#yknow . the mouth scrunch thing

[virgoevenus]

already miss my emotional support septum piercing stim

[mysicklove]

THE THOUGHT I JUST THUNK!! modern! tanjiro with braces?? with a mean/bully reader that teases him for em? they’re always sticking their fingers in his mouth, and poor tanjiro can’t help but get hard even though you’re making him cry 🥺

Sub! Tanjiro x Bully! Gn! Reader

CW: mean/bully! reader, sadist reader?, reader likes watching tanjiro in pain so yeah, fingers in mouth, knee pressing/knee humping, heavy degradation, pinning tanjiro to a wall, jawing gripping, praise at the end, sobbing/begging/pleading (yknow, the usual)

A/N: got me in shambles. ashi girly u may not be into this one...made this a little too self indulgent and ik u aren't too much of a hard dom. sadistic side came out so um poor tanjiro. my poor baby. also this is kinda rushed so oops (wow another poorly made content by mello! not suprised!)

"they hurttt," he complains to inosuke the second time today. he had gotten his braces tightened yesterday, and they have been throbbing for the past day. his hands reach in his mouth to touch them, whining when another flash of pain hits him.

you happen to overhear him, raising your eyebrows at the complaint and planning what to do next.

not even thirty minutes later you have him pinned him to a wall, snickering at his wide eyes. "O-Oh....Y/N. Whats--Whats up?" he asks, trying to ignore your malicious gaze. His stares at the ground, playing with his hands awkwardly.

your hand grips his jaw and he flinches when you force him to look at you. "ah metal mouth, heard you got them tightened. wanna see them," you coo, rubbing your thumb across his lips while he whimpers.

he knows what's bound to come. you always do these sort of things.

"noooo. please, t-they hurt!" he whines, shutting his eyes when he feels the tip of your finger touching the sensitive bracket.

"relax, ill be gentle. open your mouth." you know he doesn't want to obey, his eyes glance up at your nervously and pleading.

but, he listens. he hesitantly opens up his pink lips for your awaiting fingers. one hand grips his jaw, forcing him to look at you, and the other prods your pointer and middle finger into his mouth.

you slide your finger over the first bracket, and he jumps backward, hitting his head on the wall behind him. you ignore it, and push your fingers to the back of his mouth.

tears leak from his eyes, as they often do when you are around, and he sniffles. you use your pointer to gently tap on the molar, and he whimpers. "gentle! it hwurts!!"

"shhh stop whining. I know, I know," you mumble, and by accident begin to trail your eyes downward. you grin when you see the bulge in his pants, and you begin to laugh.

his eyes squeeze shut at the sound, knowing that you found out. he trembles before you, and his face is hot in embarrassment. "you're pathetic tanjiro. getting hard from me putting my fingers in your mouth."

he whines at the words, and more tears begin to stream down his face, and onto the ground. you push him further into the wall, and his hands wrap around your wrist in a plea. but you ignore it, and instead press your knee into his cock.

his eyes snap open at the feeling, his gaze trailing to your leg. a huffed breath comes out of him, and you run your finger over another bracket. his eyes snap toward you in an instant, in both fear and embarrassment.

"I thought "it hwurts!"." you mimic and he cringes at his own words. "are you that disgusting that you are getting off to your own pain? or is the thought of my fingers in your mouth making you so desperate?"

he tries to shake his head, but the knee rubbing onto him is making him dizzy. his ears are burning up, and he has begun to hiccup from his cries.

and then he begins to grind himself onto your knee. its shaky with his trembles, and he scrunches his eyes shut to help ease the embarrassment. you laugh again, and the sound seems to spurr him on. "look how wet you are. you're like a bitch in heat, humping me like that."

you press your fingers deeper, and he gags, drool dripping down his chin. his eyes flutter open, watery and pleading. "'m not!" he sobs, and you grin at him.

his movements become frantic, the grinding harder and faster. his pants begin to darker and his tongue laps at your fingers. "yes you are. so desperate, its sickening. are you going to cum in your pants?"

he tries to shake his head again in embarrassment. but he knows that you're right. hes going to cum in his pants because you. his bully.

your fingers continue to press down on the teeth and he tries to wither himself away from you, but it fails considering how close the two of you are together. "admit it tanjiro, you're pathetic."

"no!" he hiccups.

a squeeze to the jaw. he cringes, letting out a high pitched whine. "say it."

you glare at him, and he trembles under it. you press your knee harder and he grips onto your shirt. he babbles something into your fingers, and frown. feeling nice, you remove them from his mouth, and relax your hold on his jaw.

he heaves, his head falling on your shoulder with the newfound air. you begin to let out another teasing remark, when he cuts you off. "Im pathetic! Im so pathetic! let me cum. pleaseeee" he babbles, his body raking with sobs.

your eyes light up at the noise, and you grip his hair, pulling him backward. the two of you make eye contact and you smile at him. him with a fucked out expression, and you with a teasing grin. "good job! my good pathetic boy. cmon, you can cum."

his eyes widen at the words, and his orgasm seems to hit him like a train. his head hits the wall and he keens, quick shaky breathes escaping his lips. his fingers grip onto you, while his whole body trembles in front of you.

you chuckle through it all, watching his pants darken and the liquid begin to seep through and onto your leg.

when he comes back from his high he stares at you. long and hard, while trying to catch his breathe.

you pull away from him with a grin, "I'll see you around metal mouth."

he doesn't say anything, just continues to stare with burning cheeks, replaying the two words you told him. "Good job."

and so tanjiro found something that turns him on even more. when you praise him.

[thegamingcatmom]

How do you think the denalis would react to a reader who loves giving head?

Same question for the Resident evil ladies

I mean-

Pretty much that, LMAO.

Ofc they´re all for it. What´s not to love about a beautiful lady expressing that love and devotion by devouring you like she´s got them cravings? 😩🤌

So, I´d say the inward reaction is more or less the same, no matter which lady we´re talking.

On the outside, however-

Listen, some of us got a reputation to uphold, aight?

...With that said:

(Imma switch to "you" here cause it flows a lot better and makes for a more immersive feeling. ;3)

Warning Promise: Things are about to get rather gay.

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Tanya Denali:

doesn´t care about the place

outside, inside, up, down, above, under - great, she´ll take it

she does care about the position though

we´ve been through this - she´s no Bottom

so, don´t expect her to lie down like a pillow princess

she´s a leader, ffs

an alpha

she´s either gonna be sitting (preferably on your face) or standing

perhaps she´ll lift a leg for easier access if she´s standing

then it´s showtime

she enjoys herself thoroughly and has no problem letting the world know

why shouldn´t they know?

you belong to her just as she belongs to you, after all

let them hear

when she´s feeling particularly naughty, she´ll make sure to sound as much like a porn star as she can manage

to say she loves it when you turn as red as a lobster would be quite the understatement

it drives her wild

which is one of the reasons she does it in the first place

the other reason is to ensure her sisters won´t come within miles of the two of you

(and they better stay there)

...it´s also a massive boost to her ego though, it has to be said

seeing the effect she has on you, even when she´s the one receiving?

more often than not, that´s the final straw for her

Kate Denali:

like Tanya, she doesn´t really care about the place

but, unlike Tanya, she also doesn´t care about the position

she´s just damn happy to be here, yknow?

will curse

a lot

will also compliment you

a lot

it´s actually a combination, like-

"Fuck! You´re so pretty down on your knees. All f-for me? Fucking...p-perfect! My perfect little princezná. God-"

she loves letting you know what a mess she is

all because of you

her perfect little warrior

she´ll always worship you, even when she´s the one receiving

and not just vocally

she´ll touch anywhere she can reach

will comb her fingers through your hair

will cradle and stroke your cheek/s

stroke your back

massage your shoulders

just anywhere, yknow?

she needs that contact

(she might be a battle-hardened warrior, but she´ll turn into a huge sap softie for the right person)

she´s surprisingly sentimental too, afterwards

one might even call it poetic

"If my heart could still remember how to beat, it would race in your presence...my perfect little warrior."

Irina Denali

(I know that´s not from Twilight, but listen: I need me some gifs where Irina aka Maggie looks happy, pls and ty. 😭)

she´s big Mama

(yes, I´ll keep saying it because it´s important)

she finds your enthusiasm absolutely endearing

will giggle

hand covering her mouth and all

scrunching her nose

(she´s so precious)

unlike her sisters, she prefers a more private location

preferably in your shared bedroom

she might be convinced to do it just about anywhere in the house though, as long as it can be assured it´s free of prying eyes and ears

outside might work, but only if the area is rather secluded

(she´s a private person, aight? even more so when it comes to anything bedroom-related, like, excuse? it´s hard enough sharing you with her sisters, so she´s not gonna go and give some strangers a show that´s meant for her eyes alone-)

(...fine, and her sisters´)

(ugh)

vampires don´t get cramps or anything, but she still prefers lying down for it

it just makes the experience more intense for her because, despite being quite literally indestructible, she craves that vulnerability

it´s all about having someone you can bare your soul to, someone who gets you on a deep emotional level

she needs that connection to be able to fully let herself go

but when she does, oh boy-

she´ll make the sweetest sounds

whimpering, moaning, mewling - all of it rather high-pitched and shifting in volume, depending on how close she is

won´t stop running her fingers through your hair

will whisper sweet nothings

"My good girl...making me feel so good...I love you...so much."

will keep calling you her "good girl" all the way through because she loves seeing the effect it has on you

which affects her in return

which affects you in return

which affects-

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Without further ado, onto the Village Ladies!

(Not sure if you were referring solely to the Dimi sisters? Anyhow, my thirsty ass added two more, hope you don´t mind. 🙃✌️)

Bela Dimitrescu

she´s a Momma´s girl

which means she's a mix between condescending and encouraging

(more condescending though)

will keep calling you her "little one"

she talks a lot actually

someone has to make sure you´re reminded of your place, after all

and of hers

(all that talking is more or less for her own ego tbh)

(she´s got a reputation to uphold, aight?)

(she´s more bark than bite, most of the time)

(except when she isn´t)

(that shit hurts like a bitch btw)

"Look at you, little one...d-down on your knees for me...as it s-should be..."

"You should count yourself l-lucky, little one...to be in a position d-desired by...many-" *proceeds to break into incoherent mumbling*

"S-Serve me well, little one, and I will...I will ask Mother to...k-keep you..."

(jokes on you, that was never a question)

you would never dare say it out loud (you rather enjoy living, tyvm), but the fact she´s such a tryhard will never not amuse you

it´s very obvious she´s trying to mimic her mother

trying to be all intimidating and shit

emphasis on trying

because she fails spectacularly at it

every time

she reminds you of a spitting kitten actually

(those claws hurt like a mf though)

Cassandra Dimitrescu

(I fucking love that shot. Look at that lazy ass bish. You just know she cba about pretty much anything.)

she´s a bit like Kate actually

minus the whole worshipping

which means she´ll pretty much curse the whole way through

also loves to dirty talk

"Fuck! Someone´s been practising, hm? F-Fucking the maids in secret, are you? Dirty little whore, of course you are...f-fuck! MORE!"

she´s loud

very

and proud

very

she loves letting the whole castle know just what the two of you are up to

especially because it annoys the heck outta her sisters

(especially Bela)

also has her sickle with her

always

(it´s her partner in crime, what did ya expect?)

she´ll use it as a way to ground herself

literally

sometimes, it misses you by a hair´s breadth when she goes about impaling the ground right next to you or the wall she´s leaning against

dw, she knows what she´s doing

...probably

listen-

there´s no way she´s gonna let such a dedicated little thing like you slip through her fingers

much less on accident

what a waste that would be

so I´d say you´re pretty safe

(for now)

Daniela Dimitrescu

she´s vibrating

literally

getting her to remain somewhat still is a struggle, lemme tell ya

she´s like a hyperactive puppy

and she chitters like a little birdie

sometimes, she´ll hiss like a spitting kitten too

with Dani, you got a whole farm in your bedroom, it has to be said

she´ll keep telling you how much she loves you

then she´ll switch to almost beheading you

accidently, ofc

she´s just so...excited, yknow?

and she has a rather tight grip on your hair indeed

oh wait, she´s back to telling you how much she loves you

...

it also becomes painfully clear to her that you haven´t said it back yet

"D-Don´t you love me?!"

