#the way that i kicked my feet writing this

[mattnottrecs]

i asked for times like this, and kira heard my screams and made another smut masterpiece—we love to see it 🙂‍↕️

moans? he's never heard you moaning like that before, that freely and loudly.

you should learn from your friend how to act and fuck properly, my little guy 😬

male. there's no fucking way.

theo… you want us to fuck a girl…? say less 🙂‍↕️

on your bed, you're in a very delicious position, ass up face down, your hands fisting the sheets as a guy pounds into you from behind, his fingers firmly digging into your hips. and not just any guy - theo's very best friend, mattheo.

the imaginary is fucking delicious and so vivid 😣😣

+ i would give my firstborn child to see the face Theo was making in that moment pffft

theo feels a wave a pure jealousy wash over him as he watches his friend take you in a way that theo could only dream of. he's gonna kill him

no one cares plus you are stupid, ✨ prove do seu veneno ✨

without really thinking, theo unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, his hard cock

ok i was not waiting for this but now i’m giggling like a maniac m, he’s so fucking pathetic jajsjsjsj i love him

— the mattheo parts, i have to say — i read them drooling because i can’t act properly when it comes to him, and you just write him so well that i don’t want anything more than to be fucked like a doll by him.

"my mate is a fucking idiot, missing out on all this." mattheo's words make theo's free hand curl into a fist, the desire to punch his friend overridden only by the pleasure he's feeling as he starts pumping his other hand faster.

TELL HIM BABY, jsjsjsjs mattheo is so good i love him

+ are you mad theo? :( FUCK OFF DESERVED, such a loser

he’s seen mattheo’s dick himself, it’s a goddamn fuck machine…

unfortunately i might need the proof :(

i love this one so much, i needed this revenge, i NEEDED IT to finally feel satisfied, and you did not disappoint as always. go to hell kira, this one had me drooling and kicking my feet 10/10 as always

the writing is immaculate

need us having a guy over and hooking up with him while sister’s bf!theo is there and he can hear. how would he react?

⋆౨ৎ sister’s bf!theo hears you fucking his bsf mattheo

nav // aus / sister’s bf!theo // more

well hi there. we’re fucking his bsf matty here, i hope you don’t mind 🤭 i’ve been waiting to write this for so long, and finally we’re getting to it, so buckle up !!

warnings: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbating (m), implied unprotected p in v, implied creampie, hair pulling, cursing, mentions of cheating

the sound of music coming from of your room is pretty much a habit at this point. theo isn’t surprised when he hears a faint sound of some chase atlantic song, chuckling to himself – god, you’re annoying with this band, much like his best friend, who always puts them on when he’s on aux duty. theo places his spare keys on the small vanity at the door – he’s come to wait for your sister, who had to run some errands this afternoon.

but as he walks further into the apartment, planning to make himself some coffee in the kitchen, he has to stop and listen closer. the music is suddenly not the only thing he can hear. his eyebrows knit together as he starts to distinguish… moans? he’s never heard you moaning like that before, that freely and loudly. whenever you were with him, under his mouth and fingers, your sounds were always low, stifled, always under threat of being exposed. now… you were unashamed and loud as hell.

despite himself, theo starts walking in the direction of your room. he can’t help being drawn there, and he curses quietly as he feels his cock starting to harden in his jeans – you sound that good. however, as he closes in, he hears something else, something that makes his frown deepen significantly. another set of moans and groans, male. there’s no fucking way.

surprisingly, or not, the door to your room is cracked open. of course, theo is a weak, weak man, and he has to know, has to confirm his assumptions. as he peers into the crack, he nearly chokes on air. there, on your bed, you’re in a very delicious position, ass up face down, your hands fisting the sheets as a guy pounds into you from behind, his fingers firmly digging into your hips. and not just any guy – theo’s very best friend, mattheo.

fucking chase atlantic. should’ve been a dead giveaway.

theo feels a wave a pure jealousy wash over him as he watches his friend take you in a way that theo could only dream of. he’s gonna kill him, he thinks – mattheo is fully aware of everything going on between you and theo, and still, he decided go against every single variation of bro code in existence… he almost groans aloud, having to bite his bottom lip to silence himself. the scene in front on him has no business being this hot.

without really thinking, theo unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, his hard cock eagerly springing out and already leaking at the tip. his hand closes around the base, his breathing turning shallow as he watches mattheo grab a fistful of your hair to pull your body up against his chest.

"you feel so fucking good, baby," he hears his friend growl into your ear, thrusting deeper and eliciting a sweet, high-pitched moan out of you. theo grits his teeth as his hand starts stroking his cock, the rage he feels towards mattheo mixing with his burning arousal. precum drips down his length, his fingers smearing it all over, and he has to be slower than he wants to be in order not to give himself away by the slick sounds of him jerking off.

"my mate is a fucking idiot, missing out on all this." mattheo’s words make theo’s free hand curl into a fist, the desire to punch his friend overridden only by the pleasure he’s feeling as he starts pumping his other hand faster. he knows mattheo is right – theo has been the one refusing to fuck you so far, because apparently that would be cheating on your sister, and him dry humping you into oblivion every chance he gets isn’t. but this realization doesn’t make it easier; it makes it harder, in more ways than one.

mattheo’s pace inside of you grows quicker, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and at this point, the entire apartment. theo’s lips part as he watches your body move along with his friend’s thrusts, your tits bouncing up and down and making his mouth go dry. his cock twitches in his hold, and he feels his orgasm inching closer and closer with every moan you let out.

"you close, baby?" he hears mattheo’s ragged whisper, and your frantic nod is almost all it takes to bring theo over the edge. he can’t believe himself – he’s jacking off to the sight of his best friend fucking you, and he’s about to witness you cum on his dick. no wonder you will, he’s seen mattheo’s dick himself, it’s a goddamn fuck machine…

when your whole body shakes, and your voice grows hoarse from the pleasured moan you let out at your orgasm, theo can’t hold himself back – he spills into his hand, bracing himself against the wall by leaning on his forearm. the sticky mess of his cum seeping through his fingers is a shameful reminder of what has just happened – he jerked himself off watching his best mate fuck you. god, was it really worth it? the post-nut clarity is strong, and it only gets worse when he witnesses mattheo not even thinking of pulling out when he cums. this fucking bastard…

theo decides for himself right that moment that he absolutely needs to fuck you, his pride be damned – not like he has much of it left anyway. and maybe punch mattheo a couple of times.

[hotties4gojo]

what pet names do you think that the jjk characters would use for their lovers 🥺🥺

uve unlocked a very specific demon in me with this cos the idea of them using pet names makes me feral i fear

ask and you shall receive 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo

satoru gojo:

• it’s a laundry list dawg

• the normal ones: sweets, sugar, angel, baby, pretty

• he doesn’t even call you by your name anymore. there’s always soooome sort of pet name he drops instead of your actual name. he overuses pretty, sugar, and sweets the most. cos he’s gotta let you know at every second that you’re pretty. PRETTY. pretty pretty pretty. sometimes attached ‘girl’ or ‘boy’ after pretty, ex: pretty girl pretty boy. sugar and sweets are cos you’re sweet like candyyyyy which makes you groan

• he uses baby regularly but he’s sure to use it when you’re annoyed with him cos he sings baby by justin bieber. satoru drops to his knees like ‘BABY BABY BABY OOOOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY NOOOOO LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOOOH THOUGHT YOU’D ALWAYS BE MINEEEE MINEEEEEE 😫’. you have to stop him when he gets to the ludacris verse

• the unserious ones: all of these are used to mess with you or embarrass you in front of others. pookie, pookie biscuit, snugglemuffin, babycakes, boo boo bear, sugar lips, toots, kitten, honey bunches of oats

suguru geto:

