#why has god forsaken me lol

[golbrocklovely]

yall.... i was just outside with my dogs, and it's really nice out rn. like it even smells nice out, like a candle.

tell me why while i was enjoying the weather and the sunset, a bee landed on my shoulder, which forced me to throw off my plaid shirt and drop my phone (thank god it didn't crack) and then a bunny was in our yard and ran into the branch pile we have (bc our trees are old and are slowly falling apart) and so my dogs tried to run into the branch pile so i had to keep pulling them off of it AND THEN ON TOP OF THAT, i saw a HUGE dead moth/butterfly and it grossed me out bc it freaked out my trypophobia bc of it's design??????

like, all i wanted to do was take my dogs out and enjoy my podcast before sitting down to eat. fuck me, i guess.

[thelustybraavosimaid]

Things Jon stans will never know: peace, happiness, joy, especially when browsing his own fucking tag

[lemonlover69]

Imagine one day you cut open an avocado and that wierd ball toy mech robot thingy is there instead of a seed in pristine condition.

[whatevenislifeatp]

Why should I care

about what this infernal flesh prison looks like when I will soon descend deep beneath the earth to be scorned for all eternity?

[constructbreakdown]

Just a quick shit-post I made:

[lemonlover69]

And they must scream.

i miss vhs tapes and cds i miss feeding my computers and tvs yummy treats. now theyre eating nothing. theyre being born without mouths

[weloveluigi]

I know Luigi is cool and hot and a nice dude and supposedly also did something incredibly based, but a huge part we never say outloud that I just wanna say now is so much of the entire Luigi fandom, and support, and upholding of Luigi as an icon is, at it's core a form of pure rebellion. Pure rebellion of the poor, the working class, and the majority who nonetheless is being crushed and ground up by a rapidly deteriorating society.

In the way that the first pride was a riot, and in many ways is a rebellion against the way society asks that we hide away, this whole cultural shift has been like a class war parade that's been going strong for three straight months now. It brings me joy.

"You're overcharging him? Fuck you, we're getting those charges thrown out. We're the jury."

"You're putting him in solitary to crush his spirits? Fuck you, we're gonna write him every day."

"You're deleting support communities, posts, and art? Fuck you, we'll spam social media so much it's impossible for you to ever delete it all."

"You're deleting his social media, photos, videos, trying to erase him from history? Fuck you, we'll back up every piece of his digital footprint."

"You're banning talking about freeing him on American apps and telling us to stay away from Chinese apps? Fuck you, we're moving entirely to Chinese apps to talk about him 24/7."

"You think it should be terrorism on par with 9/11 if CEOs get shot? Fuck you, we're gonna celebrate the date it happened every year like a national holiday."

"You guys can use billions of dollars to do whatever you want? lol so can we, we're billions of people around the world and we can crowdfund and you can't fucking stop us."

Every day, we find new ways to be spiteful to the people trying to kill, control, silence, arrest, erase, or destroy us, and it gives me strength. People have tried to destroy minorities for centuries in this god forsaken country and they never succeed. This time they picked a fight with a 99% majority and don't get why they are powerless to stop us. For the first time in my entire life, I feel proud to be an American.

They wanna crush our spirit

It just makes us stronger

[r0manceplanet]

Could we perhaps maybe have any mafioso x reader headcanons? Anything with him really

Oh yes, OF COURSE you can have them!!! Oh my god and your also my first request too, I was so happy to get this

And this is just an excuse to write for my pookie mafioso right now :3 enjoy!!!

MAFIOSO 🐇

• Well I must say, congratulations for winning over this gentleman! It’s pretty tough to date him but as long as y’all are on good terms it won’t be too hard.

• He would treat you so well, seriously! Once you start dating him expect to get the royal treatment right away… Like, do you need someone killed? Don’t worry that’s already taken care of! Or do you perhaps need something from the store? It’s just a few minutes away he wouldn’t mind.

• I also don’t really think that he was very comfortable with PDA, at least before he met you that is… when y’all are dating he started to get more comfortable with physical touch and got better at initiating it after some time.

• I also headcanon that whenever he’s out with his gang, I feel like they would always go get pizza after a good killing spree, and he would always bring own your own pizza for you when he arrives at home.

