#the feeling of something being Deeply Wrong

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how you can be the light for your person when things are dark ⏳

🍀🌴THE RITUAL: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

When they get too lost, will you lead them back? These may seem like small struggles, but it has a huge impact on your person’s character and how they hold themselves back. (Some piles purposely do not have an “extras” section.)

Choose wisely. Applicable to future lover or spouse.

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1 | “slow down” - chase atlantic

you’ll need to be that person that provides a sense of security for them. You’ll remind them why they do the things that they do and who they’re doing it for, what their purpose is in all of this

You’ll be someone who is extremely reliable, someone they can count on; to do this, you’ll need to be secured yourself, grounded, and discliplined, along with your own goals to chase in this lifetime. i also see you reaching out first to see why they’re struggling.

i also see you reaching out first because this person might show these negative signs subtly or through the bad qualities of leadership (i.e: if they’re a boss who doesn’t usually get mad at employees, but they suddenly do out of stress and having too much work.) your person doesn't want to appear weak and will push their feelings aside to move on. you’ll help them keep in check, just make sure to balance yourself as well. avoid going to extremes like being too hard on yourself or them.

you’re very nurturing and definitely CAN end up helping others more than yourself, so pls make sure to keep yourself in check. your person also needs to know that you’re okay.

i also think your person tends to be one who is assertive or one who could be in a position of command or higher power/authority than others, so they could be burnt out or frustrated

you’ll buy things for them (i.e: walking by a bakery and buying something for your person) or do acts of service. You might even take them out to eat or check up on their health, take them shopping. overall, spending your time with this person and making it known that you’ll be patient and that you’re someone they can open up to, if needed. also lots of earth energy in this pile or connection

as long as you make it clear that you are there for your person, they’ll feel safe and will appreciate it more than you know. (this also gives very heavy secretary vibes- ayyy shout out to the kdrama “what’s wrong with secretary Kim” hahaha)

your person might be discouraged because they start projects or gain things in areas that don’t really benefit them in the long run or won’t have anything to do with their future or alignment. your person is generally a fun, passionate person---it’s their spontaneity, zest for life, easy amusement for things that don’t matter that will get them down. remind them of their purpose and what they strive to be, the people they hope to inspire, and the hearts they want to move. tell them to slow down, to take it easy, and to not to take more pressure than they need.

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2 | “whips and chains excite me” (??)

one of you in the relationship needs to take care of their health more, hydrate often, and maybe declutter your living spaces a bit. i see that brushing these off could build up into something whack af over time. once on of you declutters your space or finds somewhere comfortable, yet clean and inspiring, it’ll help you declutter your mind as well.

i think your person is a bit of a loner or they’re not one to share their thoughts to anybody, no matter how innovative or creative they are, so communication is definitely important here. encourage them to come out of their shell more or talk to you. you’d be suprised how easy it is, despite a bit of hesitance and depending on how much trust in built in this relationship.

there’s a lotttttt of talking involved. you gotta take this person outside more!!! get them involved with life and all that it has to offer (pressure ‘em to go outside if needed- there is MEGA introvert energy here and it needs to be balanced out)

your person might deal with a lot of indeciveness, procrastination, confusion, and overthinking. they’re very open minded, weird (hopefully in a good way), unconventional, captivating, and naive. there’s a good sense of justice and fairness here. be creative with them and hype them up!! get to know them, be empathetic, EMOTIONALLY SUPPORTIVE, and hear em out.

extra bits n pieces: "stop living in the dark,” “get back into the real world,” def prominent air sign placements, BIG thinker, computer science, nerd, rihanna “s&m” lyrics, unconventional mind, might have adhd or some form of distracted thinking (but in a genius kind of way)

lil teddy note: i’ve never gotten so many major arcana cards in a spread (yo person is a totally different, complex kind of gem)

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3 | *splashes bucket of water on you*

your person might have prominent fire sign placements and they don’t know where to direct this energy and passion. They’ll need a bit of water energies around them to get them to chill out. they might struggle with ego, but that’s bc they’re scared and everything is unknown to them. it’s almost like this is their soul’s first life and they’re learning to navigate things. i think they can also be a bit too much, like too energetic, excited, or banter-y, maybe too competitive and wanting to win.

this is an odd suggestion but you may have to teach your person to get along with their friends or family (??) they could have difficulties getting along with them so you’ll have to show them how to be a friend. you’ll definitely show them how to express their love, feelings, and be vulnerable. it’s a bit hard, but a lot of these issues are because they have hella unused energy and they’re just excited to use it.

they want to love and be loved, but they don’t know how or where to start. your person also sounds very extroverted or an extrovert who’s very obviously hiding it because their passionate personalities haven’t been received well while growing up.

i also think your person is stubborn, strong willed, and determined. Definitely a guard/protector sort of person. they might be good at sports or physical activities. they seem very self assured but they might be hesitant in making some decisions bc they’ve always been pretty bad at timing (ie: like a corny joke at a bad time, but in a naive and innocent manner). they really have a knack for making their presence known unintentionally.

pile 3, i think yall have the ability to adapt to your person’s quirks, even if you might be shy of them at first. but you’ll help each other become comfortable with each other’s little traits. especially if there are aspects you don’t like of yourself or them with the same issue, you’ll help each other grow to love em and naturally accept yourselves as you are. I don’t think I need to advise you much; like water, you’ll shape and shift into what you’ll naturally become to support your partner. It’s really cute I like this energy

extra bits n pieces: charming, charismatic assholes, fun to be around, attention on them wherever they go, jock and shy nerd vibes, just misunderstood, puppy vibes

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° ˖ ➴ things you do that make them ( flustered. )

### . STARRING ⌢ OT7 ⋆ fluff. + 0.5k // kissing + implied relationship + intended lowercase ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ i miss them i miss them i miss them i miss them i miss t + [m.list]

౨ৎ ˖ 大崎将太郎 — ❪ OSAKI SHOTARO ❫

when you take the lead. hear me out. it might just be the (unofficial) leader in him that appreciates it, but he'd just find it so attractive when you take control of things in the relationship. initiating skinship (big fan of getting hickies shhh), planning out dates, etc.... oh god he'd get all hot and bothered so fast, even at the smallest of things too, that it'd almost be funny.