• 30% of the time he calls you by your name but the other 70% is a surprisingly long list of pet names

• angel, doll, beautiful, gorgeous, sweetheart, darling, pretty or pretty baby, sometimes babydoll

• ik a lot of people say he’d use ‘my love’ or ‘love’ but idkkkk i’m not feeling it for him 😣 even though he Is a romantic…

• angel doll and sweetheart are the main ones that he uses imo. he likes to put ‘my’ in front of angel with his possessive ass

• for fem!reader he uses princess, (‘my’) pretty girl, (‘my’) sweet girl… giggle giggle

toji fushiguro:

• eaaaaasy. cutie, sugar, doll for sure 😁🙂‍↕️

• cutie is used teasingly for the most part imo

• for fem!reader he uses princess too but also ma/mama. which i get Conflicted about sometimes but also im like… hehehehehe……… yeah he’d say that shit and I’d kick my feet a bit idk!

choso kamo:

• very romantic and cliché, almost corny pet names 😭😭

• lovely, my love, darling, bunny, sunshine, treasure are the ones he uses methinks. mainly lovely and darling

• again im kinda conflicted about my love… maybe i just don’t like that endearment now that i think about it???&42$ but anyways 40% of me thinks that he’d use ‘my love’ and the other 60% is like 🙅🏽‍♀️ naw

• he usually puts ‘my’ in front of treasure

shoko ieiri:

• ughhhtnwygbykdhwbrd now im rlly kicking my feet… writing about her in my nonexistent diary

• angel, princess (IM BUSTINGGGGG okay sorry), beautiful, pretty, cutie

• princess and angel are her #1’s 👆🏽 trust me

• just like toji, she uses cutie in a teasing way!! especially when you do something that she finds amusing/cute

• she refers to you as ‘the wife’ around others in a bit of a joking way. shoko’ll be like ‘gotta go, the wife’s at home and she’ll kill me if i’m not back at 6’ and ‘the wife wants me to go to the store’

yuki tsukumo:

• starts yowling like a cat in heat

• sorry

• princess 😣😣😣, bunny, pretty girl, sweet girl, angel, cutie, wifey

• it’s rare that she calls you by your name. it’s typically princess, bunny, wifey, and pretty girl with the others sprinkled in occasionally

• just like shoko she also does the ‘the wife’ thing around others when she’s referring to you :3 she’ll do it to your face too. like ‘whatever the wife wants, the wife gets 🙂‍↕️’

[karta-ri]

had a meltdown on twitter over jayvik aegyo……. matching icons be upon thee!

(feel free to use with credit ☺️💕 thank you for 100 followers!!! 🙏🏽)

[suzukiblu]

I love mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees, but I always forget just how I love it until you post a snippet and I get so excited to read it, giggling and kicking my feet. Thank you so much for writing it; it's a true joy to read ❤️

glad you're enjoying it, buddy, please enjoy the next like . . . entire week of it, lol.

I very much love the concept of that WIP, it's just SO fun to just be like "you know what comics are ridiculous and I'm gonna take them at their word about how ridiculous they are!!" and also, like, lbr, no matter how much CLARK might look like Bruce Wayne, clearly KON is way more the Brucie type than Clark is even capable of being, Clark is too Wife Guy(tm) to ever pull it off, hahaha. Kon could be standing directly between this reality's Bruce and this reality's Clark with wind-blown hair and every single casual observer alive would STILL see a baby!Brucie first.

[sc0tters]

Could Get Used To This | Kevin Fiala

summary: in a space full of chaos, sometimes all you need is a morning at the beach with your fiancé.

request: yes/no

warnings: nothing!

word count: 0.99k

authors note: we are back again with part two of the one shot wonder event! this was my first time writing for Kevin and I have to say it was nice to write something so soft and sweet even if it was so short!

You loved the sun. 

A day by the beach had always been your favourite way to kick off the summer and this year it was no different. You spent your morning lying on your towel, soaking up every bit of sunlight your skin could handle. 

But Kevin had other ideas for the both of you “liebling!” He whined feeling jealous of how your bikini got to hug your ass and your tits “yes love?” You looked up to see him now stood over you. 

He had just finished his swim so you were grateful that your sunglasses hid how your eyes drank in the sight of him. Droplets of water ran down his chiseled abs, and you couldn’t help but bite at your lip “good to know I still have it.” Kevin smirked sitting down on his towel next you yours. 

You sat up, rolling your eyes in the process “think this allows me to look at you from time to time.” You pointed to the engagement ring that you wore making him laugh in the process “please you were looking at me like that long before I proposed.” He shot back letting out an amused scoff. 

Your hand reached up to hold his “now what is it that you wanted?” You asked reminding him of the fact that he called you first.

He let out a soft ‘ah’ as his cheeks turned a shade of red “I wanted to see if you wanted to go home.” Kevin confessed letting his free hand fiddle with the strap of your bikini “give us a little more privacy.” There was a sultry sense in his tone that told you all that you really needed to hear. 

A smirk formed on your lips “seems like you’re the one who is obsessed with me.” You teased him leaning into his touch “you know I always am.” Kevin nodded getting up as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to everyone around you both. 

He held his hand out to help you up “and there won’t be a day that it’ll change.” Your heart throbbed as he wrapped your towel around your body before he threw his over his shoulder “should we go?” Kevin asked taking the beach bag into his hand before he used his free hand to lock it into yours. 

You nodded, slotting your feet into your flip-flops “lead the way.” You pressed a kiss against his shoulder, enjoying the last moments of listening to the waves crashing against the shore.

The walk to and from the beach was something that both of you always found so peaceful with it only being ten minutes. That was actually part of the whole appeal of your home when you bought it. 

It was the first place you had seen and the moment Kevin saw the grin on your face at how short the walk to the beach was. He knew that there was no better place for the two of you, and the offer was written and sent in that night. By the end of the week after, the place was yours. Now even after all these years, it still came with the same appeal that you both found in it the first time you saw it. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him race to the gate and then wait so he could let you into the backyard first “my gentleman.” You smiled pressing a kiss against his cheek as you took the bag back from him “thank you baby!” The moment you were in he went back to what he was planning on. 

Kevin had jumped into your pool first making you laugh as you set your bag on the ground “the water is perfect!” He called out throwing his hair back out of his eyes. 

Sometimes you never had to wonder what he would do if he retired, Kevin would happily be a child of the water forever if he could “let me get my feet in first.” You announced wanting to sit on the edge of the pool for a little bit. 

He nodded, watching your every move until you too took off your sunglasses “there’s my pretty wife.” Kevin smiled swimming over to settle between your legs “not for a few more months.” You corrected him as your wedding was three months away. 

But he waved you off “fine print details.” Kevin shook his head as he made you throw your head back with a laugh.

It was a sound he swore he’d never get tired of hearing as you grinned looking back at him “I love you.” Kevin announced placing his hands on the pools edge on either side of you. 

He did that so he could push up to kiss you. The kiss was sweet as he swore he would never get enough of you “I love you too.” Your voice was soft as you watched him settle back in the pool “and I also love you.” Kevin pressed a kiss against your stomach, it had been a few weeks since you found out you were pregnant. 

So at the moment this stayed just your little secret with him “now you coming in or do I have to force you in?” Kevin asked not even giving you a chance to respond as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in. 

Like clockwork your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your legs locked around his hips “Kevin!” You squealed scared as if he was going to drop you “I’ve got you schatz.” Kevin clicked his tongue before he kissed your temple. 

He was right the water was indeed perfect, his hands rested against your ass as he settled with both of you in the water “you are a little shit.” You let out a soft laugh before you shook your head. 

