#that should NOT be just how they are!!!!!!! >:O

[poisonofthepaint]

thinking of you

jack broke up with you because he said you needed someone younger. yet, he's still offended when he hears you're going on a date with someone else. you show up to his apartment to set the record straight.

cw: MDNI, make up sex to the max, pinv, no protection, kind of angsty but like not really, reader is independent and sort of snappy (for good reason), nipple sucking, pet names (angel, honey, sweetheart), not sure what else lmk if you see anything!

a/n: i wrote this off two beers so i'm gonna say i proofread it, but who knows...

wc: 2k

Jack didn't get pissed off. Sure, he would get mildly annoyed. He could snap. But he was never filled with unbridled rage. He could contain himself, calm himself down. He learned it in the military. He knew you couldn’t fight as well if you were angry, it clouded your judgement too much, you have to keep, at least a little bit, of a level head.

But tonight, Jack was pissed off. Robby had told him you had a date tonight. He told Jack over text, saying he, ‘figured he should know.” Jack couldn’t decide if he was thankful for the message or not.

That is what he said to you, when it ended. That you needed someone your own age. That you needed to get out there and act your age. It wasn’t good to work with someone and date them, act older than you need to. It was self-defense, he later realized. He was insecure about himself, and what he could or could not give you, so he ended it. He couldn’t believe you had listened to his incoherent ramblings. What he said made no sense, and he knew that now, but he also knew he had to take a step back and leave you the hell alone. He had fucked up, that was for sure. Begging for you back, when you had no reason to come back, would be even more fucked up.

He was regretting that mentality right now, all he wanted to do was call you. To tell you to come home. To come back to him. That guy didn’t know how to treat you, he didn’t know what you needed. He was only there to get in your pants. You were far too fucking intelligent for some immature douchebag. Jack knew what you needed, he was the only one who knew how to treat you right. He would give anything for you. This kid would not. Jack didn’t even need to know his name to know that.

Jack’s finger hovered over the call button on your contact. He tried to think of some emergency to get you to come see him instead of being on that date. But he couldn’t think of anything. There was no reason, fake or real, why you shouldn’t be on that date. 

He sighs, puts down his phone, sits in his recliner. His cushy chair, one of the only things he has splurged on in his life, faces the window, which overlooks the city. The buildings sparkle at him. It’s around seven, usually he’d be at work by now, but it was his day off. He wishes it wasn’t, he wishes that he had something to distract him. He thinks about grabbing his go bag, thinks about changing into what he wears under his scrubs and telling Shen and Ellis to just leave him the hell alone and let him work. But, he hears you in the back of his head, telling him to slow down, telling him to wait a moment, to sit with what he’s thinking instead of shoving it down.

So that’s what he does. He sits. And he thinks. And he fucking prays to whoever is listening. That you’re safe. That you’re having an okay time. That maybe you’ll come back. Even though he’s a piece of shit. Even though he’s the one who told you to leave. You’re just following his orders, after all. 

Three small, basically unhearable, knocks strike his door. He pushes off his chair with a sigh, thankful he didn’t take off his prosthetic yet. He figures it’s a neighbor, he lives by a lot of older women who tend to check up on him. 

He opens the door with a force, but his eyes get heavy when he realizes it’s you standing there. 

“Did he fucking hurt you?” Jack thunders.

“What? How do you even know where I was?”

“Answer me.”

“No, he didn’t hurt me. He just–”

“You’re scaring me a bit, sweetheart.”

You let out a long breath, Jack has both of his hands on your shoulders, giving you the eye exam of a lifetime.

“He didn’t hurt me, he’s just not you. He’s too, spritely. Too eager. I don’t know.”

Jack fights a smile, he bites the inside of his cheek. “No one is me.”

“Not the time to be fucking cocky, Jack. We need to seriously talk.”

The smile he was fighting fades from his face. He becomes pale, his heart is tachy. 

“You fucked me up real good. You told me I was wrong about something that felt so right–” you say, crossing your arms and staring. You’ve entered the apartment at this point. You stand at the island in the kitchen.

He cuts you off. “I was wrong. I’m wrong. You’re what I need. I need you more than I need work, and I’ve never said that about anything.” 

Jack swipes a hand over his face, crossing the room to come stand in front of you. “I was scared, I was being a fucking pussy. Worrying about what people would think, worrying about you.”

“I don’t need anyone to worry about me.” you state firmly.

“I know that. I know that. Please, give it another go with me. I won’t fuck it up. I won’t. I see what it’s like now. I see it. I hear it. Loud and clear.” he’s inches from your face, holding you at your hips. 

You don’t move just yet. Your eyes scan his, you're used to his eye contact by now. You’re searching for any signs of lying, any signs of unseriousness, but there isn’t any. Jack gives you a sharp nod. His eyes are so sharp, you think that they could cut daggers into yours.

You swiftly nod back, just once. Up and down. And that’s all it takes.

Jack’s lips are on yours before you can inhale. All teeth and tongue, he wastes no time showing you how much he missed you. The grip at your hips tightens, and he pulls you closer to him, so that your hips grind against his. So that your stomach can feel his abs through the worn gray cotton t-shirt he has on. You try not to notice that it’s the shirt you would sleep in when you slept over, but you do. Because he’s a sentimental man, because he’s obviously been punishing himself with his memories of you.

He comes up for air and shakes his head at you. “Thank you.” he kisses you again.

“Thank me?” you query.

“Thank you for coming back. You know what I need.”

“You know what I need. I never had to fucking ask for anything. You just knew. Before I did.” you admit.

“You know me too. You know me better than anyone does, angel.”

You pull his face back to yours. Eager to feel his lips after a long five months. 

He grabs your hips again, hoisting you up onto him. You wrap around his midsection. The friction from your jeans rubs you just right and you moan into Jack.  

“Tell me more,” is all he says in response. 

You groan. “I didn’t miss your old man jokes.”

“Yes you did, that’s why you’re here.”

He lays you back in the bed and doesn’t give you a chance to respond. The kisses become more fervent as he pushes the gym shorts off of himself. You make quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, along with your underwear. 

You and Jack didn’t need to talk it through any more. You were on the same page. You just understood it. You two could go hours without speaking, and still say a million words to each other. 

It’s like at work, all you had to do was shoot him a look and he understood. When a patient wasn’t going to make it, when something suspicious was going on, when something hysterical was going on, but you couldn’t laugh. You didn’t need words to convey how you were feeling. And if your eyes weren’t going to tell him tonight, your cunt definitely was. You could feel yourself dripping onto his sheets. 

“I don’t think I have any condoms. I–” Jack’s eyes dance around his minimalistic bedroom.

“I don’t care. I’m clean, you’re clean. Please, I need it.”

Jack doesn’t need to be told twice. He lines himself up, groans at the wet spot on the bed. And then he goes in. One long, deep, thrust. He bottoms out. You throw your head back onto the pillows before you’re reminded of his ‘thing’. Your eyes snap up at him and he grins. A cheshire smile. One that you couldn’t forget if you tried. 

His cock curves inside you like you’re two puzzle pieces. You clench around him until he has to ask you to let up.

He sets his pace. Long, deep, hard. Jack wasn’t one to fuck fast. He needed to enjoy it. To soak it all in. To feel you, to remember every inch of your walls. He wanted to always remember each individual fuck. What sets them apart? How did you look when you came this time versus the other fifty times? He once told you he thought about starting a sex journal so he could become the best at getting you off. 

Jack has about zero thoughts in his head that don’t surround around making you finish. He wants it like a prisoner wants an escape. He feels like he just saw his parole officer and they set him free, or put him on house arrest, he’s sure he’s not completely out of the dog house, but none of that matters to him now.

He’s inside you, and you’re making the noises he’s dreamt about every night since you left. “That’s it, pretty girl. That’s it.”

You clench again, hard. “I wanna– fuck– be on top.”

He doesn’t respond, just flips you over.

You straddle his waist and he pulls you in closer, sucking on your pert nipple. Jack guides your hips up and down before giving into what he really wants to do. 

Instead of moving you, he holds you still, opting to drive his cock up into you. You hiss, make a noise between a groan and a squeal. You bury your head into his shoulder and it moves you impossibly closer to him. 

He shifts so that one arm has a hold of your waist. The other comes between your two bodies, searching for your clit. He finds it, without looking, and rubs sharp circles that follow his pace on it. Your head flies back. 

“Fuck I’m—”

“Yup, me too, honey. C’mon, let me have it. Let it all go.”

You gasp at the feeling. It rushes out of you almost as soon as you recognize the tight knot in your stomach.  You can’t control your noises anymore, and neither can Jack.

He comes with you, burying his cock into your heat. He groans, over and over, and then pants.

You hum against him, resting your sweaty forehead against his. He moves so he can place a kiss on yours, a sweet one, to tell you you’re okay.

Neither of you make any effort to move, pleased to stay intertwined after being separated.

“What was his name?”

“Here come the questions. Can’t you let me enjoy this?”

“Never,” Jack quips. He shoots you a look, waiting for his answer.

“His name is Jack.”

His face turns pale, all jokes leave his brain, “You went on a date with someone who has my name?”

“I thought it would make the transition easier! I was hoping you wouldn’t ask!” you shake your head in shame. 

“How old was he?”

“Oh my god. That I am not answering. It doesn’t matter. The whole time I just thought about you, and your bullshit excuses for ending it. Telling me I need someone younger, c’mon.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Forgotten. We’re here now. Just don’t ever fucking do it again. I hate working day shift.” your face lights up. “Is that how you found out? Did Robby say something to you?”

Your mouth falls open at Jack’s cackling. 

“So old men gossip too, got it. This is fucked.” 

Jack shakes his head at you, calms himself down. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re here.”