• I also feel like he would get jealous whenever he sees someone flirting with you? It’s probably silly, but not to him. He will show them that your his and off limits, or he could maybe just kill them off, but he doesn’t wanna do that to you anyways.

• He will always make sure your protected no matter what, even if he’s not there, he’ll have his soldiers watch over you whenever your out somewhere and mafioso is no where to be found for now, so if anyone seems like a threat to you, they’ll disappear and you’ll know why.

• He would totally let you wear his clothes, especially his coat!! And if your small and his coat is really big on you he will just be in awe and hug you just because of how adorable you look!

• Back to some of the other headcanons, other than him bringing you pizza home, he would always come home with a small gift for you, I feel like he shows his love through gift-giving, and they’re always thoughtful everytime.

• For dates, he would take you out to more quiet and less crowded areas like the coffee shop in the early mornings or even at a bookstore, dates will rarely happen because he has to remain unknown to a lot of people, I think y’all would get this lol.

• He’s very boyfriend material, probably and most likely everyone’s dream man if we’re being honest here. He deserves a solid 10/10 for being the best lover.

A/N: if anyone wants to send me any mafioso or any of the characters for requests PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE do so if you can !!!! especially if it’s more mafioso I’d be happy to upload some content for forsaken :3

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[evilslushy]

make-up (and irritations)

Hamzah x f!reader

(A/N): no proofread, first time writing hamzah and also anything x reader in a while… hope yall like it idk LOL send me requests maybe??? Idk fuck

“Okay, just don’t move and you won't look stupid in the end.” You hold your hand up to gesture a pause. Hamzah involuntarily paused his movement like a puppy, tensing up as the seconds passed. Somehow, after weeks of pleading, Hamzah found himself stuck in this god forsaken circumstance where you sat opposite him with your make-up bag comfortably still on the coffee table beside his beat up stained couch.

Hamzah broke himself loose from your trance by moving his eyes away from your gesturing hand that had a brush hanging between your index and middle finger to your stern eyes, excitement highlighted all across your face. “I don’t know. Your excitement is kinda freaking me out.” He responded, his eyebrows furrowing at the thought of products rubbing across his sensitive skin.

“You being negative is making me want to make you look stupid.”

Hamzah sighed, throwing his head back to rest it against the sofa, he looked up at the ceiling, murmuring: “I’m not being negative. I’m just being… cautious.”

“Cautious has a negative connotation to it.”

Hamzah only closed his eyes in response. Coming up with something in response only ten seconds later, “Big word alert.” Making you giggle. “Shut up.”

Hamzah’s smile grew at the sound of your laughter—opening his eyes to look at you. Using his hands to sit back up, he crossed his legs and faced you, the sunlight casting a warm glow on his features. There was a relaxed look in his eyes as he settled into the moment, the atmosphere around you charged with an unreadable energy. “Just go.” Your eyes clicked in place with his, your smile still lingering—nothing in your mind anymore other than your comments about how cute he looks.

“Don’t rush me.” You opened your eyeshadow pallet. “This is a form of art. Do you think good art is rushed?” You tapped the powder onto your brush, “you’re taking this way too seriously.” Hamzah’s eyes followed your movement, partially nervous. You clicked your tongue, saying: “hun if you don’t wanna do this we can stop.”

Hamzah looked at you blankly, trying to read if he’s starting to irritate you or not. The last thing anyone wants is an angry girlfriend. The last thing that he wants, matter of fact. Though you weren’t angry—you were genuine about your concerns, you put your brush down to show surrender to his protests. A reassuring smile tilting your lips. A strain in his heart formed at your demonstration of love and care. (Slightly fluttering at the sudden nonchalant nickname drop).

“No. No-no-no. It’s fine. I’m just joking.” He probably looked like an idiot right now. After months of dating he still gets flustered over little things like a teenager. Your hand moved back down to grab the brush again. “You’ll be fine. I know how to do this.” You reassured, smiling as your thumbs glided over his right eyes to close it.

It was quiet, Hamzah relaxing at the feeling of the brush running across his lid. Breathing steadily. You didn’t expect him to be so still. At one point you thought he was asleep. But the random: “my eye itches.” Or “my back hurts.” Reminded you who exactly your boyfriend is. You sighed as you finished one of his eyes.

