#[ aaaa so kind of him t-t ]

[despairforme]

Adelha has been helping Nnoitra with his chores in the apartment all day long. She tends to show up once a week to do so now. Always with some freshly grown herbal tea or vegetables from her greenhouse. While Wesson follows Nnoitra everywhere he goes when Adelha brings the puppy. Adelha tends to take pictures of Wesson whenever the pup plays with Nnoitra. Which has her smile quite often.

Adelha has finished with mopping the floors to then smile up at Nnoitra when she sees him. Her gaze soon going to his hands for her to ask a simple yet important question. "Nnoi. I was wondering if you might allow me to treat you to a special kind of pampering. I've noticed that your hands tend to look a bit weathered. So I wanted to offer you a hand spa treatment with some herbal oils. I am an apothecary. So I make several kinds of oils and scented incense for daily use. Would you think about the offer at least?"

Of course he appreciated the help. He hated doing chores around the apartment. Honestly, what kinda man would enjoy being all domestic? Not him, that's for sure. However, Adelha would come over once a week. It was excessive, Nnoitra thought. It made him feel kinda patronised. Like she didn't think he'd be able to handle his life alone for even a week. With how little time he even spent at home ( now that spring was arriving, he was outdoors most of the time ), it wasn't like the apartment managed to get that messy either. There were some dirty dishes in the sink, nobody had taken out the trash, and there were worn clothes scattered across the floor, but that was just what a single dude's home SHOULD look like.

Adelha clearly needed a man. She wanted to play house so desperately that she'd more or less invaded his home. While he thought it was excessive, he wasn't going to complain ( yet ), because she DID help him clean, and it would be more of a pain if he had to do it himself, so for now he'd just put up with her over-the-top attentiveness.

While Adelha watered his plants, he played with Wesson on the now clean and vacuumed floor. He let the puppy playfully nibble on his fingers. It was peaceful. The scent of freshly brewed tea filled the apartment. Nnoitra wondered if it was caffeine free. If it wasn't, he couldn't drink it.

Nnoitra moved aside to let Adelha finish mopping the final part of the floor ( where he and Wesson were playing ). She looked down at him. It didn't seem like she minded doing all this work. Nnoitra could NEVER relate to something like that. Who the fuck would want to do all this shit for free? There had to be something wrong with her. Maybe she was just lonely. But that would be weird too, right? Didn't she have a huge-ass family? She always spoke of her dozens of cousins.

She asked about his hands, stopping his train of thoughts. Nnoitra arched his brows, and looked at his hands. They were indeed weathered. As always, his knuckles were a little torn. They were so scarred at this point it was hard for them to heal. He had a bruise on the top of his right hand. It was a couple of days old now, and had turned a yellowish-green. His pale skin made the colour really pop.

She assumed he'd say no, evident from her "would you think about the offer at least"-sentence. ❝ They're supposed 'ta look like this. ❞ Nnoitra told her and tapped his fingers in the air as if playing an invisible instrument. ❝ If they go all soft they're gonna be fuckin' useless 'fer fightin'. ❞ So no, he wasn't all that keen on a spa treatment. It sounded girly as hell too.

#adelha-mathilde #adelhamathilde #[ aaaa she is always so sweet with him T - T ] #[ and he doesn't know how to handle it RIP ] #[ i wonder when he's gonna fully accept her kindness T-T ] #[ thank you for sending !! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #talking shit. ╱ answers. #burn the city. ╱ main verse.

[sxcret-garden]

1st Desire ღ Testing Limits [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ words: ~5.9k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, parts of a very awkward kink negotiation turning into a slightly less awkward kink negotiation asdjflka, choking (reader receiving), unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: (mention of him running his hand through reader’s hair)

Desc.: You and your boyfriend decide to take a step towards a new chapter in your relationship when a secret desire of yours finally slips through. What you didn’t know until now is that he’s more experienced than you thought he was, and that you’re not the only one who’s been dying to spice up your sex life.

Author's note: aaaa I'm really nervous about how this series is gonna do, now that I'm finally putting out the first chapter!! I've been working on it for quite a while and it's become a very important project to me, so I hope y'all enjoy reading as much I enjoy writing it <3

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If someone asked you about the thing you appreciate the most about your boyfriend (at gunpoint, because there’s no way you could choose just one trait under normal circumstances), you’d say it’s his softness. A softness that’s apparent in his smile and in the way he treats people, yet only selected few get to see fully. You remember the first time you felt he was opening up to you a bit, granting you permission to see what’s going on inside, and how that was the moment you started falling in love with him. 

It’s the kindness in his words, behind the sound of his voice when he was reassuring you that he didn’t mind you calling him late at night and out of the blue because you needed someone to talk to, and he was the first person who came to mind. And the other way around, it’s the way he suddenly seemed very small as he crawled into his safe haven that has unmistakably become you when he went through a rough time. 