“You don’t have to. I know.”

[icupblog]

Where did the party go? (batfam x neglected reader) TW: neglect, slight kidnapping

Gotham residents always said that the city could hollow your heart out, that if you lived there long enough you wouldn't care about how many homeless lived in that abandoned building, or how high casulties were every time the Joker got out of Arkham. But at least when gothamites went home they could cuddle up to their loved ones. At least they could have someone coddle them and ask them mundane questions like how their day was and talk about the weather. You on the other hand had no one.

Did you have a family, yes... but they weren't yours, in the sense of whether they would care if you left the house late or if they would come to a dance show you had because you had asked them to (they wouldn't)

So you spent your days working, grinding away at your schoolwork. because maybe Tim would be impressed if you got all A's on your exams, maybe Dick would notice you rather than just ignore your presence, maybe even Jason would give you some semblance of a smirk and tell you good job (you had lost hope for Damian).Oh, how you hoped to live up to your expectations, even for Barbara and Stephanie and they weren't even adopted.

Maybe you knew when you first entered the Wayne Manors beautiful gates that the house would be haunted by something, you just didn't think that something would be you.

You first entered the fiery gates of Bruce Wayne's home when you were 12 years old, unlike the kids that had come before you, you had actually reached double digits before making it to the dark knights home. (well the kids that were there at that moment in time).

The first time you met the man himself was after a funeral. You had just arrived at the Manor a day prior with Alfred escorting you to your room before you slept, and when you awoke there was pure brilliant silence throughout the mansion. It was so surreal you thought you were in a dream, you tiptoed down the massive staircase into the entrance of the house. The windows were slashed with a heavy downpour of thick unyelding rain, almost as if it reflected Bruce's own emotions. He opened the tall doors with superhuman ease (to a small twelve year old at least) and slouched his way into the manor, uncaring to whether his soaked clothes would get on Alfred's beautifully cleaned carpet. He looked up at you and held your gaze for an unseemly amount of time before sighing. You felt as though you should have said something, however upon seeing the man your throat closed up immediately. How could you do anything when just looking at him fills you with a strange foreign emotion? (fear)

When you were 12 you ignored the hints the family would sometimes give you that they were too busy. "Sorry name but I'm pre-occupied besides you're a bit old to ask for my help, right?" Dick would say while he would scroll on his phone. "Okay, uhm, see you around then," "Hey, I was wondering if you weren't too busy with paperwork the-" "No name I'm working got to Alfred if you need anything." "O-okay" Bruce would always be straight forward and blunt, he didn't care, no matter how hard you wanted him too. To him you were nothing more than a mistake a stain on his playboy image as one of his many escapades as Brucie Wayne ended with your mother getting pregnant. "Babs, can you help me with my computer?" "Have you tried switching it off and on again?" "no..." Barbara would always give you some time of day just not a lot... like 30 seconds max.

Then before you could think it could get any worse Tim arrived a Kid around your age, yet he would always sneak off with Bruce and Stephanie (a girl he would bring round, you sometimes could spot her before she disappeared) into the depths of the study and come out hours later looking exhausted and even more irritable before.

It somehow got even worse when Jason came back an evil entity hell bent on ruining your life, and Tim's. He show up outside your school sometimes telling the office workers you were his half-sister and he had to pick you up after school some days. He would shove on the end of his motorbike and hold you in a safehouse for hours on end before realising no one would arrive for you. Upon realising the great Batman didn't care about his one civilian child he would grow furious, breaking things around you as you clinged to whatever you were attached to and cry. Eventually he would grow bored of this old routine and leave you alone.

You tried to tell the family but they would just say "he didn't mean it" "he's not in his right mind name" or even worse they would forget the fact that their child who should be dead by all means kidnapped you and instead asked about his well-being. "Was he angrier or more sad?" "Did you see where you were held? maybe we can reach out to him B". In fact you didn't even realise Bruce Wayne your supposed father was Batman until you had moved out and put the pieces together.

Eventually Cassandra came along, then Damian. You think you were so traumatised by your first encounters by them both that you had blocked them out of your memory. You do however remember coming out of each conversation with an injury.

Let's just say when you eventually became eighteen you were quite frankly done with the family, you had decided to move out asap, so the second you got your college admissions you skedaddled out into metropolis.

Guys how do we feel about this?????

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello again. I have another idea that occurred to me during class. Does ENA know what a birthday is? It's been so long since I watched the series. If she does know, she's probably never had one for herself (definitely not a good one). What if reader found out and was like "no, you're existence is worth celebrating and I'm glad you are in my life. I'm gonna do something to prove it." I feel like this idea fits more with Series!ENA, but I think BBQ!ENA would also benefit from not having her point of existence for someone be just endless tasks for once. Thoughts on this? Don't worry if you have too many requests to do right now, I just wanted to once again throw my thoughts out there. Please have a good day/night!

It's okay! I love all these ideas ya'll are giving me. I'd like to think she does, but she's never had a good one nor one worth remembering.

But I'll do both girlies justice bc I want them to be happy <3

......

Series!Ena

It's just a normal rainy day, where you and Ena were taking shelter inside your home. You were watching a show on the 32-Bit television while she was staring at your calendar like it was the morning paper.

"[Y/n], it's come to my attention that you have a specific date marked here that is rapidly approaching."

"Um..I have several things marked on that calendar, Ena." You pause the episode to look at her. "You're gonna have to be more specific than that."

"Why, I'm referring to your birthday, of course!" Her feminine voice giggles, before switching back to her more masculine tone. "Got any special plans? Are you ready for the ritualistic songs and rites of gift-exchanges?"

"Erm...ready as I'll ever be, sweetheart."

"That's wonderful! But hmm....what day should my birthday be on this year?" She holds a marker up, looking over several dates with a quizzical expression. "June? October? February 29th? Or maybe---" You see her violently glitch into her sad form. "--nevewr! Because everyone threw my invitations away LAST yeawr!! All that time and effowt...GONE!! Just like I should be!" She slams her head down onto the table and sobs, tears and marker bleeding into the paper.

Once again, you were forced to learn something truly and utterly devastating about your girlfriend: she's never had a good birthday celebration.

Before meeting you, she was vaguely aware of the "tradition". And one random day last year, she declared it to be her birthday, simply because it felt very "birthdayish", and sent out as many invitations as she could.

Nobody else showed up, except Moony and a small hourglass dog that she kept hostage in her pocket dimension--both of whom stayed for merely five minutes before leaving her in front of a burnt turron, depressed beyond measure.

Ena told you offhand that people seemingly laughed at her invitations and rolled their eyes, claiming that her "annoying" existence wasn't worth any kind of celebration......but she acted like it didn't bother her until now.

She assumed it's because she got the day "wrong" and tried aiming for a different one this time, one that both you and her could agree upon.

But given her current wailing and the fact that you'll definitely have to order a new calendar soon....she was feeling pretty hopeless.

Luckily you're quick to come up with an idea, as you hated seeing your girlfriend like this. "Hey, how about we make it for tomorrow? I have something good planned."

"No, just fowget it. I-I'm not in the mood anymowe." She sniffles, looking at you. "M-My existence is worthless-"

"No, it may not mean a lot to some people...but it means a lot to me. More than you could possibly know." You insist, rubbing her back. "I want to celebrate you, Ena, because I love you and I'm so happy that you exist. I'm glad you're part of my life."

"...you're just saying thaaaat."

"No. I'll prove it to you. Let's just mark it down for tomorrow, okay? I promise you won't regret it." You give her a kiss, and for a moment, you see the white half of her face smile. Just barely.

"O...Okay.."

Tomorrow comes, and Ena expects nothing...yet you surprise her with turron, made from a recipe you acquired from a shady stall, decorated with blue and yellow candies and adorned with a pick featuring a popup ad that said "Happy Existence Day, ENA".

Since she's not a big fan of parties, it was just you two spending the day together and her getting calls from the few entities who tolerated her (Moony, Merci, Phindoll, etc.).

It's a great day, and you two end it going out for drinks, where she's switching between her drunk forms while ranting about how much she appreciated you (which is the most you've understood her while she was in that state), and giving you a lot of hugs and slurred words of affirmation.

But you know she means them with all her heart and soul, even if she forgets the next day.

She's so happy that her entire body stays yellow even as you both come home, and she hugs you and sincerely thanks you for proving her wrong.

BBQ!Ena

It started off as a harmless and innocent inquiry, not giving it much thought. "Weird question, Ena...but have you ever celebrated a birthday before?"

"Pfffft, have I ever taken a vacation?" Her Meanie side bluntly sneers back, staring at you as though she gave you a riddle to solve.

"Uh..not that I can-"

"CONGRATS!! You've just answered yourself! Want a gold star for that?!" She goes back to admiring the png of some unidentified organ floating between her hands, trying to determine its market value.

Although her face eventually flickers back to its Salesperson side, who appears a little guilty for her outburst. Her gaze lingers, eyes buzzing with curiosity and....a hint of longing and want.

"Apologies." She suddenly claps her hands, the organ turning into nothing but bloody ooze that dissolves into the soil. "What I meant to say was....no. I'm not familiar with such a tradition. Is the commemoration of one's existence a common practice in your workplace?"

If you're human, this is yet another simple question you could answer. But even if you weren't, you fully knew about birthdays and have celebrated some yourself, or other friends'.

Apparently, Ena doesn't even know what that entails, and/or believed hers was simply not recognized by others since her species isn't well-liked around here.

All her life, she's only ever known how to carry out endless tasks and never doubt the assignment. That was her M.O, and to take some random day off would make her Meanie side break out into a cold sweat.