౨ৎ ˖ 송은석 — ❪ SONG EUNSEOK ❫

debating with him. he enjoys turning a topic over and over in general but he’s genuinely SUCH a sucker for arguing different points of view with you because a) he thinks your brain is very sexy b) you look really, really cute when you get all passionate about something and get very into whatever topic you’re talking ab. also more often than not kisses you in the middle of the argument (if he doesn’t have a good comeback, that is, bc lwk my guy cannot accept defeat …).

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౨ৎ ˖ 정성찬 — ❪ JUNG SUNGCHAN ❫

wearing his clothes. trust me on this one. and look it’s not even necessarily the fact that his clothes would like 99% be Huge on you, making you look like you’re literally drowning in them. (if you’re shorter than him, that is) he’s just a fan of how it emphasizes that you’re his. especially!! when you’re in public or around other people and you borrow, say, like his hoodie, jacket or something. might j end up pulling you away with him somewhere more private hhh.

౨ৎ ˖ 박원빈 — ❪ PARK WONBIN ❫

complimenting him. look okay, he obviously does know he’s attractive – what with, you know, people literally falling all over themselves for him – but there’s something about you in particular being vocal about how he looks. particularly when you go into specifics, telling him how good his hair looks styled a certain way, how you really like a certain color on him and he’s a goner. 11/10 never changing his hair/taking that fit off.

౨ৎ ˖ 홍승한 — ❪ HONG SEUNGHAN ❫

wearing lip gloss/lip balm. he’s for sure obsessed with kissing you, for one. it’s really interesting to him how the different colors look on you or how you use different flavored lip balms. makes it a game almost, to kiss you and guess the flavor of whatever lip product you’ve chosen to wear on a particular occasion. has sm experience kissing u that atp he rarely ever gets any wrong smh.

౨ৎ ˖ 이소희 — ❪ LEE SOHEE ❫

eye contact. One thing that for sure gets him is you being a good listener and just being able to maintain good eye contact w him. he'd genuinely find your gaze on his to die for... babygirl would like to try and match your energy but always, without fail, end up not being able to match your loving stare and end up blushing and looking away. ><

౨ৎ ˖ 이찬영 — ❪ LEE CHANYOUNG ❫

giving him gifts,, i feel he’s the type to get flustered by most of the things you do but is just good at acting like he’s not. gifts though, specifically handmade ones — like cutesy cards, crocheted items, baked goods, etc. are a different topic. because like yeah he's used to expensive presents but to him, getting something handmade is far more .. intimate and shows how deeply you care. will go absolutely red even at small little sticky notes with messages on them fr.

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What’s Lucifer and Lilith’s opinion on the new Media Demon (Alastor)?

Is Alastor more on guard when he has both royal couple’s attention on him?

Honestly, I don't think Alastor has any reason to worry much about the royal family. In fact, given that one of the last things he saw before he died was Lucifer trying to save him, he's mostly lost his previous animosity towards the man. And in this AU, Lilith was never the owner of his soul, and he has absolutely no idea where she disappeared off to. So he doesn't have reason to dislike her either.

Alastor's planning on the royal family to have interest in him. In fact, that's one of the reasons why he's operating the way he is now; he wants to make things easier for Charlie when she pitches her redemption hotel idea, and making Hell the sort of place where people changing for the better is considered feasible is a step in the right direction. People won't laugh Charlie out of the room when the idea doesn't sound impossible. Plus, it might help Lucifer change his opinion on sinners as a whole, preventing family tensions.

He expects Lucifer and Lilith to take note of him and his contributions. To be able to walk down the street without worry of being caught in a gunfight used to be a luxury few could afford. Now? It's become rather common. The royal couple are going to go out one day and come to the abrupt realization that the Pride Ring is no longer the absolute dumpster fire it was before.

Lucifer is going to be curious, and slightly skeptical. Because let's be honest with ourselves, since when did good things last down here in Hell? What if this is a trick, a ploy? What if there's something deeply wrong that he just can't see on the surface?

Lilith, on the other hand, feels vindicated. She's just as prideful as Lucifer is, and is rather pleased by the proof of sinners' worth. It means she was right. She was right to put her faith in her people, to empower them, to make sacrifices and believe in them. It wasn't for nothing.

Both Lucifer and Lilith will want to personally meet with Alastor. They both want to know how he did it, why he did it. They're intrigued, and they want answers.

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“You’re Safe.”

Dazai & Ranpo x Reader – Separate Scenarios for

Comfort After a PTSD Episode.

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Osamu Dazai – “Breathe, Bella.”

Dazai sleeps lightly.

It is something few people realize—most believe the act, the exaggerated yawns, the lazy sprawl of his limbs, the way he drapes himself over chairs and across people, sleeping through the dull moments of life as though he is immune to the weight of existence.

But the truth is, Dazai does not sleep deeply.

Because the night is when ghosts come.

When silence is too loud.

When memories slip through the cracks, clawing their way back into places they were never meant to leave.