It’s how he talks to people in general, treating everyone with kindness first of all, because it’s among his core beliefs that everyone deserves to be faced with respect. And it’s the warmth that inevitably breaks through the cracks and to the outside when he smiles, laughs at some weird joke, or simply when he steps aside to make way for a complete stranger rushing past him in the crowd.

It’s how you feel when he holds you, wrapping his arms around you, the warmth of his body warming you up too, and you can finally let go of the tension you’ve been carrying within your bones all day. It’s the way he kisses you - you remember your first kiss that was merely lips brushing against each other in a feathery light touch, and the bright yet shy smile that took over his entire face right after, and you still recall how this too made you fall for him yet a little bit deeper. 

So why is it that you can’t but feel yourself bursting with excitement when he isn’t being soft at all?

It started quite early, in the blink of a moment and definitely not on purpose. You were out with some of his friends and some of your friends, and though most of them could sense there was something going on between the two of you, you weren’t official yet. And so it happened that one of his friends drunkenly, after visiting a bar not far from the place you had spent an entire afternoon together, tried to get close to you. It wasn’t to the point you would’ve felt uncomfortable - he started talking to you like one normally would when attempting to strike up a conversation, asking questions that made it clear he was interested in you. You didn’t find his way of chatting with you overbearing or anything, and you didn’t think much of it when he touched your arm seemingly mindlessly, but the second it striked you that just maybe this guy was glued to you a bit unusually much, Jongho stepped in. You can clearly recall the anger reflecting on his face, suddenly making an expression that didn’t show a single trace of the kindness you were used to. You don’t remember what exactly he said when he told the guy off, you barely even remember the shock apparent in your other friends’ hushed whispers as everyone seemed to agree that his reaction was a tad exaggerated. What you do recall was how it made your heart suddenly skip a beat. Back then you appointed this solely to your budding feelings for him and that you were crushing on him bad. However, with each time the memory came back to haunt you afterwards, it became more and more clear that there was something undeniably attractive about this side of him that is anything but soft. 

You also felt it when you were play fighting, like that time he momentarily raised his eyebrows at you almost mockingly, looking down at your smaller frame while holding an item just out of reach to mess with you as revenge, after you had managed to mildly piss him off. And even when that expression was wiped off his face mere seconds later as he handed you what you were desperately trying to reach with an apology accompanied by a sheepish smile, the pounding in your chest wouldn’t cease. 

And then there’s another situation where these complex desires you’re keeping hidden away mostly because you just don’t know how to bring them up to him keep taking over and clouding your mind, like a fire that’s only waiting to be ignited, in order to burn you up whole.

His lips brush against yours, parting from you after what can barely be considered a kiss. You feel his weight on top of you, he has your hands pinned against the bed to either side of your head, supporting himself like that as he rolls his hips into yours. Smooth and slow movements meant to satisfy you, but not for long, and yet the pleasure keeps building up in the pit of your stomach. 

“Fuck…” you mutter a curse, squeezing your eyes tightly shut in the race towards your high, and still you know he isn’t giving you everything yet. 

“You look so pretty like this.” The words slip past Jongho’s lips, and you sigh at the way they make you feel, only to take a glance at his face, seeing the desperate chase towards his high reflecting on his features as well. He lets go of one of your hands without changing the pace at which he thrusts into you, fingertips dancing down your arm until he reaches your jaw, loosely cupping your face. The touch sends an electric wave through your body, and you remember a distinct thought that keeps creeping into your mind time and time again these days. And now that he has brought his hand so close to where you’re aching to really have it, you can’t but put your own palm on top of it. If it hadn’t been for these coincidences, this, and the fact that just before he had pushed you down onto his bed to make love to you, this thought came to haunt you once again, you wouldn’t do what you’re about to do.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, and without any signs of resistance, he lets you peel his hand off your cheek. However, when you place it on top of your throat instead, extending your neck almost instinctively when you feel his fingertips grazing your pulse, your boyfriend slows down, and eventually his movements come to a halt.

“Are you… are you sure about this?” As you hear him whisper those words, your first thought is that he must not like what you just did. But when you take a look at his face, and you see the way his eyes have undeniably darkened, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath, you feel like the complete opposite must be true.

“Yeah,” you mouth. “Been wanting to try this for so long…” Your confession causes yet another emotion to spark behind his gaze that’s suddenly so intent, and so much more intense than you’re used to. It takes him merely a moment to process your words, then he moves away from you with a muttered “wait”. Depriving you of both the touch against your throat that you’ve been longing for so much, and the sensation of him filling you up so perfectly leaves you feeling unexpectedly empty, but when he instead sits before you, taking you by the hands and pulling you towards him, you follow eagerly while something connects in your mind - he knows what he’s doing.