“My back hurts.” He whined yet again, “I wanna lay my back on the couch.” He continued his whining. You were too focused to notice what he was saying, Hamzah holding your hand away from his face to break out of your focus cycle. “Can we take a break?” A suggestion that almost goes unacknowledged by you when you notice how close you are to his face, for the first time it seemed like you were the flustered one. “Why did you break me away from my art piece?” Hamzah snarked in response.

You pushed his shoulder towards the couch, forcing his back against it. Hamzah raised his eyebrows in curiosity, wondering what you’re doing to him. You uncrossed your legs, your back also aching from being in the same bending position for around fifteen minutes. “What’re you doing?” He asked.

“Sitting on your lap so you’d rest your back against something and stop whining.”

Hamzah liked to pretend like he didn’t care, but he was freaking the fuck out for sure now.

You slid yourself on his lap, not giving attention to the matter. Your right arm wrapping around the back of his neck to prop his head against it. The side of your body resting against his chest, your other hand going back to work and continuing his makeup.

Obviously you weren’t going to address the sudden position change. Especially knowing how Hamzah always reacts to ‘out of nowhere intimacy’ not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just easy to tense him up with—in his opinion, too much—TLC.

You couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed that he stopped breathing for a few seconds. He’s not moving at all. “You okay?” You asked, moving your brush away from his face. “I feel like you're too close, anything and I might mess it up.” He spoke, raising his head up from your arm to look at you.

“Hun, this isn’t a permanent marker, we can wipe it away.” Your thumb wiped the excess eyeshadow powder under his eyes. “Why are you so tense? Relax.” Your hand moving down to his shoulder and squeezing it.

“You’re just pretty, I don’t know.” He rested his head back against your arm, avoiding your eyes as he spoke. His signature awkwardly goofy laugh fills the silence between the both of you. “Wow, such a charming delivery.” You sarcastically teased, “you don’t know?” Both of you started to laugh at the way he phrased his words. Hamzah still avoided looking at you by closing his eyes while he laughed.

“You know what I mean.” Resting his head to the side to continue avoiding eye contact. You raise an eyebrow, holding his chin to turn his face towards you to continue his makeup look. “Yeah well, look at me the next time you compliment me.” You run your brush along the bridge of his nose to contour it. Hamzah’s eyes meeting your focused face, feeling a bit awkward as your comment floated around his subconsciousness. You noticed the way he went silent, regretting not clarifying your tone.

“I’m joking. I know what you mean.” You let out, moving the brush and yourself away from his face. Hamzah sent you a half smile—“I know.”—nodding his head. The guilt for calling him out still weighed heavy on your heart, especially with that look on his face. (By that you mean his awkward half smile, he looked cute.)

You couldn’t help but lean in and give him a rushed peck. Hamzah kissed you back but still gave you a confused look afterwards. “Why?” He asked, unable to hide the warmth spreading from his neck to his ears. It was cute that he wasn’t the kind to flush across his cheeks but rather mainly on the tip of his ears.

You snarked, “not the confusion. Can’t I just kiss you?” Going back to the makeup, starting to set his face. “No, it was out of nowhere.” He responded, “should I give you a countdown next time?”

Hamzah giggled at the thought, “that would be funny, I'm not gonna lie.” His giggle was contagious, because there you go; giggling as well. “Three… two… one. Trigger warning, smooch.”

“Okay, don’t say that word.” He puts his index finger up between your faces, shaking it left and right to shush you. “What?!”

“Millennials' word.”

“Trigger warning millennials.” You say back, making you both go back to the fit of giggles you were sharing a second ago.

[golbrocklovely]

love when it rains my basement floods :))))

[radioapple-heathen]

My Top 10 📻🍎 'Oneshots' Fic Recs

(A continuation of my previous post. You can find info about my fic preferences and my top 10 'Series' fic recs here. And my multi-chap recs here.)

1.) Mine to Avenge by fourshadesofgreen

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canonverse. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: Murder Husbands. What more can I say? This is peak radioapple. Flirting through murder?? UGH. Delicious. Obsessed. Think about this oneshot 24/7. There is nothing else.

2.) With A Coffee and a Caress by @winterveritas

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: This was SOOO FREAKING CUTE??? AND SEXY??? SIMULTANEOUSLY??? Also this oneshot got me to jump all aboard the trans!Alastor train. Can't say anything I haven't said already about Winter, but go read, 10/10 quality and believable wonderful progression of their relationship!!