Kevin grinned pecking your lips once more “yeah and I’m your little shit.” He was right again, and you didn’t want to have it any other way. 

[hwonnrinji]

BBANGSAZ AS YOUR . . .

'' to my... sweet darling— '' " ahhh!! burn it!!! "

── • bbangsaz x you hcs (in diff aus too wow) no shipping tho

── • kim minji x f!reader x pham hanni , requested , divider creds: @/cafekitsune , mild language

── • lolol i want them so bad

── ♪ light – wave to earth , nonsense – sabrina carpenter , brb – kasper

💗 .NON!IDOL BBANGSAZ. ゜

GIRLFRIENDS!BBANGSAZ who always yap their butts off regardless if you're listening or not because they have each other to listen to. they're like 5 year olds laying on their stomachs on the ground, their feet kicking up in the air as they talk about the most randomest topics... like pizza for example.

GIRLFRIENDS!BBANGSAZ who argue on a daily basis that your ears and brain hurts. you suffer from PBADS (severe bbangsaz argument aftermath disease syndrome) with all the yelling and near fistfights all day.

^ GIRLFRIENDS!BBANGSAZ who will be wearing a get along shirt 24/7.

hanni: "this is stupid."

minji: "it's your fault."

hanni: "shut your bitch ass up!"

you: "language!"

GIRLFRIENDS!BBANGSAZ who always put on a show (with dj haerin and dahye as background dancers) just for you to do something for/with them.

"music... cue!" hanni and minji both instructed haerin who was in charge of the music, their hands shaking in the air like cheerleaders with pom-poms. hanni starts off the song, her hands moving to her heart dramatically, her fingers clutching onto her shirt. "you are my sea, you are my sunshine. the stars, the moon," hanni's voice began to fade as she stepped aside for minji.

"there is a light," minji continues on. "not far away from us, from us," they both started harmonizing at the last part. hyein and danielle were doing some sort of an interpretative dance in the back, springing around like grasshoppers.you weren't impressed by their vocals, but more so on how much they're getting along at the current moment.

"fine, fine, i'll do it. i'll play league with you guys." you put up your hands in surrender. hanni looks ecstatic as she jumps around, her hands grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss, while minji looks totally devasted and confused.

"hey, that's not what we agreed to!"

"sucks to be you, loser!"

GIRLFRIENDS!BBANGSAZ whose love language is acts of service (m) and physical touch (h). minji will tie your shoes whenever it's loose, or hold open the door for you, or take care of you when you're sick. hanni will always have a hand in yours, an arm around your waist, or her head on your shoulder.

GIRLFRIENDS!BBANGSAZ who makes everything a competition. whether it be who can get you a snack first or who can build you a house in minecraft the fastest. but you love the way they love you anyway, so it's all fine.

✎ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

🎤 .IDOL!BBANGSAZ. ゜

IDOLS!BBANGSAZ who write songs dedicated to you (much to the other members' dismay).

IDOLS!BBANGSAZ who absolutely hate going out with you while wearing disguises because they want it to be just normal.

IDOLS!BBANGSAZ who often gets shipped with other idols/have dating rumors so they address it, asking for the rumors to stop and have to reassure you about it.

IDOLS!BBANGSAZ who sends you edits of themselves and spam it in the gc trying to make you fall for them harder.

IDOLS!BBANGSAZ who talks about you subtlety on their lives while you're right next to them. you occasionally let out a little giggle or whisper, making the chat ask who it is. they ignore it, of course.

"we were hanging out with our girl... friend yesterday. our friend who is a girl. and she got us the cutest ring ever!" hanni holds up her hand to show a ring on her ring finger of all fingers. minji nods and shows the same ring on her own hand. you were sitting behind the phone, a small giggle escaping your lips when they began to pose with the rings.

user01: who was that

user02: was that your friend???

user03: lolol that's prob the gf they're talking abt

IDOLS!BBANGSAZ who are your famous secret girlfriends.

✎ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

🌃 .SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ. ゜

SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ who always go to you whenever they're injured, claiming you're better than the hospital who might stick a needle in them. hanni will be whining for you to take care of her first when you're dealing with minji, and minji will be throwing a fit whenever you switch to take care of hanni.

hanni: "take care of me first!"

you: "jeez... okay..."

minji: "no! me first!"

SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ who will stop by your work to greet you or bring you your lunch if you forgot it at home.

SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ who team up and make some grand gesture for you that makes the news. for example, 'be our valentine's?' written by minji using spider webs, and signing it off with a cat and a spider.

SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ who abuse their powers just to impress you or to one up another.

you yelped as you felt somebody teleport and pull you into a hug from behind. even if you knew it was hanni, it still didn't fail to scare you. "oh my god, hanni, you scared me." she only chuckles and starts peppering your neck with kisses, her fingers digging into the your stomach. you tilt your head to give her better access, enjoying the way her lips were traveling around your neck and shoulder. until a sudden force tugs you away from hanni into the arms of minji, her hands resting on the small of your back as she sticks a mocking tongue at hanni. "both of you stop manhandling me."

SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ who hates dealing with villains when they have a date planned with you, so they try to get it over as soon as possible, even asking to reschedule the fight everybody expects (surprisingly the villain agrees because they have their own partner at home)

SUPERHERO!BBANGSAZ who make you worry to your core if they come home way more injured than usual, or don't come home until late. but you're just relieved that they're alive and breathing. they may be the city's greatest protectors but they're still your girlfriends.

✎ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

✉️ .EXES!BBANGSAZ. ゜

EXES!BBANGSAZ who would argue with you over the dumbest reasons, leading to the breakup. it can be talking to another person for too long or not answering the phone when called multiple times, or paying more attention to the other.

EXES!BBANGSAZ who once serenaded you through your window only to have it shut on them after the song ended.

EXES!BBANGSAZ who tries to win you back with handwritten letters and desperate 'i miss you' texts late at night.

hanni (DO NOT RESPOND!!): we miss you.

hanni (DO NOT RESPOND!!): please hear us out.

hanni (DO NOT RESPOND!!): you know we love you. we didn't mean what we said.

to: my pretty girl, yn

from: kim minji

yn, love, i know our fight was unreasonable and we shouldn't have ever lashed out at you like that. please unblock us and call us back. we just worry about you and we care about you deeply. baby, please. we'll give up the world just for you to even look at us. text us. please. :(

EXES!BBANGSAZ who always ask your friends on how you're doing, and you hate how your friends will always tell them. hanni will always ask danielle because that girl can't lie and ignore for her life, while minji asks haerin with a promise of getting her food. hyein will tell them no matter what.

EXES!BBANGSAZ who try to woo you with your favorite things like coffee or snacks. you take it but then turn around on them after. if it's a big meal that they got you, you'll share with your friends.

EXES!BBANGSAZ who finally got you to listen and became yours again.

✎ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

❤️‍🩹 .TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ. ゜— one suggestive

TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ who you know is high-key toxic and isn't good for you but you keep coming back due to how gentle they coo and convince you that they're everything you need and kiss you after breaking your heart.

"no, yn, you were just... imagining things. i wasn't talking to any girl at all that night." you knew she was lying, but the way she was cradling your face and how soft her voice sounded made you think otherwise. she grins once she sees you melt into her, your walls coming down and trusting her again, and she leans down to place a sweet kiss full of lies on your lips. she breaks your heart again the next day when you wake up with an empty bed and a post from minji about her 1 month that you had no idea of.

you go back to hanni after the encounter with minji that you swore was never meant to happen. with a poorly suppressed wicked grin, she takes you in immediately and starts love bombing you, her honey voice combined with sweet words did a number to your brain. "i can treat you better, isn't that right, beautiful?" her words like a spell, going in one ear and out the other, but a bit stays. a bit that makes you want to believe she actually loves you. you see her with another girl a week later.

TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ who flirts with you whenever you are alone with them, two voices in both of your ears saying promising words that makes you almost believe it, but then stop when other girls come by and openly flirt with them instead.

TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ who, contrary to their gentle voices, are rough with you, leaving you with marks and scratches that lasts for months after hook-ups that you swore to never give in to again.

TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ whose favorite activity is to love bomb you then ghost you the next day.

TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ who gets confused when you start posting yourself more and stop responding to them. they're spamming you, asking why you're not responding just get blocked. they both stare at your photos all day together, thinking of how vulnerable and naive you used to be, but now you're all about self-care and... it makes them... miss you.

TOXIC!SITUATIONSHIP!BBANGSAZ who returns back in your life, asking and pleading for you and them to be permanent. you were hesitant at first, your friends telling you no, but minji and hanni keeps insisting so you give in. safe to say you were disappointed again when they end up drunk at a party and accidentally hook up with other girls.

hehehe @cassiespoiler @ninguitar @lararajjj @saysirhc

[unhingedpolycule]

Pripyat

“It’s radiant.” Nikodim kicked his feet, hitting the wet gravel in the process. “Can’t blame you for liking it.” Snotty. Sometimes he forgot how young the boy really was.

Not keen to answer, Andréy bought some time by biting the tip of his cigarette, staring holes into the somber night sky. His bones were already black from all the lies he had told the kid during those past few weeks and he was tired. You would think that it got easier after a certain time.

Finally, he grimaced and let the wet paper cylinder go, lowering it to rest his gloved hand on his own thigh.

“Don’t like it.” He grunted. Despite the jacket which they had placed on the crumbling stone slab, he could feel the dampness seeping through his pants. Something in him wanted to set them on fire. “And radiant my ass. The only way it’s radiant is like an atom.” The boy spared him a glance. Asking for an explanation he didn’t feel like providing. He still did. “Melts the skin right off your bones. That bastard’s my Chernobyl.”

The kid averted his eyes. It was better this way. If Sebastian was his Chernobyl, Nikodim was his Pripyat.

(Excerpt of a fanfic I will never write)

[dgaftilwedie]

anything you can do, i can do better (thagyu)

here's another fic teehee... this took me like, three days to write and i am so proud of how it turned out?? fic is already up on my ao3 (@kittieglitter i will keep tagging this sorry not sorry HEHEHE) absolutely ginormous shoutout to my amazing bff kyle (@toysrguts) for helping me <3

contains: 18+ content (MINORS DNI BARKBARKBARK), domgyu AGAIN, thanos getting his ass obliterated, light bondage, light dom/sub dynamic, thanos abusing substances, drinking, choking, scratching, biting, dirty talk, praise and degradation at the same time, hair pulling, humiliation, rough oral, rough sex, thanos being absolutely PATHETIC, and namgyu being in love with his best friend

“Stop being such a cunt,” Namgyu snorted, spinning around the whiskey in his glass. His feet were kicked up on a black leather footrest. His work shoes were getting dirt on the surface but he couldn’t care. He leaned back on a matching black leather armchair and watched as Thanos slammed down another shot of something hard. There was a mischievous gleam in the purpled-haired man’s eyes that Namgyu barely caught.

They were in one of Club Pentagon’s VIP rooms. Namgyu got fancy perks because he was an employee and could get into the rooms for free, which was a service that Thanos abused a lot. Between the two men was a glass coffee table surrounded by other chairs and benches. Thanos sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, flipping a straw between his fingers. A neat line of coke was on the glass in front of him.

“What, Namsu?” 

“That. Stop fuckin’ calling me Namsu.”

Namgyu could feel his eyes rolling back into his skull. This wasn’t the first time he had to correct Thanos on his name, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The two of them had been friends for years, fucked one too many times, and Thanos still couldn’t get his name right. Namgyu wasn’t sure why it was pissing him off so much that night, but it was. Maybe it was stress, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the fact that he was sober and didn’t want to be.

He watched as Thanos leaned forward, his blue eyes staring into Namgyu’s brown ones. The younger man watched the line disappear up his partner’s nose. His eyebrows cocked before going back to their neutral state - a faint warning that danger was afoot.

“Why should I? It’s cute.” Thanos let out a stupid giggle, one that irked Namgyu to his core. Thanos’s playfulness was usually something that he looked forward to but it was getting under his skin instead.

“It’s pissing me off, man,” he huffed, running his ringed fingers through his slicked-back hair. His head flopped back against the chair and a sigh left his parted lips. Thanos laughed again - cackled, really - before leaning his back against one of the many seats in the VIP room. Namgyu took a swig of his neglected whiskey, revelling in the way it burned like it was his only release.

“Aww, my poor Namsu,” Thanos said with a menacing grin. Namgyu could tell he was trying to get on his nerves. The way he kept giggling to himself over it… His dark eyes glared at Thanos, irritated. Unfortunately, he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Namgyu kicked his feet off of the foot rest, legs spreading in front of him.

“If you don’t cut the shit…” Namgyu’s voice deepened. Whatever he was holding back was itching to break free. It was all threat, almost a growl as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, gold chain necklace dangling away from his tan skin. “I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.”

The mischievous gleam in Thanos’s eyes sparkled like glitter under a flashlight. Namgyu had never been the one to take charge in whatever kind of relationship they had. To be frank, he was usually the one getting fucked, not doing the fucking. Thanos had been yearning in quiet for this moment. He smirked, just barely, chewing on his tongue. 

“That’s what I-”

“Is that a promise, Namsu?” Thanos looked up at Namgyu through his eyelashes, batting them like he hadn’t done anything wrong. Namgyu’s eye twitched as he let out a chuckle in sheer disbelief. Thanos threw his arms up, feigning a wordless apology. He watched as Namgyu stood up slowly, walking around the table, and then just standing there, staring down at him. Namgyu bent down, grabbing ahold of the collar of Thanos’s t-shirt and hoisting him to his feet with it. 

“Come on, Namgyu, I was just fucking with you!” Thanos exclaimed, trying to hide the fact that he was already getting hard. Namgyu could see through his rouse easily. He was never a good liar.

“You’re a fucking slut, you know that?” Namgyu’s eyes were dark, half-full of rage, half-full of lust. He let go of Thanos’s collar to undo the black belt that held up his pants. His whole outfit was black - the button-up shirt, the dress pants, the shoes - everything except for the chain on his neck and the tattoos on his arms. He made quick work of his belt, grabbing Thanos’s wrists and hastily tying them together.

“Never seen you be this forward, Namsu,” he laughed, immediately silenced by a rough tug on his wrists.

“You speak when spoken to. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of those pretty lips til I say you can talk, got it?” Namgyu tugged on the belt again, never breaking eye contact with Thanos. He watched as he nodded his head, dopey smirk still on his face.

“Good. Get on your fuckin’ knees.” 

Namgyu leaned into the chair that was closest to Thanos, pulling his pants and boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring out. He spread his legs, leading Thanos in between them with another tug of his wrists. He stared up at Namgyu with a pathetic look on his face. He was ready to be ravaged. Fuck, how he’d yearned for the day this happened. Now that it was in front of him, poor Thanos was getting a little nervous.

“Come on, Subong. Be a good boy and suck me off,” Namgyu huffed. Thanos nearly choked on his saliva. He swallowed hard, resting a cheek on Namgyu’s thigh. Another tug on the belt had his mouth wide open. Namgyu let out a snicker, grabbing a tuft of his purple hair and forcing his cock into his mouth. “You’re gonna take it like a slut since you wanted it so fucking bad.”