“Come here,” Jongho whispers, inviting you into his lap, his gaze finding your lips while he helps you move closer. “Ride me?” You can only nod once before he kisses you, allowing you to sink down on his length as he releases you and then reconnects your lips, and without hesitation you can feel him putting his hand around your nape again. He starts with bringing his palm up to your chest, moving it up unhurriedly, yet not letting you wait, and as soon as his thumb brushes across your throat, you break the kiss to throw your head back and you let out a soft moan. Your heart is racing like crazy from the simple motion alone, and he places his other hand onto your hip to guide you into a steady pace on top of him.

“You like that?” he asks, curiously, and yet you don’t miss the amused spark flaring up in his eyes when you glance at him.

“Yeah,” you reply honestly as your whole body heats up. It really does feel even better than you imagined it, like this one simple touch has engulfed you in flames, making you feel a kind of sensation you’ve never felt before. Your boyfriend moves his hand to the back of your head, entangling his fingers with the strands of your hair now, and you immediately furrow your brows in protest. It causes a smirk to appear on his lips, and the thumb of his hand resting on your hip finds its way to your clit, starting to give the sensitive bundle of nerves some attention.

“F-fuck…” you stutter, arms thrown around his shoulders and you let yourself fall forward in order to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Tutting at you, he brings his hand back to where you wanted it, pushing you away gently in order to be able to look at your face.

“Let me watch as you cum,” he mutters, his gaze taking in your features, and when you whimper in agreement he too lets out a breathy moan. Applying some more pressure to your clit, he never once takes his eyes off you as you’re racing towards your high - you can tell he’s enjoying this newfound power he has over you, and it’s getting him off too. 

Only a few more repetitions of your movements on top of him and your hips start to stutter, and when he moves his hand resting against your throat just a bit further up, blood rushes to your head at once. You know you won’t last much longer, and so you mewl,

“G-gonna cum…” A sigh of approval falls from his lips, before he answers with a strained “me too”, and then your high comes crashing down on you. You dig your nails into the skin on his shoulders as your body is shaken, and the convulsions around his cock buried inside of you have him letting out a broken groan, before you can feel him releasing deep in your cunt as well. 

As you gradually come down from your respective highs, you lie down side by side, and when your eyes meet for a moment you both know it’s about time you two had a conversation about this. However, for now it’s too late at night anyway, and with him nuzzling his nose into your temple and pulling you close, you decide that it could just as well wait until tomorrow. 

“So…” Your boyfriend joins his hands together in front of him, his right hand clasping his left fist, and the second you look at him, he looks away instinctively.

“Yeah…” you answer, knowing what he’s trying to say, but somehow it’s hard to break through the air of awkwardness that has settled around you the moment you both sat down in the living room area of his flat. With him having made himself comfortable on the sofa (and then subsequently tensed up as you entered his proximity), you decided to misuse the coffee table in front of it as a seating opportunity, for the sake of being able to sit across from him, figuring that might make the conversation easier.

It doesn’t. You both don’t know what to say, and this is by no means a one time thing. You recall other occasions where you both sat down to talk and then the beginning of the conversation was similarly difficult, just that usually it’s about a problem you have, hurt feelings, or anything else one of you felt needed to be talked out. And you know that usually one of you eventually breaks the ice - admittedly it’s him who gets the conversation going most of the time, a skill you very much value in your boyfriend - but this here is very different. Sure, sex has been brought up between you two before, you are actively having sex with each other after all, but somehow the feel of a talk about it has never seemed this serious.

“Is it… supposed to be this awkward?” This time it’s you who starts the first attempt at smoothing out the mental obstacles that are undoubtedly there. And it seems to be working, because as Jongho lets out a soft laugh at your remark, you can see some of the tension leaving his shoulders.

“Ah, no…” he says, but then he quickly adds, “I mean, it can be, I guess. The first time I had this conversation it started the same, so…” Ending on an implication, he monitors your reaction to his words closely for an entirely different reason. You know he broke up with his last girlfriend not too long before the two of you started getting closer, but he’s never talked about their sexual relationship with you before.

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows, now feeling genuinely curious. “What do you mean?” Your boyfriend straightens his back as he rolls back his shoulders, and with you watching how his gaze wanders from one point to the other on the wall behind you, he gathers his thoughts and becomes serious.

“You know… when you put my hand around your throat, I liked that. I mean,” he lets out a short laugh, “I think you figured as much.”

“I could tell, yeah,” you confirm, and when he looks at you to continue talking, you feel yourself gulping. His gaze seems more intense than usual, despite his otherwise softened features - or are you imagining things and it’s just your own nerves? You have no idea.

“I did this kind of stuff with my ex too,” he says. “Like… not just the choking, you know? We did other things too, dipped our toes into testing out what it would be like if I have more power over the situation,...”

“Like… BDSM stuff?” The question comes out more awkwardly than it should’ve, and you can clearly sense that you have no idea how to approach the topic in conversation. Then again, it’s just another thing people do - no need to be so uptight about it, right?

“Yeah.” He’s averting his gaze again, shyness creeping onto his face, and somehow you find the contrast between his words and the air around him endearing.

