#this got me feeling some type of way

[racewinnerlandonorris]

uhm ok

[lookismaddict]

Ok but pls pls pls hear me out. As a finale to DG'S mini-concert, he performs crooked and at the last "Oneulbameun ppittakhage" everyone gets so into doing the kicking thing that somebody from big deal inadvertently kicks down the Christmas tree and it causes a temporary power outage. When the lights go on again jake and samuel are standing awkwardly next to each other. Turns out they "accidentally hugged" while the lights were off.

OMG GD’S CROOKED, I LOVE THAT SONG. BUT WAIT, I ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR IDEA BETTER. 😳💞 Imagining Jake and Samuel “accidentally hugging” 🌚 I can just imagine the awkward silence after the song ended and everybody be staring at them. I CANT- (It really do be Jake’s own people who caused it LMAO)

[sednas]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being fucked by Sukuna’s stomach tongue ♡.

He’ll beckon you over, feeling generous, and loosen your kimono to where you’re basically naked, hanging on by your obi. Sukuna grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so that you straddled his waist. The mouth on his abdomen formed and opened with a sinister grin, its lips parting as if it were ready to devour you. The elongated tongue that emerged from it was slick and glistening, invitingly beckoning you closer.

“Go ahead," Sukuna rasped, his voice filled with dark desire. "Ride me, brat."

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his waiting mouth against your most intimate parts. His tongue, long and sinuous, flicked out to taste you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was both invasive and exhilarating, the slickness of his tongue gliding against your folds, teasing your sensitive clit sending shivers down your spine and a weak cry left your lips.

Sukuna gave you a few seconds to stew in the feeling before his hands tightened their grip on your hips, and brought you down to fully sit on his mouth. His tongue curled and twisted inside you, hitting all the right spots, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Each thrust of your hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a raging storm. Making your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Sukuna uses his lips and tongue to worship your most sensitive areas, alternating between delicate licks and harder, rhythmic strokes. Sukuna's hands, warm and possessive, slide up your sides, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. He keeps his touch firm, grounding you as you ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, building the intensity of your pleasure with every passing second.

As he devours you with his sinful mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to feel you quiver against his lips, and to drink in every drop of your sweet release. “God, you’re so…pathetic,” he bloviated, amused at your shameless display of eroticism. While you are in your own world of pleasure, Sukuna raised one arm from his top set and one from his lower set to cup your breasts that were bouncing enticingly in front of him. You didn’t think too much of it outside of the usual stimulation until you felt a wet and slimy feeling touch your breasts, and you realized that he was using the mouths on his hands to lick your boobs.

You mewled as his mouths began sucking and teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue. Lavishing attention to your sensitive peaks. Your body arches, your chest poking out to push deeper into his hands. It is intense. His tongue alternates between your cunt and your clit before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, abusing it til you see stars. Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t comprehend how good his ministrations are making you feel. Only broken moans escape your lips and you shudder. “You loved getting used like this, huh?” He remarked in a condescending tone, smirking because he knows you can’t even register what he’s saying. “Moaning like a bitch in heat, you must love getting used like a whore,” he continued.

The sounds of your moans reverberated through the grand hall and Sukuna loved how dumb you were acting. Taking the experience to a new level, he took his free hand from his lower set of arms to reach behind you and place a hand over your ass. He was slick, coming in slow and then when you least expected it, he opened the mouth on his hand and stuck his tongue in your asshole. Your eyes that were downcast and glazed over immediately shot open and you shrieked in surprise. That was the catalyst to your orgasm and you released all over his tongue, the slithery appendage lapped up every drop of your juices eagerly, not letting a single ounce go to waste. The taste of your climax on his tongue is like ambrosia, and he relishes in the way your body tenses and spasms against his mouth. And when your release was done, went back into your cunt to resume fucking you to your next orgasm. You quickly began to squirm in his hold and tried to move away from the hand that penetrated your puckered hole, but was held down by Sukuna’s imposing grip.