3.) No hiding place down here by @tollingreminiscentbells

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I will inhale anything this author writes in re: to radioapple and this is no exception. Fantastic dialogue and characterization, as usual. Lucifer-heals-Alastor oneshot that could honestly be canon with how well the author writes these two.

4.) afternoon delight by deliciously_devient

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence. Notable Warnings: Uh, idk, menstration fic.

Notes: This author is going to make a full deviant out of me yet. Intersex!Lucifer hits that time of the month and, of course, Alastor is there to assist like the super helpful friend he is XD

5.) Truth Laid Bare by pervertanarchy

Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post Canon (I think). Notable Warnings: Explicit +. Mind the tags LOL.

Notes: ANGEL TRUTH SERUM AU???? I didn't realize how much I needed this in my life, but bless you, author. Lucifer is a Mess (TM) and a good time was had by all, including Alastor's shadow.

6.) bite the hand by @tarmairons

Rated M. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I absolutely ADORE the characterizations in this oneshot. The dialogue between them is ON POINT. So witty, so in character, just perfection. And then when it becomes PLAYFUL??? The best!

7.) God Forsaken by Kisama

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Human!Alastor AU. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: Ah, hello, Alastor meeting Lucifer as a human, my absolute weakness, nice to see you again. A fantastic addition to my library of this trope --- and bottom!Alastor, my other beloved.

8.) helter skelter by nymphaceae

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: Catch me on my trans!Alastor train still, because this was chef's kiss as well. Very fun, very sexy oneshot, would read 19 more installments of this.

9.) will you weapon your skin (feed the monster within) by FrostbiteFable

Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Post-canon. Notable Warnings: Explicit + LOL.

Notes: WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO FIND THIS FIC??? THIS 25K ONESHOT SEX POLLEN RADIOAPPLE MASTERPIECE?? Seriously, strap in, y'all, because this is a ride, omg. I don't even know how to summarize it, JUST READ IT. It's so, so, so good.

10.) Lavender and Smoke by pervertanarchy

Rated T. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Post Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: AHA! A T-rated oneshot rec, I am not a complete heathen. Jokes aside, this was SO SWEET??? I love domestic radioapple so much. It really scratches an itch in my brain. And the author has such beautiful crisp prose, it makes for such an easy and enjoyable read.

[lemonlover69]

Man I hate sex. Hope the person who invented it just gets stabbed a bunch or something

[straylightdream]

15 minutes

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader, ex!yoon jeonghan x afb.reader (past relationship)

“Or you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. You’re really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.” He pats your back.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends with benefits, angst, romance, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, drinking, jeonghan (honestly he’s out to stir the pot and needs a warning lol), the mc is bad at having feelings and bad at communicating.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (him rec), semi public sex, deepthroating, swallowing, cum eating, praise kink (both of them), marking, mentions of choking, hair pulling (both rec) mentions of gagging, nipple play, big dick wonwoo, unprotected sex, cumplay, creampie, mc calls herself a whore and slut, wonwoo is a very soft boy here and is against degradation. nicknames: good girl, baby (hers) lover boy, baby (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: thank you @gyubakeries for helping me out with this story and beta reading it. definitely got very inspired by 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter, and had to write something for it. This might end up being a lil SVT short n sweet series…

🎧: 15 minutes - sabrina carpenter | overdrive - conan gray | lose myself - starfall

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

To say you were horny was an absolute understatement. At this point you were practically feral. Your eyes were focused on Wonwoo as he talked to Seungcheol. His hair looked extra curly and soft, and the fact that he came over after working out has you practically drooling. He’s dressed in a white shirt and those god forsaken sweatpants. You can’t focus on anything but him. You had walked away from Soonyoung and Jeonghan at the pool table saying you needed a beer. Your true intentions, however, were to just eye-fuck your newest fuck buddy.

“Is Wonwoo your flavor of the month?” Jeonghan walks up nudging you.

A heavy sigh passes your lips. Rolling your eyes, you look at him and find him wearing a cocky grin. “Are you jealous?”

“Is that the polite way of asking if I miss your sweet pussy?”