“Like… with whips and stuff?” you continue asking, because you’ve never thought about him in that context, but somehow you can see the association making sense.

“Ah, no, we didn’t go that far,” Jongho explains, waving his hands in front of himself to underline his statement. “We did other things, but… ultimately what we wanted out of that play didn’t align.”

“Oh,” you gasp, wondering whether that was part of the reason why they broke up, but you don’t pry for now.

“So… what I’m trying to say is… I’ve been thinking about how to bring this up to you. But I didn’t want to… make you feel uncomfortable. Since we’ve been keeping things very vanilla so far, you know?”

“You wouldn’t have-” you immediately try to refute, but you stop yourself. Really, you don’t know if you would’ve been intimidated by your boyfriend’s desires. It probably depends on what kind of stuff he wants to do to you. Expanding on the image you brought up earlier in your head, you realize you’re not sure if you’d be okay with whips after all. “Actually, what are the things you want to do?” You decide to pose a question instead, understanding that you shouldn’t give him any definite answers about this without being 100% sure about them yourself. And though you expect him to have a reply right away, he hesitates.

“Maybe… we should take this slow,” he says, voicing his thoughts out loud, and you can tell he really is afraid of scaring you off. So you reach out across the gap in between your knees, until your hands are resting on top of his.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “Let’s talk about it, and I tell you if I’m okay with the things you want.”

“Okay,” he agrees eventually, but then sinks into thought once again.

“What is it?” you chuckle as he doesn’t speak. “You’re taking this very seriously.” Your remark tears him out of his thoughts, and the complicated expression on his face tells you he isn’t entirely sure how to take your words. “I mean, isn’t it about fun most of all?” you add, and now he furrows his brows.

“It’s not that it’s not about fun, just… you need to be careful about these things. Even with what we did last time, if I put my hand around your throat the wrong way or apply too much pressure I can seriously hurt you. And I don’t want that.” Not just from the content of his speech, but also from the way he looks at you you can tell that there’s some very logical reasons behind his caution, and it causes you to think that maybe you’re not taking this seriously enough.

“You’re right, I think I get it now,” you answer, lowering your head apologetically.

“So maybe we should start with the things I’ve done before,” your partner continues. “That way we can test the waters, and I can make sure I know what I’m doing and can ensure your safety.”

“That sounds like a plan.”

“So… are you okay with the kind of dynamic where I take on a more dominant role?” he follows up with a question, and you swallow thickly at all the associations popping up in your head. Even just the thought of you submitting to him has your temperature rising, and so you nod.

“Yes, I would like that.”

You talk about a few things, mostly kinks and practices he brings up, and as he’s taking his time discussing everything, repeatedly reminding you that if you’re unsure about something you can just say no and bring it up at a later point if you happen to get curious about it again, you’re beginning to develop an entirely new understanding of boundaries. It’s like everyone talks about them and their importance, yet it’s hard to figure out how to have a conversation about them, except for the “say no if you don’t want something” part. And even that’s tricky, because sometimes people simply don’t respect a no.

You feel like that’s not the case here at all, and so your conversation becomes yet another reason for why you feel you can trust him so much. And at the same time you come to understand that he too needs to be able to trust you, if you’re going to try getting more adventurous in the bedroom.

“Let’s use the color system, just in case,” he suggests. “Have you heard of it?”

“Like ‘green’ for ‘keep going’, ‘red’ for ‘stop’ and ‘yellow’ for…”

“For ‘slow down’ or… as a sign you’re getting close to your limits,” he finishes the sentence for you. “Even if we’re just going to try one thing at a time, I’d like to use that to check in with you, just in case.” You agree with his suggestion, and at the same time you notice how you’re much more comfortable than at the beginning of the conversation. No trace of awkwardness left. Instead, you feel yourself getting excited at all the new opportunities opening themselves up to you at once. You’ve been fantasizing about spicing up your sex life for a while now, and having finally made that first step towards it affects you in more ways than one.

“So…” you mutter as you lean in, your hands reaching for his and fitting into them very naturally. “Wanna get right to it?” You ask, your lips merely an inch away from his, but Jongho just laughs as he leans back.

“Y/N, isn’t it about time you leave for your evening class?” Immediately, a pout forms on your lips, and you’re more than unhappy about him bursting your bubble like that.

“It’s not a class, it’s just a meet-up for a project…” you refute, though you shouldn’t skip that either. Your boyfriend gives you an endearing look, his gums showing as he shoots you a smile and he extends his arm to run his fingers through your hair.

“Go to that meet-up, Y/N,” he says, and his expression changes ever so slightly as he adds, “And when you’re back, we can see if there’s a way I can reward you for your hard work.” You can undeniably feel the shift in energy from his last words, the way you suddenly feel like you’re smaller than him, like he’s been elevated to standing just a step above you. It’s not like you haven’t felt this air of dominance radiating off of him ever before, but after your conversation just now it has been put into an entirely new context, and it causes yet another spark of excitement to sear through you. And so all you can do is nod and get up to get ready for your meeting.