He grinned evilly at your reaction, “what? You’re telling me you’ve never had anything in this hole?” You shook your head frantically as tears began to well in your eyes, uncomfortable at the sensation of his tongue wriggling around in your asshole. “No… it’s dirty,” you sniffed, feeling shame creep up on you. “Well, I’m happy to be the first. You should be honored, I’m teaching you how to be a proper whore for your husband,” he mused. His tongue extended and curled deeper into you, pressing into sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. This all so knew to you and it came so suddenly, all you wanted to do was run away from this newfound pleasure. His words only served to embarrass you further and make you want to try harder to get away.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in annoyance at your incessant squirming, smacking your ass with his only free hand. “Behave.” He commanded, his voice deep and domineering, sending a fearful shiver of dread down your stomach. His command making you still immediately. But as you still, all the pleasure comes at you, receiving stimulation from the tongue in your cunt, the mouths on your nipples, and now the tongue in your asshole. Being confronted with all these different types of oral stimulants, you cum quick and without warning. You feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, digging your nails into his chest and leaving long red scratches. Sukuna could heal those easily, but he wants to leave them there to heal on their own, so he can parade them around like a trophy. He revels in the way you lose control, in the way you let the pleasure consume you, and he wants to have those moments etched into his skin.

And while he appreciates your sounds of ecstasy, you’re beginning to get a little too loud for him. Taking his last free hand, he places it over your mouth, the mouth on his palm eagerly latched onto you, its tongue exploring your mouth with an animalistic hunger. As Sukuna's tongue expertly danced with yours, his other two hands removed themselves from your breasts and found their way to your hips, his grip possessive and demanding. He pulled you off his stomach mouth and moved you lower, the bulge in his robes pressing against your thigh, a clear indication of his own undeniable desire from seeing you come undone. Sukuna took his hand away and broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, a wicked grin etched on his face. He had only begun to savor the taste of your submission, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of sadism and lust. "Let's see how long you can handle my insatiable hunger. I didn’t prepare your tight little holes for nothing."

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[seriowan]

Jealous? It’s Obvious

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech X F!Reader

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You didn’t think jealousy was in your nature. But when a new arrival attempts to make a move on Tech, your jealousy is more than obvious.

Warnings: spoilers season 2 episode 1. Jealous reader, mutual pining. slight angst, mentions of injury but finished with fluff. Not proofread, a little rushed and not my best work ngl

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All in all, that mission could have gone a lot worse. The cargo was received and nobody was harmed perhaps aside from Echo’s ego as you had a little stumble.

You’re walking alongside Omega, heading into Cid’s parlor which was pretty much a new home to you all. After all, it seemed like you never left. But, Cid wasn’t the only one in her small ‘office’ if you could call it that.

A woman was lazed on her chair, legs placed lazily on the desk and a drink in her hand. You already felt wary about the new arrival, especially when you hear that she already seemed to know about the Batch being a bunch of rogue clones being hunted from the empire. You liked Cid, though in your mind it was still questionable if she could be trusted thoroughly.

You stayed quiet for the most part, letting the others take lead in the conversation but as Phee - you learned her name to be - drew near, you couldn't help but be a little more on edge.

When she comments on the ‘quality of control’ of them you have to bite your tongue from saying anything. There have been many times when others have mocked the Clones for how they appeared and it never sat right with you. Despite it seeming not at all vicious in her tone, you still didn’t like it.

“Hey now. Got a name, brown eyes?”

You had to do a double-take as she addressed one of the Batchers and when you saw it was Tech, there was a horrible and tight feeling in your chest. You looked away instantly, jaw clenched tight and your arms tucked behind your back to hide your name shaking hands.

It was clear as day what it was; jealousy. A feeling you had never felt before yourself but to see the man you like getting hit on, it was painful. It shouldn’t affect you nor should you hold Tech back about pursuing something. But, it was fairly clear to everyone but him that you had harbored feelings for him. A lot. Your mind was whirling and you were doing your utmost to block everything out.

Then, you felt a nudge at your side and turned your head to see Hunter giving you an odd look. “Don’t worry.” He mouths quietly, sensing the quick drop in your heart rate.

You gave him an appreciative nod but was a little relieved to hear that Tech did not flinch to her advances.A veryTech thing to do. Which is probably why he never got the hint that you had feelings for him. Then again, you yourself never had the courage to pursue it.

“Oh? This one here didn’t like me calling you that, brown eyes.”

If you weren’t agitated before, you were now. Your body stiffens as you see Phee looking directly at you, smug. You’re doing your utmost to seem unfazed but as she saunters to you and slips an arm over your shoulder, blood is draining from your face. “What’s the matter girly? This one your boyfriend?”

She turns you both to face Tech who now just looked as puzzled as ever. His eyes latch onto your face, painted in humiliation, but you didn’t dare even look back at him. You could not confess your feelings like this - not at all.

“No.”

Phee raises a brow. “No? Seems to me there is something there.” She laughs, the others not joining in and just felt as painfully awkward as you did. “What’s your name beautiful?”