“Watch your mouth, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Tell me again why we stopped sleeping together?” He leans against the bar next to you.

“Something along the lines of, I think I’m gonna fall head over heels in love with you.” You can still picture Jeonghan's face as he drunkenly admitted he was catching feelings.

“Oh yeah, Mrs. No-strings-attached doesn’t like sex with feelings.” He doesn’t sound bitter anymore as he teases you. When you called it off between the two of you last year Jeonghan took two months avoiding you to move on.

“What if I want feelings involved now?”

“I feel like I should be insulted that you’re catching feelings for Wonwoo, but the idea of liking me turned you off.”

Taking a sip of your beer you watch Jeonghan trying to figure out if he’s upset. “I wasn’t ready to catch feelings when you started catching them.”

He reaches out, taking your beer from your hands. “Has my ship sailed?”

“You can’t be serious?”

“A part of me will always like you, but let’s be real, you never looked at me like you look at Wonwoo.” He takes a sip of your beer he’s stolen.

“I’m looking at him like I want to rip his clothes off with my teeth.” Jeonghan interrupting you has done nothing to deter your feral thoughts about your fuck buddy that you may or may not be catching feelings for.

“You can play the whole you’re thinking about fucking him, but I can see you care about him.”

“Why do you say that?” You glance over at Wonwoo to see him watching you and Jeonghan. You’ve never hidden your past with Jeonghan from Wonwoo. He knows all about what unfolded between the two of you.

“You never looked at me the way you look at him.”

Looking back at Jeonghan you narrow your eyes. “I cared about you. Sure it was just sex, but I cared about you as a friend.”

“That’s not the same, even in the slightest way, compared to how you care about him.” He takes another sip of your beer.

“Is this your way of making me end things with Wonwoo because I’m scared?”

He lets out a laugh. “I’m not some jealous asshole. I’m not trying to make you end things with him.”

“Am I capable of falling for someone?” You glance back at Wonwoo to see he’s back to paying attention to Seungcheol.

“Why don’t you try and let yourself feel something more for him than just lust?” You don’t say anything, you stare at Jeonghan for a long moment. “Your lover boy is heading off to the bathroom. You can either go suck him off or maybe talk about your feelings.”

“Jeonghan-“

“Or you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. You’re really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.” He pats your back.

“This was the weirdest fucking conversation.”

“Well, we used to fuck often so it felt fitting. Now go get your boy.” He shoos you away.

Walking away from Jeonghan, you can’t help but feel confused. Standing outside the bathroom, you wait for Wonwoo to walk out. Leaning against the wall, you wonder if Jeonghan is right. Maybe you do like Wonwoo more than you ever planned to. When you had started playing this game with him two months ago, you told him that there were no strings attached. You thought you were doing a good job at not catching feelings. This issue is, the more time you spent with your gamer fuck buddy, the harder it was to remind yourself that it was casual.

The bathroom door opens and Wonwoo walks out. He stops in his tracks and stares silently. “Were you jealous I was talking to Jeonghan?”

“That feels like a trick question.” He runs his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“It’s not. I’m not going to be upset with any answer.”

“I’m not the biggest fan that he’s slept with you. But I’m not your boyfriend, so I can’t be jealous.”

Without saying another word, you grab his hand and drag him down the hallway, out the back door that leads to the alley way. The door shuts loudly and you look around, relieved to see no one is around. Releasing his hand you gently shove him against the brick wall. His eyes instantly go wide. you shrug off your flannel. Folding it up you drop it on the floor.

“What is going on?”

“Well I’m incredibly horny, and we have probably fifteen minutes before the boys start questioning where we are. I know I’m pretty good with my mouth so I think I can make you finish in two minutes.”

He doesn’t say anything as you drop down to your knees in front of him. “I don’t have a hair tie, so be a doll and hold my hair.”

“Are you going to blow me in the alley?”

“Would you prefer I don’t?”

He looks around checking to see if anything is near. “You can’t wait for me to take you home to fuck you?” You reach for the waistband of his grey sweats. Your fingers toy with the elastic. “Am I not allowed to have my cake and eat it too?” You bat your eyelashes up at him.

“You’re fucking wild, you know that?”