When the sun has long set and you get back home, your boyfriend is already awaiting you, as promised. To the question about whether you have eaten dinner yet, you answer no, and to your dismay he makes you wait for the thing you’re really craving just a bit longer.

“You should eat,” he says, hand brushing against your back as he notices you sitting down in front of some leftovers with a disappointed expression on your face that you just can’t hide, and he adds with an amused chuckle, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this impatient.” You say nothing, and when you continue sulking it just makes him laugh some more. You know he’s being caring - and definitely reasonable - when he makes you do your evening routine too after that, but deep inside you really do wonder how he can bear the wait that you’re very much already tired of. And then finally you’re moving towards the bedroom, and if you’re not mistaken you can finally see a hint of impatience in the way he watches you walk up to him.

You take a step forward, to where he’s sitting at the edge of the bed and you place your hands on his shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of his pajamas. His hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you in closer yet, until your shins hit the wooden bedframe, and then his palms wander south to your hips. 

“I’ve made you wait too long, hm?” he mutters. You say nothing, instead running your fingers through his hair, and your boyfriend briefly closes his eyes as he leans into your touch. You move towards him, bowing down in order to press a kiss onto his lips, and when your fingers begin fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, you reply with a chuckle,

“You did.” Watching you as you finish undoing the button-up shirt, he allows you to sit in his lap to straddle him once you’re done, and without hesitation you connect your lips to his. You can feel him sigh into your kiss as your fingertips come in contact with his stomach, and you move your palm all the way up in order to place it at the back of his neck. His tongue swiping across your bottom lip, you let him deepen the kiss, and when you play with the short strands at the back of his head he becomes just a little more passionate in how he kisses you. Effortlessly, he takes the lead from you, and when you finally part you’re more breathless than he is. One of his palms now placed at the small of your back, he pulls you closer yet, applying some pressure to make you roll your hips on top of him. 

“That’s right,” he mutters, your faces mere inches apart, and you let out a shaky breath at the friction of your clothed cunt rubbing against his leg. He brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, gaze dropping down to your lips, but contrary to your expectation, he doesn’t kiss you. “Keep going,” he encourages you, and so you fall into a steady rhythm, a wave of heat rushing to your core with every repetition of your movements. “Feels good?” he asks and you nod.

“Yeah…” His gaze burns like fire as he watches you closely, making sure he doesn’t miss a single change of expression on your face.

“So, what’s your color?”

“Green…” you respond without having to think about it much, feeling the pleasure slowly building up. “You could tell though, right?” you add.

“Yeah.” Jongho smiles at you, letting his hands travel to the hem of your shirt and pulling it up. You let go of his shoulders for a moment to let him peel it off you, before he flings it somewhere to the ground and you throw your arms around his neck again. “Just thought I could bring it up once,” he then adds, and you let him hear a soft chuckle. 

“You don’t have to be that careful,” you whisper. To be quite honest, you adore him for taking your safety so seriously, way more seriously than you think is necessary - because as for you there’s no way you’d feel uncomfortable about something as tame as this, but you appreciate his caution nonetheless.

A curse falls from your lips as you’re able to feel your orgasm gradually building up somewhere in the depths of your stomach, and when you feel him running his hands up your torso once more, a shiver runs down your spine. He’s letting his touch come close to your throat, but not quite far enough, and yet you lean your head back instinctively, to give him access. You don’t miss the amused huff he lets out at your reaction, and instead of his fingers, you can now feel his lips attached to your skin there. Supporting you with his palm against your back, he kisses his way up along your pulse, the sensation making you moan, and when he lets his teeth graze your skin just below your ear your head starts to spin. Your hips stutter at the sensations overwhelming you, and he’s quick to reach for your waist to hold you down, making you halt your movements. He scatters kisses along your jaw before calling your name to make you look at him, and when you do, he brushes his lips against yours. Deepening the kiss, he simultaneously slips his hand past the hem of your pants, and when he presses his fingertips against your folds through your soaked underwear, you can feel him grinning into the kiss.

“Already made a mess of yourself, hm?” You shudder at his words, and at the tone of his voice that’s somehow different from how he usually talks to you in this kind of situation. You’re used to him speaking softly as he quite literally makes love to you, but this is different. 

Everything about it is different, right from the moment he invited you to sit on his lap. So this is what he was talking about, what you were so curious about, and now that you’re getting a taste of this side of your boyfriend, the only thing you know is that you want more.

“Y-yeah,” you can only whimper an answer, and you suck in a sharp breath when he pushes aside your soiled panties in order to touch you directly. He watches again, the look in his eyes making you feel small and helpless - but not in a bad way. It’s like you want him to take control of you, to do with you whatever he pleases - you feel yourself submitting to him. 

A finger pushed inside your wet pussy has you moaning, a second finger makes you curse and fall forward, attempting to bury your face in the crook of his neck, but he clicks his tongue and pushes you back into an upright position with his palm against your chest. 