...

"Mine, you´re mineminemineminemine-"

that´s her fav word btw

she´ll chant it like a mantra almost all the way through

sometimes, she´ll scream it too

"SAY THAT YOU´RE MINE!"

...

she´s back to telling you how she´s always dreamed of finding true love

all loving and tenderly

a stark contrast to the maniac who almost beheaded you only seconds ago

accidently, ofc

she loves you

"Y-You´re mine...my...my Princess Charming...aren´t you? J-Just like...in the books...yes? We shall have a...A SPRING WEDDING!"

...

ofc my love, whatever you say my love

(I luv u pls no kill)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

she´s Big Mama

literally

but also Scary Mama

literally

she´ll have them claws out just because

(mostly to intimidate you, let´s be real)

it makes her feel like the apex predator that she is as she reclines in that big chair of hers

it´s massive, really

(we still talking about the chair?)

one leg propped up as she´s being served like a true queen

as it should be

she´ll watch you with a mix of endearment and loftiness (much like in the gif)

dancing the tips of her claws along your back

or stroking them up and down

or running them through your hair when she´s having an extra soft moment

(those are rare)

her other hand is occupied holding a glass of wine

(duh)

swirling it occasionally

taking a sip here and there

in the meantime, she´ll be fantasizing about all the ways she could end your life

(shit turns dark rather quickly in this household)

a swipe of her hand would suffice...

it´s about power, aight?

thinking about the power she holds drives her wild

she also loves taunting you

"Sssuch a nimble little mouse..."

"Or perhaps...masochistic would be a more fitting term, hm? So eager to ssserve...a dragon..."

you won´t catch her moaning and whimpering like a mutt in heat

instead, she´ll draw out some of the syllables

or hiss

sometimes, she´ll pause in between words (probs the most apparent sign that what you´re doing is affecting her a lot more than she lets on)

when she´s getting closer, the occasional grunt might escape too

more like a growl, really

however, despite her aloof demeanor, she can´t deny that she finds your devotion most...charming

that´s probs why she keeps you around in the first place

cause we all know Big Mama likes getting her ego stroked

among other things

Mother Miranda

oh boy bird

she´s Birb Mama

feathers and all

she´s also crazy Mama

crazy eyes

crazy smile

yes, she does smile

occasionally

it´s more a smirk, tbh

she does so enjoy it when her devoted little followers show her just how devoted they are

she´ll wear them robes ofc

parted just enough to allow access

feathers poking out here and there

gotta be careful not to swallow one or smt

that´d be hella uncomfortable for sure

anyhow-

you´re in the church

(duh)

but the things going on there are far from holy

she´ll stand before you

more like you´ll kneel before her

as you should be

no hands

you ain´t touching none of that

divinity shall not be sullied by the likes of you

(...we´re not gonna talk about the fact you´re sullying her alright in this very moment)

just like Big Mama, she´ll taunt you

"Is this what you wish for in your prayers at night, hm?"

running her claws (aka her rings) through your hair

"Tell me, child...does this village harbor more corrupted souls such as yourself?"

grip getting tighter

and tighter

claws starting to dig in-

*hiss*

the sound of pain evokes a small chuckle

her grip loosens a smidge in response though

(see? she´s a huge softie :3)

"Perhaps I shall cleanse it, hm? Liberate it from its sinners... What do you think, little bird?"

it´s a rhetorical question ofc

(thank fuck)

Miranda does as Miranda damn well pleases

(the idea of Miranda threatening to erase a whole village while she´s being served is so real though)

she´s very composed, all things considered

("all things" being: you eating her out as if your life depends on it)

(I mean...)

it´s almost like she´s talking about the weather or smt, honestly

then she removes her rings

the only indication you´re nearing the grand finale

now she can actually hold on tight without having to worry about impaling your pretty head

very much so

shit hurts so good like hell

but it´s also a precaution

the thing is...Miranda might not be vocal about her feelings

but she doesn´t have to be

her transforming is all the confirmation you need

it´s her way of letting go, you could say

she won´t go all out though

just parts of herself

her fingers being one of them

(yall are familiar with her mutated form, right? them fingers be going on for days)

hence, the precaution

she has lost quite a few rings that way

she´s grown rather fond of the current set

it´s got black tips and all

🖤💅🏻

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Yall noticed how it got more unhinged as we progressed? The slow descent into madness was real with this one, LMAO. 💀

I could feel the obsession starting to creep back in with every word, lel. Dani might have just become my fav among the daughters. :3

Thanks a lot for your ask! I had a lot of fun with this one. 💋

[buckgasms]

Doctors barnes and Rogers drabble where reader is contious about her after birth body?

Well this is very very sweet indeed 😍 thanks for sending this in 🩵

Also I have never been pregnant so forgive me if the recovery time is unreasonable 😭 it is fiction after all 😘

They'd be so good at making you feel better and more secure as well.

I feel like they would make a point of saying positive things about your body, like how amazing it was that you had carried their little nugget and how proud they are of you.

Little comments about how soft your skin is, how you are still glowing, things like that, making you fizz with pleasure.

Maybe they find you one evening, after your bath, standing half dressed in front of a mirror in the bedroom you all share. Your face is tight and scrunched up as your hands skim over your tummy and breasts. Then you turn and look at your bottom, which has grown in a way you don't particularly enjoy.

They come in and ask you what's up, but you don't really register them until Steve wraps his arms around your body, hands drifting around your waist. "What's going on sugar?" He says softly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You shrug and look at him in the mirror. "I just don't feel like myself yknow? I don't think I'm as sexy as before..."

Bucky scoffs in the distance pulling the sheets down on the bed and fluffing up the pillow. "Honey, have the last 10 months taught you nothing?"

Steve chuckles as you grunt, his hands drifting across your skin, warmth spreading where his fingers touch. You turn your head to nuzzle into his neck, enjoying his kisses.

"We find you very sexy sugar... Look at these pretty tits hmm, all full and sensitive? And your thighs all soft and pillowy, just wanna lay my head there for hours..."

You giggle and moan as he gently squeezes your sensitive breasts, making you grip his wrists. As he gently pinches your nipples you whine, the pleasure going straight to your core.

Bucky circles round and stands in front of you, enjoying the view. Your eyes already feel glassy and your legs shake under Steve's touch and Bucky's stare.

"If you feel up to it sweetheart, we could show you just how sexy you are..."

You nod slowly, nibbling your finger and leaning further back into Steve's broad chest. Bucky slowly kneels down, hand brushing along your thighs, tickling behind your knees until he's kneeling at your feet.

You gasp as his lips start pressing along knee, moving with gentle purpose up to your inner thigh. He drifts from one leg to the other until he's kissing right across your tummy and down over your mound.

Steve isn't idle as you both watch Bucky, his fingers still pinching and pulling at your nipples, teeth grazing over the shoulder, occasionally pausing to suck bruises on your shoulder.

You are guided to lift your thigh over Bucky's shoulder, your balance steadied entirely by Steve's hands and body. You emit a whine when his lips connect to your soaked heat, licking at your folds and sucking gently while you wobble above.

"Does that feel good sweetie?" Steve whispers in your ear and you nod, but ever the boss he tuts. "Come on baby, tell Bucky, tell me how good it feels..."

"S..sgood...ah..fuck" you whimper and shamelessly grind on Bucky's face. You can feel his smile against your skin before he pulls away, quickly rubbing his thumb against your clit. His mouth and beard are shining from your wetness and you can't help but burn from embarrassment.

"She taste good?" Steve asks and Bucky nods, curling his finger ever so gently within, making you buckle under the sensitivity. "So fucking sweet. You wanna go?"

Decisions were made around you and Steve carried you to bed, but this time Bucky settled behind you, hooking his legs around your ankles, holding you open for Steve.

Always so serious, he inspected your heat with professional vigour. Bucky used his fingers to spread you open for Steve, who came in close, breath teasing you and making you shudder.

"Please... Please Dr Rogers..." He chuckles as you giggle. "Such a tease."

But he waste no more time before delving in. You hadn't realised how sensitive Bucky had made you until Steve was licking and sucking at you with precision, wringing every bit of pleasure from your shaking body.

"How do you feel honey?" Bucky whispers in your ear, hands back to teasing your breasts. "Do you feel sexy now? Do you understand what you do to us? How much we fucking love you, and want you?"

You whimper as Steve slides a careful finger into you and curls, your whole body twitching against Bucky's restraint.

You repeat 'yes' over and over. Whether it's to Bucky's question or the pure pleasure coursing through you but in a few moments you are crashing into your peak, crying out as the pleasure spreads from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

After a while you have barely moved, but Steve has indeed placed his head on your thighs and rubs soothing circles on your tummy. Bucky is still holding you tight in his lap, stroking your hair and pressing kisses to whatever skin he can reach.

"You gotta know sweetness, how perfect you are. So beautiful. But we are always happy to help if you need a reminder..."

[ermegtei]

❝orange sheets❞

៚ tighnari, kazuha, xiao, albedo

ᝰ mornings with genshin boys ☆

꒦꒷ i had a fun time writing this so i wanted to share it ;) UNEDITED pls ignore my mistakes i'll fix it later <;/3

tighnari loves admiring your sleeping face.

perhaps it's the drool that's rolling down your chin. or your rosy cheeks, likely due to you sleeping under the blanket. either way, you're adorable. he could just look at your face for hours and hours until you wake up—ah... you woke up already.

then come on, get ready with tighnari.

he smooches you, seperating with a pop!. a small groan escapes your throat from the sunlight peeking through the curtains.

"you wanna get up?" a slow nod was all he needed to push down the blanket and hop off of the bed, scrunching his nose as he stretched his sore muscles.

despite the walk to the bathroom being very shot, you still held hands, intertwining your fingers with his. you missed him, even in your slumber.

getting up early together was uncommon. one of you wakes up earlier than the other and leaves for lecture while the other... well yknow.

you sat on the toilet, rubbing your eyes since you were still groggy from the deep sleep you had. you hadn't slept like this for a while. was it because you didn't have to force yourself up from the alarm or was it because you rested well in his arms?

your thoughts were interrupted from your red pucca toothbrush in your face with toothpaste on it. ah, you forgot you left your toothbrush at his home.

you lazily took it from his hand as you glanced up to see him with his garu toothbrush in his mouth, a smile decorating his face at your droopy eyes.

in each others eyes, you both looked like love itself.

you put your toothbrush in your mouth but you didn't make an effort to actually brush your teeth, just letting it stay there, resting on your tongue while a few drops of water dripped onto your face from tighnari rinsing his mouth.

he wiped his hands with your shared pink towel and with a raised eyebrow, he asked—

"aren't you gonna brush your teeth?"