“You weren’t complaining about it when I let you choke me, while I rode you yesterday.” Tugging the elastic down on his sweats and boxers you push them down just enough to free his already semi hard cock. The mushroom tip is the prettiest rosy color.

Leaning forward you slowly lick tip. Your eyes stay focused on him. Your one hand pumps his length while the other runs teasing lines through his happy trail that leads right to his beautiful cock. His stomach muscles tense under your touch. Taking just the tip in your mouth, you take your time to tease him.

It’s not long before he’s fully hard in your mouth. His finger tangles in your hair pulling your hair away from your face.

“Fuck-“ He groans.

You moan around his length, taking him further into your mouth. “Your mouth is so good-” He’s already becoming a moaning mess.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him fully into your mouth until he brushes the back of your throat. Wonwoo is by far the biggest dick you’ve ever taken before. The first few times you blew him, he made you gag as he hit your gag reflex. Two months in, and you can deepthroat him like a pro. His tugs on your hair earn another moan from you.

Just blowing him has you so turned on. When you make him cum down your throat you feel like you might need to drag him off to his car so he can fuck you.

“So good. Baby your mouth-“ He knows all about your praise kink. Most men would probably use this scenario to degrade you and call you a slut or a whore, but Wonwoo hates the idea of degrading you. When things first started between you two months ago, you both made a list of turn ons and definite nos in bed. You let him know you were open to a lot of things but nothing gross, and he let you know he would never degrade you, and he didn’t want you to do it to him. You learned that you weren’t the only one with a praise kink.

“Such a good girl.” He moans. Pushing your thighs together you were desperately trying to give yourself some friction.

“I’m close-“

You’re not wearing a watch but you know he may have lasted longer than two minutes, but he was nowhere close to fifteen minutes. You keep pulling off and sucking the tip. There is a mix of your spit and his precum coating his large length.

Closing your eyes you focus on making him cum. He spews out a mix of swear words and your name as he glides your face down until your nose is close to his pubic bone. He spills his milky release into your mouth. You continue to work him, taking every last drop. Pulling off, you hold out your tongue showing him his cum before swallowing it proudly. His eyes are closed as his breathing is uneven. He’s completely fucked out and he looks absolutely beautiful.

Slowly standing up you rub your sore knees. Maybe giving him head in the alley wasn’t the most comfortable position for you. Your knees we’re definitely going to be sore and have bruises. You reach out, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“Fuck-” He groans still sounding dazed.

“Wonwoo?”

His eyes slowly flutter open. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes for a moment, before putting them back on. “Yeah?”

“I like you.”

“Don’t you normally have to like someone to have sex with them?” He seems confused.

“Well yeah, but I mean I have feelings for you.” This is definitely a first for you. You’ve never been the first person in a situation to confess your feelings. Normally a man tells you they have fallen for you, and you proceed to end things immediately. Jeonghan is a prime example of that.

“Oh-“

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s cool.”

He takes your face in his hands. He doesn’t give you a moment to think. “Shut the fuck up.” He crashes his lips into yours for a searing kiss. He’s never this rough when he kisses you. The way his lips are moving against yours, it’s almost as if he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe. Pulling away he rests his nose against yours, giving each of you a moment to fully process everything. “I like you so much.”

“Okay, cool.”

“You’re so fucking dumb.” He smiles pulling away from you.

“How can you call me dumb when I was being mature and telling you about my feelings?”

“It took you giving me head almost in public to make you realize you like me?” He’s looking at you like you’re absolutely insane. To be quite honest you might be insane. This is the weirdest way you could possibly admit you have fallen for someone.

“What can I say, it was an emotional blow job?”

Leaning forward, he kisses you again. This time his lips are gentler. “Maybe we should leave?”

“Are you telling me you don’t want to fuck me against the brick wall?” You can’t help but tease him.

“Preferably not. I’m fine if people see my dick, but I don’t want anyone to see you exposed.” His hand is still resting on your cheek, he gently drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your cheek.

“Take me home, Wonwoo.”

Grabbing your hand he leads you back into the bar. Before anyone can comment on the fact that you definitely went missing for fifteen minutes Wonwoo announces you’re both leaving. Looking over at the pool table you find Jeonghan giving you a knowing smile.