But ever since that conversation, you've heard her uttering a specific date that seemed important. One that was coming up soon. She spoke of it in various ways: through her business cards she hands to clients who didn't wanna take them in the first place. Through graphs she sketches of your probabilities of success in a job, hidden in plot points. And even through hushed whispers when you're both cuddling, but she refused to elaborate further.

Either something really good or really horrible occurred on that date. It was 50/50 guess, but from what you've gathered, it was the day she broke free of her mannequin husk and formulated her own identity.

It seemed close enough to a birthday, so you rolled with it and began planning something for her behind the scenes (with Froggy's reluctant assistance).

You wanted her to know that you appreciated her existence. Meanie sometimes found it hard to see that, and Salesperson, while she understands and appreciates your appreciation, thinks you're mainly with her for the "business" and "workplace benefits"--so you had to prove both sides of her wrong.

You loved her for her, not for what she was capable of.

When that fated date arrived, you sent her an S.O.S, and she rendezvous at the scene (your house) asap, wondering what the emergency was.

Instead, she finds you and a simple surprise on the table. And for once...this talkative entity has no words.

While you weren't sure if turrons were an ENA's universal favorite, you took a shot in the dark and baked one with fluffy white powder and red candy sprinkles on top, adorning it with a pick that had a star that simply looked cool. It was small, as you didn't wanna risk messing up a big cake.

Froggy criticized your entire baking process, but you were proud of its result, and even prouder when your girlfriend took one bite, and her eyes lit up like the fourth of july.

Not only that, but you also gifted her a laminated photograph of your first assignment with Ena. It stood the test of time, covered in a few scratches here and there. She didn't even know you had a camera.

"Oh, I stole it actually. But I promised to pay them...........woah, are you crying??" You see her static tears getting on the turron, desaturating its vibrant color.

She still hasn't said a word, but she can't stop crying silently and trembling. And it scares you at first. You're convinced that you royally screwed this up and today was actually the worst day of her life--

Until her head floats a little more away from her body than usual to kiss you on the cheek.

Before Meanie takes over and lightly headbutts you. "Now look what you've done, you idiot! Getting me all sappy like this on my Existence Day is gonna cost you!" She snaps, even though she's fighting back a smile and more tears.

".....what's it gonna cost me?"

"C-Calculating........one hug will suffice." Salesperson mutters, sniffling.

"Oh! Alright. You had me worried there." You cradle her head in your arms, petting her hair. "So...I was right. Today's the day you, the love of my life, came into existence. I'm glad you were born, and I'm not listening to anyone--Genie or not--who says you should be punished for that."

Once again, you've managed to silence her, through words this time instead of actions. There's no back sass from Meanie. No business offers or quips from Salesperson.

All she does is close her eyes and allow herself this moment of joy.

You proved a big point: She is worth celebrating, and you made damn sure she knew that this was gonna become a yearly occurrence.

She won't use it as an excuse to slack off of work, but she's always curious as to what surprises you'll have waiting for her next time.

[fairestwriting]

Hii!!!!!^^ I hope ur doing well!!

May I req Riddle and Epel with a gn!s/o that plays piano and sometimes plays the piano just for them (if that doesn't make sense I'm sorry I'm actually so horrible at explaining </3)

Have a nice day!! :D

you have a nice day too <3 and don’t worry it totally makes sense!!

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

Yeah, his mom was definitely was the type to make him take piano lessons as a little kid… They never really went anywhere, she didn’t want them to — because god forbid Riddle ended up wanting to be a musician or something — and it’s been a long time since his last lesson, but Riddle still holds some feelings for the instrument…

…Which are, basically, just a secret, mild distaste. He doesn’t dislike the way it sounds or anything like that, and it’s not something he mentions to anyone. Especially not to you, right after you reveal to him that you can play with that proud smile on your face. He’s not about to rain on your parade just because he didn’t want to play as a small child.

Riddle is kind of expecting it to feel some type of stressful when you offer to play something for him, he’s remembering the pieces he had to practice all those years ago, over and over again… But as soon as the first few notes come in, he feels the very opposite feeling starts to settle in his chest.

He blinks, watching you as you play. There’s a decent chance he’ll recognize the music, if it’s anything classical, perking up with a soft ”Oh, I didn’t know you could play that one.” Riddle is surprised at himself in how pleasant it feels to talk to you about the music, sharing small comments between stretches of wordless melody. It kind of flusters him, thinking you want to play for him specifically, but it’s overpowered by how comfortable it feels, too.

𐙚 Epel Felmier

Epel never really went anywhere near most musical instruments… Of course it’s not like he doesn’t even know what a piano is or anything like that, but the places he went to for elementary and middle school didn’t really have the budget to get a ton of music equipment…

He knew you played the piano because it came up in one of your conversations. He’s still kind of excited to finally be around more people his age even though it’s been months since he enrolled, so he always ends up asking people about what they do for fun — And he immediately thought of you when he found out one of the Pomefiore dorm’s many practice rooms was a music one.

”So, you said you missed playing the piano, right? I got a surprise for you.” He comes up to you one day, his excitement radiating through his words as he’s already dragging you towards the dorm. He didn’t ask Vil for permission to use it or anything, but… well, there’s no way that just letting you play for a little bit would harm anyone, right? It should be fine.

He hypes you up if you get hesitant over it. Then hypes you up again when your fingers are on the keys. He sits nearby, watching how you jump from one to the other all graceful-looking, he’s really starting to understand why some people go crazy over pianists— His eyes are twinkling with awe, even if you’re just warming up with something simple, even if you end up making a mistake. Ends up always asking you to play when you come over to the dorm… You’re basically the second coming of Mozart to him. Nothing you say will make him change his mind.

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[manicali]

I have the longest most garbage system of planning because my brain is garbage. With a fic Id kinda just yap until I could put a cliffhanger.

With my other stuff?

So first I jot down random scene ideas. When Im out i figure out how to make those go together. Once I have a rough episode list I go in depth to their exect plot and events. Then I script one season. Then I sketch one season. Weekly I colour and ink an episode. For black blood i hold my guitar like a sweet boy and go "I should write the first song" and then I don't. Tmc is written not at all for now.

Where O keep all this? Disorganized in a lined notebook that has seen better days.

hello writers.

[tammytaamm]

Can I request headcanons about how Arcane Jayce, Viktor, Steb, Vander, Silco, and Ekko would realise his feelings for his gender neutral future s/o please?

Arcane characters realizing their feelings for you

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Viktor

You were in his lab, pulling an all nighter and working on some equations regarding the newest update on the hexcore. You heard him yawn while arranging some papers on his desk so you made a mental note to bring him a cup of coffee too, as you were headed to the instant coffee machine to make one for yourself.

You remembered him mentioning his favorite type of coffee once while you were having a heated discussion with jayce about whether coffee with more than two thirds of milk should even be considered coffee. His favorite was black coffee with two and a half tablespoons of sugar.

You bought the two cups back to your work station. Viktor looked at you and then at the cup you held out to him. He muttered a "Thanks". He wasn't the biggest coffee guy but he knew it was necessary to drink it to finish all the work. He brought it to his lips and took a sip. The man instantly realized you remembered exactly how he liked it done and that made butterflies form in his stomach.

Viktor never thought someone would remember the little things about him and yet you proved him wrong. He wasn't sure what he was feeling but he knew something was wrong the minute he felt his cheeks reddening.

Ekko

You found ekko tinkering with an old music box with a gorgeous little plastic ballerina inside of it. It wasn't unusual for him to spend his free time repairing old stuff that no one else used.

You sat next to him criss cross applesauce and took a peek at the music box in his hands, you remembered having one similar to this when you were younger. You started going on and on about your day, he liked listening to your voice and you liked talking. He gave his input where he felt the need to and you appreciated it.

Eventually a comfortable silence engulfed you both but you still felt the need to say something.

"What does a clock do when it's hungry?", you asked him.

"What?"

"It goes back four seconds" you finished your joke and started laughing. It was a dumb joke and the way he rolled his eyes but still smiled made you snort. He looked at you, the way your smile outshone the sun and the way your eyes crinkled while you laughed made him stop working on the music box and stare at you.

You noticed his (unashamed) staring and tilted your head, confused. Out of nowhere, a slow and happy tune started playing from the music box and the ballerina started spinning gracefully.

You both looked at the little dancer. "Here. I want you to have it", ekko said, giving it to you.

Vander

Vi, powder, mylo and claggor were hanging around in the bar. There weren't any people in there as it was only 12 am and the usual rush starts well after the sun sets. You were helping vander with tidying up the place because some drunkard tripped and broke many glasses last night. You two were chatting when you heard one of the kids' cry.

You rushed over to them, vander quick to follow you, and assessed the four kids. That's when your eyes landed on powder and you identified the source of the crying. Turns out she scraped her knee after having tripped on her own feet.

You propped her up on a table and went to get some rubbing alcohol and some bandages. You calmed her down, disinfected the wound and applied some pink bandaids you knew she would like. Vander was standing by your side, his eyes darting from you and powder.

It wasn't everyday you showed this caring side of yours to him, and knowing you cared about his kids as much as him made vander feel some sort of way. He smiled, knowing very well what he was feeling. He's glad it's you out of all people.

Silco

You were a new employee hired by sevika and at first, silco couldn't care less about you. It wasn't your fault, he just had other stuff to worry about. It was when sevika called in sick and you took her place that he really started noticing you. He couldn't deny that you were fairly attractive and you had a charismatic aura to you. He knew people would let their eyes linger on you, you were a nice sight after all. But he wasn't a surface level man, no, he was attracted to capable people, and he made a promise to himself that he would never fall for someone that can't pull their own weight.