So when you jolt awake beside him, gasping, trembling, clenching the sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white—

He knows.

Even before you do.

“Belladonna?”

His voice is quiet, hushed, like the whisper of wind through an open window. Gentle, but firm.

You do not answer.

Because you are not here.

Your breath stutters, sharp and uneven. Your hands twitch as if they are searching for something to hold onto, something to ground you, but everything feels foreign, unfamiliar—wrong.

The walls around you aren’t the walls of your home. The air in your lungs isn’t the air of safety.

The sheets beneath your fingers morph into rough stone, the warmth beside you disappears, the bed turns too small, too cold—

You are there again.

And then—Dazai moves.

A shift of weight, a brush of fingers against your wrist, a warmth that should be comforting.

But it is not.

Because to you, in this moment, it is not him.

It is hands grabbing.

It is fingers curling too tight.

It is a touch that does not belong to you.

And before you can think—you flinch.

Violently.

You recoil like you’ve been burned, a choked sound slipping from your throat—

“No—please—”

And Dazai freezes.

Because he knows this reaction.

Has seen it before—on himself, in the mirror, in the way his own body once tensed at the sound of approaching footsteps.

He understands.

And he hates that he does.

Hates that he cannot fix this with a joke, with a clever remark, with a flick of his wrist that makes all the darkness disappear.

So he does not touch you again.

Instead, he moves carefully.

Lowers himself back down, so he is not above you.

Does not block your space, does not make you feel caged.

And then, he speaks.

“You’re not there anymore.”

Soft, steady, unwavering.

Your breath still shudders, erratic, uncertain.

So he keeps going.

“You’re here. In bed. With me.”

A tremor ripples through your body.

“It’s warm, isn’t it?” His voice dips lower, coaxing. “Not cold like it was back then.”

Your fingers slowly loosen from the sheets.

“And you’re not alone.” His words are careful, threaded with something real. “You hear that?”

Silence.

“My voice. My breathing. You’re not alone.”

Another shift—your chest still rises too fast, but no longer frantic.

And finally, finally, you blink.

Once. Twice.

And your eyes—wild, unfocused—settle.

On him.

Dazai smiles.

Not his usual smirk. Something softer. Something real.

“There you are.”

And when you finally exhale, shaky but solid, when your trembling hand reaches for him instead of away—

He does not hesitate.

He pulls you close, slow and careful, arms circling you in a way that is protective without being suffocating.

“Breathe, bella,” he murmurs, his voice against your temple, against your skin, against the places that are still learning what safety means.

“I’ve got you.”

And this time—you believe him.

Ranpo Edogawa – “I Knew You’d Wake Up Like This.”

Ranpo knew this would happen eventually.

Of course he did.

Because he knows everything.

Knows the way your breathing shifts when you start to slip into dreams you do not want to see.

Knows the way your fingers twitch when your body remembers something before your mind does.

Knows the way your nightmares always begin before you realize they’ve arrived.

So when you jerk awake, gasping, the ghost of something terrible lingering in the air around you—

Ranpo is already watching.

Already awake.

Already ready.

“I knew you’d wake up like this.”

His voice is sharp, certain, grounding.

Your head snaps toward him.

But your eyes do not focus.

Ranpo sees it immediately.

The way your chest rises too fast, the way your fingers curl, the way you are already preparing to run, even though there is nowhere to go.

“Nope,” he says, firm, not giving you time to spiral. “None of that. You’re here.”

You don’t respond.

“You hear me?” he presses. “You’re here.”

Still nothing.

So Ranpo takes a different approach.

He grabs the blanket.

And then—before you can panic—

He throws it over your head.

You jerk violently, startled. “What—”

“Good,” Ranpo says, pleased. “Confusion means you’re thinking.”

Your body is still trembling, but your thoughts are stuttering, shifting, breaking from the loop.

“I need you to listen, okay?”

Your lips part. No words come out.

But you do not fight.

That’s enough.

“Take a deep breath,” he says. “In, out. Again.”

You do. Slow, shaky—but real.

“Now, tell me what color the blanket is.”

You hesitate.

“What?”

“Humor me.”

Your fingers press against the fabric. Familiar. Soft. Real.

”…Green.”

“And where did it come from?”

“Our bed.”

“That’s right,” Ranpo says, pleased. “Now, where are you?”

The question twists something deep inside you.

Because you are still not entirely sure.

Ranpo clicks his tongue.

“Let’s try again. Where are you?”

A slow, shaky inhale.

“With you.”

A hum. A shift of weight.

And then—the blanket moves.

Pulled down just enough for you to see his face.

Ranpo—calm, certain, smiling.

Not teasing. Not mocking. Just Ranpo.

“Welcome back.”

Your breath shudders, but steadies.

And when he pulls you into his arms, you let him.

Because he was right.

You are here.

With him.

And that’s all that matters.

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@lyingistheway

Oh, this was such a lovely request—thank you for trusting me with something so intricate and emotional. I truly appreciate the thought you put into it, and I only hope I’ve done justice to the depth of your idea.

That said, I must admit I ultimately leaned toward separate drabbles for Dazai and Ranpo rather than the shared dynamic. It wasn’t for lack of interest—I simply wanted to ensure each of their reactions held the weight and intricacy they deserved. I hope you don’t mind the slight deviation, and I’d love to hear your thoughts once you’ve had a chance to read them.

Additionally, I found myself inspired to write a little something on Dazai and Ranpo’s relationship as well—if that’s something you’d like, I’d be more than happy to share it with you.