"i'm.. tired." despite the satisfying sleep you still couldn't move your arms.

he crossed his arms, an amused look on his face as he watched you sit still, perhaps hoping for something.

"you're not a kid anymore." he grumbled, crouching down infront of you as he pushed your bangs out of your face before grabbing the toothbrush, holding it in a position comfortable for both of you.

he let out an ahh as if telling you to open your mouth, so you did.

kazuha is... confusing.

he's both a heavy sleeper and a very light sleeper.

sometimes he wakes up at the asscrack of dawn because you sleeptalked a bit. sometimes you could be laying on top of him, suffocating him and he would still be sleeping like a bear.

and today was one of those bear days as you called it.

it was 12:56am. though not very late, you woke up hours ago and you were incredibly bored so you tried doing many things to wake him up.

you poked his cheek, gave it a few hard slaps, even tugged on his hair and gave him cpr because you were starting to get concerned for your boyfriend who didn't move a single muscle during these long dreadful hours.

you hoped these would've woke him since you didn't wanna exactly shake him awake but it did little to nothing so you gave up, pouting and slowly facing the other way to leave kazuha alone and maybe get a bit of sleep yourself.

and it seems your tiny movement was the stupid thing to finally wake him up.

you almost wanted to call him aurora, not because he was sleeping as much so much but because he was as beautiful as her.

the lazy smile when he saw your face set butterflies in your tummy, the feeling still pulling at your heart strings despite how long you have being dating him.

"have you been waiting long, my love?" he asked despite the answer basically written on your face in bold.

"i've waited like,,, an eternity. now let's get up please." you pulled him up despite his protests to lay down a bit and cuddle. (you almost wanted to but held back hehe)

with a loving gaze and a lazy grin, kazuha managed to get you to sit infront of him on the couch as you scratched your head a bit before shifting into a position that's easy for him to brush your hair.

he loves your hair, short or long.

he gently brushed the knots, chuckling a bit at your ouch!-s.

moments like these make you appreciate how simple and calm he is.

trying to heal someone who doesn't want to be healed is gonna end with you being hurt, they said.

but they didn't know anything.

they didn't know how he watched over you, his healer.

you slept rather late so it was obvious you were gonna wake up late too. but that was fine with xiao, who couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.

he didn't want to burden you and interrupt you from your dreams so he sat next to you, lap covered with the blanket.

when you would talk his ears off or just cling onto him, he didn't have time to think about anything other than you. but with the room being completely silent and your soft breathes barely reaching his ears, he could only think about the future.

his future.

would you guys still be together in a few years, or would you finally realize how unworthy he is?

would you guys marry? or maybe even—

"g'morning..." your quiet voice startled him a bit. he turned to look at you and saw your left eye open while the other was closed, still trying to get used to the bright light from above you two.

"a-ah, i'll turn it off-" when he was about to pul off the sheets you quickly gripped his forearm, slightly squeezing to feel his soft skin.

"sleep." you only let out before pulling the covers over you two, holding his waist tightly as if you guys weren't close enough already...

it made xiao almost a bit jealous at how easily you were able to doze off but letting out a small sigh, he closed his eyes while holding your head to his chest.

what he said about not being able to sleep no matter what... might've been wrong, proven by you ♡

albedo was so used to pulling all-nighters, he could go days without sleeping until his body HAS to shut down.

you had a breakdown last night, sobbing into your arms, fat teardrops falling onto the table like a river. you had to finish this assignment by 6am in the morning, random timing but that's what your professor said.

you hadn't slept the other day so it was already taking a toll on your body but your assignment wasn't even close to finishing. your hands shook as your fingers messily tap tap tap!-ed on the keyboard.

your grades on this class was not so good and your professor gave you chance to get extra points but you still couldn't do it.

filled with frustration, your blurred vision failed to notice your boyfriend walking into the room with concerned eyes.

all you could remember was him rubbing your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead while you weeped into his hoodie. but as your cries turned into soft hiccups, he talked you into laying down.

you knew you shouldn't have but hearing his voice begging you to rest was just enough to soothe you to sleep.

a disappointed sigh left your lips as the horrifying image of a big red F lingered into your mind.

too late now, you could smell a sweet smell coming from the kitchen and a smile unconsciously made its way onto your face.

quickly jumping up, you made your way over to albedo, placing your hands on his hips and squeezing as a 'surprise!'

despite you being behind him, you knew he was smirking.

"you okay?" he turned around to rub your bare arms, his hands that was usually covered in gloves, also bare. his soft palms felt like feather tickling your arm.

you nodded, a soft smile painted over both of your faces. though you thought he looked like a sculpture compared to you

he turned his gaze to the table and raised his eyebrows, an indication to go sit down and so you obeyed.

when you sat down your eyes shifted to your laptop, the memories from yesterday tugging the corner of your lips down.

but the kiss on your eyelid and the plate of breakfast albedo made for you erased the thoughts like a breeze.

"i'll be back soon, okay? eat well and take bath." though his caring self made your eyes turn into hearts, the first part of his sentence also made the frown appear again.

a low hearted laugh escaped hid throat but he rubbed his thumb on your hand before walking to the door and putting on his shoes.

as soon as the sound of the door closing rang in your ears, something in you was telling you to check out your assignment one more time, even if it was 10am now.

you don't know what you expected but your lips parted and your eyes glistened at the screen.

"Assignment sent.

5:59am @______"

[pupyuj]

sudden thought abt a stripper au,, like dom stripper reader and nerd (loser<3) virgin yujin.. yjn friends convincing her to go after exam week and yn having a weak spot cause yujin was so easy to get flushed arrrghg😩

im making this g!p IDCCCC IT'S SO PERFECTJDBCKFFJ YUJIN 🤤🤤🤤 idk how strippers operate so i kinda just .. did anything 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but thank you for this ask anon i was smiling the entire time writing it dkfnjfkdj

yujin really didn't wanna go there 😭 sure exam week ended but she still had lots to worry about, and the concept of having to 'unwind' and 'relax' just simply didn't exact to an overachiever like her, so she was pretty much fighting her friends about the whole thing until she finally caved in cuz she's spineless after all WHAT A LEWSERRRR 🤣🤣🤣 gaeul walking yujin through what she should do once she arrived at the club over the phone while yujin herself was otw there 😭 yujin asking a bunch of stupid questions and nearly choking on her spit when gaeul told her to 'get her virgin dick sucked dry by a hot girl'... she wasn't exactly a prude but god sometimes gaeul can be so... vulgar...

yujin stepping inside the club with her stupid glasses, academic decathlon varsity jacket, and a messenger bag that had a book inside.. who the fuck reads at a club???? her face immediately scrunching up at the sight of men, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and— oh god... there you were in the distance.. dancing in a sparkly dress that was too short, your lacy lingerie showing just a little bit to get the crowd riled up, smiling and winking as the losers at the bottom of the stage throwing bills at you... yujin was so hard.

JSJDNDKFJF YUJIN RUSHING TO THE BATHROOM, LOCKING HERSELF UP IN A STALL AND CONTACTING GAEUL 😭😭😭 gay panicking to the max, babbling about the prettiest girl she has ever seen and refusing to leave the stall and 'seize the moment' like gaeul was saying bcs of her hard on 😭 gaeul basically bullying yujin to fucking go back out there and try to catch your attention 😵‍💫 and yknow what... she does! there you were, doing what you do best on stage when you suddenly take notice of this unbelievably cute girl staring dumbly at you, her mouth slightly agape and legs closed tightly which of course you knew what that meant.. and usually you would grimace bcs you hated perverts but this girl was just too adorable to hate 😩😩

yujin's glasses being halfway down her nosehdjfhfkf, she was practically drooling and nearly suffered a heart attack when you winked her way. clutching onto her bag for dear life, which she used as a cover for her cock bcs goddamn she has never been this hard before... how can she even leave her seat without being noticed??! sjdbfkdkc yujinnie feeling overwhelmed by what you did to her body, and also the stench of men all around her so she runs for the bar bcs at least there wasn't a lot of people there :(( but you still watched her, and she still looked at you and god you were basically eyefucking each other yujin could have come in her pants right there 😭😭😭

omgomgkmf inviting yujin to a private room after your little performance ,, the loser almost literally shaking in her boots when she saw you sitting near the edge of the bed, already looking at her like you want to eat her whole... one leg crossed over the other, wearing a different dress this time but it wasn't any less slutty than the last,, yujin felt like she was losing her mind,,,

"figured you'd be cuter up close," were the first words you said to her, raising your chin and scanning her up and down. omg yujin could explode,,, timidly settling down next to you when you invited her, having to scoot closer bcs she sat far away 😭 "i'd like to know your name, darling." KHSDKBK yujin barely uttering a word but thankfully enough you were used to people biting their tongue around you so you understood her immediately .. patting her thigh and telling her to relax,, climbing onto the bed and coming up behind her,,, taking off her bag, slowly pulling off her jacket, coming close to her ear.. breathing down her neck while she leans back into you,, oh she was helpless, and now she couldn't hide her boner,, not when you were literally cupping it in your hands, chuckling softly in her ear when she whimpered,,

poor baby has never had her cock touched by anyone before :((( so she couldn't help but want more :(( "aw, baby, you need a lot of help, don't you? look how hard you are..." you were saying, watching as her dick grew and grew inside her pants sjdbffjfjjf making her take off her pants only,, the sight of this girl's big cock poking through her boxers, stained with precum, did things to your body but you had to be professional... after all, you couldn't just give your body away for free 👀

"ah, right. i'm still at work," yujin nearly whined when you separated from her and left the bed . standing in front of yujin, who was breathing heavily, fogging up her glasses, hair kind of a mess around her face but she was still the cutest thing you have ever seen 😩😩 "one rule: no touching, yet. be good and i'll reward you handsomely, yujin-ssi, deal?" you asked as you unzipped your dress . yujin nodded desperately, and you could swear you could just reach over and pinch her cheeks . but no, you had a job to do! 😤

yujin's jaw dropping slightly when your dress slid down your body, leaving you in your lingerie that gave yujin many many thoughts... thoughts of her ripping that bra off your body and feeling your tits in her hands, very vivid thoughts of her pulling your panties to the side and fucking your ass,, but no touching, you said... and yujin could definitely be a good girl, for now! 😏

the big loser staying frozen in her seat while you danced around her 😭 she kept her hands tucked underneath your thighs, doing everything in her power to bite down a moan as you pushed your ass against her bulge.. she was feeling dizzy... she could now see why gaeul loved these kinds of things so much 😵‍💫 turning around and straddling her, hands all over her toned body while you grinded your pussy on her cock... you couldn't resist holding the girl's face and kissing her, which you didn't normally do considering your customers didn't behave half as well as she did 😳😳 she was a good kisser too.. bravely pushing her tongue inside your mouth, actually making you moan.. then you're leaving kisses on her cheek, her jawline, her neck where you made sure to leave a mark.. and then you feel her body tense up, and you're hearing her moan...

"love, did you just come?" you asked with a laugh sjdbfjksf yujin hiding her face in your chest, ears all red, and that was all you needed to know 😭😭😭 "aww... i guess it is about time, anyway. you did a good job." you pet the girl's head before getting off her lap, and then you kneeled down on the floor, smiling innocently at the girl while you slowly pulled off her boxers.. dear god was her cock big!