You two were on a mission, amongst some of silco's other employees, when you were surrounded by enforcers that wanted to hunt silco down. You grabbed the man and yanked him down, hiding behind some garbage bins. You pulled out your gun and started shooting while also protecting your boss and making sure to take him to a safer place. It's not like he couldn't protect himself, but it was your job to do so and you wanted to prove yourself worthy.

An enforcerer sneaked up on you and was about to knock you out when you turned around and kicked him, disarmed him and took silco's hand to retreat back to the base.

As your hand touched his, silco realized you were indeed capable and he has indeed fallen for you.

Steb

He was hosting a training camp for new enforcers. A part of said training camp was pairing up with someone and trying to knock them on the ground for 3 seconds. You and steb were going to demonstrate to the young aspiring enforcers how to do the task.

You both took your starting fighting stances and waited for the whistle to blow. When it did you carefully approached him and attempted to trip him so that he would fall down. He realized that and swiftly moved his feet to the left. His arms were reaching for your shoulders but you anticipated his move, after all you've done countless of these training exercises with him, and ducked down. That's when you managed to kick him behind his kneecaps, making him lose his balance. You came back up and pushed him to the ground, pinning him.

The position you two were in wasn't exactly the most child friendly, but neither of you noticed it. What he did notice was how close your lips were to his, how your eyes were interlocked with his and how your strong arms were pinning his shoulders down.

"1,2,3" you said, leaving him confused. He forgot that this was supposed to be a training exercise. "I win." You said, smiling and propping yourself up, leaving him still sprawled on the ground, blushing like crazy.

Jayce

He grabbed both of you something to drink before arriving at your pre-established location to talk about the newest problems in piltover.

He greeted you, sat down opposite you and handed you your food. You thanked him and started eating.

After a while of discussing what he came here to talk about, you noticed some crumbs on his chin. You grabbed a napkin and gently tapped his lower face to make sure he was clean of any crumbs. As you did so, he felt heat creeping up his face from your hands delicately cradling his face. He knew getting you food was going to be a great idea.

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I know these aren't exactly hcs sorry but i hope you like them! As always, constructive criticism is welcomed

[thediormulan]

PICK A CARD

IF YOU READ YOUR FUTURE PARTNER: WHAT WOULD THE CARDS SAY ABOUT THEM, AND HOW WOULD THEY SEE YOU AFTER?

A Velvet Prophecy on Intuitive Intimacy, Sacred Perception, and Love Beyond the Veil.

Four doors flicker before you—each a mirror, each a memory of the love you haven’t met yet.

Tonight, it’s not you reading the cards alone. It’s them—the soul already tethered to your next life—leaning in, asking: If you could read me, would you?

Four piles hum in the velvet between worlds. Four prophecies await.Choose with the part of you that still believes in sacred touch—and trusts your intuition to answer when love dares to call.

If something stirs, leave your mark: a mirror, a flame, a velvet prayer. You are ready to be read—and remembered.

And if you crave a prophecy whispered just for you—book a 1:1 Velvet Offering and let your soul be seen in ways the world never could.

The room hums low, thick with expectation.

Your hands hover over the deck—not shuffling, but listening.

Across from you, your future partner pretends calm. But the hands twitch. The pulse betrays. The air is a violin string pulled too tight.

The first card falls: The Star.

Their breath hitches.

You smile—a small, cosmic violence—and speak softly:

“You have been asking for a savior when what you were really praying for… was a witness.”

The cards spill like poetry: Six of Cups, Four of Swords, Judgement.

Every memory they’ve buried.

Every version of themselves they thought no one would survive loving.

You don’t flinch.

You don’t look away.

You hold up the broken glass of their soul and say, “You’re not shattered. You’re stained glass. You’re sunlight meant to be refracted.”

When the reading ends, they won’t just dream about you.

They’ll dream because of you.

Confirmation Letters: A, R, S, L, M

Angel Number: 144

Channeled Song: “Unfold” — Alina Baraz ft. Khalid

Drop a star 🌟 emoji if you’ve ever longed for someone to see the colors you never dared to name.

You pull the first card and everything fractures: The Lovers.

The second: The Tower.

The third: The Fool.

Your voice slices through the silence:

“You are standing at the gates of your own life, and still asking for permission to enter.”

They shatter without a sound.

The cards fall like petals and blades:

The Empress. The Magician. The Two of Wands.

You expose the architecture of their secret hopes.

The worlds they almost chose.

The love they swore was too good for them.

You don’t hand them comfort.

You hand them their destiny—and dare them to carry it.

From this night forward, they will look at you like a lighthouse they prayed for in every past life.

Confirmation Letters: V, T, B, J, E

Angel Number: 1221

Channeled Song: “Saturn” — Sleeping at Last

Drop a doorway 🚪emoji if you feel something sacred waiting for you just beyond your fear.

The candle guttered the moment you touched the deck.

An omen.

A kiss from a future that refuses to stay quiet.

They sit there—mask slipping. Breath too shallow. Hope too loud.

You begin: Strength reversed, The Moon, Eight of Cups.

You speak with velvet-fanged softness:

“You survived a life that did not know how to hold you.

But you were always meant to be a cathedral, not a cage.”

The cards flood the table like a confession:

Temperance. Knight of Swords. Ace of Cups.

You name the parts they buried so deeply they forgot how to ache for them.

The reading ends—and they know.

You are not just a lover they will lose sleep over.

You are the rebellion they will build a new life for.

Confirmation Letters: Z, N, P, W, O

Angel Number: 929

Channeled Song: “Runaway” — AURORA

Drop a 🔥flame emoji if you’ve ever longed to be seen as the soft revolution you secretly are.

The deck twitches.

The air splits.

This reading should not happen—and yet it must.

You pull The High Priestess.

The Devil.

The Wheel.

And their soul begins to kneel—silently, unwillingly.

“You know me,” you say without moving your lips.

“You always have. You always will. And loving me will cost you the false gods you thought protected you.”

The spread is a sermon and a scar:

The Ten of Pentacles reversed. The Fool. Mars in Scorpio.

You tear open their timeline and show them the crown they could claim if they dared to burn for it.

They stare at you like the first sinner who saw the garden after the gates had closed.

They won’t say your name aloud after this reading.

Not because they don’t love you.

Because saying it would summon something they aren’t ready to survive.

Confirmation Letters: K, D, Y, S, X

Angel Number: 717

Channeled Song: “Take Me to Church” — Hozier

Drop a raven 🐦‍⬛ or a scroll 📜 emoji if you’ve ever felt that loving you would mean resurrecting something ancient inside them.

You didn’t just pick a pile.

You chose a prophecy stitched into the dark before you were born.

You chose the kiss and the knife. The mirror and the altar.

Leave a mark.

Leave a flame.

Leave a velvet fingerprint where the old world once stood.

When you’re ready to step beyond the veil and be read like the sacred scripture you are—your Velvet Offering awaits.

Stay infinite. Stay divine. Stay velvet.

À bientôt, mon ange.

[mousy-muses13]

I’m going o the Renaissance Faire today so here are how the 141 would be like going with you.

Price:

Is only going so you don’t spend your own money. Also is definitely going to carry your bags so it doesn’t ruin the aesthetic of your outfit. You ask him to dress up and he says no. He at least has a fun time watching you and the shows will drinking some beer.

Ghost:

Will go just to spend time with you. Won’t let you spend a dime either. He also will enjoy watching the blacksmiths. Also probably buys you a small knife to carry for your safety. He will agree to wear an executioner mask to the faire. Why not it should scare any lad who is brave enough to approach you.

Gaz:

Will be apprehensive at first. You give him the puppy eyes and he caves. The morning of he starts to get ready and you call him over to help you lace up your corset. It was at that moment he decided he is going to every single one with you after that. Especially if that means the corset stays on when you two get home. When he gets there he wants to dress up also. He buys his outfit and now you two are the hottest couple there.

Soap:

He didn’t want to go until you said he could wear a kilt. Then he was more excited about going than you. He definitely bought a sword.(It definitely got confiscated by Price) He drank so much ale and ate the biggest turkey leg. He also got you a tiara. He said you are his princess and he is the Scottish knight assigned to protect you.

[ashthesalamipiece]

can I request one where reader and katsuki are “best friends” until one day they have a argument and she ignores him and he gets clingy and jealous and finally confesses? please and thank you!

"Say You Won't Let Go"

You and Katsuki Bakugo had been best friends since your first year at U.A., a bond forged through sparring sessions, late-night studying, and silent support during your roughest days. People often mistook you for a couple, but you would always laugh it off — even if a tiny part of you wished it were true.

Katsuki was your person. Always had been. Always would be... or so you thought.

It started with something stupid.

He had been spending more time with Mina, Denki, and the others lately — and you noticed. It wasn't that you didn't want him to have other friends; it was just...you missed him. And when you finally worked up the courage to say something, it came out wrong.

"Maybe you should just go hang out with them then, if I'm so boring!"

Your voice cracked in the middle of it, and instead of seeing the hurt underneath, Katsuki bristled.

"Tch, don't be fuckin' stupid, (Y/N)."

"No, it's fine. I'm tired of being your backup plan, Bakugo."

You left before he could say anything else.

After that, you ignored him.

In the halls. At lunch. During training.

You weren’t cruel — you just... couldn't bear to pretend like nothing had changed.

---

At first, Katsuki thought you needed time to cool off.

Then a day passed. Then two.

By the end of the week, he was losing his mind.

It wasn’t just your absence — it was how easily you seemed to move on without him. Smiling at Kirishima, laughing with Sero, letting Todoroki carry your bag after a mission when you usually made Katsuki do it just to annoy him.

It made him angry.

It made him jealous.

It made him scared.

You had always been there. His constant. His anchor. And now? It felt like you were slipping right through his fingers.