There was hesitance on your half, head looking to the side as you mumbled your name to her. She repeats it aloud, nodding her head slowly and gazes back to Tech. “She isn’t your girlfriend?”

“No, but she is a valid and strong member of this squad and I doubt she appreciates-.”

“None of them are my boyfriend.” You snap this time, cutting off Tech but look right at her with a face of thunder. She doesn’t seem taken aback by your abruptness and rather revels in it.

“Good! Looks like I can get to know brown eyes more then.” She pats your shoulder once and slips away as if to get a rise out of you.

You return to stand beside Hunter as she then moves onto Wrecker and subtly, Hunter places a hand to your upper back as if it was a sign of comfort.

Though you felt like you didn’t need comforting you still felt the tears prick to the corners of your eyes. With a gaze strong on you, you side-glance to Tech to see him watching you with an unreadable expression. The second your eyes had met, you looked away and cursed silently as a small tear slipped down your cheek. Once the briefing was done, where you didn’t even clock onto the new missions details, you fled Cid’s office.

Tech had never seen you so uncomfortable before and he was not certain if he had imagined you crying or not. You’re often well relaxed, carefree and never get emotional. So why was this time different? Why was Phee’s questioning about your relationship with him something that set tears to your eyes.

He is stumped, fearing that it could have been perhaps something he said. He would never admit it himself but he always valued your thoughts and fairly valued your looks too.

Many times he had been distracted in his work because you would walk by or give him a cup of caf. He just didn’t know that it was because he had developed feelings for you. But seeing as Phee clearly thought that the two of you were in a relationship, maybe you felt the same?

When you’re all back on the ship, having agreed to this mission if it meant more freedom, you’re with Omega in the gunners mount. She had hair overheard Echo talking about her and as you tried to console her, she then turned the comfort back on you.

“Have you spoken to Tech?”

The sudden question made you blink in surprise and there was a little jitter in your tummy at the mention of his name. “No, why should I?”

Omega smiles sadly at you, noticing your ‘unbothered’ reaction. “Because you were jealous that Phee was flirting with him.”

“Maybe.” You grumble, pulling your legs to your chest. “It wasn’t that obvious was it?”

“I don’t think Tech noticed.” She shrugs, head tilting and resting on Lula. “But at least he brushed her off.”

That was true. When you were trying to ignore the steam hissing out your ears, you overheard him discussing the pigmentation to the Clones eyes. But, if someone as pretty as Phee doesn’t sway him… how could you?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

What could have been the start to a better life soon vanished the moment the team got separated. Yourself, Omega, Echo and Tech were trapped and you didn’t even know where the others two were.

Admittedly you were a little distracted throughout the day, with what haloed at Cid’s parlor but you knew you had to get your head straight the second Tech got injured. Your heart was racing and you were trying to hide your panic as you slung his arm around your shoulder helping him hobble towards the far end of the container so it didn’t tip even further. “Do you feel okay? Not woozy or anything?” You ask with caution to which he shook his head, hissing softly as you help him take a seat on a crate.

“Other than the ache in my leg, I feel fine. Femur fractures are quite common in the spoils of war though not exactly ideal. Especially in our predicament.” He looks at you, seeing the sympathetic look on your face.

“We have to find a way to get you out of here but I don’t want you putting pressure on that leg.”

When you all come up with a plan, you allow Omega and Echo climb up first to safety, your throat in your mouth as you realise it doesn’t look to be the easiest climb. But, it was better than falling to your death.

“May I ask you a question?” You’re in the process of tying a sturdy cable around Tech’s waist, knowing he’s in no capacity to try and scale the mountain side you’re all hanging off when he speaks up.

Glancing up, you nod for him to continue, making sure the knot is tight but probably not as tight as the feeling in your throat at his question. “What did Cid’s acquaintance, Phee, mean when she addressed how you apparently did not like the way she spoke to me?”

You avoid eye contact and merely shrug. “I don’t know.” You say quietly, tying yourself up to a separate cable but your hands are fidgeting a little bit too much to focus.

Tech notes your sudden change in shy demeanor and gets the hint that you’re lying to him which was very rare of you. “You’re also uncertain as to why she singled me out if we were courting or not and why it was enough to make you cry?”

A rush of blood travels up your neck, ashamed that you had cried over it in the first place. But as you look back at him, a pointed expression is on his face, you sigh. “If you’re gesturing to something Tech, just say it.”