And of course, knowing you’re looking forward to my Valentine’s posts? Well, that’s just the sweetest little compliment. Consider me thoroughly flattered. ♡

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The Voicemail

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Hello! I have read some Bucky Barnes fanfics over the years and have written some other fanfiction on AO3 myself, but never felt brave enough to write anything like this. So this is my first try writing a Bucky Barnes X Reader fanfic and wrote something today on the spur of the moment and felt brave enough to post it. Depending on how I feel, I may post this on AO3 too. Apologies in advance for any errors!  Additionally, this is my own writing, and I do no consent to it being posted as original content by any other individuals other than myself.

Summary: Bucky gets a voicemail from you after two months of not seeing each other. 

Warnings/Tags: 18+ only, Minors DNI. Smut. With some plot. Friends with benefits. Dirty Talk. Mutual Masturbation. Phone sex (kinda). Voicemail. 

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It’s been two months. Two months of texts almost sent and a finger hovering over your name in his contacts. Two months without your voice, your smile…your touch..your kiss…your moans...and your body. Two months without you. The decision was mutual. You both decided it was for the best. But he couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was when you both were together. No one made him feel as good as you did. No one knew their way around his body like you did. You knew exactly what made him feel good and how to get him off. You respected his limits and were always eager to try new things. You both have the philosophy of pleasing your lover as much as possible and at least three orgasms before the next round. At first, you both were amazing for each other. You both were each other's confidant and stress relief. You were each other's solace, both when life got hard or when you just needed to feel someone else's body on yours. And somewhere it just all fell apart and got too messy and too intense. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop thinking about how good you feel. He couldn’t help but miss the sound you make when you cum and how sweet you tasted when his tongue was deep inside you.  He went through the motions, he went on missions, spent time with the team, went to his therapist, but the thought of you was constantly in the back of his head. The decision to not speak to each other after the break-up wasn’t agreed on or even said, it just happened. He longed to speak to you. God, he wanted to do so much more than just talk. He wanted to fuck you slow and deep just like you liked. Until you begged him to go faster and deeper making you scream out his name. But if he couldn’t have that, he at least wanted to at least just hear your voice. But at the same time, he didn’t even know what to say. So he just didn’t say anything, it was just easier. He thought you would do the same. Until he was proven wrong. 

That night he just got back to his apartment after a week-long mission. It was tedious and intense. As soon as he got home he just wanted to shower and sleep. And if sleep wouldn’t come, he just wanted to fucking lay down for more than 10 minutes. He pushes his still wet hair out of his face as he walks from the bathroom to the bed in comfortable sweatpants. He plops himself on the bed to lay down and sighs deeply with the urge to just roll over and shut his eyes. He decided to check his phone before he wrestles with his sleep and what he sees makes him sit straight up. 

It’s a voicemail. He must have had his phone on silent, he didn’t even hear it ring. Only a few people would call him at this time of the night, usually for a mission. But it wasn’t any of them, it was you. 

Maybe he shouldn’t listen to it. Maybe not hearing from each other if for the best. But all he could think about was hearing your voice. He couldn’t open the message fast enough and pressed play. 

“Hey, it's me.” your voice starts and his breath catches as he hears you.  

“I wanted to... I don't know, I just wanted to... I shouldn't even be calling you, should I? We hadn’t really said we should stop talking to each other. But it’s just… you know.” you stop to sigh and he sighs in agreement.

“But we did make an agreement to stop seeing each other. And I know we said it wasn't a good idea, but I just... I just can't stop thinking about you” you say softly and he feels his heart start to pound. You missed him too and it felt so good to hear you say it. He almost played that part over just to hear you say it again but he wanted to hear what else you had to say. 

“I just wanted to call you and hear your voice. I miss you. I really do. I miss... I miss talking to you. I miss... being around you. I... I miss your touch. I miss kissing you. God damn it, I miss fucking you. Um... I know that... us being... in the same room is difficult and I think that's why we are avoiding each other but I just….I don't want you to…I want you to be close to me because when you're close to me…fuck, so many things happen.” you breathe out, sounding lost in thought. And he breathes with you, his body starting to react to your words. The same tingle he gets in his body starts to make him heat up and he bites his lip.

“I… I... well... First of all, I get out of breath like how I feel out of breath now. Um, I, uh... My heart starts pumping fast. And, um... My body, it feels tingly. All over. And, um... And... And I start to get... So freaking... wet. Just your voice makes me so wet.” you slightly moan. 

“Fuck baby” he whispers in response and he can’t help but let out a small whimper. His cock grows hard at hearing how wet he makes you and the effect he has on you.

“And I... I don't want to let that go, honestly. The way you touch me and how you caress me. The way you know that I like it when you bite my ear. And you trail your tongue from my chest to my neck. Just the right spots to kiss and bite. And the way you kiss all over my body…. how you touch…the way you know how to touch my breasts…and pinch my nipples just right…and how you look into my eyes when you suck on them… fuck you know how wet that makes me.” you continue on in that same tone you use when his fingers are deep inside of you. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself. He takes his free hand and starts to rub on his cock through his sweatpants. Hearing that sweet voice filled with need turns him on so much and it’s been so long without you. 

“And fuck… your hands…both of them are perfect…the way your fingers are so…justt so fucking good…. and the way you know to finger me, not too fast, not too slow, but just right…how you curl your fingers right up into my G spot…and rub my clit…makes me cum so hard on those fingers” you whimper. By now he picks up on the rustling and wet sounds along with your words. You are touching yourself while you talk and you aren’t trying to hide it. And by now, he fully has his cock out and can’t help but stroke himself right along with you, desperate to hear more. 