"w-w-what are you about to do...?" she asked, both scared and horny out of her mind.

"you'll see."

and then yujin was whimpering :(( clutching the bedsheets tightly while you stroked her cock :(( then you leaned in and licked off her cum from earlier, making the girl moan loudly at the feeling of your tongue on her dick for the first time 😵‍💫 baby was so sensitive 🥺 nearly crying bcs it all just felt too good, losing her head when you circled her tip with your tongue,,, just falling in love with her voice and how cute she was making the smallest noises when you do anything at all🥺🥺

finally taking her cock in your mouth.. the poor girl struggling to keep her noises in 😵‍💫 head thrown back, legs already quivering, shaking her head as you steadily took in all of her length.. mistaking that action as the baby not liking this at all, so you pulled away, concerned :(

"would you like for me to stop?"

"w-what? no, i... it felt good.. do you want to stop? cuz i can l-leave if you don't actually want to do this... i wouldn't want to force you or anything..." oh, she was too cuteeee :(((((

ofc you didn't want to stop, this girl's cock was to die for.. so you went back onto slowly sucking her off, sometimes looking up to have a glimpse of her face, all flushed and red... "unnie, you're r-really pretty..." she says suddenly??? 😭😭😭 if it were anybody else, you would have rolled your eyes but something about this girl just made your heart skip a beat :((

finally moving your head up and down at a moderate pace, yujin's fingers threading your hair and she was moaning so much 🥺 "unnie.. unnie..!" such an endearing girl! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yujinnie being driven by pleasure alone that she puts both of hands on your head and started controlling your pace.. all she wanted now was to come in her pretty unnie's mouth, so she was moving you fast, grunting as she dug her nails into your scalp... you didn't mind the pain at all, you wanted this girl's cum down your throat 😳

choking a bit while yujin finally came, the girl holding your mouth down on her cock not really realizing that it had gotten hard to swallow considering you could barely breathe sjdbfjisfk "oh! s-shit, sorry unnie... i'm sorry..." she was saying after you've forced yourself out of her hold,, see you should be pissed bcs she made a mess out of you but you were smiling at her, you might have a little crush now!

and ofc you cleaned her up with your tongue, you would be crazy to waste her cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 helping the loser put her jacket back on, feeling your chest warm up when she shyly pulled you in and kissed you 🥺 "unnie... can i see you again?" she was asking as if this was a first date 😭😭 you really could not express enough how cute she really was.

"of course. just ask for '(y/n)', and i'll be here."

yujin smiles widely "(y/n)... (y/n)-unnie... okay!"

it was safe to say that you crumpled up into a ball, giggling to yourself after she left 😩 it was the yujin effect 🤭🤭

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

i’m too lazy to write this but imagine a post 2.06 jim/olu/archie fic where the dynamic thus far has been “all three of them hang out a lot and sometimes get really touchy and cuddly in a way that still has plausible deniability and nobody has actually defined or talked about what’s going on yet” which is what was going on when all three of them were dancing together at the party. so post ep they all end up back in their room and they’re kind of getting ready for bed but kind of just talking and goofing around and jim is in a sort of giddy hyper mood and they’re all happy and vibing and then jim suddenly is like “guys. guys can i tell you a secret” very seriously and archie and olu are both like “oh shit yeah of course babe”

and jim is like “guys. i’m really horny right now”

and then olu and archie look at each other and the thing is that both of them have hooked up with jim exactly one time each and since being back on the ship it’s only been hand-holding and cuddling, not even kissing—although one time all three of them were cuddling with jim in the middle but then jim was like “brb i gotta pee real bad�� and left olu and archie cuddling there and it was painfully awkward for like five seconds and then they started talking and lost track of time until forty minutes later they were like “wait is jim still taking a piss?”—so neither of them know what the deal is here. so archie raises her eyebrows and olu raises his back and archie nods her head in jim’s direction and olu scrunches his face up all confused and archie raises her eyebrows more and nods again and then mouths “you?” and olu out loud says “me?” and archie’s like “yeah, i mean, if you want” and olu was like “oh for sure, but i thought—i mean, yknow, just assumed you’d want to-” and archie’s like “oh yeah, i definitely do” and olu goes “so if you want—i mean, yknow, ladies first?” and archie’s like “oh, for real? i sort of thought you had dibs” and olu’s like “dibs???” and archie’s like “yeah cuz, yknow, first come first serve. or maybe we’re taking turns, bc last time i went-”

and then jim is like “actually never mind neither of you get to touch me now”

[nxghtstxne]

"like a date"

Warnings: None

Pairings: JJ Maybank x reader

Word Count: 1392

Summary: JJ and y/n had been instant best friends since she moved here from the UK, feelings have been growing until a night on the boat changes everything.

Y/n had moved to Outer Banks a couple of years ago from the UK, moving in with her grandpa in his little house nestled somewhere between The Cut and Figure Eight; not quite pogue but not kook either. After a walk on the beach and running into Pope and Sarah, she soon became inseparable from the group called the pogues.

It was a cool Tuesday night and y/n and JJ had found themselves wrapped up in blankets with snacks and a beer or two on the HMS Pogue, floating softly by the makeshift dock at the back of the chateau. Music was playing from y/n’s phone, a mixture of her favourite songs and some that JJ had forced her to add to the playlist, claiming that she needed to ‘broaden her music taste’, the two had a special relationship, ever since they had first met y/n had calmed JJ down, making him rethink all of his insane plans and he had bought her out of her shell; being more on the introverted side, he was one of the few people that instantly made her want to talk and be herself. After having a crazy few days of picking up extra shifts at work at the gas station, or petrol station as JJ and the other pogues teased her for calling it, and other stuff, the best friends had made plans to hang out, just the two of them, wrapped up and comfortable on the floor of the boat. The sun was just starting to set, JJ chugged the rest of his beer down, making y/n laugh as she saw a bit dribble down his chin causing him to laugh, covering his mouth, eyes flickering over to her. Her head was back leaning against the edge of the boat, hair tucked behind her ears, she had a light blanket over her lap and was wearing his hoodie, sleeves pulled over her hands holding her own beer. JJ hadn’t told anyone but his feelings towards the girl had changed over the years, at first she was just a friend, a good addition to the group, her light and calm energy had fit in perfectly with the chaos that came with the pogues, he wasn’t quite sure when it all had changed but now whenever shes near him, his heart beats a little faster and his stomach fills with butterflies whenever she touches him or they hold eye contact for maybe a little too long for just friends. And seeing her like that, relaxed, with the golden light from the setting sun shining somehow just right on her skin and spending time with just him was making those butterflies reappear. 

JJ didn’t realise he was zoned out until a soft hit to his thigh and then another to his arm brought him back, “huh?” he murmured, running his hand through his hair and looking at her. 

“Where’d you go? I was just talking about this lady that came into work today.” she giggled at the way his nose scrunched up and he shook his head, his hand coming over to grab her legs that were by his side and pulling over his lap, her body now facing him still leaning against the side of the boat.

“Nowhere! I was jus’ thinking..”

“Oh you know how to do that?” she teased, giggling at the way he scoffed and shook his head.

“Yknow what? Give me that-” he reached for her phone and unlocked it, his face id working on her iphone, smiling at the fact that she even wanted to set it up with him. He changed the song and watched as she started smiling big, “Oh I love this one!” He knew all of her favourite things, as did she with his favourite things. Instantly she started to softly hum and sing along as JJ was drumming along on her legs, still on his lap, they were both giggling and laughing at each other as the singing got more serious and louder, y/n now using her hand as a makeshift microphone and JJ doing the same, forgetting about his ‘drumming’. The sun had set fully now, a soft blue tint covering the OBX, birds and bats alike flying about overhead. The two of them now serenading each other, pointing and mouthing the words, laughing at each other. 

The song finished and the playlist carried on, JJ and y/n still laughing as she rested her head on his shoulder, he placed his hands back on her legs on his lap after fiddling with his shark tooth necklace. “JJ we should do this more often, I love the others but I love just us too.”

“Yeah we should, like once a week or something for sure?” 

“It’ll be like a date! Once a week.” JJ took notice of the excitement in her voice and in her eyes but his head only replayed that one word a date, surely she didn't mean it like that? y/n would never want to go on an actual date with him would she? In her eyes they were just friends, JJ was sure of it. That didn't stop the slither of hope in his heart that just maybe she would want to go on an actual date. 

“What's wrong J?” she whispered, lifting her head off his shoulders and tangling a hand in his hair, lightly scratching his head. She had noticed how quiet he was, quite the opposite to how JJ usually is.

“I- I jus’- I don't know.” He sighed, he wanted this moment to last forever, no chaos, no gold chasing, just him and his girl on the HMS Pogue, on a nice cool night. And if he told her how he truly felt then maybe she wouldn’t want to do this anymore. But what if she did want this?

“I want this to last forever y/n, jus’ you and me. I don't think I've ever wanted anything more actually.” He looked at y/n, her eyes looking straight back at him, a small smile on her face when they locked eyes. He swore he felt his heart and mind calm down at that, “I like you y/n, more than I've ever liked anyone before and I was always scared to say anything cause like what if you don’t like me like that and I ruin everything and-” he was cut off by a soft giggle and a squeeze on the hand that was rested on her legs, now in her other hand. 

“J I like you too, I have for awhile and I really thought I was being obvious but clearly not-” Another giggle escaped her lips at the look on his face, eyes locked on hers and his mouth hanging slightly open, “I couldn’t imagine liking anyone else as much as I like you, you make me feel the kind of happy and loved that I never thought I’d ever feel.” They were facing each other now, y/n cross legged and still holding JJ’s hand.

“I wanna do this J, if you do too?” JJ nodded with no hesitation, grabbing her hand back tightly,

“More than anything yeah I do” He leaned closer to her moving his free hand to hold her face, waiting for y/n to show that she wanted it. Y/n moved forward slowly and he pressed his lips to hers for a gentle kiss that they both have waited years for. Y/n pulled away first, laughing when JJ whined and chased her lips for another quick kiss. 

“So does this mean I can finally take my girl on a real date?” He asked, his thumb still softly stroking her cheek, 

“Your girl huh? I like the sound of that” 

“You've always been my girl but now it’s like official official y'know?” He smirked and watched as a blush covered her cheeks.

“I like that” Y/n whispered.

“Yeah?” JJ whispered back, “Yeah” She replied, putting her head back on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her to him. The smirk never leaving his lips but only growing when the playlist shuffled to a song that caused y/n to gasp and start singing along to again. They were definitely going to be doing this more often. 

[mochees]

— two tortured souls

dazai osamu x chuuya nakahara | wc: 3k | crossposted to ao3

TAGS: drabble, angst, depression, post-corruption ability use, soft/comfort, generally low mental health mentions, chuuya has a BATH, use of petnames for teasing.

A/N: hihi!!! long time no write!!! remember when i dropped the most depraved, disgusting, self indulgent eremin fic ever and then dropped off the face of the earth with empty promises? me neither, moving on! anyway. been wanting to get back into writing lately but yknow..... the undergrad life........ but i find myself with too much time now that the semester is over so have a drabble thing i wrote a year ago and then just never posted lmfao. it was supposed to be longer but i just couldn't get the ending right so i left it kind of open i guess? anyway skk is real to me

Willingly sacrificing your autonomy is so much more than physically exhausting. Corruption leaves Chuuya feeling truly empty and insignificant. It makes him feel as though he really is just a vessel for something else. An empty, fleshy shell that doesn’t even belong to him. Unlike the physical exhaustion, however, the feeling lingers. It hangs around like a morning fog, obscuring everything as far as he can see. It’s disorienting and restrictive. Most of all, it’s loud. The voices that dwell in the fog are so loud, much louder than anything Chuuya has ever heard, and they echo. They echo, bouncing off of each other and amplifying every emotion, every word, every moment of despair.