Namgyu used Thanos’s hair to guide his movements, fucking his mouth like it was a fleshlight. He let the older man’s wrists drop in between his legs. His movements were sharp, harsh but precise. He pulled Thanos's head back, lips popping off of his tip with a wet smack. Namgyu chuckled, using his other hand to slap Thanos’s mouth with his dick.

“Keep your mouth open. Go on, catch it.” Thanos stared up at him before his jaw fell open. Namgyu was treating him like a toy - he was getting used, and enjoying every minute of the humiliation. Namgyu’s fingers ghosted over Thanos’s cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. He fell into a rhythm quick enough, yanking at the man’s hair with every motion. He pulled Thanos back, his dick popping out of his mouth again. “Takin’ me like a good little whore,” Namgyu growled before slamming his cock as far down Thanos’s throat as it would go. He chuckled as he heard (and felt) him gag.

Thanos’s eyes met Namgyu’s again, lips wrapped around his cock - a sight for sore eyes. He slightly loosened his grip on Thanos’s hair. Letting out a barely noticeable whimper, his teeth met his lip and his eyelids fluttered. It was a tell-tale sign he was getting close. With the newfound kind-of-freedom, Thanos pulled off of his cock. “You sure you want me to keep going?” 

Namgyu’s fingers tightened, forcing his dick back into Thanos’s mouth. “You know the rules,” he said, gasping as his friend’s tongue ran over his tip. Thanos hummed and shrugged as best he could. Namgyu pressed a hand to his mouth, pretty whimpers dying in his palm as Thanos worked his magic. He knew if he didn’t stop him soon, he was going to cum, and he didn’t want that - he had to have his way with him, had to teach Thanos a fucking lesson.

“Fuck, ok.” Namgyu pulled Thanos’s head back, groaning as he felt his orgasm fade away. His cock twitched against his lips. Thanos rocked back and sat on his knees, watching Namgyu catch his breath with a stunning amount of obedience. The younger man leaned forward and undid his belt from around his wrists before reaching over the table and grabbing his whiskey. He finished what was left in the glass with a single swig, placing it on the glass table with a clink. 

“Take it off.” He gestured at Thanos, head to toe to head again. He listened silently, throwing his t-shirt over his head. He glimmered in the dim light of the room. The outline of his limbs glowed amber, highlighting the faint muscles on his arms. His nipples were pierced with silver bars and there was a tattoo on the soft chub of his stomach. Namgyu couldn’t make out the words but he could see a pistol. Thanos’s eyes found Namgyu as he gripped the waist of his cargo shorts in the most sultry way possible. The younger man bit his lips, scanning his body - the way his tummy peaked out over his waistline, the way the fabric lifted over his bulge; it was like a treat. Thanos’s shorts hit the floor hastily, cock springing out the second it could. He was achingly hard, tip pink and leaking drips of pre-cum onto the floor.

“Good boy. Now bend yourself over the table,” Namgyu snickered. There was faint embarrassment in Thanos’s eyes. That was something you don’t see every day… But he listened. Namgyu ran a cold hand down Thanos’s back, tracing his tattoos with his fingers before settling on the meat of his thigh. He reached behind him, fiddling with a storage compartment in the chair for a bottle of lube. Oh, how he loved knowing this club like the back of his hand. 

“Looks like you took care of all the hard work for me, huh? Did you plan this?” 

“Maybe.”

Namgyu chuckled, rolling his eyes. Of course Thanos would’ve planned this. This was Thanos he was talking about… Probably picked his most stressful day of the week to harass him into dicking him down. He squirted the lube into his hands, taking the opportunity to jerk himself off. Seeing his best friend bent over in front of him like this had him taking a mental screenshot for the spank bank. 

“Gonna take me so fucking good, aren’t you?” Namgyu lined himself up with Thanos’s asshole, feeling the older man shudder at his touch. “Gonna fit me like a glove.”

Thanos let out a deep, shaky breath, looking over his shoulder at Namgyu. He was practically drooling over him. His brown eyes were crazed and eager, cock leaking as he ran his tip across his hole. “Say it,” he blurted out. “Tell me how bad you fucking want it.”

“Namgyu,” Thanos whined. “Come on.”

“Tell me how bad you want it, slut,” Namgyu repeated, nails digging into Thanos’s thigh. He wasn’t going to move an inch until he heard him begging for it. Namgyu could barely think straight. He was running off of the thrill of the chase, every groan and grunt from Thanos adding fueling to the fire. He needed this - probably more than Thanos did.

“Please fuck me, Namgyu. Don’t make me say it again.” Thanos was cringing as the words left his mouth - not that he wasn’t enjoying himself, but it wasn’t often that he was put in this position. He was just a little embarrassed. Namgyu pressed his tip up against Thanos again. 

“I need it, man. Need you to fuck me bad,” he mumbled. 

“Yeah you fuckin’ do.” Namgyu exhaled harshly through his nose. His dick entered Thanos faster than either of them expected, eliciting blissful moans from both men. Thanos’s face was pressed against the cool surface of the table, right next to his used straw and empty shot glass. Namgyu grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it, forcing his back to arch. His other hand ghosted up his body and latched around the back of his neck, nails digging moon-shaped curves into the skin next to his tattoo. Namgyu pulled back and then slowly thrusted into him, sighing at the warmth and the tightness.

His hips bucked again, harder this time, tip kissing Thanos’s prostate. He bit down on his lip hard. Another rough thrust threatened his silence, and another one made him break it with a muffled “oh, fuck”. Namgyu’s pace was brutal, every movement rhythmic but unrestrained. Namgyu filled the room with whimpers and whines and mumbles about how fucking tight Thanos was, how good he was taking him. The way Namgyu was fucking into him had him seeing stars. He was pretty sure the glass beneath his face was going to crack from the pressure. Thanos’s dick twitched with every word his best friend uttered. 

“Not so fuckin’ tough now, are you?” Namgyu laughed, giving another harsh tug to Thanos’s hair. He grunted, breathing through his teeth. “Lemme hear those pretty noises, slut.”

Thanos let out another choked, breathy moan which he silenced immediately. Namgyu let go of his hair, smoothing out the rustled roots as he ran his hand down Thanos’s back. He grabbed onto his waist, rings digging into his flesh. He leaned down and his lips brushed Thanos’s ear.

“I’m telling you to speak, bitch. You speak when fucking spoken to.”

Thanos couldn’t tell if it was the substances in his system or the sheer amount of control Namgyu had over him at that moment, but he let out a stupidly pathetic whine, leaning backwards to meet Namgyu’s thrust. Namgyu wasn’t sure if he caught it at first; the moment he did, he made it his mission to have Thanos sound like that all the time. 

“Tryna fuck yourself on my cock, huh?” Namgyu rasped, slowing his movements to a standstill. Thanos huffed, looking over his shoulder with puppy dog eyes. Namgyu’s hand was glued to the back of his neck, limiting his range of motion, but not enough to stop him from shooting a look of desperation towards the younger man. “Go on,” he laughed. “Since you just can’t wait.”

“You’re such an ass,” Thanos said with a groan. He was so far gone he couldn’t protest any further, grinding his ass into Namgyu’s cock. 

“That’s it, keep going.” Namgyu had a smile plastered on his face and he knew Thanos could hear it in his voice. The older man whined as he weakly bucked into Namgyu. Without warning, his hands grabbed Thanos by the waist and he fucked into him at record speed. He let out a laugh as a string of garbled expletives left Thanos’s parted lips. “You really thought? Thought I was gonna let you take charge for even a second?” Namgyu snorted. “No, you’re my bitch tonight.”

If his pace before was brutal, his pace now was murderous. His grip on Thanos was going to leave bruises - both of them knew it, neither of them cared. The more marks the better. Namgyu would be covering Thanos in hickies if it weren’t for how deep he was buried into him. 