“I want to watch,” Jongho says, it’s almost a whisper, the energy behind his words is very different from the last time this exact scenario played out, and his words ring in your ears loudly, only serving to amplify the pleasure his touches send through your body. Bucking your hips into his hand to see whether he would allow you to move, you become aware of the bulge in his pants, and the urge to touch him overcomes you.

“Can I…?” You ask, looking down on him and then back into his face, and his answer is short and clear.

“No.” He curls his fingers that are buried in your cunt, pulling them out only to thrust them back in, and when he finds that perfect spot inside you, you arch your back into his touch, your nails digging into the fabric covering his shoulders.

“Right there… don’t stop…” you beg, eyes shut tightly, as he continues fingering you at an unhurried pace. You roll your hips into his hand, your sensitive bud grazing his palm for some friction with every movement, and you can now undeniably feel your high approaching at lightning speed. 

“Look at me, Y/N,” he says, and your name spoken in this tone you’ve never heard from him alone would’ve almost sent you over the edge. “You look so pretty when you cum. But…” The broken whine you let out when he removes his hand from your core as you shudder causes a hint of delight to tug at the corners of his mouth. “You’re gonna look even prettier when you cum with my hand around your throat.”

“Why…” is all you can whimper at his sudden action, not having fully registered the meaning of his last words yet. Then he pushes you off his lap and back onto your feet.

“Take your clothes off for me,” he orders, his tone softening, yet his sharp gaze won’t leave you. You do as told, and he as well rids himself of his pajamas, before he makes you lie down flat and comfortably in the middle of the bed. He wastes no time to get on top of you, scattering a trail of impatient kisses from your sternum up to your mouth. His lips feel rougher against yours now, his tongue quick to part them and to find yours as your hands fly to his back, nails digging into his bare skin. Up until now he’s usually taken his time with you, no surprising movements at all, and so you understandably gasp in surprise when now he unexpectedly breaks the kiss to sit up, reaching for your thighs and bringing them up. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he leans in closer, and you mewl when he rolls his hips against yours once, his cock grazing your folds and clit.

“That feel okay?” he asks, and you nod immediately, clenching around thin air as you feel yourself growing more and more impatient. 

“I’m okay,” you reply, desperately. “More than okay.” His hands resting on the underside of your thighs as he presses them into the sheets to your sides, he pushes up into you, making you cry out from the force behind his thrust. 

“Shit…” you curse at the impact.

“And that?” he asks. “How’s-”

“Please just keep going, please…” you interrupt him, and contrary to your plea, he does nothing but look down at your state with a big smirk on his face. He has you exactly where he wants you, you know that now, and to be honest? You can only wonder why you haven’t started having rougher sex like this earlier. “Please…” you whimper again.

“What do you want?” Jongho asks, placing one of his palms onto your stomach. “Want me to ruin you?”

“Y-yes please,” you whine. He moves his hand up a bit, slowly, but not too slow, and when he finally snakes his fingers around your throat, you let out an uncontrolled moan.

“Like this?” he asks, and at this point you’re sure he’s only dragging this out to provoke you for the fun of it. And yet, with his hand around your neck like this you don’t have the strength in you to fight back or to do anything but beg.

“Y-yes… baby please…” 

“Please what?”

“Please ruin me…” This seemingly being the answer he wanted to hear, he now starts thrusting into you, slowly at first. But his smooth motions soon turn into something rougher, something led not by self-control, but by his own lust, maybe his need for release, maybe his desire to see with his own eyes what he can do to you like this. And then there’s his hand around your throat, his touch feeling hot against your skin, even though it’s only resting there, not applying any pressure whatsoever. And still you find yourself unable to do anything but moan along with the pace he’s pounding into you, his weight pressing your body into the mattress. Groans fall from his lips as well, and you can feel a dull pain as he digs his nails into the flesh on your thigh. 

“‘M coming… close…” you mewl, and as if that was his cue, you feel his grip around your neck becoming just a bit tighter, and his fingertips press down onto your pulse. Your head starts to spin, your mouth falling open, one broken moan after the other coming out, and mere moments later your high crashes down on you. Your body shakes violently and you feel your boyfriend’s hand being retracted from your throat, and the second he does you moan his name, clenching around his length that’s thrusting in and out of you even faster now. It doesn’t take long until he as well finds his release, a hissed curse falling from his lips as his short hair falls into his face, covering his expression as he too is shaken from the pleasure.

He pulls out of you, reaching for the tissues he’s keeping beside his bed to help clean you up before doing the same for himself and then he thoroughly inspects your throat, making sure he didn’t accidentally apply too much pressure or leave a mark.

“Are you okay?” he asks and you nod. “No pain anywhere?”

“No,” you answer, giving him a tired smile, and then you sit up. “Actually… I really enjoyed that.” For some reason you feel shy as you speak those words, and he immediately picks up on your state of mind, reaching out to cup your face and run his thumb across your cheek in a reassuring motion.