Chuuya can’t remember how many days have passed since he used corruption. At least two, maybe even three. The fog is so thick that days eventually just blur together, and time turns into molasses. Resigning himself to a night or two in darkness, he tucks his knees against his chest and covers his ears with his arms, attempting to block out as much of the noise as possible. 

But you can’t silence your own guilt. 

It was pitch black in the house by the time Dazai arrived, which was unusual, but he figured that Chuuya was either tucked in and fast asleep already or strewn across some surface with a movie.

“Chuuya ~,” he sang. “I’m back ~!” Concern grew on Dazai’s face when the routine groan of usually completely false annoyance didn’t sound. He counted all the hats in the closet as he tucked his own clothing away and muttered to no one in particular, “he’s definitely here…”

The detective took a few steps before he sounded again, “Chuuya? Where are you?” The absence of an answer worried him further. No matter how tired, angry, or drunk Chuuya was, he always made a point of greeting his partner as unenthusiastically as he could.

Dazai made his way through the house, checking a few rooms before he found Chuuya. Scrunched up in the far corner of the bedroom, his faint form was desperately trying to be swallowed by darkness. Even for someone who consistently allowed themselves to actually be swallowed by the darkness, seeing Chuuya in such distress and anguish was deeply unsettling for Dazai. Chuuya always surrounded himself with people, and for him to look so alone–

Dazai shook off his thoughts and made his way over to the man, crouching low a few feet away.

“…uuya? Chuuya?” When he didn’t respond, Dazai raised his volume a fraction.

“Are you alright?” Chuuya jumped a little, unaware that someone had crossed into his world of anguish.

Dazai chuckled. He couldn’t help but find it a little humourous; it’s not often he was able to get the jump on him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Dazai?” Chuuya’s voice was hoarse and distant, and Dazai immediately steeled himself.

“Are you– what happened?”

The executive didn’t answer. He just stared—not through Dazai or at anything; he just looked ahead with no purpose. Chuuya could hear something but could not decipher the sounds for the life of him. He only realized they were words when he noticed Dazai’s mouth moving.

There was nothing about Chuuya's demeanour that told Dazai he was conscious. But he also wasn't unconscious. God knows Dazai is all too familiar with Chuuya's unconscious mind, and this wasn't it. There was no light in his eyes, but they weren't lifeless. It was as if Chuuya had trapped himself in his own body, caught between two states of being. He didn't know if Chuuya could even process what he was saying in this state, but he also didn't want to stop. Perhaps Dazai believed in a silly idea that the sound waves might reach him, that they would guide him through whatever limbo he was in. 

Once he finished, Dazai rose from his place on the floor and made his way to the bedroom door. Chuuya could see him leaving, but he couldn’t hear his footsteps. All he could focus on was the voices getting louder again, and the second that Dazai was out that door they started to echo again. Unwilling to fight them, Chuuya lowered his head back down and let the pressure build in his chest and ache his muscles.

Physically, the pain was no different from a hard day's work, but emotionally, it was excruciating. Every breath was hell. Each inhale wound a cord up tightly, but breathing out did nothing to release it. All of the fibres in Chuuya's body felt like they would snap and finally grant him a moment's release, maybe even exhaust him enough to sleep, but they didn't. Instead, they grew tighter and tighter, digging into every strand until it inevitably cut him into a million little pieces.

When Dazai returned, he was greeted with a sight more devastating than before. Tension was emanating from Chuuya like heat from a grill, and he looked positively hopeless.

“Chuuya,” Dazai’s voice was uncharacteristically soft—unfitting, really—but he hoped it might help Chuuya focus. “Will you come with me?” He waited a few moments, giving the redhead extra time to process.

To Chuuya, the sounds outside his head would die before they could fully reach him. The echo was good at drowning everything out like that. 

But luckily, Dazai always did have a talent for evading death.

“You don’t have to do anything, I promise. I’ll–” He hesitated. How can you promise to take care of someone else when you’ve never been able to care for yourself?

“–I’ll help you. Please, Chuuya. If you stay here, it’s not going to get any better.”

Chuuya Nakahara knows that he is right. Of anyone, Osamu Dazai would know, wouldn’t he? It takes him a little while, but with a few shaky breaths and silent tears, he lifts his head and places his hand in the one outstretched before him. This won't fix him, but he has to admit that when Dazai rubs his thumb along his skin, it releases some of the tension in his shoulders. Dazai leans forward and slowly reaches for Chuuya’s other hand, stiff from how tight he was grasping onto his other arm.

“Okay, up we go.” Wasting no time to get Chuuya out of the isolation he'd built for himself, Dazai does his best to support as much of his weight as he can while holding his hands. He doesn’t know how long Chuuya had been sitting there, but he reckons his legs have probably gone numb. As if on cue, Chuuya almost falls right back down before Dazai has a hand on his waist.

“Careful.”

Chuuya's eyes are red and puffy, and his agony has left trails down his cheeks. Chuuya has always been beautiful to Dazai, stealing heartfelt glances when the former isn't looking. But seeing him like this is, in a way, even more breathtaking to Dazai. It means that after all these years of being so sick of each other's mere existence that Chuuya, his rival, his partner, trusts Dazai enough to shatter before him completely. Bringing Chuuya's hand up to his mouth, he lets his lips linger for a few moments as they wait for Chuuya's legs to regain feeling.

Once Chuuya is stable, he lets go of the shorter man’s waist and leads him with one hand, still petting his thumb across the freezing expanse of his hand.

Chuuya doesn’t know what his partner has been doing, or maybe he does. He can’t remember right now; he doesn’t want to. Wherever Dazai is taking him, it takes no longer than twenty seconds, but he feels like a stranger in his own home, wading through the thickest pool of molasses. He can see a straight hallway ahead of him, but it seems like an endless maze of twists and turns. One foot in front of the other, he tries to tell himself, but it’s hard to tell your feet what to do when you feel like a stranger in your own body to. He can feel his face growing wetter as they arrive at their destination. However, in a brief moment of relief, he realizes that they're not tears but steam.

For the time that he had disappeared past the threshold, Dazai had run Chuuya a hot bath and made him something simple to eat. Knowing all too well what feeling this way does to one’s motivation and desire. But honestly, the last thing Chuuya wants to do right now is to bathe. It’s far too much work, and he’d rather be back in the dark in the corner or under a blanket. Even if it meant he’d be alone with his stupid fucking thoughts.

“I know it seems like a chore, but it will help, Chuuya.” Dazai’s familiarity with the muddied waters of one’s own psyche was currently vastly irritating. Chuuya knows that he’s right. He does, but even then, it’s still too much for him to handle right now.

Dazai takes Chuuya’s other hand back in his own. “Do you want me to stay?”

“I– I don’t know.” His voice sounded better to Dazai, the steam probably settling in his throat.

“It’s okay not to know, but I can’t stay here with you if you don’t know.”

Chuuya snaps his head a little at that, shooting his partner an exhausted expression. Dazai gives a slight smile at the motion and gives the others' hands, still in his own, a reassuring squeeze. Perhaps it’s a little morally wrong given the circumstances, but he thinks that he could have a little, tiny bit of fun with this.

“Would you like my help?” He asks again, and Chuuya nods his head before practically collapsing into his arms.

Oh, it is absolutely morally wrong, but he can’t help himself, so he softly teases the man. “Such a gentleman! Flirting with me before we spend the night in each other's company!”

That earns a tired groan from Chuuya who is not willing to put up with Dazai’s usual jeering, but also not unexpected of the brunette to choose the completely wrong time to make his jokes.

“I’m sorry, my darling.” He uses the pet name, knowing he’ll be able to get away with it tonight since Chuuya is too tired to fight him. He runs his fingers through red strands, waiting for Chuuya’s breathing to even out in his hold before moving his hands down to the hem of his shirt. Deft fingers slip underneath and rub small circles into the skin there.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Upon receiving a satisfied hum of approval, he lifts Chuuya’s shirt over his head and drops it onto the counter. Staying out of your head is hard when you’re alone. Knowing Chuuya has already surmised his partners' intentions of distracting him, gently, Dazai pulls him back into his chest and runs his nails down his back. Chuuya’s skin was already freezing before, so he can’t tell if his goosebumps are from chills, or from him. He hopes it’s the latter. After a few seconds, his movements shift into steady pressure trying to work out the tension that Chuuya had cultivated. When he feels Chuuya fall further into him, Dazai is pleased with his work already.

“Chuuya,” he presses harder when he finds a particularly knotty spot at the base of Chuuya’s neck. “Unless you want to get in with your pants on, you’ll have to take them off.”

This earns Dazai a particularly unimpressed look when Chuuya pushes off his chest.

“What?”

Chuuya continues to stare.

“Did you want me to do it for you?”

Well, Chuuya supposes that Dazai can’t help the fact that he is an idiot. After all, he did promise to help. He rolls his eyes and lets out a particularly rumbly sigh, and drops his pants himself, kicking them to the side.

“So forward of you~” teases Dazai.

Turning towards the tub, Chuuya grumbles. “I hate you.”

Dazai grins again. Even if he still feels worse than shit, he’s glad to see Chuuya with a little bit of his fire again. “I know you do. Here, let me help.”

Holding onto Chuuya’s forearm, Dazai helps him settle into the bath. Chuuya resumes his form from earlier in the night, but much more open. His arms are propped on top of his knees, hands hanging down, and fingers just dipping into the water. Dropping his head in between his shoulders as the heat surrounds his aching body, blue eyes fall shut. Then, he releases a deep breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in. Dazai has his arm across the edge of the tub, resting his head with eyes full of admiration. With Chuuya completely bare in front of him, he traces the flow of his body with his eyes. Stopping often to archive all the little things he loves. Soft red hair that he can't help but play with. Shoulders that he's cried on. The gentleness of his otherwise blood-soaked hands. Even the scars littered across his skin, Dazai loves. They look much better on Chuuya than on him. He reaches out and just barely grazes the sides of Chuuya’s fingers above the water.

“What are you so happy about?”

Dazai hums in response, and Chuuya blows a ripple on the water. They spend a while like this—still, just next to each other, the only sound being an occasional jittery breath.

Dazai interrupts the silence by dipping his fingers into the water and letting the droplets roll off onto Chuuya’s shoulder. 

“Feeling better?”

Chuuya wiggles his fingers in the water, trying to find an answer below the surface.  

“C’mere, and turn around.”

Chuuya turns his head, resting it along his arm and staring the man down.Dazai can read it in his eyes: For what. 

“You’re still tense. So come here.” He presses his finger on the edge of the tub. “I didn’t get to finish getting all the knots out.”

Dazai is not as good at hiding his intentions from Chuuya as he thinks he can be. “You just want to play with my hair.” 

Dazai knows this. He feigns being insulted anyway, throwing his hands into the air. “And so what if I do? Is that a crime? Is it wrong of me to want t–”

“You’re real insufferable, y’know.” Chuuya turns his back to the side of the bathtub.