“You’re gonna fucking-” Thanos started, cutting himself off with a moan. 

“I’m gonna fucking… what? Use your words.��� A hand left Thanos’s waist, hovering over his ass. 

“Gonna fucking make me cum,” Thanos mumbled. He was sure his cheeks were bright red, but the lighting was warm; it would hide it. Namgyu hummed, deciding against leaving a handprint on his ass, instead reaching his hand between Thanos’s legs. The sudden contact of Namgyu’s thumb running over his tip forced another pitiful whimper out of his mouth. 

“Been such a good boy for me, haven’t you?” Namgyu giggled, pressing his lips to Thanos’s shoulder. He pumped his cock at a mindlessly slow pace - a stark contrast to the roughness of his cock slamming into Thanos’s prostate. “Wanna hear you say it…” Namgyu’s voice faded into a whisper as he could feel himself right on the edge. 

“So good, been such a good boy for you, Nam.” Thanos’s words slurred together. The only thought in his mind was how good everything felt. All of the control was out of his hands. Whatever happened was all Namgyu’s doing. He could feel the pleasure building in his core; a sweet, electric heat that amplified every one of Namgyu’s motions. “So close,” Thanos hummed, barely realizing the words had left his mouth.

“Fuck, me too.” Namgyu buried his face in Thanos’s neck, peppering a trail of kisses to the sweet spot on the side. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”

“Please.”

“That’s a good fucking slut,” Namgyu moaned, thrusts becoming sporadic. The roughness didn’t change but his flow was breaking as the warmth of his orgasm started to envelope him. He didn’t bother telling Thanos - he’d seen him cum enough to know when it’s happening. A feeling of bliss washed over him, all warm and tantalizingly addictive. He let out an exasperated moan into Thanos’s ear, and it was enough to send him over the edge. His hips bucked into Namgyu’s shaking hand, a soft, airy moan spilling from his lips. His cum was going to leave a stain on the carpet but that didn’t matter to him. The only thing that mattered was the delicious feeling of ecstasy overwhelming his senses.

Bathing in the afterglow of their orgasms, Namgyu rested his face in between Thanos’s shoulders, breaths stuttering as he exhaled. His hands moved to sit on the older man’s waist - this time, his touch was gentle. He pulled out slowly and watched as his cum dripped out of Thanos’s asshole. He had to look away or else he knew he’d pop another boner way faster than he wanted to.

“That was…” Thanos started, letting out a breath in astonishment. “Damn.” 

Namgyu smirked. He was way too proud of himself. “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, cleaning off his dick before tucking himself back into his pants. He helped Thanos up, even if he didn’t need it, and ran his fingers through his silky purple hair. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you, honestly,” Thanos chortled, letting Namgyu clean him up. He pulled up his shorts and boxers, leaving his t-shirt discarded on the floor. Namgyu poked his stomach in between the lines of his tattoo.

“Told you I could do it just as good as you could.” Namgyu’s nose was turned up at him. Thanos threw his arm around him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his temple. 

“You should do that more often.”

“Ask next time. Don’t piss me off.”

“Whatever,” Thanos laughed, rolling his eyes playfully. Namgyu looked up at him and smirked. He may have been an asshole who couldn’t remember his name for shit, but that was his asshole. Deep down, he knew he loved him, he just wasn’t sure how to tell him. That, however, was a conversation for another day. For now, it was “what overpriced item do we order after wo rking up an appetite while fucking raw in the VIP room of a richy-bitch club?”.

[gardenofnoah]

like real people do

for @medusashima's rise of the dead collab. i blacked out and wrote this in like 4 hours because something about a fucked up prompt speaks to the grimy little freak that scratches around in my skull

wc: 1.8k ish. tags: MDNI, dark content, zombie!au, death. angst no comfort (unless you think cannibalism is comforting, i don't know your life), blood, graphic depiction of infection/injury, gn reader. read at your own risk thx love u

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a virus of unknown origin. researchers hypothesize that it was a spillover transmission event—the wrong rat stumbled across the wrong person at just the right time. some new, distant cousin of the rabies virus, with unexpected symptoms—most notably, the consumption of uninfected people by the infected. some suspected this was due to the genetic make up of the virus itself—it seemed to be fine tuned for longevity, and targeted specific motor functions controlled by the certain portions of the brain. this, combined with the rare psychosis symptom reported to be associated with rabies, may cause an uncontrollable compulsion to spread the infection, or, as others postulated, could convince the brain that uninfected bodies were a remedy for its suffering. 

at least that was the hypothesis, when the researchers were alive to articulate it. 

with the authoritative voice of science effectively silenced, there was more than enough room for conspiracy theories and hysteria to wiggle in and take hold. it was around that time that the media began to circulate the "zombie" rhetoric, and with no scientific name or official explanation (or government sanctioned placation) in place, an official zombie outbreak took shape. the violence that followed was as deadly as the outbreak itself, and served as another painfully efficient route of transmission. whoever lived through the war in the street died of the virus shortly thereafter. there'd been doomsday folks to warn of the end of times for as long as there'd been a time to be alive in. it was strange, then, when they'd fallen silent too. 

you and kento had joined in with a ragtag group of strangers early on—with strength in numbers, you successfully isolated yourself in an old, abandoned cabin in the woods a few miles south of town. you got lucky enough to have a few in your group that some construction experience—before you knew it, you had a fairly well reinforced fortress, where you could continue your game of chicken with death. from there, you could ignore the fact that fewer and fewer of your newfound troop came back with each expedition for food and supplies. 

there were books to read there, and if you let yourself, you could even find some joy in cooking meals with whatever kento could find in the pantry. he'd wake you up between moth-bitten sheets with breathless kisses, the two of you just grateful to have the opportunity of another day together. when he dragged you out of bed and twirled you around the creaky floorboards, you could pretend the apocalypse outside of your fenced in oasis was little more than a scary story. sprawled across his chest in the afterglow of some indulgence far removed from your reality, you could ignore the way death lingered on the outskirts of your camp. 

you could ignore it, until it was your turn to fetch the necessities. 

it was fine until it wasn't, as most things tended to be. you'd located a gas station that your group had missed on previous trips—a little farther out, but with how remote it was, it wasn't likely that it had been completely ransacked. if nothing else, you could figure out how to siphon any gas left in the tanks, and hope it was enough to get the old work truck left in front of your fortress running again. if you were mobile, your chances of survival would raise exponentially.

you'd tried to jimmy the door open with your shoulder as quietly as possible, but time and neglect had caused the wood frame to swell and distort around the metal. you grit your teeth when kento put a boot to the door. splinters of wood and glass shards flew as the scrape of metal rattled your bones. for a sickening moment, all was silent. and then you heard the screeching, and the dragging of rotting limbs against asphalt. 

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"fuck, fuck," you grit through your teeth, arms looped under his armpits as you drag him behind the checkout counter and into the first open door with the latch still intact. a storage closet, apparently.

you set him down for a moment, and it's—really, really not good. there's a deep laceration in his slide from a particularly nasty piece of glass. it's nearly eviscerated him.

you don't have the opportunity to fully process what that might mean—all at once, it feels like someone has lit your hand on fire. when you look down, you see a perfect outline of human teeth across the back of your hand. 

you reel back from kento. "oh fuck."

you have no idea what to do, looking around wildly as if the storage closet holds the answers to this god forsaken outbreak. and it might, you realize, when you spot an extension cord, coiled up on one of the shelves.

before you can even make sense of your own actions, you're tying one end of the cord to an exposed pipe sticking out of the brick wall, and the other around your neck. like this, your range of motion is just limited enough to keep you away from the door, and away from kento. 

but in your haste, you haven't packed his wound. he's going to bleed out at your feet. if you untie yourself, you're probably going to eat him. he's dead either way.

as if he senses your realization, he meets your eyes for the first time.