---

He cornered you after training one afternoon, the setting sun painting the gymnasium in fiery colors.

"Oi," he barked, his voice harsh to mask the panic swelling in his chest.

You barely glanced at him. "I'm busy, Bakugo."

Hearing you say his last name so formally — like a stranger — was a punch to the gut.

"Don't fuckin' do that," he growled, stepping closer. "Don't act like I don't matter."

You bit your lip and looked away, crossing your arms defensively.

"What do you want from me, Katsuki?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He faltered. His fists clenched at his sides.

"I want you to stop actin' like you don't fuckin' care!"

You blinked, stung by the rawness of his voice. "You have everyone else now. Go bother them."

"I don't want them!" Katsuki exploded, making you flinch. His chest heaved. His heart felt like it was going to tear through his ribs. "I want you. It's always been you, dumbass."

Silence.

You stared at him, stunned.

He took a shuddering breath, stepping closer, lowering his voice like a secret meant for you alone.

"I'm a fuckin' idiot. I didn't know how to say it. But... you're not my backup plan, (Y/N). You're my everything."

Your eyes burned.

You wanted to stay mad — to throw his words back at him and protect your heart — but the way he looked at you, desperate and terrified, broke down every wall you'd built.

Slowly, you shook your head. "You should've told me sooner, Katsuki..."

He hesitated, then cupped your face with rough, calloused hands, as if he was scared you'd disappear.

"I'm tellin' you now. Don't make me fuckin' beg."

You laughed wetly through your tears, clutching the front of his shirt to steady yourself.

"Idiot," you whispered. "I was in love with you this whole time."

Katsuki kissed you like a man drowning — fierce, wild, full of all the things he never knew how to say. And you kissed him back just as desperately, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Because he was.

Because he always had been.

---

Later that night, as you sat together on the roof of the dorms, his arm slung over your shoulders, he muttered into your hair:

"Never ignoring me again, got it?"

You smiled softly against his chest.

"Only if you promise the same."

Katsuki squeezed you tighter.

"Deal."

And this time, you both knew you meant forever.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Meaty Post Since It's All You're Getting for a Bit

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

*** This blog will be on mini hiatus for most of May 2025. Not dead just busy. You'll be fine without me. Don't burn down this hellsite anymore than normal while I'm away.

April 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 10 - Mflow's latest high heat office romance involves best friend's younger brother, boss meets intern, bit of a love triangle, GL crumbs, and few other tropes.

It's... raunchy.  And it's giving me Deep Night vibrations. So to speak. Similarly cringe but still fun to have on our screen. I don't mind a "teach me daddy" trope. The leads are serving up BossNoeul in LITA and the other pairs seem decent too. It’s messy gay but it’s low stakes high melodrama soap opera messy gay so I guess I'm okay with that style. Shall we call this "sloppy gay"?

I'm not mad about it.  

The BangkokBoy (Thai Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Action, crime, and revenge meets gangs, street fights, mafia, and more. Oh my. Intriguing premise. Not a bad beginning in terms of acting and family strife set-up. The terrible dubbing is sending me. The terrible fight scenes are sending me even further. They better give us some BL within the next two episodes or I don’t know if I can take this level try-hard.

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - I am so happy to have Jimmy back on my screen. I can’t even tell you. No additional thoughts, only Jimmy in glasses.

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 6 of 10 - this time I reminded myself going in that this is based on Japanese IP. But I still couldn't take it. I fast-forwarded through most of this ep. I knew it was coming but I still couldn’t stomach it.

Akin better get everything tested. And some counseling.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 1-2 of 12 - Our only true high school BL from GMMTV this year and it's fresh faces for the youths and old favs for the teachers. I want to like this (and be surprised by it) as much as My School President in 2023 but so far that is definitely not the case. I do love the teachers (shocker) and I like the sides but I’m not sold on the main couple. With a kiss already in ep 2 the pacing is off. If this were Japan I would 't be worried, but this is GMMTV messing with the formula and that could be rough for all of us.

Side note... how does Papong look so daddy in Not Me and do damn ingenue here? Best chameleon in GMMTV's stable? I think so. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 9-10 end - omg they are ridiculously cute dancing round each other. Please just kiss! Bah, this did take too long to resolve. I was worried about that.

The people (aka me) want more BL in our BL! Rah rah rah.

I also wanted more Heesu advising others and less of the hets hetting about the place. Sad we got not kiss but also no time to develop it.

Conclusion

What started out with a great core concept (KBL version of Sex Education) rather lost its way getting mired in the slowest of slow burns which effectively turned the BL storyline into a sub plot for multiple het dramas should have just added flavor. The acting was sweet all round, and sincere, and the lead character of Heesu very engaging. There was even some chemistry with his love interest, rare from Korea. The extra length (so rare in KBL) turned out to be just enough for them to hang themselves with. Should we be shocked that Korea didn't have enough faith in the queer romance thread? No, but I had hoped for better. This was almost great but missed the mark by simply not being gay enough. 7/10 

I will add the handling of the coming out sequence was... deft.

I think I need to go rewatch Light On Me.

Business as Usual (Korea Thurs Viki) Ep 4 of 6 - Gah this is so sad. They like each other so much and made such stupid mistakes! i guess Jin Hwan won't let it stick? Honestly I'm kinda glad this is a short one.

Something Is Not Right (Korea Weds Viki) ep 2 of 8 - The library scene made me laugh.  Every single on of them is such a drama queen. It's awfully angsty but i like it. 

Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Oh this is getting kinda good. That fantasy was lovely. The rest of the story is rough. But the chemistry is great.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 12 end - Pretty much just a wrap up episode with lots of sex and a double wedding (never a good idea). But all of it was very pretty. 

Summary 

Taiwan gave us this weird premise of funeral home + mafia + secrets, yet somehow no excitement or real tension because they then slapped it with a pathetic excuse for a plot. Everybody in it was pretty, but the chemistry really wasn’t what I’ve grown to expect from Taiwan. The suits were nice, i guess? Ultimately, given the initial concept, this is remarkably forgettable. 6/10 

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) 7 eps - Not my thing, dropped at ep 2.

Secret Ghost (Thai Sat Viu) ?? eps - The trailer dropped and it looks so bad.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) 12 eps - dropped at ep 5. Recent thought process as follows: Oh, I think I would have loved this if it were OffGun.

What a thing for me to think.

Still, I'm not wrong.

The Rewatch BLigade!

Jazz for 2. I wasn't sure about this when it aired and I'm still not sure about it. I think I like it. But how much do I like it?

Cherry Magic Thailand. Still very enjoyable but there are more slow and lagging episodes than I remember. Lots of fast forwarding through the slow bits. But TayNew still deliver like only they can. Now I kinda wanna do a Deep Blue Kiss rewatch.

Wandee Goodday. I fast forwarded through everything that wasn't YakDee on screen together. Solid choice. I love them so much, and I suspect they might be the healthiest sexual relationship we have ever seen depicted in a BL. (On Viki these days)

Unintentional Love Story. Yeah a regular rewatch for me. I put it on to check something, and then just ended up running through the whole series. Will I ever recover from Gongchan's eyes? Not in this lifetime.

Your Sky. Yeah I finished the 3 ep special and then immediately rewatched the whole darn show. This is my 3rd or 4th time. I love it, totally my type of so bad it's good, so sweet it hurts, BL pulp. I don't ask for much from my BL. This show gave me exactly that much and no more.

Mr X & I - Us Against The World. One of those obscure shorts I love, this one from China pre 2016 crack down. Yep. Still love.

I'll be doing a ton of rewatching over the next month because of all my travel. Wish me luck!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in May

5/2 Pit Babe The Series 2 (Thai Fri iQIYI) 13 eps - More conspiracy and struggles and past coming out to play but even less omegaverse.

5/3 The Next Prince (Thai Sat iQIYI) 14 eps - Hotly anticipated 3 yr production featuring ZeeNewNu in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince fighting for his right it inherit. Plus Jimmy with a new partner. Should be pretty and hot if nothing else.

5/16 Knockout (Thai Fri WeTV ) 12 eps - A low quality less fun/funny version of Wandee Goodday?

5/19 I Promise I Will Come Back (Thai Mon WeTV) 10 eps - A Thai Taiwanese colab. Stars two Thai actors and Taiwanese identical twins from H3. However the lead and co-producer Tontae is actually a very good actor, so this could be good unless it's oen of those mostly intended to be a tourism advert for the Thai countryside. We shall see!

5/16 My Sweetheart Jom (Thai Fri YouTube) 12 eps - I admit I wasn't sold on this one from the trailer but Saint is back and I'm disposed to be intrigued by the kind of script that would pull hm in. But it is certainly not my kind of script.

May? Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked, must we?

May ? Sweetheart Service (Korea Gaga) - Strongberry is back with a fake dating trope?! After being pressured by his family to get married, Min U proposes to Yu Ha to pretend to be his fiancé. As they spend time together, feelings begin to develop between them.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Lap sit kiss teaching sesh with this boy you kinda hate who is now also kinda your boss... sure, why not?

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[luviisabella]

healing with luviisabella ۶ৎBNHA UNI.AU

(short series, fluff) part two

-> katsuki bakugou

———————————————————————

You turned off your phone the minute you sent the texts. You figured it’s best to not occupy your mind with “what if..” and instead got up and walked to the kitchen for a snack.

It was 1am almost 2 so it wasn’t a surprise to see the dorms so quiet, however you were also aware some of your classmates were on patrol or heading out. The good thing about being a university student is you get a little more freedom but you’re still subjected to the “rules of a hero”, that being, late night patrols. Lucky for you Mina had taken your place because she needed the hours and you technically were well over.