“And then the way that you... damn the way that you fuck me. You know just how to fuck me. Having you inside of me…it feels so fucking good. The way that you start slow, and you keep going…going so deep ... .it's amazing. Mmmm fuck so amazing, fuck baby.” you start to struggle with your words and the sounds of you rubbing and fingering yourself intensify. He fucking loves when you struggle with your words like that when you are feeling good. It spurs him to start to stroke himself faster.  

“Fuck princess, you sound so so fucking good” he moans out as he strokes and continues to listen.

“But then…when I say I need more…you just… fuck…you just pound right into me… so fucking fast and deep…you pound into me so good until I can’t feel my fucking legs… and you fill me up so good… and the way you rub my clit when you pound into my pussy…your moans when you are deep inside of me…and how you tell me what a good girl I am, and tell me how I feel so good, and tell me how close you are and how you want to feel me squeeze your cock as I am about to cum…and then you go even deeper…and fuckkkkkk….baby it makes me cum so fucking hard. I want that…fuck baby, fuck I want you baby I-” you suddenly stop talking cry out his name and as soon as he hears you cry out he cums. He cums hard all over his hand and throws his head back as he moans out your name. He hasn’t cum with you in so long and it feels so fucking good. He takes a moment to catch his breath as he listens to you do the same. 

“I…I miss that so much. I miss you so much. The way you take care of me after….how you lay me on your chest and kiss me gently and... hold me in your arms. I miss that. I…want it back. I know it's a lot and I know that we shouldn't… but fuck… I don't think I can do without it. I miss that. I miss you.” you whisper to him and the message ends. 

He sits and stares at his phone as his body reacts. Reacts to the desire and desperation he hears in your voice. Your need for him. You need him. You want him. And fuck, he wanted you. Before he could realize what he was doing, he was cleaning himself up, putting on a fresh shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket with his black boots. He grabbed his keys, locked up, and was out the door. You wanted him. You needed him. And he wouldn’t keep you waiting a minute longer.  

[tkdb-hell]

47 for towa in the kiss prompts in exchange for my life

#47 - A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

Kisses Prompt List • Kisses Masterlist

(I do my best to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise specified - if you send me an ask and prefer masc or fem, please let me know)

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

The morning was calm, the kind of stillness that seemed to stretch on forever. You stood in a field on the outskirts of Jabberwock’s grounds, the mist curling around your feet like an old friend. Towa had led you here earlier, humming happily, his melodic tones filling the air with an unspoken affection.

Now, he stood a few steps away, his pale pink eyes catching the glow of the sunrise as he gazed at you with something tender, something that made your heart skip a beat. He hadn’t said a word—not that he could during—but he didn’t need to. Everything Towa wanted to express was there in the way he looked at you, his soft hums punctuating the silence between you.

“Is something wrong?” you asked gently, stepping closer. “You’ve been quiet tonight… even for you.”

Towa tilted his head, letting out a soft series of notes, “~~… ~~~~♪.” They were warm and comforting, a melody that said, I’m fine, but… there’s something I want.

Your brow furrowed slightly. “Do you want me to guess?”

Towa nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You crossed your arms, pretending to think deeply. “Hmm, let me see. Are you hungry? Tired? Cold?”

With every guess, Towa shook his head, his hair swaying softly around his face. Then, before you could guess again, he took a step forward—then another, until he was standing right in front of you.

“Towa?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

In a single motion, Towa’s arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you against him with surprising strength. The air left your lungs in a rush, the sheer force of his embrace knocking the breath out of you. For a moment, you could do nothing but stand there, wide-eyed and stunned, as he held you close, his face buried against your neck.

“T-Towa—”

Before you could say more, his lips found yours in a kiss that was both delicate and urgent. The contrast between the tightness of his hug and the softness of his kiss left you reeling, your head spinning as you melted into him. His hands pressed against your back, holding you as if he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart ache. His hums began again, slow and melodic, “~~~~♪ ~~~~…”

You didn’t need words to understand. He loved you, he needed you, and in that moment, you were his entire world.

You smiled, your hands moving to cup his face. “I love you too,” you whispered.

His eyes softened, and he let out a final, content hum, “~~…♪.” Pulling you back into his arms, he held you tightly once more, and you swore you could feel his heart beating in time with yours.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, until the mist swallowed the world around you, leaving nothing but the quiet music of Towa’s happiness in the air.

[rainbow-beanie]

Just thought of a crossover between poppy playtime and undertale, where poppy playtime takes place in the same universe as the events of undertale. So I’m thinking the playtime factory would be stationed near Mount ebbot. And by this time frisk had long since broken the barrier and them and the others are already in the process of settling down on the surface.

Till one day, while frisk is wandering through the woods, they see something that makes them still. They find doey standing right in front of them, stuck frozen just like they are. The creature doesn’t look like any monster they’ve ever seen in the underground, but they could tell it looked scared, from the way it seemed to nervously fidget the more time passes. Eventually frisk breaks the silence by introducing themselves, and the creature eventually does the same, introducing himself as doey, which frisk thinks is a cute name.

They invite doey to meet their friends, which makes doey hesitate, since all he could imagine was a bunch of humans, who would no doubt be afraid of him. Noticing his hesitation, frisk reaches up and grabs his hand and explains how their friends are really nice. And looking down at the small child looking up at him with such kindness and sincerity something he doesn’t deserve he reluctantly agrees, letting frisk led him to the village where their friends lived, being surprised that all of them were creatures just like him, or at least similar.

They were of course surprised upon seeing him, but upon frisk explaining how they found him wandering through the forest, they reluctantly agree to let him stay, cause a friend of frisk is a friend of them, doey feels touched by the sentiment.