The moment Wonwoo has you back at his apartment, he has you naked and on his bed. His lips are all over your exposed chest leaning a trail of marks in his wake. You’re straddling his waist slowly riding him. This has always been one of your favorite positions with him. He feels so incredibly deep when you ride him.

His large hands are gripping the fleshy cheeks of your ass, helping you move. Your fingers are tangled in his hair.

Gently tugging, you moan his name. He releases your nipple with a pop, looking at you with a mix of lust and care in his eyes. Sex with emotions feels different, but then again sex with Wonwoo has always felt different. No matter how much you hate to admit it, you started falling for him from your very first kiss. Maybe one day soon you’ll be brave enough to admit you love him.

Reaching down between you, your fingers toy with your clit pushing you closer and closer to your release.

“Wonwoo-“ You moan his name while feeling drunk on lust and him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“So close-“ You sound like a blubbering mess.

“I’m going to fill you up-“ His unexpected breeding kink is one of your favorite things about him in bed.

“Please-“ Closing your eyes, your body tensed for a moment before ecstasy took over. Your body feels a warm release. You try your hardest to continue riding him, but your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. His hands work your pliant body, helping him find his own release. Holding your flesh against his thighs he paints your walls with his salty release. Leaning forward you rest your head on his shoulder, trying your hardest to even out your breathing. His large hands slowly run up and down your back.

“I’m so glad you like me.” His words earn a smile from you. Pulling your face away from his shoulder you take a moment to look at him.

“I’m not afraid to fall in love with you.” Those might be the scariest words you have ever said. But maybe one day you'll fall in love with the cute gamer boy who taught you how to feel for someone.

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[beenbaanbuun]

hi bunny! nice to meet you! ive started to follow you recently and im in love w all your works, but specially w the opposites attract universe! ive been an addams family enthusiast since childhood and mixing it with ateez has made it even better for me :)

ive grown curious about how san would get used to the household daily life and to darling's antics. and how much time would it take for him to grow fond of her, ofc lol :D

san tries his hardest to let everything that happens in that household wash over him like water off a duck’s back, but every single day he’s faced with a new challenge.

first of all there’s the sex. san thanks the stars that he isn’t a prude, because he wouldn’t last a day in that house if he was. his first 5 minutes in that god-forsaken house were soundtracked by the sound of a bed squeaking, and then when he finally met his boss, all he could smell was the scent of sex which clung to him like cologne. he finds pretty quickly that it’s not just hongjoong that smells that way, but it’s actually just imbedded in the walls of the house. he’s walked in on enough sex to know the reason why the scent of pleasure hangs over the house like a thick fog, and he tries his hardest to not be surprised each time he steps through a door to see someone’s dick stretching out the resident ball of energy. it’s still a little difficult…

and then there’s the ball of energy itself. there’s something about her that’s rather endearing, even from the very first moment he meets her. when she stumbled down the stairs looking every bit the princess that he’s come to realise she is, he was immediately intrigued. even more so when seonghwa and hongjoong began to dote on her slender fingers immediately moving to straighten her outfit—after all, san was still a stranger at that point and it’s only proper to look your best when greeting a new acquaintance. then the grumpy werewolf descended on her, tail wrapping around her thigh as if to claim her as his own and san found himself so curious it almost hurt.

but getting to know darling was a lot easier said than done. despite her following him everywhere for the first couple of days, a certain werewolf also decided to tag along everywhere. whilst she was rambling in one ear, the mutt would be growling in the other. san got the message pretty easily; don’t get too close unless he wants to lose his life. he tried to counter it by shooing her away so he can ‘do his job’, but the hurt look that would settle over her face only made the werewolf even more upset. san was lost for what to do, and the two of them seemed hellbent on making his life infinitesimally more difficult than it needed to be.

it was around three days in when yeosang got bored of following san around, and so the mutt kidnapped her and held her hostage in the living room with him. he didn’t trust the stranger with his pup just yet, and if he had to keep her pinned to the floor with his own body to keep her safe, then that’s what he’d do! he was a guard dog after all… it had absolutely nothing to do with jealousy and hongjoong was a liar for ever claiming it did!

after that, it was harder to get to know darling, but san didn’t mind. he still got to hear her ramble about anything and everything every time he stepped foot into the living room, and he still got to see her every time she snuck away when yeosang’s attention was on something else for two seconds. for those brief couple of minutes, san found himself enjoying her presence immensely!

and then yeosang would storm in and snatch her away for himself again…

[blasphemousclaw]

Idk if you plan on doing the "questions-about-character-x" list yet, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Marika (maybe with a side of Radagon but mostly the golden strumpet).