Dazai smiles sweetly. He likes that so much of their relationship can be left unsaid. Sure, sometimes it probably shouldn’t be unsaid, but it’s fine. Dazai is happy. “It’s why we work so well together.” 

He gets to work on dissipating the rest of the fear and anger in Chuuya’s bones, occasionally and very intentionally, getting sidetracked and twirling a lock of hair around his fingers. At the mercy of Dazai's frighteningly deft hands, a particular spot just above Chuuya's shoulder blade earns Dazai a groan—one he oh so graciously accepts. Working lithe fingers around it, Chuuya leans his head back onto Dazai as the little ball of stress is pulled apart, strand by strand. 

Chuuya's neck is deliciously bared, and Dazai is an opportunistic man. He trails kisses up to just below red lashes, slow and endearing. He continues massaging throughout, placing a final one on fluttering eyes before dragging his lips back down to Chuuya’s ear. 

“The water’s getting cool, my love. You should really get out soon.” Dazai is very pleased with himself when Chuuya shudders.   (He is an opportunistic man, after all, and it truly is such a wonderful opportunity to be the most annoying man on the planet.) He lets his mouth fall down to Chuuya’s shoulder, resting for a moment and trying very hard to hold back the biggest, dopiest grin. Of course, Chuuya can tell. He can sense the smallest shifts in Dazai's behaviour. Although, this time he could tell by just feeling Dazai's facial muscles straining against his shoulder. But Dazai doesn't need to know that. 

 "...Shut up. Get me a towel." Chuuya does a very bad job of hiding the blush on his cheeks. 

Dazai just smiles at his partner, he can't see, but it's a smile full of fondness. One with admiration, love, and as much as he'd rather die than admit it, respect too. Letting someone see you have a complete breakdown, watching as the industrial strength glue you've used to keep yourself from falling apart rapidly starts to degrade, and still trusting that they won't think any differently of or diminish you, takes so much courage. It takes so much trust to rely on someone, even someone you love, to help you set the pieces back together. 

That's something Dazai has never been able to do. He can't let go of that vulnerability, and he cannot have it used against him. Of course, deep down, Dazai knows that Chuuya would never do that to him, but it's hard to turn off those thoughts. It's hard to think of yourself as worth loving and caring for when you have never loved or cared for yourself. 

"Hey, are you okay?" The smile on Dazai's face is forlorn. Realizing that Chuuya is reading him like a book Dazai masterfully shifts his expression, changing the atmosphere around him. This is not about him, and he shouldn't be making it so. 

"I'm just peachy, Chibi!” Chuuya doesn't press any further.

Dazai wraps the towel around him, pulling at the ends to bring his partner closer. Taking a second to look over Chuuya, he notes that his eyes are no longer red and puffy, and his skin has a sheen from the moisture in the air. He truly is the most breathtaking person Dazai has ever had the displeasure of meeting. 

With Chuuya at his chest, he leans down and kisses the man. It's needy, in a way. Soft and tender, but full of so much want, so much need. Like if he couldn't be close to Chuuya anymore, he would simply explode. Dazai doesn't know how to express it though. How he would articulate these thoughts in a way that feels right, so he settles for something simple. Maybe it's not as meaningful, but he trusts that Chuuya understands anyway. 

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hewwo anj!!!! I was reading your post on how you break down arthur's likeness and how you study/what you noticed for him body language wise, how his facial features are, etc. and if that's possible, would you ever do the same for merlin? Regardless, thank you for ur merlin art ily ❤️🫶

sorry i took forever to get to this fyscka!! i got real busy lmao. anyways thoughts abt it under the cut

once again going to try not to sound weirdly obsessive abt this stuff because it sounds more insane when i put all the details into words when they just like. exist as nebulous thoughts in my brain. idk anyways

more tracing because tracing is good for figuring things out.. also fun. when you trace things a bunch for practice you pick up on the repetition like. how someone's face looks with different movement and the overlap between them. like how similar a happy expression can be to an aggressive expression and how similar an aggressive expression can be to a terrified one. if that makes sense

it is interesting too with merlin because he varies a lot over the seasons? not just with being yknow. older. like hes thinner in s2-4 than s1+5, and we all know how much his haircut varies. i dunno i just think facially he varies a lot more than arthur

sorry again for crunchy images heres a few specifics i tend to notice

when hes fighting or putting in a lot of physical strength/effort his mouth pulls up high and his nose scrunches which causes a crease from the corners of his nose. same crease as you would see when he smiles, but since the nose is scrunched the part of the crease next to the nose is more prominent. usually when i see people scrunch their nose like that it wrinkles on top of the bridge but his seems to wrinkle more at the sides. also eyebrow furrow very important

hes got a very strong chin its rather large and squared off. his eyes and the folds beneath his eyes crinkle a lot when he smiles. the smile lines appear with a point to them. also hes got a very prominent adams apple

low eyebrows, widest at their arch which is more lateral. ill talk more abt his teeth in a minute but hes got the american girl doll teeth when his lips are parted lmao

his eyes are pretty deep set, so when you see him in profile theres a good bit of distance between the bridge of his nose and his eye. when his hair is longer the hair around his ears tends to curl towards his face. same w the hair on his neck. his nose has a pretty subtle bump to the bridge and then the tip turns up a bit, but overall Not an upturned nose

his ears stick out we know this..... you can see the contrast of the hollow of his cheeks vs his mouth muscle sometimes (usually more in s2+3). his nose is in a pretty neutral position here

as opposed to this one where his nose broadens a little with his smile. smile lines again pretty triangular.

faces are soft and when one feature moves usually the others slightly move/change with it. some other things are teeth which i meant to talk abt in the arthur post too, but yeah. merlin's got pretty prominent front teeth, and arthur's got his one crooked canine. hair also is (at least to me) pretty important... his hair is always cropped above the eyebrows and imo he's less recognizable as merlin if its not. its not especially fluffy or curly either. not to say he cant be drawn with different haircuts haha, sometimes it just makes him a little harder to recognize

again body shape + language is just as important is not more so, bc we're drawing a character not an actor!! theres a few things i think about w merlin

- hes pretty thin with the exception of s5, but always pretty lanky lookin - just generally pretty angular? idk - he is somewhat broad but the slouching and not being shredded (usually) tend to negate that a little - he crouches a lot or pulls his legs up when he sits (hes so real for that) - when hes not using his hands they tend to just be at his sides, when he's standing he'll put them behind his back sometimes, when talking he'll gesture with them usually around his head or hip/waist level - he slouches more than arthur, his shoulders are usually somewhat forward - when he's confused or teasing often he'll push his head forward - tilts his head a lot when hes teasing or happy or confused - draws his shoulders up to his ears when he's uncomfortable, confused, or frightened - whereas arthur moves very purposefully, merlin moves in a way that just looks like he has a lot less spatial awareness idk a better way to describe it lmao. like u know hes clumsy even when he's not actively being clumsy

honestly i dont tend to put too much detail in faces because i dont draw in a very realistic style so i tend to lean more into shapes and body language to make characters recognizable, but knowing how the face works still plays into it a lot?

anyways i hope this makes at least a little sense lmao

[acheronist]

as an Autistic lesbian i must say, i have never ever enjoyed making out and have always felt like.. there’s No Way that people actually enjoy this. the idea is romantic but the whole thing is just *scrunched up kermit face*

SOLIDARITY!!!!!! like.. it's fine.... I don't hate it but I also have never been super into the actual process of it yknow. i get squeamish and bored and start thinking about mouth germs too much and it loses a lot of appeal very quickly

[odetolove]

His head nods fervently at the exclamation of his brother's name, not knowing what other answer it could be. Even with your confession, he still was so sure his observations were right--a trait of his he prided himself in. He was so sure of everything that he remembered and saw; had he just interpreted it wrong this whole time?

His mind focuses back on the present as you ask the same question he just asked, more so a question for yourself than him. Blood rushes to his ears as he waits for your answer, his hands once again rubbing on his sweatpants--a habit he still kept from volleyball to ensure nothing interferes with the ball.

He takes your slight pause to think back to high school, to all the numerous interactions between you and him. As he recalls, you were always kinder to him than Atsumu; though, he just guessed its cause Atsumu was a little shit, even more so than him. Whenever he did ask for your help, you always dropped whatever you were doing to help him. You would insist that you didn't have anything important and rushed to help him before he could even protest.

And as the memories flood back to him, he even recalls the times Atsumu would tease you both about 'dating' each other. Osamu just assumed his obnoxious twin did it because he knew his crush on you. So, when you would get flustered and wave it off, he thought you were uncomfortable so he had to fight, physically, to make his brother stop. Realizing it now, you probably weren't uncomfortable; you were probably just as flustered as he was.

Maybe he wasn't as observant as he thought he was.

His mind zeroes back into your words, his face heating up before his eyebrows scrunch again. It's not a memory he likes to recall considering what bullshit the third-year spat out. But if he's honest, he can barely recall anything else except for that and Atsumu and Suna pulling him off the bloody and bruised guy. He's a little grateful you only saw the aftermath but still a little shameful for letting his emotions get the better of him. Though, he doesn't regret it; if meant defending you, he'd do it over and over again.

Your compliments warm his cheeks, shifting around in his position. He scratches his neck, unable to meet your eyes once more as he presses his lips together. "I mean ya can say that about anybo--", his words cut off as he absorbs your words. He drops his arm, tilting his head as the look of confusion, and now curiosity, etches onto his face.

"Whatcha mean?" He leans forward as he tries to look at your face, trying to read your expression. He tries to reel in his own thoughts, berating your mind that you could mean something totally else. Right? "How do I handle ya huh?"

--Samu

(NO PLS ILOVE THE PLOT LINES TOO DSFJ I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD THIS TIMESLDKJF)

i could nearly die from embarrassment the second the last sentence leaves my lips. wondering if it was because of my close proximity to him and the habit of actually speaking my mind when i was with him. my eyes widen when he leans closer- body facing me.

ah, well-

i stutter, trying to find a way out of the hole i seemingly dug myself in, thanks to my big mouth. i bring my hand up- tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear, a nervous tick. looking at everywhere but his eyes, knowing that if i did i would crumble under the sight of his kind eyes. my stomach twists with the possibility of him finding the way i think about him gross- but i had already gone this far with telling him the truth. sighing for just a second, i come back just a little braver, back straightening up to look at him too.

yknow, sometimes i get a little mouthy-

my nose scrunches at the times i’ve challenged both him and atsumu, poking jokes at about how much smarter i am than both of them, harmless jokes that come with being friends with someone for so long.

a-and i can be cocky, get an attitude when things don’t go my way… and the fact that i don’t like being told, ‘no.’

i ramble, taking a strand of hair and running my fingers down the length of it absentmindedly- scrunching my nose at the way my attitude sounds spoken out loud. blaming it on the way i had always been coddled and treated like basically a princess by the twins, osamu specifically, knowing deep down that he seldom ever says no.

and when i get like that, i like the way you hold your ground. know you just raise your eyebrows at me and it’s game over.

my cheeks flaming by the time i finish speaking, words growing weaker and weaker. embarrassed by how much i like his doting and yet unforgiving nature. eyes pinned down to his lap- unable to meet his eyes any longer-wondering of what i said was too much, whole body thrumming with want and embarrassment, sitting there before him after i had just said all those things.

it… makes me wonder, things. if you’re like that in different aspects of your life.

i whisper, shrugging, trying to keep things light and easy for my own sanity.