Since doey is the component of three consciences, in the undertale verse, that would translate to souls, the souls colors are as follows.

Michael: patience 

Kevin: justice

Jack: kindness

Dory’s relationship with the other monsters:

Toriel: doey thinks she is really nice, she has a soft motherly presence that all three need, and reminds Jack of the mother that he lost, which causes doey to cry one day while helping her in the kitchen (with safety gloves, cause toriel quite isn’t sure how her food will turn out if it has bits of doe stuck it in, doey understands) and toriel is quick to comfort him, he doesn’t explain why he got so sad all of a sudden, but toriel comforts him all the same, knowing that something is wrong, and promises him tjat she would do everything in her power to protect him, which just makes him cry harder

Asgore: doey thinks he’s really nice to be around, and enjoys the time he gets to hang out while trying his tea. Asgore doesn’t quite understand how sentient dough can be able to ingest tea and food, but he remembers that the slime monsters are perfectly able to digest food, and pushes it out of mind) that is till he inevitably finds out that he had killed children in the past, which causes doey to understandably be afraid of him, till frisk explains that he only did that so he could find a way to break the barrier to save his people, which doey understands. And while not liking the fact that asgore had to go to such lengths, understands the importance of taking care of the people you care about. At least asgore succeed where he failed…

Alphys: upon being told that one of frisk’s friends is a Scientist, he doesn’t react well to it, his only interaction with any scientists being the doctor, so he doesn’t want anything to do with her till frisk, after managing to calm him down, explains that she’s really nice, and is one of their closest friends, and says how alphys has no intention of hurting him. It takes awhile, but with frisk by his side, he goes to meet alphys, and is presently surprised at how nice she is, and while she has questions of her about him, backs off the moment he gets uncomfortable, which he deeply appreciates. She eventually introduces him to anime, something that doey is very surprised about, since he’s only known cartoons from the grainy small tv’s from playcare. So seeing a cartoon so vibrant makes him very happy.

Sans and papyrus: he likes both of them equally, he enjoys sans for his laid back nature, and his puns that he readily enjoys, exchanging some of his own, much to papyrus’s chagrin. Doey enjoys his time with papyrus, learning about the different types of puzzles, and papyrus make spaghetti, even if the kitchen burst into flames from time to time. The first time it happened, doey was so frightened that he wrapped his arms twice around Papyrus and bolted out of there screaming, all while sans calmly walks in the flaming kitchen with a fire extinguisher, acting like things like this happen all the time.

Undying: safe to say doey was very surprised at how over the top she was, especially since she asked to spar with him in their first meeting, which he politely declines, content in watching her and papyrus spar from the sidelines, quickly awed at how cool they both are while fighting, it kinda reminds him often fights in alphas’s anime’s he’s watched, especially when undying suddenly strikes an iconic post from one of the characters in an anime, causing frisk next to him to cheer. One day he eventually he ends up sparring with undying, while making sure to hold back, not wanting to hurt her, finding out that he didn’t really need to, since the fish monster seemed perfectly in her element. in the process doey finds out that sparring is more fun then he expected, and he quickly looks forward to sparring with her more often.

That’s all I have rn, I just really want doey to be surrounded by people who grow to love and care about him, while not having to constantly be on guard. He deserves the world

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃~ 𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒸𝓈

The Menu

❤️Pairing: Forest Elf! Kang Yeosang x Mountain Dwarf! Reader (f)

❤️Au: fantasy au, lotr au, elf au, dwarf au

❤️Trope: friends to lovers

❤️Genre: smut

❤️Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

❤️Warnings: aphrodisiacs (sex pollen), motorboating?, breast play, oral (f), outer jobs, cowgirl, 69, size kink if you squint, multiple orgasms until exhaustion

❤️Word Count: 1,625

❤️Summary: when yeosang escorts you through the forest back to your mountain, you come across a part of the forest that has changed, including a rather interesting flower with some lusty influences

❤️ Day Six: YunGi | Masterlist | Day Eight: Yunho💙

“Yeosang… are you sure this is the way?” You asked uneasily. 

As a dwarf, you were already terrified of being in a forest where the trees were alive. But the deeper you travelled with your elven escort, the more the forest started to feel…off.

“Of course this is the way. Do you know how many centuries I’ve been travelling this path through the forest to get to the mountains?” Yeosang said, his arrogance intertwining his voice. 

Still, you couldn't help but want to grab your axe, even though you knew the motion would offend the trees. Yeosang had scolded you earlier when you had not strapped your axe to your back upon entering the forest. But your instincts, the same that had once saved you from a cave-in while mining, were blaring in your head.

“Do you not sense that?” You persisted. “Yeosang, please, pause for a moment. The forest seems darker; more menacing.”

Yeosang waved you off a second time. “That’s simply your dwarven fear of the forest. It’ll pass. I’ll sing you a song if you like to keep your mind off of it.”

Although you were never one to say no to hearing your best friend’s singing voice, that had the depth of your natural habitat, even with the allure of it softly lilting through the air, you still had an unease in your shoulders.

You breathed in and out deeply, in order to settle your nerves, but instead, your body started to feel some type of way. Your lower half tightened as if you had just completed an hour of foreplay. Why the hell would you feel turned on in a moment like this? Did you have a fear kink?

“Perhaps I spoke too soon,” Yeosang grunted ahead, halting his singing.

“What’s wrong?” This time your hand does reach behind you for your axe. 

Yeosang turned around and your eyes went immediately to the very apparent, throbbing cock in his pants. “There is something wrong with the forest. And I fear it is affecting me.”