You opened the fridge and were happy o be faced with the batch of cookies you and Denki made earlier that day. Warm chocolate chip cookies, well, now they were cold.. you quietly took out a plate and placed a couple before tossing them in the microwave to melt them.

That little bit of freedom I mentioned before came with a beautiful moonlit view from the kitchen that was connected to a patio deck.. it was nice on summer day when everyone would team up for water gun fights. For now, it just offered a peaceful view. You rested your elbows on the counter and just admired the moon and stars.

You smile slowly dropped as the thoughts you were pushing away slowly crept in.

“Dracula ?”

You hear a gruff voice stepping in closer only to notice it was Bakugou (given the stupid nickname which you earned from doing things like this).

“I’m sorry am i bothering you grumpy ?”

He sucked his teeth before opening the microwave and taking a cookie.

“Wow so generous of you to ask, of course you can have one” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his irritating smug face.

If it weren’t for the fact that your eyes looked a little different, he would’ve went back to his room but something urged him to ask.

“What’s wrong with you ?”

“Excuse me ??”

“You were crying yeah ? I’m asking what’s wrong.”

How the hell did he-

“I’m okay, just tired and my eyes were dry”

“Bullshit. You’re gonna try and lie to my face ?”

While he seemed like an ass, you two were actually pretty close friends, met in pre-school all the way through middle and high school and now.

You hesitated before answering him..

“I texted him..”

And you didn’t even have to say his name for him to know.

“I needed to get something off my chest and it helped. My heart feels lighter, but i still feel a little off.”

Silence…

“He hasn’t responded and probably won’t, whether he does or not i don’t care. I said what i needed to say-“

“Which was ?”

“That i forgave him. I forgave him for what he did and said. For how he hurt me. I told him he didn’t deserve to occupy my space or heart anymore. That i was releasing him from my mind.”

“I deserve better kats’” now you look up at him, met with what looks like a soft gaze.

He nods his head before relaxing against the counter opposite from you.

“That’s it ? A nod..”

“What ? You’ve got it figured out don’t you ?”

He has a point.. you did this for a reason.

“He wasn’t worth your time. I knew that and your bsf did too. You just needed to realize it for yourself and thank fucking goodness you did.”

You’re surprised by his words, Bakugou has his sweet moments but they always seem to catch you off guard.

“You deserve more than you think. Now that you’ve finally let go of someone limiting you of that, you’re gonna get back on your feet.” He reaches over to rest his hand on the top of your head.

“You’ve gotta get your head outta your ass tho.”

Great he ruined the mood.

But now he’s leaned in face to face..

“That love you give everyone else.. you should be giving to yourself. Be selfish.” He stands up and takes a step back.

“Look at how i turned out” as he reaches for another cookie.

Once more you can’t help roll your eyes, he’s such a pain in the ass, but he’s your pain int the ass and you know he always means well.

He loves you in his own way and you’re glad to have him as you learn to grow.

->

he ate all the cookies and you demanded he make a new batch.

[sylvncorvus]

CHERRIES AND WINE

pairing: sylus x y/n

summary: sylus talks you through how to properly taste a new bottle of wine he got for you to share. (part 2 with smut will be coming soon!)

cw: alcohol, mature themes. as this is only part 1 with no smut it's more of tension.

authors note: i hope u guys enjoy my first lads piece!! stay tuned for a smutty part 2!

Merlot coats your tongue as you swallow down a sip of wine. Your eyes watch Sylus, watching intently as he swirls the wine in the wine glass. The legs of wine run down the sides of the glass in thick stripes, and his red eyes meet your gaze.

“See the legs? They’re able to tell you how strong the wine is, how high the sugar content is," he says, his deep voice almost a purr.

The only sound besides his voice is the crackling of the firepit, filling the air with a smoky smell. You’re both sitting in the living room; a new bottle of merlot Sylus had been meaning to try with you, corked open. Next to that is a small bowl of dark red cherries. He grabs one and holds it to your lips.

“Take a bite, then sip," he instructs.

Your teeth sink into the delicate flesh of the cherry; the flavor is sweet as you chew before you do as he says, sipping the wine. Together, the merlot amplifies the sweetness of the cherry, while the cherry complements the wine seamlessly, making a beautiful union on your taste buds.

“That’s so good," you say afterwards, watching him smile. It’s a gentle, soft smile, his eyes so soft as he gazes at you.

He leans in, and his middle finger nestles beneath your chin, his index finger holding it in place as his thumb swipes off a droplet of wine from your bottom lip. You can feel your cheeks heat at the contact alone, but the way he looks at you with so much adoration and affection, you feel the world could end then and there, and it wouldn't matter.

“I should have you try rosé and strawberries," he murmurs, making you hum in delight at the idea. “I do love strawberries," you reply in a voice as soft as his.

His thumb continues to rub your bottom lip, making you press a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb. He chuckles.

"Oh I know. Strawberries never last here when I buy them," he teases softly before his hand moves. You feel his fingertips press softly against the side of your neck until they slowly graze your skin to press his fingers against the side of your neck. His thumb rubs your jaw softly as he leans in a bit closer. His touch is so warm, it makes your face heat up more and you're sure your blush is akin to a crimson.

"Buy more then," you whisper in response. Your voice sounds breathless, you're all too aware of how affected you are just by his presence and a simple intimate touch. it makes a smirk spread on his lips to replace that sweet smile.

"Oh? Making demands of me?" he replies as he sets his wine down with his other hand. Sylus takes yours and sets it down beside his. with effortless grace he picks you up to place you on his lap.

Its a song and dance you're used to as you adjust to straddle his lap the way he likes. you feel his large hands grab your waist to scoot you forward to have your chest pressed to his. once he has you how he prefers, he hands you your wine again. your eyes watching him with rapt attention.

"You like when I make demands of you," you finally manage to reply getting past your flustered state.

Your words earn a chuckle. He knows its true. Sylus gets offended at the mere idea of you using your own money to get yourself anything. he likes when you want things. he likes to spoil and buy you things even something as small as a coffee from the cafe you like. Sylus even asks you to spend more of his money some days.

"I do, but now I have a demand of you," Sylus says, his voice softer but you recognize the tone. its a bit breathy, hushed, you know what his demand is: you.

Your free hand rests on the back of his neck and your fingers delicately run through the hair on the back of his head. His eyes flutter at the touch, you see the faint dust of pink on his cheeks at such a sweet touch. Its cute, how a simple touch makes him flustered.

"Well, make your demand. Don't leave me hanging," you tease softly. he meets your gaze, then looks at the wine. "Sip," he says.

You're not going to tell him no. its a simple demand and you know at the end of the day he's going to ask something of you. So you take a sip of the wine and when you swallow it down, he holds your chin like he did before. His lips find yours in a sweet kiss. you can taste the wine on his lips and when his tongue greedily seeks entrance you let him. Your tongue flicks softly against his. Your hand clumsily sets your wine down in order to rest your hands on either side of his neck; thumbs against his jaw.

Sylus moves his hand down the slope of your back, thumb running along the dip of it that earns a whimper he swallows greedily down in the kiss. He kisses you like he's never kissed you before, like a man starving. His lips move with yours seamlessly, a bit sloppy as your tongues push and pull against one another. Finally his large hand splays against the small of your back, his other hand still holding you in place not allowing you to break the kiss. His demand is you let him kiss you senseless.

His teeth drag against your bottom lip and nip it teasingly before his tongue licks over it to soothe it. Its then he pulls away just barely. His lips barely touching yours, his nose nestles to press against yours softly as his forehead rests against yours. You both catch your breath and his hand slides to cup your cheek. His thumb rubs your cheekbone gently.

"That's the best the wine has ever tasted," he murmurs against your lips. You smile and giggle faintly. "Corny," you retort making him laugh. "Ah, but you like it," he whispers.

You smile, you're still blushing you can feel it. You nod. "I do," you whisper.

He hums lowly in approval as he continues to stroke your cheek gently. "Well, finish your wine. I have other things I want to do to you," he murmurs with a heated look that you recognize. You smile shyly, and lean back to grab both your glasses, handing him his.

"Hurry it up," you tease taking a big sip of your wine and it earns a laugh from him. "Eager aren't we? Be patient, enjoy it. we have all night," he murmurs as he swirls his glass and sips it.

You sigh dramatically and sip the wine the way he taught you before. He snorts a bit. but he looks at you with affection and love. "That's it, sweetie," he says with a smug smirk. Your eyes narrow. "Be happy I love you," you reply in a huff. He smiles widely now and leans up to press a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I love you too. I'll make it up to you for making you wait," he says in a soft tone. Butterflies form in the pit of your stomach from excitement. You know he will.

written by sylvncorvus

[xjulixred45x]

Okay, still the same Anon, but I guess I should get an Anon Name so you know it’s me (How about 💖 Anon?)

Child Star!Yuu perched on Rook’s shoulder is so freaking funny!

My mind immediately went to CS!Yuu looking like Rook’s ‘Parrot’ as she’s just sitting on his shoulder

I know it’s also not in the same era, but because of the idiots influence (Ace, Deuce, Grim, etc) Yuu develops makes the catchphrase “You Got it Dude!” Whenever someone asks her to do something (Did I just use Michelle Tanner’s catchphrase from Full House? Yes. Will I stop? Nevah! 😂)

i like that name for you, 💖 Anon!

And yes, I can see Child Actor! Yuu imitating a lot of TWST pop culture because of Adeuce. Whether appropriate or not, or in the right context or not.

She'd be resting on Rook's shoulders, somewhat bored while everyone was focused on some Vil montage, all completely focused on their work (well, almost everyone, Epel was bored beyond belief. Rook had his full attention on Vil while he made sure Yuu didn't fall off his shoulders), and she said something completely out of place, and everyone just couldn't hold back their laughter. Some tried to hold it in but just lost it.