• favorite thing about them

nothing hits me harder than characters who lash out because of the injustice or suffering they’ve endured… there’s something so cathartic about characters who make their pain and anger felt in the world in a tangible and consequential way. Marika is this character to me!! I think it’s so powerful to introduce her as an all-powerful goddess, keeping her at a distance as this enigmatic figure who shaped the world as it is today and then shattered it, and then to humanize her by showing us where she comes from and what she went through… she was never just a cold, distant, uncaring deity, but a person, with very human motivations and flaws. learning her backstory gives us so much context for why she did the things that she did and gives us the opportunity to feel close to her and empathize with her… I think she was always sympathetic in the base game, but she still felt so distant, so I really love how the dlc fleshed her out and made her character so accessible

• least favorite thing about them

this isn’t even about her, but about how the fanbase has responded to her writing in the dlc because like dear god

it almost makes me want to avoid content of her which sucks because I really like her LOL

• favorite line

“Hear me, Demigods. My children beloved. Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken. Amounting only to sacrifices...”

absolutely fascinating quote… we don’t really know the context, so there’s many different ways to interpret it… Marika urging her children to become a lord or a god is interesting, because when she deposed the Gloam-Eyed Queen and removed Destined Death from the Elden Ring, it seemed like she was fighting hard to stay in power and to become “Eternal,” but her children succeeding her would necessarily end her reign? This also almost seems like she’s encouraging conflict between her children… there can only be one god and one lord, after all. we don’t know when the quote was spoken, but it almost seems to reference Ranni’s sacrifice of Godwyn on her path to godhood on her own terms? is this a warning? is it a challenge? is it just the words of an extremely jaded and cynical goddess?

• brOTP, ОТР

ok I’m gonna do away with this format here because I just want to list some of her relationships that I really like without having to categorize them:

Marika and Messmer: the dynamic of Marika being a god-queen whose grace is blinding, and her son being born cursed with a serpent of the lightless abyss is so good… him taking up the crusade on her behalf, of his own volition, because he hates how he was born so deeply and will do anything to try to atone for something that isn’t even his fault, committing horrors in her name, is SOOOO

Marika and Radagon: I love pondering where one of them starts and the other begins, how they have opposite goals and worldviews but exist in the same being. really good

Marika and Rennala: I wouldn’t call it an otp but I like it as a ship. Marika being the one to steal away Rennala’s husband, but she actually IS her husband. unparalleled dynamic

• nОТР

there arent any Marika ships I’ve seen that I dislike

• random headcanon

I think she was horrified and disgusted by Morgott and Mohg AND she loved them still. omen babies would have their horns cut off, usually causing them to die, but omen babies born of royalty did not have their horns cut off, so they were allowed to live… I love the idea that Marika couldn’t bear to sentence her children to death, but she also couldn’t bear to look at them because of her past, so they were confined to the Shunning Grounds

• unpopular opinion

*cracks knuckles*

SO MANY people have the wrong idea about her. you’ve got people saying everything she did was justified, she didn’t go far enough, “total hornsent death” etc etc. and on the other hand you’ve got people saying the dlc writing is terrible because it’s excusing Marika for her crimes, it’s baiting you to feel bad for the hornsent and then pulling a plot twist that actually, they were evil and Marika was good the whole time!

both of these interpretations are flawed because the story is not arguing that the hornsent are fundamentally evil people, and it is not arguing that Marika is now blameless because of what she suffered. the story is rife with moments of sympathy for the hornsent’s suffering and examples of the crusade’s inexcusable cruelty, and so much of what’s in the base game showcases the cruelty that Marika’s Order has inflicted. just because the story is giving Marika a sympathetic reason for why she is the way she is does not mean that these facts cease to exist! sympathy for Marika, sympathy for the hornsent, and condemnation for the Golden Order’s and the crusade’s crimes can all exist in the story at the same time!!!!!

• song i associate with them

…how about this: if anyone has a song in mind, leave it in the replies or tags!

• favorite picture of them

Ranni holding her head u_u