Your mouth began to fill with saliva at the thought of Yeosang’s cock. You shook your head in an attempt to shed such thoughts. Yeosang was an elf. It was okay to be friendly with them, and even though Yeosang lived in an elven community that was housed in the mountains, it was still frowned upon to have any intermingling beyond a friendship. 

You threw any ‘I told you so’s’ out the window and decided that speed would be best. “Let’s get out of here-- and quickly.”

You started to walk briskly but Yeosang’s arms halted you. “Wait, tarry a moment.”

Your body was hot and your lower half was wet and you knew something was very wrong. “We have to flee, Yeosang, what are you--”

Yeosang swallowed loudly. His pupils were blown. He licked his lips and said, “I wish to taste you.”

Your eyes widened at Yeosang’s words. “You know not what you speak of, friend. Please, let us leave!”

Yeosang shook his head and fell to his knees. “My mouth craves your sweet cavern.”

You squished Yeosang’s head between your hands. “You’ve gone mad.”

“I will go mad if you do not let me please you,” Yeosang insisted. 

To prove his point, Yeosang proceeded to push his face between your breasts, almost snuggling into them as if they were pillows to be enjoyed. You moaned, feeling far more sensitive than you normally were. That only encouraged Yeosang to grab two handfuls of your breasts and massage them properly, his head still plunged in their depths.

“We are in the middle of a forest, Yeosang!” You protested.

“And you are a plum that I would like to taste,” Yeosang replied, words slightly muffled. 

Yeosang mouthed at the swell of your breasts, groping you through your clothes, making his way down the center of your torso. His hands found the waistband of your pants and his eyes rolled back up to you. 

“Are you wet? Is your slickness running down your legs as you speak? Do you ache for something inside of you? Please tell me you are affected like I am at this moment,” Yeosang pleaded.

You wove your hand through Yeosang’s long hair, tracing the braid along his temple. “I feel it, Yeosang, but we are friends. And you are an elf and I am a dwarf. We cannot act on these feelings.”

Yeosang snarled, feral and dark. “They can shove those rules up their asses. I want to trace your folds with my tongue.”

You whimpered softly and Yeosang slowly smiled. “Do you like the sound of that, my brilliant ruby?”

Your mind was becoming clouded with lust and soon all your logical and reasonable thoughts were fleeing. You found yourself nodding your head in agreement. “I like the sound of that very much, Yeosang.”

Yeosang moaned and then swiftly, he was pulling your pants off. He had your back up against a dark tree, and a leg thrown over his shoulder. His long fingers were parting you, baring your cunt to the cool forest air and you shivered. It was quickly remedied when he brought his hot, wet tongue to your folds, licking you from hole to clit as if to savor his first taste of you.

Your lust provoked you to push Yeosang’s face further into your cunt. You needed more than faint flickering's of his tongue. His nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue found your hole, pushing in and out. You grinded your cunt down on his face as if it was the very thing you needed for survival. 

Yeosang pulled your hands from tangling up in his hair and climbed up your body once again. His face was covered in your slick but you couldn't find an ounce of shame in it, only a burning need for more from him. 

“If my cock does not fuck your tight little cunt this very moment I fear I will go mad,” Yeosang admitted with a dark growl.

“Get inside of me right now,” You snarled back. 

You changed positions, Yeosang with his back against the tree now and you straddling his now naked lower half. You gripped Yeosang’s cock firmly in both hands and guided it to your wet hole. It was hard to smear your wetness over Yeosang’s cockhead because he continued to thrust up, sloppily rubbing against your clit and rubbing your wetness on your outer folds. 

“Hold still, you fool,” You hissed. “You fuck nothing but thighs.”

Yeosang’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Yes, let’s do that too.”

You squealed as you found yourself bent over on the ground now. Yeosang’s lengthy torso laid itself over you as he directed his cock between your closed thighs. His cock pushed through your plush thighs and he groaned at the stimulation. 

Peering at your crotch upside down, you could view his cockhead playing peekaboo through your thighs. The sight alone made you moan, however, his cock was rubbing against your folds and your clit, curved and velvet-hard that it was. 

It was debased and you weren’t even fucking but somehow it matched the fervor you both felt in this moment. You were like animals in heat, unable to deny what your baser instincts were calling for: simply release. 

You watched with avid interest as Yeosang fucked your thighs until he released in a frenzy on the soil. You found your climax yourself, Yeosang’s curved cock finding your clit over and over again until it sent you over the edge. It wasn’t a world-shattering climax but it was enough to fill the void for the most part…

But one release was simply not enough. Yeosang had you straddle him and he raised you up and down his shaft until you both came a second time. The third was sampling each other’s wares, in a position of your cunt held over his face as you knelt and took his cock in your mouth. By the fourth time, the two of you lazily rubbed your pelvises together, the slow ember of lust coaxed between the two of you. 

“Yeo-Yeosong,” You panted. 

“One more,” Yeosang cajoled, “You can do it.”

Your cunt is swollen with lust and multiple orgasms and still Yeosang’s cock remained hard and continued to spurt on his stomach even as you both came, groaning in unison. You were both a sweaty mess, clothes half forgotten, and breathing labored.

You felt your body finally relax, the lust finally running its course. “What in Durin’s Beard was that?”

“I have once heard… of dangerous pollens… that made a group of elves descend upon each other like ravenous wolves in lust but… I thought it men’s tales… or lusty thoughts of lesser dwarves…” Yeosang said between gasps.

You sent your best friend a glower. “Glad to see you’ve re-acquired your elvish arrogance.”