He had been thinking about this for the last few hours, ever since he saw your reaction. Though he didn’t understand the sudden issue, he went ahead and spoke to Hunter about it. And if Hunter’s hesitance in telling him the truth was correct, he would feel a little foolish at his next choice of words.

“Forgive me if I am wrong but, you were jealous.”

Your hands still on the still unfastened cable around your waist, Tech seeing how your chest heaved as you sucked in a deep breath and gave out a shaky exhale. “I don’t get jealous, Tech.”

“But you were in that moment, no?” He limps forward a little towards you, noticing your struggle. “Here, allow me.” His steady hands come up and take a grasp of your predicament, gloved fingers gently swatting yours away and tying you up to safety. Meanwhile you could only stare at him wide-eyed, a little bashful too.

“If I am correct, I do not see why you have anything to be jealous of. She would not have replaced you and,” he pauses, tossing words around in his mind before he continues, “I would only feel flattered if someone like you would ‘flirt’ with me. If that was what Phee was doing.”

You’re silent, head looking down and watching as he expertly fastens you up. But, your silence plays on his expert mind.

Tech takes a little bit of a gamble. If it goes horribly then maybe him plummeting down the cliff wasn’t such a bad thing. “Do you think jealousy would have surfaced if Phee had flirted with the others?”

You feel queasy, the tone of his voice was slightly hushed, afraid that others would hear even if nobody else was around. “I don’t think so.”

Although you seemed very shy, his insides were growing warm at your confession. Finally managing to make you admit what he had been wanting to hear for a while. “That is interesting. Truthfully, I spoke to Hunter about it and it did not occur to me that she was so called ‘flirting’ with me as it seems implausible.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well,” he shifts his position, leg starting to ache again but waits until he knows you’re secure before he leans against a crate, catching his breath, “others would favor my other brothers.”

You hate hearing him talk down about himself and carefully sit beside him. “Don’t say that. You’re very handsome and sweet Tech. Anybody would be lucky to have you.”

There’s a warmth flowing through his body at your words. He knows that this wasn’t flirting, instead it was you being honest and true with him. “So do me the honors in answering this, so I know Hunter did not lie to me… do you like me?”

You turn your head to face him, heart beating a little fast and you were glad he didn’t have the Sergeant’s senses. “Remember when you said if ‘someone like me’ flirted with you?”

He nods, a little confused.

“Well what if it was me?” You find the courage that had been eating away at you, pleading to get out. A subtle disclosure of your feelings for Tech.

“Mesh’la,” there’s a sigh of relief in his tone, suddenly forgetting the pain in his leg, “I like you too. Tremendously. Though I must admit if you had ever advanced in flirting with me I was clearly none the wiser.” He chuckles, cheeks pink. There’s a moment where he raises his hand and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face before his gloved hand cups your cheek, digits gently caressing at your skin.

“I would very much like to kiss you, too.”

Not needing to say anymore, you leaned into him and allowed your lips to brush against one another. It’s gentle, subtle, but perfect. It only lasted a few seconds before you pulled back after hearing Echo telling us to ‘hurry up down there!’.

“Unfortunately Echo is correct and we must escape this vessel before we fall to our deaths. Otherwise this uplifting conversation would have been for nothing.” He pushed his goggles up the tip of his nose as they slid down but you both didn’t leave until you place another kiss to his jaw.

“Let’s talk about this later, yeah?”

“Of course.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[douwatahima]

thinking about how orym is a character who was literally designed to be in the background. he's a soldier, a guard, meant to protect but not overshadow. and this is a role he's comfortably kept his whole life. thinking about him leaving home after the worst tragedy of his life and running into dorian, a literal prince, who grew up in a cage, yes, but an incredibly gilded one. a man who probably spent his whole life surrounded by opulence and beauty and yet he took one look at orym in all his grief and all his kindness and he noticed. out of all the people in the world, he saw orym and thought, oh he's beautiful.

"the first beautiful kind face that i have ever seen."

[preacherboyd]

Poor bastard looked like he was on his way to a firing squad. True Detective | 1x01 The Long Bright Dark

[windwenn]

feeling so normal about them rn dont even worry

[fortheb0ys]

I NEED HIS COCK RN

I'm getting insane😛

NSFW‼️Rough sex below!

Like, imagine Alejandro coming home EXHAUSTED, and BOILING WITH ANGER. Some shit happened on a mission and he's PISSED. But also horny. he is horny AND angry.

And there you are, his boy, in your shared bed scrolling through your cell phone.