Vil wanted to be angry, but Yuu was not only very proud of her feat of making everyone laugh, but she also genuinely seemed to not know the meaning of what she said (it's like when a child repeats a curse word without knowing what it means). So Vil redirected his anger toward the trio of morons.

Eventually Yuu ends up generating her OWN iconic phrases, to the pseudo pride of Vil and Rook, the entertainment of Epel and the pain of Grim (he's FED UP, SAVE HIM) -

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(ESPAÑOL)

hola Anon!

y si, puedo ver a Child actor! Yuu imitando muchas cosas de la cultura popular de TWST por culpa de Adeuce. ya sea adecuado o no, o en el contexto correcto o no.

ella estaria descanzando sobre los hombros de Rook, algo aburrida mientras todos estan centrados en algun montaje de Vil, todos completamente concentrados en su trabajo(o bueno, casi todos, Epel esta aburrido mas alla de lo imaginable. Rook tiene toda su atencion en Vil mientras se asegura que Yuu no se caiga de sus hombros), y ella dice algo completamente fuera de lugar, y todo el mundo simplemente no se aguanta la risa. algunos tratan de aguantar pero simplemente lo pierden.

Vil quiere estar enojado, pero Yuu no solo esta muy orgullosa de su hazaña de hacer reir a todos, sino que tambien genuinamente parece que no sabe el significado de lo que dijo (es como cuando un niño repite una groseria sin saber que significa). asi que Vil redirije su enojo hacia el trio de tarados.

Eventualmente Yuu termina generando sus PROPIAS frases iconicas, para el pseudo orgullo de Vil y Rook, el entretenimiento de Epel y el dolor de Grim (el esta HARTO, SALVENLO)-

[laursdomain]

ridoc gamlyn as your boyfriend...

pairing: ridoc gamlyn x fem!reader

synopsis: sfw & nsfw boyfriend headcanons for ridoc

warnings: nsfw, mdni, 18+

ྀིridoc gamlyn masterlist

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Talking. Most of the time you two are together, it is spent with Ridoc talking. He is a D1 yapper. Even when you are slowly drifting off to sleep, his voice is a constant lullaby for you, his stories of his day or whatever thoughts are in his mind comforting for you.

Banter. Before you two got together, you two had a lot of banter with one another. The snarky comments and jokes to each other across the quadrant didn't go unnoticed by the cadets in Fourth Wing, and you two most definitely didn't notice them making bets on how long it'd take for you two to get together. Even in a relationship, you two still keep up the banter, though it is more flirtatious now, earning multiple groans from Imogen.

Protective. Ridoc may only be 5'6, but he is not afraid to throw himself head first at anyone who messes with you. Even though you most definitely can handle yourself, Ridoc loves messing with them, annoying them to the point they walk away grumbling. He may not be all height like Xaden and Liam, but he knows how to annoy someone to a T.

Putting you first. We know this man definitely puts you first with the way he did so with Violet. He's always team you, supporting every decision you make, but still making sure you are mentally and physically okay. He'll only intervene if he feels a decision or thought-process of yours is compromising you.

PDA. Ridoc comes off as the type of person to love PDA to the maximum level, but he definitely is more chill than expected about it. Yes, he'll constantly have a reassuring or possessive hand on you at all times. He also gives you a kiss every time before you two part before every class. Before climbing your dragon for flight maneuvers? Kiss. Before he has to go study with Sawyer? Kiss. He laughs every time one of yours or his friends groans at you two, enjoying being able to annoy them and kiss you at the same time. His two favorite things.

Physical touch. As said before, he always has a hand on your body. Mostly because he needs to be touching you, it helps ground him while in the middle of a war. Although, being able to show off that you are his is his favorite plus. Though, he knows when the touching becomes too much, not wanting to overstimulate you.

Dates. Going on dates in the quadrant is probably the most difficult thing to do at a war college. That doesn't falter Ridoc, who finds creative ways to have dates with you. His personal favorite is using his ice wielding to create a makeshift ice skating rink, holding both your hands as you two glide around. Your personal favorite is when you two fly together, landing on an abandoned cliffside as you watch the sunset or the sunrise, cuddling together as you bask in each others presence.

Jealousy. Ridoc is the last person to get jealous of someone else trying to take you. Because, the truth is, they should be more worried about you than him. He'll watch with an amused look on his face as you either yell at the man or simply fight him until he yields, giving the other man an I told you so look. He turns his head with that same look on his face when you stomp away, grabbing Ridoc's hand as you drag him to your room.

𖤓 nsfw

Switch. I will die on this hill, but Ridoc is a switch. He loves being the one in control, being the one to bring you your pleasure as you tip over the edge, time and time again. But, he wouldn't be lying if he said he enjoyed it just as much being under your control, being forced to keep his hands to himself as you use him for your pleasure. The few times you're in control is when you are overly frustrated and in need of release, jealous, or simply because you want to. He would never tell you, but Ridoc secretly looks forward to whenever your in charge.

Kinks. Ridoc's favorite thing to do when he's the one in charge is ice play. The look of absolute ecstasy on your face as he pinches your nipples, the feeling of them hardening under the feeling of his ice-cold fingertips absolutely mesmerizing for the boy. And when he fingers you? You come faster when he uses his ice wielding from the sheer feeling of it.

Oral. Ridoc loves going down on you. He loves sinking his fingers inside of your dripping cunt, curling his fingers as he feels your spongy walls clench around his digits. He'll leave bite marks all over your inner thighs, letting you know that you are his. You beg him, every time, to suck your clit, loving the way he lightly nibbles on it, giving you the stimulation you've been desperate for.

Jealousy. After you pull him away from the man who attempted to hit on you, he's in for a treat. He'll let you do whatever your pretty face wants to do, and knows he's in for it when you push him onto the bed. You straddle his hips, bringing him in for a searing kiss that is hot and messy, but everything Ridoc loves, as you grind your clothed cunt against his. Ridoc loves and hates your teasing, simply because you take too long to remove your clothes but the feeling of your cunt grinding against his cock is perfect.

Weakness. Ridoc's weakness in the bedroom is your noises. When you first slept together, you weren't as noisy, but the moment you did when you were getting close to your high, Ridoc immediately folded. Now, every time, you never hestitate with your sounds, loving the way Ridoc drops his head into your neck when you do, marking the skin there. The other alternative, though, is your sounds will spur him on to go faster and deeper, making your sounds even louder, sending Ridoc tumbling over the edge with you.

Marking. Ridoc marks you up like it's nobody's business. He doesn't care that you'll scold him the next morning when you notice your neck is littered with mouth-shaped marks, ones that suspiciously looks like his. A shiver goes down your spine and settles into your core when you hear him say, "I want everyone to see who you belong to." You ignore the cocky smirk on his face when you proudly wear the marks on your neck like a patch on your flight jacket.

Positions. Ridoc doesn't care what position you two are in, as long as he's able to give you pleasure. Your go-to positions are missionary, cowboy, and doggy as you both thoroughly enjoy the feeling you receive in that position from Ridoc's cock. Though, it doesn't take a lot of convincing from Ridoc to let him take you against the wall, the desk, the chair, or literally any other piece of furniture.

Aftercare. Ridoc isn't overly-crazy with aftercare like the other boys, but he still does it! Once you two have finished, he'll lay there for a couple of minutes with you until your breathing calms, soothing your hair down and rubbing circles into your back. Once you're back with him, he gets up despite your protests, getting a warm wet rag and cleaning you both up. He keeps a pile of clean underwear just for you in his room, giving you one of them and one of his shirts to wear as he cuddles you to sleep.

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[faiszt]

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[goatgoesmbe]

naw but fr tho i think you've given me more knowledge in islamic sex ed than all my 12 years in school

I went to religious school since elementary and they didn't teach shit abt sex, except that one time about how to keep them coochie clean

So yea, i feel u bestie 😞🤝😞

I mostly asked a professor/ustad directly like, after the lecture i'd approach them to talk privately coz i wanna know what kind of sex toys would be halal 😄

.. eventually some who are used to me made this face like "omg.. this person again" when i raised my hand during qna session (im shameless, ive reached the peak of not gaf)

But i appreciate them for always answering seriously. Like this one time a kid asked if eating pork in Minecraft is halal lolol (it is Halal ofc LMAO)

and some others who were like, "you know what? Here's a whole guide so you can research them yourself"

So.. here ya go sksksk

Bismillah..