“That’s good.”

“And you? Did you… enjoy it?” And now suddenly he looks away somewhat shyly as well, and for a second there it’s hard to imagine this is the same person who’s been fucking you like that just a hot minute ago.

“I did,” your boyfriend answers. 

“Then let’s try out more,” you suggest, but then you rephrase your words to make them come out sounding as sure of yourself as you are. “I want to know more.”

#ateez smut #jongho smut #ateez x reader #ateez x fem reader #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez series #ateez imagines #jongho imagines #jongho x reader #smut

[thebellearchives]

HELLO and congrats on the followers milestone!! Yippeee!!! You probably saw this coming fdjhvjj there's so many good prompts to choose from aaaa but i think i'll go with "You're the best thing to have ever happened to me" with Solomon hehe thank you!! I love your works 🫶🫶

𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : when Solomon’s staring at you you probably have no idea of the amount of things that go through his head

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : omg thank you sooo much Ven!! I really called upon my inner poet on this one, hope you enjoy! thanks for loving my writing i love you 🥹🫶🏻

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Solomon’s gaze is fixed on you, and it has been for a while. He examines your pretty lashes, your smooth skin, alluring lips. He swears he’s engraved the curves that form every single one of your hair strands on the back of his mind. He’s been so absorbed in the sight of you that he can hear his heated up heartbeat drumming in his ears. Humanity’s strongest sorcerer has been bewitched by you.

The curse of immortality is a heavy one. He has lived a life that counts as many, he has stories for days, for months. His pupils have seen heaven and hell, he’s seen creatures that are believed to be fairy tales and some that don’t even exist anymore. His body has felt all kinds of emotions, fear, surprise, adoration, betrayal, grief. He’s been hurt and rejected, praised and admired.

And yet when you’re close to him it all ceases to exist. All the pain, the loneliness and despair make sense. All the marvelous experiences pale in comparison to being in your presence. All of the things that are encapsulated in his immortality are suddenly worth living again if it means he’ll get back to you in the end.

You raise your eyes and stare at him, the curiosity that shines in them each time you see him makes his stomach get tied in knots.

“What is it, Sol?”

And heavens he has never in his long life felt what he feels when you call him like that. For a short second his throat closes up, he’s not able to properly put into words what being privileged with your attention feels like.

“It’s just…” he isn’t even able to remember everything he’s been through, but he’s certain that he has never spoken truer words as the ones that stumbled out of his mouth in that moment “you’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

Shades of pink bloom across your cheeks, and he is almost certain he’s able to name every single one. Flustered, you blink repeatedly and look away.

“That’s so out of the blue” you’re terrible at receiving compliments and he loves it.

Telling you all sorts of flirty comments and romantic words just to see you blushing breathes life into every single one of his cells, it almost gives immortality a whole new meaning. Solomon is in love with you to the bone, and when you’re around he knows you’re the reason he’s lived all this years. He had never been cursed, he had been blessed.

#; fluffy belle #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #solomon x y/n #solomon x mc #solomon x you #solomon x reader #gn!reader #gn!mc

[petrichor-idyllic]

aaaa this might be a really lame request, but would it be possible for a minho x reader where she splits up with him when brenda and thomas go back and instead of brenda getting bitten by a crank it was the reader (maybe she got bitten saving brenda) and how he reacts to seeing her get ill / recover? 🥲 seeing an active tmr blog the delivers such good content in 2023 actually made me gasp so like even if you don’t write this, i will be actively reading anything you write!

Oooo I actually really like this idea, of course I'll write it :))

Also I appreciate your continued support, you guys are the best.

Inaccurate dialogue to the films because I'm too busy to watch the movies for reference, but you get the jist.

IN ADVANCE OF GRIEF

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Fem! Reader x Minho. Movie based fic. You came up with Teresa.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, you nearly die (again)(there's becoming a theme with my Minho fics)(I'm really putting this man through it), the Flare works differently in the movie vers. and all we get are the visual symptoms so I'm making this shit up, WICKED being WCKD because movie.

This wasn't meant to happen.

You just went after Thomas when he ran after Brenda - you couldn't leave him alone with a stranger.

And look where your kindness has gotten you. Biten by a Crank.

You're not really sure how it happened, but when that psycho tried to attack Brenda, you were the one to dive to her rescue. It's a blur, but once that glass broke and Thomas managed to catch Brenda, and you narrowly avoided death- you didn't even notice the pain in your leg.

It's fine.

It's no big deal.

You're probably immune.

You were in the Maze, after all.

The memories of waking up with an unconscious Teresa next to you are only from a few days ago, but now it feels like an eternity.

Though, you thought you were all immune. And look what happened to Winston.

You managed to hide it from your companions, only checking the injury when they weren't looking. But Brenda seemed to catch onto something not being quite right.