"where?" he rasps.

it's a moment before you can find your voice. "my hand."

he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. "i'm so sorry, my love."

"why are you sorry?"

"it's my fault," he's too quiet, and far too uncertain to match the kento that's carried you through the last year of this outbreak, "i drew them to us."

you shake your head, but you're silent. wanting so badly to find the right words, and having a hard time getting your brain to catch up to the current moment. he was upright and steadfast, and now he's staining the tile beneath him. all in the matter of a few seconds.

"you need to untie yourself, love."

"no." you say firmly, barely giving it a second thought.

“you’re just going to watch me rot until you starve to death?” he laughs harshly, choking on it—sputtering a little. he takes a deep breath and he, despite you mentally willing him to stop, continues. 

“no,” he rasps, letting his eyes close, “don’t do that. you can have me—it’s okay.” 

“stop,” it leaves you with a groan, squeezing your own eyes shut and shaking your head, as if you could dislodge his words, “stop—” 

“this won’t end with you and i,” you hear him reach for you, limp arm dragging across the floor. he falls short—you can't bring yourself to meet him halfway, even if you had the range of motion to do it. “you know that, don’t you? locking yourself in here won’t change that.” 

and he just keeps talking, keeps prying open the wound you can’t see. "i just want you to make it out, my love. in case they can find a cure."

you can’t answer him. you want to laugh in his face, you want to scream at him and shake him. but you can't do anything—can't even tell him that you don't want to make it out without him, because when you look down at your hand again, you find that the tissue surrounding the bite has turned necrotic far too quickly—as if you were watching yourself rot, sped up or on loop. you know what comes next. 

you know you’re out of time.

the burn radiates up to your neck. your vision blurs a bit with the pain, and then with hot tears as it hits you—these are the final moments of your life. you wonder what you ever did to deserve to watch the love of your life bleed out in front of you. what could have been so bad, to then be forced to desecrate his corpse.  

“ken,” you choke, curling in on yourself, chin dropping to your chest. it’s an animal attempt at self-soothing—like a house cat that knows the end is here, you feel the instinct to isolate—to protect the others around you—even now. you are reduced to only primal senses: fear, grief, love. the need to survive. to ensure the survival of those you love, even in the final moments.

he’s fading just as quickly, but he’s stubborn. 

“c’mere my love,” he slurs, blinking slow, “it’s alright.” 

against all of your fleeting senses, you find yourself unraveling the cord from around your neck. if you looked down, you’d see that your arm is now blackened to the elbow. 

some part of you already knows, though, so you don’t bother. 

you’re focused on his face, through your tears—the blue eyes that hold yours despite the puddle of blood that you now crawl through. the smell is nauseating, but so is everything else about this—you feel it soak through your tattered jeans as you pull yourself toward him on your three remaining limbs. 

you stop when you’re over top of him, breathing heavy and dripping tears and drool onto his face. he doesn’t mind, and you’re not sure he can even feel it anymore with the way he’s looking at you like nothing about this is abnormal. 

“ken,” whispered, because one last secret between you is a luxury you feel entitled to, “i’m afraid.” 

“i know, my love,” there’s a soft smile on his face that wraps around your heart like barbed wire, “one more kiss? before we meet again.” 

“are you fucking crazy—” 

“please,” he croaks, and you see the fear mirrored on his face for the first time, “please. just one.”

you shake your head stubbornly and yet you reach for him, hands on both sides of his face. you ignore the way you see every one of your veins in your periphery, bold and darkened with decay, pulsing and searing as they trail up your shoulder. with the way you feel it creep up the side of your face, you imagine you have only a minute at most before the virus reaches your brain. 

“i love you,” he breathes against your lips, and you can taste it on your tongue—his love and his leaving, all in three words. if you were a better person, you’d let him go peacefully. 

you think you can feel it, then, when it hits your brain stem. latching on to every nerve, every synapse—choking the life—the willpower— out of you, one cell at a time. 

“please,” he rasps, and you don’t know if he’s begging for you to let him go, or if he's pleading with someone else, now. 

you don’t let yourself deliberate. you drag your lips down his jaw, vision spotty. you hover over the faint pulse of his jugular, hyper aware of how hard his body is fighting to keep him alive right now. feeling the fluttering of arteries, fighting to find something to circulate through themselves.

for a reason you hope you won’t have to justify if there is an afterlife, you open your mouth—whisper one last apologetic declaration of love against his skin—and you bite down. 

you bite until teeth touch teeth again. sinew shreds underneath, and you let it flood your mouth. you hear it when it starts—the death rattle, deep in his chest—and rip yourself away with a piece of him and squelch that should make your stomach turn, but doesn’t. 

he loved me, you think, forcing yourself to swallow. feeling him slide down your throat in some sort of sick last rite—an act of closure that suddenly feels fitting as he struggles to suck down one last breath. he loved me.

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[mediumgayitalian]

“My mom is playing at Radio City.”

Nico blinks, holding out Will’s patched backpack. “I know.” He shakes it slightly. A scrap of green fabric peels off the side, fluttering to the grass. The torn threads underneath are pink. Huh. “Thus me being here, at dawn, even though it took me nineteen alarms to crawl out of bed in time.”

“Twenty,” Will corrects, grinning, “if you count me.”

“I do not count your infernal harmonica, no.”

He does not take the bag, even though Nico holds it out to him again; only looking at it, humming. Rocking back on his heels, flip-flops worn so thin he must feel every speck of dirt, every tiny pebble, every blade of grass, every fallen pine needle. Nails chipped with blue glitter paint.

“I bought you a ticket.”

Nico whips his head up.

“Or, well, you know. ‘Bought’. I didn’t really buy my ticket, either, even though that would be kind of funny, wouldn’t it? Using Ma’s money to buy a ticket to her show. Ha.” Rock rock rock. Rock. Fidget, nails on palm. Rock. “But, um. Yeah. Told her I needed two tickets and she got them.” He glances up, now, eyes pretty dawn blue and hopefully wide, sungold eyelashes fluttering, framing. “If you want to come? Maybe.”

Nico’s mouth dries, or it is dry, or it has been. Dried up at some point in time. He’s not sure when. Before the asking, maybe. Bright ringlets in burgeoning sunlight. Twisting, shaking hands. Wide grin. Or an off-key harmonica before the stars went out, even. Or big rough hands and nudging shoulders. Swinging Southern drawl and a tapping foot, arched eyebrow.

There’s a track in there somewhere. Point.

“It’s a little last minute,” he manages, finally, if four piece cracks can be considered managing. Three? Two continuous, maybe, one big break in the middle. “It’s.” He gestures, vaguely, and the charms on the backpack’s zipper chime gently. “You know. Day of, all that.”

Will inclines his head.

He still does not take the backpack.

The sun inches higher into the sky, and a beat-to-shit Toyota turns a bend down the road.

“You’re goddamn lucky I have no plans,” Nico grumbles, even though he does, and Will beams, painfully brightly; blistering, really, blinding, hastily Nico swings the backpack over his shoulders and wishes he’d thought of his sunglasses.

“Lucky I convinced you out of your pajamas,” Will adds, waving at the car as it comes closer. He links their hands together, “C’mon,” and tugs them down Half-Blood Hill, expertly weaving past patches of thistle and bubbling dragon acid, tripping over a pebble that folds his shoe.

Just before Naomi’s — and he’s sure it’s her now — car stops, as they slow to a stop by the edge of the road, Will stops them, digging through his pockets and handing Nico a thin strip of cardstock. Nico inspects the ticket, smiling at the glitter, the exclamation points, the heart on the stubs.