He throws himself on the bed, not bothering to take off his military clothes. He moves next to you, throwing your phone away, and snuggling into you, kissing your neck and pulling you closer. You don't even dare ask anything. You know he hasn't had a good day when he comes home like this.

But lucky for him, there you are!

It's not long before you're naked, on your knees in front of him while he fucks your throat. Your chokes and muffled moans are like music to him as he grips your hair so hard it feels like he wants to rip it out.

And after a while, there you were: Moaning, crying, whining, whimpering and etc, while Alejandro SLAMS into you, while holding tight to your neck. You can feel him go DEEP into you, like he wants to destroy you from the inside, and, well, he kind of is.

Hours pass, and he doesn't stop - still hard, and still wanting more.

You will DEFINITELY be VERY sore the next day. But it's worth.

[sinna-rou]

okay but WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME that luO YUNXI!!!! is cast as ChU WanNINg? I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON?

someone’s gonna need to wipe me off the floor if Immortality ever airs because i am not ready

so you’re telling me that this

is the man gonna be playing THE pathetic wet cat, the “no one could ever possibly love me”

the stoic, the graceful yuheng elder

the desperately repressed

The White Cat, Chu Wanning????

i’m done. deceased. wake me up when it’s out

image credits: gifs 1&2 @xiaosean - 3&4 @kimp05 - 5 @trendingdrama - 6 @yilinglaozu - image 7 @inthefaceofadaffodil (also OP of the inciting post mentioned in the tags) - 8 official image

[lushrue]

thinking about helping your bear shifter husband prepare for winter hibernation (john price x reader)

“john, i’m home!” you call, toeing off your shoes in the doorway. your arms were full of paper bags from the grocery store. you never seemed to be prepared enough for your husband’s appetite before hibernation. somehow, it was always a shock to you when the cupboards came up empty more quickly than usual. it was your third trip to the grocery store in as many weeks, and you anticipated making a couple more before winter finally came.

you set the numerous bags down on the kitchen counter, unwinding the scarf around your neck once your hands were free. the chill of autumn had fully settled in the air, vibrant reds and yellows dotting the treeline of the neighborhood you lived in. it wasn’t cold enough for your winter jacket just yet, but a beanie and scarf kept you warm enough on your walk to the store and back. as you ran your fingers through your hair to set it right again, you stopped to listen. usually, you would have heard john typing away at the computer in his office or watching a football match on the television. instead, it was nearly silent, save for the sound of rustling fabric and frustrated snuffling coming from your bedroom.

you smiled knowingly. price was picky about how the bedroom had to be for his hibernation. he’d already hung the blackout curtains, which you thought made the room feel like a dungeon. he’d also started working on his stash of snacks and water for when he’d wake up enough to eat and drink. but the bed, that was what he spent the most time on. there were certain blankets he only pulled out during the winter, quilts and furs that had belonged to his family for generations. there had to be a certain amount of pillows, even though they would get knocked off when he inevitably tossed and turned. more than anything, though, he wanted your scent all over.

though you would occasionally go in and sleep with john during the winter, you couldn’t stay with him during his whole hibernation period. someone had to keep the lights on, make sure the house stayed clean, tend to the things that john normally did during the year. even when you couldn’t be there, he wanted to feel like you were. so it was little surprise when you walked into the bedroom to see your husband with his face shoved into a pillow.

you couldn’t hold back your laugh as you stood in the doorway. price’s ears twitched, head turning to catch sight of sweet little you watching him. his cheeks flushed and he chuckled with you, the sound deep and rolling like thunder. “caught red-handed, ‘m afraid,” he teased, tossing the pillow back on the bed. “didn’ hear you come in, lovie.” you smile, moving to his side and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “don’t know how you could’ve through all the pillow stuffing.” he swiped at you playfully as you giggled, a laugh of his own joining yours.

“jus’ tryin’ to find the right ones,” he said, fixing his rapt attention back on the bed. he’d already divided the pillows into two piles: ones that he wanted to keep, and the ones you’d be putting in the closet until spring. you reached up to pet his ears, watching the way he melted into your touch. your favorite part of fall was how clingy he got. always needed his hands on you, needed to have you within earshot. one of his large hands wound around your waist, rubbing over the plush curves of your body. he grumbled, pulling you in close to his chest and burying his head in the crook of your neck. “not gonna get much preparation done if ya keep touchin’ me like that, pet,” he said, the barest hint of a growl in his voice. it always sent a thrill through you when he let the bear come out.