“That wasn’t abhorrent,” Yeosang admitted, using a leather cord to tie up his hair. 

You sighed heavily and began to gather your clothes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, I guess.”

“Do you think…” Yeosang paused and you froze as his words held in his throat. “We could do that again?”

You whipped around, clutching your clothes to your chest. “Again?”

Yeosang avoided your gaze, a pretty pink blush spreading on his face, only highlighting his birthmark. “Yes.”

You clucked your tongue. “I’m not so sure since it was only ‘not abhorrent’ to you.”

“It was amazing,” Yeosang gushed. 

You looked at your best friend's face and found his eyes were lit up with happiness and your chest constricted. Perhaps it was the pollen that got you here but now that it had happened, your heart might not be able to be swayed the other way.

❤️ Day Six: YunGi | Masterlist | Day Eight: Yunho💙

[richarlotte]

do you think moving or leaving home is essential to leveling up?

For me at least, leaving was necessary. I desperately wanted to shake an image; I didn’t feel like the opportunities I had in Michigan were worth staying; I wanted to keep doing my own thing, and I also just wanted better weather. In order for me to completely feel free, I had to go somewhere where no one knew me so I could begin again as I wanted to and be seen as who I present myself as today.

Everyone really pushed UofM on me, but the deciding factor was the number of people I knew who were attending. I didn’t see myself going to a school where it felt like I knew everyone because I wouldn’t be able to be myself; I’d be stuck as “fat nice Charlotte from high school,” and I didn’t want to put myself through being in an environment where I felt trapped by old stereotypes and surrounded by familiar faces.

Because I lost so much weight and totally changed my opinion about so many things, changed my mindset, and changed my look, I didn’t want to do anything that would hinder my growth. Leaving, in a way, was about finding freedom for myself and doing something that would allow me to continue to grow without putting a limit on my growth. It’s not necessary for everyone, but it was deeply necessary for me. 

I don’t believe that there’s anything wrong with growing up and moving on, especially if you feel like you’ve had better times where you are. If a situation doesn’t suit you, why would you not leave? Moving, trying new things, moving on, these are all things that you should become accustomed to while you’re young. There’s nothing wrong with wanting more, and if you have to move to find more, put yourself to action and find a way to make things work in your life. 

[stripesysheaven]

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[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Why didn't anyone in the series ask why the yeerks didn't ask Seerow for morph tech in order to escape their parasitic life?

Two things!

Thing 1: There are not only laws but taboos against sharing andalite tech. Ax loves his friends, but he still struggles with telling them about andalite tech when doing so would save their lives. He's less worried about breaking laws than he is about betraying his entire species, and he's genuinely scared that telling humans about andalite tech will lead to a second Yeerk Empire. Presumably most andalites feel the same, judging by their appalled reactions any time one discovers human morphers.

Thing 2: As of andalite-yeerk contact, morphing technology is new, poorly understood, and widely feared. We know that ~30 years later, Elfangor and Arbron still don't understand morphing and have only morphed once apiece — they're terrified when Alloran tells them to morph, and regard Alloran's willingness to morph as an outlier. So way back when Alloran was an aristh under Seerow, we can assume that morphing tech was even more rare and widely feared.

Personally, I headcanon that the two-hour limit wasn't discovered until years into the R&D process, and that even today "two hours" is an estimate based on past nothlitizations. So andalites discover morphing tech, they try it out... and a bunch of them get trapped forever. And they don't know why. And anyone trapped as a prey animal loses their mind in addition to losing their body. And maybe after much trial and (catastrophic) error, they discover that it's safe to stay another shape for 5 minutes. For 10 minutes. For 15. So on, until they get up to ~120 Earth minutes and people start getting trapped again. If that's the case, if 100s of beta testers are nothlits, then no wonder most andalites only morph when they have no choice. No wonder they're baffled and even awed by the Animorphs' casual comfort with morphing.

[worstloki]

AU where Loki doesn’t interfere with Thor’s banishment at all and it takes Thor years to prove himself worthy and when he returns to Asgard everything is just. The same. Nothing seems to have changed at all and everyone greets him like his absence was a minor obstacle that didn’t fundamentally change Thor and the worst part is Loki stepped down from the place as regent without any delay and Thor can’t help but feel there’s something underlaying the way his brother looks at him now and won’t let him touch him and Thor doesn’t know what he could have missed because he doesn’t think he would have found anything wrong with the things around him and how everyone behaves if he hadn’t spent time on Earth reflecting.

[red40exe]

michael to jeremy: hey this thing you said and did bothered me

jeremy starts overly apologizing and doesn’t let michael speak, unintentionally being a bad listener / feeling too sorry for himself

is my favorite thing ever. 12 yrs of friendship is a lot of weight to carry. whenever someone coined me as their best friend, i could never regard that as anything but a sign of doom. call me jaded. i headcanon michael to truly be extremely unsociable outside of direct interactions that are a must. hes deeply loyal to jeremy to a fault and oh baby the co dependency is bad bad bad!

once Michael becomes aware of it, he’ll hang so far back until he fades into the background. the painful part is watching your friends move on bc that’s just how it happens sometimes. love from afar is a bittersweet thing

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[ai-higurashi]

Honestly, they should have given the Kumojacky treatment to Minoton's arc, or at least something similar

[sonknuxadow]

if the only footage youve seen of the game doesnt actually give you a good idea of what the game/story is like (like its from a parody video or is otherwise heavily edited for example) then it doesnt count as having watched the game and you should pick little to no actual exposure to the game. only interacting with the games content through fanart/fanfic/etc also counts as little to no actual exposure to the game