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Xen managed to finish the rest of his shift, his leg burning when he had to move some rubble out of the way for some citizens trying to move their vehicles inside. Sure it hurt and burned and he wanted to throw himself into the ocean, but he couldn't, he still had a job to do, and people who relied on him.

He barely made it back to his apartment. Which looked almost void of anyone living there because he was rarely home. He did perk up a little more when a good smell hit his nose. "Who's home?" he called out warily. He pulled his mask off and hung it on its hook, no matter who it was knew his face anyways, and started walking down the hall.

"Just us." Dennis called. "Nicky and Luca figured you'd need some help during the storm so we all came to help make sure our Firestarter was gonna be okay." They poked their head out of the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah! Making lots of soup!" Luca shouted.

Xen rolled his eyes. "Didn't I tell you guys not to come in here without letting me know? I don't think my boss would be happy about random people being in my home." He walked over, but kept enough distance so hopefully no one noticed the patch of dried blood on his chestpiece.

Nicky paused her cutting of onions to wave before going back to it. Once down she put the onions in a bowl and slid it to Luca. She washed her hands off before turning to Xen. "How was work?" She signed.

"Not too bad. Mostly helped people move stuff around." Xen leaned against the wall. He shifted a little so he could rest his leg.

Dennis climbed to sit on the counter. "That's good. We didn't see anything on the news so we figured it had been an easy day." They stretched out. "But also we knew with it being so bad this time around there probably would just be a lot more preparing. Like sure this is the time to strike but what villain would strike just to lose everything yknow?"

Luca nodded. "What's the point of an empire thats washed away?"

"Yeah, that's what we figured as well. Other than petty crime it was nothing." Xen rubbed his face. He let his head lean against the wall. "What soup are you guys making?"

"Chicken noodles and Nicky's helping me set up some loaded baked potato." Luca replied. He pointed to the pot on the stove. "That should be enough for two days, and the loaded will be enough for three dinners. Then I was gonna make something for tonight."

Xen nodded. "Okay, I'm going to go get my boots off and get into something more comfortable." He pushed off the wall. He went to his room, closing the door as soon as he was inside. He peeled his boots off, biting down on his lip to stiffle his groan as his thigh shifted. How he was going to make it through them being here he had no clue.

He peeled his suit off. He decided to tackle his shoulder first. He undid the messy bandaging he'd hidden under his suit, tossing it into a pile. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of more blood. "God damn it-" He grabbed the first aid kit kept by his bed.

Nicky slipped into the room. "Knew it." They signed. They grabbed the first aid kit out of Xen's hand, pushing him to lay. They popped the lid open and started pulling things out.

"Please don't tell the other two, they'll just worry and it's not that bad. I just bashed myself up while lifting things," Xen said. He knew that was a blatant lie, but, he didn't think Nicky could tell. He peeled more of his suit off to let Nicky have plenty of space to work.

Nicky nodded his head and got to work. He started with grabbing the alcohol pads and cleaning the area up. He turned his phone flashlight on, checking it over before leaving it on the bed. He grabbed some of the anti-bacterial cream and put some on. After that he put some gauze down and used the paper tape to hold it down.

Xen was biting the inside of his mouth to stay quiet. His nose scrunched some as well.

"Anymore?" Nicky asked.

Xen shook his head. "No, the only other major anything is I slammed my knee into a stand and it kinda fucking hurts-" He chuckled some. Please gods Nicky get out of his room.

Nicky nodded. "Good. Hurry up, soups almost done." She climbed off the bed and went back out to the others.

Xen sighed. He rebandaged the cut on his thigh on his own. He then grabbed some baggy sweats and a loose shirt to wear, changing into those and leaving his gear in a crumpled pile in the corner. Once done he went out to the others. "Hey." He didn't bother as much hiding the limp, as he now had a somewhat plausible excuse for it.

Luca grinned as they saw Xen. "Hey, just about to dish out bowls if you want to get the silverware out."

Xen nodded. He went over and grabbed the spoons out of the drawer. "Were just having soup right?" He knew Luca and changing plans last second, he didn't mind it so long as he still knew what was going on.

"Mhm," Luca replied.

Dennis pulled the table out from its folded position against the wall. "Here we go-" He went back in the kitchen to help out set the bowls out while Nicky set the chairs in place.

Xen set the spoons out, plopping down in a seat to wait for the others. He wanted to rub his shoulder but knew he probably shouldn't. "After we eat can you guys please head home? I don't want you getting caught in the storm. One of you may deal in ice but that doesn't stop rain and floods." He looked right at Nicky.

Nicky pursed their lips and sat in the chair closest. They gave a very easily well known sign for Xen to shut up, a middle finger.

Xen chuckled. "What? I told you you'll never live it down."

Nicky crossed his arms on his chest.

Luca giggled as they brought bowls in with Dennis right behind. The two of them sat the bowls down. "Oh stop you two." They sat down on the other side of Xen. "Let's eat, and yes. After that we'll make sure things are picked up then leave so you don't worry."

Dennis smiled. "Mhm. Now let's eat before my stomach claws it's way out to eat the food itself." He chuckled and started eating.

Xen chuckled and started eating. He was lucky Nicky didn't ask questions, but at the same time, if Em found out he'd be in so much trouble. Just gonna have to double check things more often.

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[that-one-guy-who-does-the-thing]

i hope we get a new intro sometime this season

ok so this is OUR steven in this melon baby i believe

LAPIIIS oh my GOD THE MELONS ARE FEEDING M..malecite? MALEKITE DREAM STEVENS

STEVEN WE LOVE YOU AAAAAAAAGH I LOVE YOU STEVEEEEN oh wait jasper is down in the crack of the earth im sure that wont come back to bite steven and peridot anytime soon

unrelated kinda but ive been singing along to the intro and i think just once they should replace "we'll always find a way" with "we'll do it anyway" idk i just think it would be cool if it was more thematically relevant

steven: yknow i actually kinda feel bad for the zombies

uh ohhhh steven is psychic and feels the gem shards dying

the big bubble/.....................................

i love you green thing

nooo... lapis lazuli from mindcraft....... come back...... again...

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

oug is this another hologram backstory i smell??? :D

steven: you WILL become sister number 5...... or... 7..?

steven universe how to draw anime artstyle.................

steven: you WILL be friends

oh my god the rubies are so cute

nice falling episode. reminded me kind of of season 1 stuff. a bit. we've been doing so much continuity it's nice to have just a falling episode

who is this old man DEAD BEAT DAD?????? OF COURSE THE TITLE OF THE EPISODE

this old man looks like his breath smells really bad but always points his mouth at your nose when he talks

ADS NOOO FUCK OFF oh onion you are a Weirdo

HES NOT THE STEPDAD HES THE DAD WHO FUCKING STEPPED. UP.

holy fuck greg

if i really wanted to i could analyze the lyrics of that ending song that seems to be playing a different part of a full song every episode but unfortunately my first ever ex who i had a terrible ending with used to sing it and also im just not that into songs like that in the first place they make my heart and sinus areas weird so ill just not

yknow im just realizing it's cool seeing the difference between pearl and greg's interactions with steven -- particularly in the "this is a different person than rose quartz" department. greg has consistently seen steven as his own son for the entire time, but pearl has in the past fixated on steven technically being rose. fun.

THEYRE GOING TO EMPIRE CITY FROM SONIC UNLEASHED..... AND BRINGING PEARL YAY MORE CHARACTERS WHO ORIGINALLY DIDNT GETTING ALONG LEARNING TO BE FRIENDS!!!!!! wow that sure does happen a lot on this show huh. well, i'm not complaining, i love seeing people be friends :O)

oh... this ep is gonna end with greg spending all of his money

"it's over isn't it why can't i move on" all being sung on the same note is such a good little uh, uh, uh, whatever it's called. symbolism? whatever singing the same note over again is like not moving on an instrument

STEVEN CAN PLAY PIANO

yay theyre friends ! :D

GREEN THING BACK AT THE HOUSE and shes a DOOOORRRRKK !!!!!!! :D

oh christ not this guy again ok let's see it. any character development gonna stick this time?

oh no oh no oh no oh no please get out of lars now

ok lars switched was not very painful to watch for the most part because steven is just awesome

GREG IS THAT GUY THAT WANTED TO FUCK HIS CAR FROM THAT ONE TV SHOW

cgi car spotted cgi car spotted oh FUCK ITS THAT LOSER FROM THE DANCE

i love them.. yea i was thinking we hadnt seen connie in a while

food

hi onion

PSYCHIC STEVEN EPISODE

i love rose's portrait being super scrunched up because the camera is looking at it from a weird angle

man ben shapiro would really hate this show wouldnt he

something about this shot on the beach with the cheese in the water and the water on the horizon is super familiar to me for some reason

i love you garnet

gee i hope they. get around to the whole curing all the corrupted gems thing instead of just leaving them bubbled for the entire show.... say, come to think of it, that sounds like a plot thread that could be spun out into an episode about "dont just sit around at a place you're stuck at because if you do nothing then nothing gets better"

LAPIS IS BAAACK

JASPER IS BAAAACK ohhh shes an allegory for abusive relationships ..oh wow that was short

oh hey rose

CONNIE EPISODE LETS GOOOOOOO

jasper is acting... weird

oh thats why ok then

CONNIE EPISOOODE

oh. oh no amethyst is un-character developing. steven is outgrowing the gems because he has connie also.

ohhh its the plot of the next episode...

yknow pearl's hair reminds me of duster mother 3. i know i always say that about hair that goes backwards but shes also got the sideburns

theyre always overcoming differences and resolving interpersonal conflict super fast... or maybe i just avoid interpersonal conflict so much that i dont know how it's supposed to work?? or maybe because the runtime is 11 minutes.., oh well it's cool to see people be happy with each other

oh! an old friend!

bismuth seems cool :o)

oh,,, she did NOT get the good ending in undertale...

ROSE LORE ROSE FORESHADOWING

LAPIS AND GREEN ONE

I THINK JASPER IS HERE

oh no no no it's not jasper its her dogsWAIT NO IT IS JASPER

ANOTHER STEVEN FUSION UEEAAAAAAHHH

jasper's perverted fusion motif is kinda ,idk the word but im noticing it. noticeable? kinda cool? interesting? idk

omg are they gonna do that thing that one episode of adventure time did where they did a bmo centric episode where finn and jake were gone all day but then a season or two later they went back and showed finn and jake's side of the story

"hey you guys wanna be prisoners too?" thats fucked up amethyst haha

i love the rubies i hope they become our friends

STEVEN IN SPACE?????

:( mom stopped at the neutral ending in under tale

oh! thats it for the season? ok woah ok then ., uhhh ok so full disclosure i think i already know about the twist with pink diamond but i could also just be making shit up

watching steven universe for the first time. still on season 1. im noticing over half of the episodes are like... it's like regular show in that the first like half of the episode is relatively normal and kind of slice of life??? or at the very least just kind of stuff happening, and then after that shit picks up to a thousand, but unlike regular show it's taken super seriously and oftentimes what feels like act 3 movie character development happens out of nowhere. like idk some of these episodes have moments that would feel more deserved if there was more buildup or if it was part of like a multi-part special or something.

but other episodes are more like early adventure time. i cannot explain why

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Hail to the Chief

“Happy Wednesday, my nerds!” you call out as you unceremoniously drop takeout bags on Derek’s desk, rolling your eyes and flashing your Visitor badge at Anderson when he opens his mouth to protest your intrusion.