“nonsense. i’m trying to help,” you quip back, pulling away from him and running your fingers down his chest. they continue south, over the soft layer of belly fat he always gained in the autumn, and down to his hip. he quirked an eyebrow, trying to anticipate your antics. “and how exactly is this helping?” he asked, unable to hide the way his breath was quickening with each stroke of your fingers. you smile and pull him towards the bed by his hip. “because,” you start, your voice raising into that breathy octave you know he loves. “we can make all these pillows smell like me.”

the growl that comes out of him as he throws you on the bed might just be your favorite sound in the world.

don't love how i ended this, will probably revisit it later

legit didn't mean to take a hiatus, grad school has been kicking my ass and i got married a few weeks ago so life has been a lot 😅

gonna start working on chapter 9 of frozen hearts and hopefully get that posted soon too!

[alienaiver]

wordcount; 483

content; father's day, shinsou x reader but focused on aizawa. mentions of disconnect between reader and their biological parents. gender neutral reader. erasermic family. [fathers day is june 5th in my country]

aizawa stares at his phone, puzzled. the notification is short, concise and straight to the point. its the type of texts he enjoys the most, but this one just confuses him.

"happy fathers day" is all the text reads. theres just one issue though;

you're not his kid.

youre dating his kid and while he doesn't know a lot about child rearing, he knows he doesn't automatically become any kid's father that he meets.

besides, you're in your late 20's. are you sending this message on behalf of shinsou? is shinsou pranking him, messaging him from your phone to mess with him?

"what's up, darling?" yamada asks from the kitchen island where he's preparing the salad for tonight. aizawa doesn't register the question though, frozen in time with his phone held up boomer-style, the screen gone dark after all the time spent staring.

yamada rounds the island to reach his husband by the dinner table, petting the top of his head. aizawa shakes his head with the movement and clears his throat, "ah. a happy fathers day text."

"aw, thats so sweet. from eri? i havent gotten one," yamada replies as he returns to reach for his phone, to see if he also got a greeting.

aizawa clears his throat again, putting his phone down onto the table, saying your name. yamada looks at his husband beaming, "aw, they sent you a fathers day greeting? thats so sweet of them!"

aizawa looks at yamada with a raised eyebrow, "i'm not their dad though."

this makes yamada throw his head back in laughter, hand holding his stomach. aizawa doesn't think he was being funny though. when he notices the confusion in aizawa's features, he wipes a theatrical tear from his eye, "shouta, you've practically adopted them, too. you went to the doctor with them last week."

"so? hitoshi had a shift and they needed the support."

"you have a monthly movie night with them."

"well, eri's part of that, too."

yamada shakes his head and gives him The Look; a look that signifies that he needs to pay attention.

"look, you're there for them when their own parents aren't. that's a good thing, y'know."

aizawa looks away, a small pout on his features. yamada raises an eyebrow, "are you somehow unhappy about this?"

there's silence for a while, and then aizawa sniffles and wipes his nose while looking away. yamada's heart melts as he observes him, "'m not."

after a moment aizawa exhales sharply, "...i'm happy, it's just.. overwhelming. they're not a former student, they're someone who met me as an adult. they had no ties to me personally, they... chose me."

yamada giggles and returns to aizawa's side, wrapping his arms around him from behind, kissing his cheek, "i'm happy for you, too. they really need a father figure and you ARE amazing."

aizawa smiles softly, leaning into yamada's embrace, "i'm glad they think so, too."

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

y’all fucked up letting me see this-

[chirpsythismorning]

INTERESTING a storyline that ppl say would be impossible for Mike bc of x y z and yet here is Jack Mcphee in Dawson's Creek living his forced conforming lifestyle, dating a girl and denying his sexuality, having a mental breakdown in his nuclear family front hallway and everything...

[mercymaker]

the big bear man & his itty bitty drow 😳🤭

[melooooo17]

@openphrase123 your fanfic(s but i mainly made art of the mira and siffrin one because i cant remember words for the life of me for i do not speak french) IS???? ? SO GOOD. SO GOOD IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH finally something to look forward to in the week fr

Mild spoilers for it ig!! But nothing too explicitly groundbreaking i dont think it'll kill your mom to look at these without having read the ff first

Don't mind the shit quality i??? I drew all these so fast theyre kinda shit and i have yet to fully acclamate isat to my artstyle so it's mid

Teehee me when i make shitty rushed fanart to show my appreciation that i cannot put into words for my faovorite games and also authors

peep the rant in the tags