“You’ve been excited.”

Will turns his bright smile full-force in Nico’s direction.

“You got no clue.”

Nico glances, again, at the ticket dates; two months past the date, for a concert across the country. The worn edge where a finger has run across, over and over, the creases where it has lived in someone’s pocket.

He tucks it carefully in his pocket, slips his hand into Will’s, and matches his broad smile.

[luthqrs]

alright ds hot stuff?

[potatobugz]

tanzen is very funny actually

[rustedleopard]

I'll ask! Would Cerojin get divorced? They are both very stubborn people. I can see them trying to work it out somehow (even if only for Kanako's sake).

I love how people are starting to see me as the Cerojin divorce guy, lol

For the most part, I see Ceroba's and Chujin's relationship going out in such a spectacular fashion that there's no way for them to try to salvage it. I'm talking "months/years of poor communication and the stresses of life and having to provide for the family practically singlehandedly" putting cracks in the dam that is Ceroba's idolization of Chujin that holds back anything... unsavory that she might feel about him. And then, one day, the dam breaks and Ceroba goes from "Chujin is so wonderful and perfect" to "Chujin is awful. He's done nothing but bum around while I've had to do everything for the family!!! I hate him!!!" And then their relationship goes out in a full-on "flinging magic and words you can't take back (and maybe a chair)" messy explosion. (Okay, well, it wouldn't be immediate, there would be signs that Ceroba's getting frustrated with him, but she's too busy trying to bury/ignore those feelings, so you'd only really see her temper flare up occasionally before she tries to steady herself by saying "My husband is a wonderful person, I'm doing what I can to help him. I shouldn't be acting like this" and Chujin's too busy focusing on what he wants to do that he's not paying attention to how his wife feels. They CANNOT communicate properly for the life of them :'). The relationship still peters out pretty quickly once Ceroba stops feeling the love, though.)

Buuuuuut, let's say that they're able to communicate well enough that they can tell each other "We NEED to make this work. We can't get a divorce. We can't have our marriage fail." Well... It would be a nightmare. To say the least. They'd both only try to force the relationship and make it work for their own egos without any of the groundwork that makes a relationship work, so at best it'd be a public performance of what a happy couple should look like instead of what it would be like. A happy and healthy marriage needs more than just love to work. It needs trust. It needs shared responsibilities. It needs proper communication. And these are areas where Ceroba and Chujin fail each other. Sure, maybe they might be able to act like they tolerate each other when they're out in public (i.e. not yelling at each other, though there's still some weird tension between them that some people would be aware of). But behind closed doors, I can't see this facade holding up well. Conversations would be so insanely passive-aggressive, that you'd have to call them "passive-aggressive-aggressive." They would probably develop a routine like this every day:

Ceroba: "You're home late. How was work?" (<- Said with a smile tight enough that she could put teeth marks into steel)

Chujin: "Fine." (<- Chujin got his ear chewed off about not contributing financially around the house so he got the first job that he could to prove her wrong. He hates it and his negative feelings about his job rebound onto Ceroba because he feels like she forced him into it.)

Ceroba: "Oh, that's wonderful to hear! Well, dinner's on the table for you. Kanako and I already ate, so you'll have to have it alone."

Chujin: "... It's cold."

Ceroba: "Oh, well. That's what happens when you stay late at work without telling me. Microwave's in the kitchen, you can handle it yourself." (<- she is already thinking about the bottle)

And on and on and on. They'd be the sorts of people that everybody else around them wants them to get divorced because they're sick of all the arguing and stress and anger. Starlo in this situation, brave man that he is, tries to recommend that Ceroba gets a divorce and ends up getting yelled at because "How dare you suggest that we can't make things work!!" Martlet doesn't seem as privy to Chujin's home life as Starlo is with Ceroba, so all she knows is that things are rough at home, but she tries to invite him out bowling or to relax in Honeydew's hot spring to get some of the stress out. Both of them are trying their best to help their friends, but this isn't something that they can handle because their friends are just.... astronomically stubborn and stupid.

(And this isn't even getting into how a monster's health is heavily tied to their emotional state. A monster can literally be put into a near-death state from grieving too hard. Can you imagine how rough things would be with all that stress? Humans already experience a myriad of health problems when put under stress for an extended period of time, so you can just imagine how bad things would be healthwise for a monster. Food for thought...)

And as for Kanako? Oh my god. Out of everybody in this situation, she is the one I sympathize with/pity the most. Ceroba and Chujin have a choice in their relationship and how it's going/turns out, but Kanako doesn't. She's just a kid. Like I said earlier, on paper they might say that they're trying to make this marriage work, perhaps "for Kanako's sake," but that's their egos speaking because if they were actually paying attention to what their daughter wants, they'd realize that she'd be happier if they weren't fighting all the time, even if that means a divorce. I can see her feeling responsible for how terribly things are going because they keep saying "We're trying to stay together for your sake." Maybe she tries intervening in arguments to stop Mommy and Daddy from fighting each other, but over time gets burnt out on doing that because she's not stopping them from fighting, she's only delaying the inevitable. Most likely, she'd avoid being at home/around her parents as much as possible because there's so much tension at home and she never knows when tempers are gonna flare, so it's better to sleep over at friends or spend the day at the Wild East/the Sunnyside farm/at the playground/Cafe Dune/somewhere else. Over time, her parents' constant quarreling could even burn her out/make her jaded and irritated with her mom and dad as well as depressed because she feels like it's her fault they're like that. She never asked for her mom and dad to try to maintain their relationship for her sake; she just wants to be happy, whatever shape that happiness may take.

Tl;dr Divorce is a mercy in this situation.

[rockethorse]

Mid-Century Burst | CC-Free

A tricky little shell challenge that you can get some use out of too! Tried to dig into some 70s inspo for the exterior on this one. This is 2 bed, 1 bath, fully-furnished and CC-free. Because of the limited size of the main shell, I added a detached garage with an apartment on top, which adds +1 studio bedroom and +1 bathroom.

The TS4 shell challenge I used for this lot was called "BubbleShell3" on the gallery from the ID "bubblesisgaming". I'm also playing around with using random palette generators for room inspo, this time from ColorHunt. It's been fun and I recommend using it to get out of your comfort zone!

Download Mid-Century Burst @ SFS

[chaosduckies]

WHAT

I was so unprepared for this smh-

oh my gosh I can’t thank you guys enough 🫶 it means a lot to me, and I mean it!

If im being honest, I have no idea what i was going to do to celebrate, but I hope that this is good enough unless someone has a better idea:

I will be doing writing commissions (for free ofc because y’all are amazing). It can be pretty much any prompt as long as it’s sfw and in my comfort zone (I’ll let you know if it’s not)

Characters can range from my own (a scenario ik a lot of you are dying to read of my OC’s perhaps?), your own OC’s (please give me a ref or smth please TwT), or it it’s just a prompt I’ll make random characters- (please specify what gender you want the main characters to be)

I’ll keep the commissions open for a week or longer depending on what happens, but thank you all again for 100 followers! It means a lot to me and I hope you all have an amazing day/night like the amazing people you are! :D

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ texting han jisung to wash the dishes pretty please

🧸 paring: han jisung x gn! reader

🧸 author rambles: this is my first text fic ever!! i was kinda just experimenting with the format, thanks hanji for being my test subject!! i hope this was somewhat cute and or made you smile. im very much a “finding beauty in the mundane” enthusiast, so im predicting lots of my works will be fluffy mundanity <3 (i also ramble a lot) (im also in a very “babe” and “baby” mood and it’s bleeding into my writing) (ALSO OMG headcanon that hanji sends <4 to show he loves you MORE than the standard <3. what a dork) anyway, enjoy!!

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