“Well hello, lil mama, what have we here?” Derek grins and rubs his hands together, peeking at the receipt stapled to one of the brown bags as Emily begins digging through the one closest to her.

“It’s Thai food,” she answers in a sing-song voice, snatching her usual order up and blowing you a kiss in thanks.

“Aaron and I were supposed to go to dinner,” your mouth twists in mock annoyance as you point out the dress and heels you’re sporting, “but someone had to cancel. Hence-” You gesture grandly to the veritable feast before you like one of the models on the Price is Right.

“I hate that he had to cancel-”

“Again,” you interject.

“But I love you for this,” JJ smiles as she swoops in to collect her green curry.

You deliver Spencer’s pad thai to his desk next, closing the case file in front of him and replacing it with his dinner- and a fork in lieu of the provided chopsticks. “You’d better eat that whole thing before you touch that report again, mister,” you insist, pointing to your eyes, then his.

You shoot Penelope a text and she comes teetering in on her cute floral heels within minutes, grabby fingers outstretched for her favorite milk tea. “You’re the bestest human ever, yknow that?” she grins, lovingly squishing your face.

“Never hurts to hear it again,” your nose scrunches in response before she retreats to the bat cave.

Having dutifully provided your boyfriend’s team with sustenance (Dave’s finally taking advantage of the vacation days he’s racked up), you take a seat in an extra chair and roll your way in between Derek and Emily.

“What’s got your boss man held up?” you ask, snagging a piece of chicken from Emily’s dish and popping it in your mouth even as she playfully growls and bites at you.

“Budgetary meeting,” you follow Derek’s gaze up to Hotch’s office where he sits at his desk across from the Section Chief. Even from your spot on the lower floor, you swear you can see the glazed over look in Aaron’s eyes.

“Gross,” your lips curl in disgust. “Should we fuck with him for funsies?”

Emily raises an eyebrow as she chews, intrigued.

“What are you thinking?” Derek asks with a mischievous grin.

“Well…” you absentmindedly fidget with your friend’s favorite pen, rolling it between your fingers and clicking it as you consider your options. “He was, shall we say, riled up this morning. I can work with that.”

“Ten bucks he cuts the meeting short,” Emily points her chopsticks at Derek, all business.

“I see your hustle, and I raise you twenty plus a round of beers he doesn’t stand up to shake her hand after,” he cackles in response.

“Thirty I can’t walk tomorrow,” you mumble to yourself with a grin.

“What was that, lil mama?”

“Hm?” you turn to Derek innocently. “I said I’m ready when you are.”

You snag Derek’s desk phone from its receiver, dialing the extension for Aaron’s office before leaning back in your chair to catch his every movement.

You see him offer a quick, “Excuse me,” to Chief Strauss before his nimble fingers pick up.

“Hi, is this Unit Chief Daddy?”

You watch in delight as Aaron’s mouth twists into its signature frown and he clears his throat. “Speaking.”

“I’ve missed you all day, daddy, and I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

Derek shakes his head with a chuckle as Emily leans her elbows on her knees, gleefully watching the action unfold. “Yes, I’ve heard about your case,” he answers measuredly, his dark gaze flitting down to the three of you, short enough that Strauss doesn’t register the momentary lapse, but long enough that your cheeks grow warm with a blush. “I’m in a meeting right now, can I call you back for a consult?”

“No,” you huff indignantly, “because you look like you want to blow your brains out right now, and I want you to blow my back out right now.”

“I assure you, it’s of the utmost importance to me- and my team- that your case gets the attention it deserves,” he counters, the innuendo not lost on you. You watch as he puts his hand over the mouthpiece and hear his muffled explanation that, “It’s the New York field office.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenge like the brat you are, knowing it’s a sure fire way to get your man worked up. You shoo Derek away with a giggle, only allowing Emily to hear your more lewd commentary because your best friend already knows way too much about your sex life- much to Aaron’s chagrin. “Well how about you come down here and give my case some attention in the form of your hot, wet tongue, hm?”

“That’s certainly an interesting body part for an unsub to covet,” he swallows thickly, shifting in his seat. Emily shrieks beside you as Strauss leans forward, intrigued by the insinuation of a killer worthy of the BAU’s attention in New York.

“God, I wish I was with you right now,” you moan softly, “under your desk sucking you off like the little cock whore that I am. What’s stopping me from coming for you- I mean, up to you, right now?”

“I wouldn’t act on that information just yet,” Aaron responds, his voice a shade darker despite his efforts to maintain his composure.

“Let’s finish this up tomorrow, Aaron,” you hear the Section Chief offer quietly, indicating the paperwork you assume is laid out between them. “Keep me updated on this case,” she instructs before gathering up her files.

Your boyfriend nods in response, remaining in his seat as he shakes her hand (earning a groan of defeat from Emily) before she takes her leave. You surreptitiously slide your hand down to hide the offending device, using your free one to wave to the blonde in greeting. She smiles and nods in response, and you only dare to lift the phone back to your ear once she’s crossed through the glass double doors.

You look back up at Aaron’s office to find his piercing gaze boring holes into your very soul. You watch his mouth move as his deep voice glides over your ears once more. “Was that funny to you?”

“I take my job of entertaining your team very seriously, sir,” you answer with a mock salute.

His voice drops to a deadly whisper that sends a thrilling shiver down your spine. “Get up here. Now.”

You let out a squeak and hang up the phone as Derek approaches with a smug grin. “Thirty bucks, Prentiss. Pay up.”

Your friend’s protests about the semantics of who actually ended the meeting fade away as you enter Aaron’s office and close the door behind you.

“Daddy,” you offer in greeting.

“Brat,” he responds in kind, not even bothering to spare you a glance.

You grin as you plop yourself in the seat across from his desk that Strauss recently vacated. “I brought dinner,” you shake the contents of your takeout box hoping to curry some favor- no pun intended.

“Thank you,” he mumbles softly, closing the file before him. He walks around his desk and places a delicate kiss to your forehead, the juxtaposition between his gruffness earlier and gentleness now making your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks flush. Your body knows what’s coming next before your brain has even registered it.

Aaron moves to the window in his office overlooking the rest of the BAU, your gaze immediately drawn to his long, thick fingers as he eases the blinds shut. Your body buzzes with the promise of pleasure when he returns to you, dancing those beautiful fingers along the hem of your dress before bunching it up to your thighs.

“I think we’ll start with dessert.”

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

yet another thing that ofmd does so well is how awkward and nervous all the dialogue is during all the romantic confession scenes we get from our three canon relationships. like it's so fucking relatable. watching those scenes makes me think of the (admittedly very few) times in my life when i have made these kinds of halting, nervous confessions. i can feel how the adrenaline is making their hearts pound and their hands sweat and their faces flush with heat. trying to sound casual while there's a heavy lump the size of a dodgeball trying to claw its way from your chest to your mouth.

Black Pete starts off stammering, "So... uh, listen." He veers too close to genuine, revealing too much when he says, "I-I thought I was gonna... lose you," and when Lucius responds jokingly, he tries to backtrack a bit, play it cool. "Exactly! And uh, and... uh—death, yknow..." He shrugs, tries for nonchalance and doesn't quite make it. "I'm used to death. But, um..." And Pete's barely been able to hold Lucius's gaze this whole time, his eyes constantly flickering somewhere to Lucius's left, but here he closes them, steels himself. "But not, um..." A beat. When he says, "your death," he opens his eyes again, looks right at Lucius, and the surprised little smile on Lucius's face is almost too much.

Olu's been listening to Jim's tragic backstory, hurting for them and understanding them on a deeper level than he ever has before. When Jim says that their nana is their only family, Olu's face goes on a journey, here: his eyebrows furrow in concern, then twitch upwards as he thinks about how lonely that must be. He hunches in on himself, shoulders to his ears and hands in his pockets, and he rocks himself to the side as he gathers his nerves. "Well, look..." he begins, moving half a step closer, "if you wanted–" his eyes land on Jim's for only a moment, then he's looking above them, around them. "I could be family," he says, shrugging and spreading his hands, like he's showing Jim what he has to offer: himself, just himself, and his desire to be someone Jim can lean on. "I just..." There's no ending to that sentence, he didn't know where he was going when he started it, so he trails off as Jim glances away, then looks at him from under the rim of their hat, considering.

(And Jim is so lucky—but also, it's what they deserve—that they get not one, but two confessions from Olu. When they come back, when they ask him why he gave their room away, Olu's demeanor goes from "happy to see his friend alive and well" to "nervous boy asking their crush to prom" in an instant. "I, um..." His hands bounce at his sides, his eyes flicker all over the room. When he finally meets Jim's gaze, his hands are still moving nervously. "I-I missed you.")

And Ed. Ed. He enters the scene by walking over and sitting so close to Stede, close enough that they could be touching. He sits in Stede's space like he belongs there (and he does; Stede doesn't move away, doesn't react like Ed's proximity is unexpected or unwanted). He looks at Stede and smiles at him as he offers reassurances, but once he looks away he doesn't look back for several minutes. As he dismisses Stede's self-deprecation and answers Stede's questions he alternates between fiddling with the sand in front of him and gazing out at the sea. There's nervousness there, things going unsaid that have been ready to jump from Ed's tongue at any moment. And Stede gives him that moment when he asks what makes Ed happy.

But despite how desperate Ed is to tell him, there's still hesitation. He meanders his way towards giving Stede his answer, starting with, "These past... few weeks?" as if this isn't something he's given much thought to. "Have been... th'most fun I've had in ages. Years." His voice is soft, his face scrunching casually as he speaks. He still doesn't look at Stede, because the nerves climbing up his throat right now would choke him into silence if he did. So he stares at some fixed point in the distance, maybe a specific rock or blade of grass, as he says, "Maybe ever," with a surprised twist in his expression.

And as he moves into the next part, into the important part, those nerves in his throat climb higher. "So," he says, firmly, but that's the last thing he manages to say with any force. As his nerves go higher, so does his voice, but the volume becomes softer.

"So–uh... I reckon. What makes Ed happy..."

He feels Stede's eyes on his face, and that nervous fidgeting is gone, replaced instead by a stillness that his heart doesn't emulate.

"Is..."

Ed's been run through many times. He's been held at gunpoint, had rope tied around his neck, been stranded for days without food. He's watched the life drain from his father's body as a result of his own violence.

But for some reason, this is possibly the most nervous Ed has ever felt, the hardest his heart has ever pounded. The only moment that competes is when he watched four men in red coats point their rifles at Stede's trembling body.

"You."

OUGHUHUFHUGHUGH..... i know EXACTLY how they feel and it makes all these scenes hit so much harder. and SO MUCH OF IT is how fucking good the acting. if you just read these lines as flat dialogue, taking out all those pauses and stammers that the characters are trying to hard to hide, so much of the flavor is lost:

"Death, y'know, I'm used to death. But not your death"

"Well, look: if you wanted, I could be family."

"These past few months have been the most fun I've had in ages, weeks, maybe ever. So, I reckon what makes Ed happy is you."

like these are cute lines, but they're also awkward ways to stumble around just outright saying "I Care About You" and it's so real and incredibly relatable. i know EXACTLY how it feels to nervously try and tell someone you like like them and ofmd does it so so well

(bonus tag game: if u reblog this and ur comfortable w it, PLEASE tell me about an awkward confession you have given or received, i love shit like this. i will, of course, add my own story in the tags of the original post)