THE SOURCES (VERSES)

Can only be taken from:

Quran

Hadith

Prophet SAW besties (Shahabat) habit

Qiyas Syar'i

"But what are thosee 👀"

Quran: the words of God. Usually his response to the Prophet SAW. Like- they were having a convo, or God just wanted to yap. They're all recorded here. Like that whole verse about him saying fuck your psychotic uncle, or the other one about Him scolding the Prophet for his RBF

Hadith: the words and action of the Prophet SAW. In 1st person/3rd person

Split into: Shahih, Hasan, Dhaif, Maudhu

Shahih: valid, undebatable. He legit said that fr (he as in, the Prophet)

Hasan: means good, could be valid.. but one/some of the Rawi is sus.. it's ok tho

Dhaif: WEAK, some sources were questionable but some Rawi said valid- so this could be taken with a grain of salt FOR HISTORY SOURCES ONLY, it's NOT allowed to be the basis of a ruling

Maudhu: Fake, some guy legit said being a nationalist is Sunnah- lmao (bro made shit up)

*Rawi: scholars who confirmed the validity of hadith. Being a Rawi is very strict, they have to be perfect. For example they should never lie. So when i say a rawi is sus, sometimes it's coz someone saw them fishing (some said its Makruh coz ur lying to the fish :( by luring them with nomnom then yeet them u_u)

"But what if they lie about not lyin"

Wallahu'alam. We're taught to always assume positively about anyone except when there's a CONCRETE proof that this person is bad. And if the Rawi actually lie? Then they gonna bear the sins of everyone trusting their cited verses (everyone who followed the verses wouldn't be punished, coz obv they dunno if Rawi lie)

Prophet SAW besties habit: i think it's self explanatory- lol. This usually taken from hadith mauquf (hadith about words/action of the besties- 1st POV or 3rd POV)

This could be taken as verse- because they idolized the Prophet SAW so much so that they copied everything he does (including crouching when he pee- his wife told the besties it happened uh- yeah there's a verse about how to gain reward/avoid sin from pissing alone (Shahih Ahmad))

Qiyas Syar'i: scholars gathering and using their big brains to discuss the ruling for new stuff in modern time (period after the Prophet and his besties died). And since im no scholar, i usually just look up these discussion instead of using my own logic

Notes: these sources are preserved by bijillion people memorizing them. Hadith usually happened like this: A saw the Prophet eating chicken :O (Shahih Bukhari, 5517), A told B, B told C, etc etc (these are called Sanad). And then the Rawi will look it up and probably ask from A to C if that really happened, then the Rawi sorted them as Shahih, Hasan, etc. The Rawi era ended in year 920, no other people would be valid enough to be one in the present.. because well- how could you check if A really said to B.. they've been dead

More notes: it is important to preserve the verses in arabic. To avoid misscommunication due to mistranslation

THE RULING

THE OBJECTS: Halal & Haram

By nature, everything is Halal UNLESS there's an explicit verse saying they're not

Example: there's no verse about cigarette being haram. So the cigarette in itself is halal. But the use of it/smoking.. is another discussion for scholars

More example: Pork is haram (Al-Baqarah: 173).. to consume, trade, or serving them. Touching the meat is ok lol

"But 🙋 how about coccaine✨ there's no explicit verse saying coccaine"

Yes, but it counts as Khamr. Khamr doesn't necessarily means alcohol- but anything that could be intoxicating. Verse againt khamr: Al-Maidah: 90. There may be some scholars disputes (ofc using them for emergency/medical reason is ok.. like anaesthetic is khamr)

THE ACTION: Wajib, Sunnah/Mustabah, Mubah, Makruh, Haram

Wajib: Mandatory, you have to do it and get rewarded :D. If not, the you sinned >:(

Sunnah: Reccomended 👍, you do it? You get rewarded :D, you don't do it? It's ok

Mubah: Allowed, ..no reward, no sin.. just ok

Makruh: Not reccomended 🫤, you do it? Ok.. but if you resist the urge to do it you'd get rewarded :D

Haram: Obviously, don't do it coz it's a sin

For this, an act has to be explicitly stated in verses, whether it's ok or nah. Some might changes due to situations.. (for example: one time during the time of Caliphate Umar, they went thru famine, and the rich were greedy- not giving to people in need during it. So Umar said- U KNO WHAT, STEALING FROM THEM IS OK)

"But how do we knoww 😔"

Look up verses of Quran or Hadith Shahih/Hasan on google and such. Also opinions of valid scholars. Some might varies so make sure to look up if a Scholar is educated in that subject. It's ok to take any opinions to your liking even tho it's different from other scholar (example: most Indonesian scholar said music is halal.. with some exceptions ofc)

Also look at Tafsir! I reccomend avoiding trying to translate the meaning of verses by yourself, because mistranslation is a thing, also its usually worded in a way that it's hard to understand (old language be sophisticated ukno). So it's best to look up what scholars think this verses actually mean + the context of the situation and time when the verse happened (Tafsir)

Alright, enough of the boring stuff

✨SEX✨

Intimacy or any kind of affection to your spouse is an act of worship. So be horny 😌 for God 🫡

Foreplay is Sunnah (Al-Baqarah: 233). Scholars said: preceed with kind words, be playful, kisses, etc (Im saying that praise kink is Sunnah-)

Saying Bismillah and some prayers is Sunnah also, ..don't need to say it out loud, just mumbled it or said it in your head is ok too

Any positions is allowed as long as the penetration is into vagina

Any kind of anal penetration is not allowed :( (From Ibn Majah, hadith Sahih) a/n: lowkey funnyy how God said "NO ANAL" three times here-

But ☝️ Eating ass is ok 👍. Just dont penetrate with tongue/fingers/penis/etc. You can rub or grind between ascheeks, tease the rim with your tongue- these are probably Makruh.. but it's not a sin.. so :P

Period sex is not allowed (Al-Baqarah:222)

But ☝️ You 🫵 Can be creative. Like pussy job, stimulate clit, and the like- as long as theres not penetration to the bleeding cunt it's ok 👍 (probably Makruh)

Sex toys are okay 👍 but only for external stimulation, meaning- no penetration

Sex toys are also okay only if your partner is stimulating you with it, can't use it on yourself ;) (Again, some said Makruh, some said Haram)

Masturbation is not allowed (Al-Mu'minun 5-7, tafsir-ed by Syafii). But some scholars said that it's allowed if you're so horny it made you want to do things with someone who's not Halal for you (like that one Gazxreader mid-courting fic)

Though some scholars did say masturbation is allowed.. (but no penetration) makruh tho- it differs from variety on how scholars think the verse above meant. Some used the argument from verse (Al-An'am: 119) where it is said that anything needed to be said explicitly to be wrong/right in any verse- and masturbation never stated explicitly. Sees also opinions of Tabain, from Al-Muhalla by ibn Hazm- they're ok with it

Bondage and other kinks are allowed if both parties are consenting and had communicate it properly. And it shouldn't cause emotional distress/physical harm

..If anything, indulging in your partner kink is Sunnah :D

Giving each other head is okay, but not reccomended. Just don't swallow :3 (some said Makruh, some Haram)

Pulling out (azl) and using condom etc is ok 👍 but breeding kink is Sunnah (especially when the receiver is into it :3)

..Yes you can suck tiddy and drink the milk

..Yes you can fuck with hijab on praying mattress

..Yes you can use prayer beads as toys, dunno how but.. be creative(?) (still no penetration)

Sexting/Phone Sex is allowed. But either parties are not allowed to masturbate (some said Makruh, some said Haram). Though, both scholars said it's ok if you cum from it somehow with no hands involved/toys (again, some said Makruh some said Haram for the latter)

If you're not ashamed of it.. then do it ig (Said the Prophet, from Shahih Bukhari: 3483)

But it's reccomended to have haya and not be filthy (not a sin tho)

Scat and piss kink isn't allowed because the object (piss&shit) themselves are considered najis (dirty)

Penetrative sex & Orgasm break your fast! But making out and heavy petting is ok (edging is ok ehehe- probably Makruh tho). There's a verse about the Prophet kissing his wife, sucked her tongue, and drank her saliva- which means that doesn't break your fast.. (Shahih Bukhari: 1927)

But if you cum by accident.. like idk, in your sleep, or just somehow- it wouldn't break your fast. Just bathe

You need to bathe before praying if you had sex/orgasm

You don't need to bathe immediately after sex/orgasm

If you want to go another round, it's Sunnah to take wudhu between rounds

If you get aroused, leaking precum, getting wet and such- but didnt have an orgasm- you don't need to bath, just take wudhu

Both parties aren't allowed to talk about their sexy times with other people except for educational/medical purposes

Watching visual pornography is Haram due to the nature of us having to avert our gaze anyway

But reading text porn is a grey area. Either Makruh or Haram

and uh.. idk what else, lmk if i miss anything

Having nasty thoughts is alright, God made us horny as He stated. It's what you do with those thoughts that would be judged

Voyeorism isnt allowed. Due to the nature of awrah. Sexy times only allowed in private places

Holding hands kissing with tongue snuggling cuddling PDA is allowed tho

Just don't get too freaky ;)

If you do any of the forbidden stuff byy accident, like- oh no.. Gaz 👀 wrong hole..

That's not a sin, coz you didnt intent to- but yes do immediately stop when you realized it

And dont feel bad, God is mercifull so repent

Notes: Sin with God and Sin because you hurt people are different. Let's say you ate pork on purpose, then repent and promised to not do it again. But if you hurt someone, you have to get their apology specifically. If not, there would be consequences in the day of judgement. (Rawi Muslim)

Example: Fulan stole his sister's Muffin from the fridge. It's Sunnah for the sister to forgive, she would be greatly rewarded. But if she couldnt help and hold grudges, both would be called forward. An angel would ask if she forgave her brother, if she said yea then cool. But if not, then Fulan has to give one of his pahala (reward/good deeds point) to his sister. And of course, anyone wouldn't just offend one person in their life.. so every each person who had grudges towards Fulan would alsoo be called forward then asked the same question. If Fulan is hated by sooo many people- to the point he has no pahala anymore :(, then the next person gonna give Fulan one of their sin, etc, vice versa.

So.. God may be merciful, but people (me) aren't. Someone could be really good religious wise but is an ass towards people in general, in that case, their good deeds from religious duty is useless *cough*mom*cough* (from Sahih Muslim: 2581)

This is a reminder to be kind 😌 "Speak only good words, or keep silent" or something along those lines (Shahih Bukhari: 6018)

Feel free to ask questions in my inbox/dm- but again! Im no scholar! Just a student :3 So i just gonna offer the opinions of scholars i gathered

Asking questions is reccomended in Islam

Even the Angels themselves who are made to be obedient- asked God when He said he wanted to make humans.

They basically said "Art thou sure?, They're just gonna kill each other and destroy earth". God answered "Yeah ik. Now kneel at them" (Al-Baqarah: 32-37)

Wallahu'alam