You lose Thomas and Brenda in the daze of a party you accidentally got dragged into, though you're pretty sure you see them kiss, (and Brenda get rejected,) before your body hits the floor.

"Rise and shine, shank," Minho gently pushes you awake as your eyes flicker up to meet his. He smiles at you.

Minho.

Minho.

You don't really know when your feelings for him started, especially since you don't think you've ever actually stood still. But whilst Teresa was unconscious and you were having some kind of mental breakdown, Minho made time to make sure you were alright - even with his ventures into the Maze.

Newt had his hands full running the place with Alby out of commission and Gally was throwing a paddy because Thomas had achieved the impossible. So, Minho and the Medjacks were the only ones around to keep you sane.

Maybe if you arrived at a different point, things would be different.

But they're not.

Thomas and Brenda are already awake. Brenda is sitting in a chair, looking forlorn and anxiously glancing at you. Thomas is talking to Teresa, which is also a bitter sight for Brenda.

"What happened?" You grumble, pushing yourself up on your elbows. You've been lying on a pile of cushions on the floor.

"You got wasted at some Crank party, passed out - the klunk you took was stronger than Gally's special brew," he snickers, offering you a hand to pull yourself up. Your eyes flicker up to his face and you smile.

He yanks you up and you stumble slightly. "Woah, easy, girly," he chuckles, placing his hand on the small of your back, stabilising you.

Your head feels foggy from the drugs, but your main concern is the throbbing sensation in your ankle. It stings and pulses, like something is living under your skin.

Minho notices your hesitance as your stomach drops.

You're not immune.

If you were, your whole leg would feel like it's covered in cobwebs and on fire.

Shit. What do you do now?

You don't want to worry your friends, they have enough on their plate. And maybe your body will take more time to fight the infection. Maybe it's too soon to tell.

You're lying to yourself, but it's all you can do.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" You force yourself to smile at him.

"Yeah, yeah, just a bit shucked up - where are we?" You look around the room as Minho lets go of you. There's a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room as Jorge yells at him.

"We found Marcus," Minho says simply.

"That's Marcus?" You and Thomas say in unison.

It's the same guy that spiked you earlier.

You step forward, a jolt of pain slicing you in two, making your leg twist awkwardly and your stomach flip.

"Shuck-! Christ, (Y/N)," Minho jumps to catch you before you manage to catch yourself. "Are you sure you're good?"

"Y-yeah," you try to push out a chuckle, but it comes out as pained. "Think I twisted my ankle before - nothin' I can't handle."

Minho looks unsure, his eyes flickering to your leg and then back up to your face. He can't show how much he cares.

How much he wants to say fuck this and just figure out a way to survive in the Scorch with you. You were gone for one night and now something's wrong - he knows it's wrong but he can't quite put his finger on what.

He's tired of fighting, of running, of everything.

But he figured things would be alright because he had you now.

Brenda moves to let you sit down in the armchair. She's seen it before, and if it were her in your situation, she wouldn't want everyone knowing either. And you proceed to completely zone out.

Too many thoughts swarm your head. Minho. The Flare. The state of your immunity. Who this guy is and how the fuck you're going to actually find the Right Arm.

That's a lot of ground to cover.

So, obviously, you steal a car. Marcus' car, to be more precise.

Bastard deserved it.

You all squeeze in the car, and you're stuck between Minho and Aris. Normally, being this close to Minho would send your brain foggy and have you blushing, but your body is literally rotting from the inside out.

The sickness set in pretty early into the car ride. Then the sweating and fever followed. You're struggling to keep your head up, which is less than ideal when you're trying to act completely normal.

But at least you're not walking.

So, you're less than pleased when you have to stop due to a pile of cars in the road.

You try your best to keep going, but everything everyone's saying is like static in your ears. Everything hurts, and it's a good thing Minho is paying attention when the gunshots start.

He yanks you behind a car with him and Newt - and he's not the only one noticing your state as Newt looks at you.

"What's wrong with her?" Newt asks, like you're not even there despite the current circumstances of being shot at.

"I don't know." Minho says bluntly, eyes scanning you as you lean back against the vehicle.

"You don't think-"

"Slim it, Newt," Minho snaps, "I don't wanna think."

"I'm fine," you say, adjusting yourself. "Just shucked up my ankle, that's all."

"Come on, get up! Up!" You jump out of your skin at the voices of two girls breaking your static state.

Who apparently knows Aris.

Small world, I guess.

Sonya and Harriet lead you through the mountains, shoving you into another set of vehicles and leading you to the Right Arm base camp.

By this point, the world is a blur and direction doesn't matter to you. You're just absent mindedly stumbling in the direction of sound and blurred images of your friends.

You hear Minho say something, touching your wrist but you yank yourself away as it feels like you've been burnt.

Harriet and Sonya introduce you to Vince, whose name you don't even catch.

He gives some speech about checking for infection and how he doesn't trust you all.

And that's when your body caves in and you hit the floor.

"Shit! (Y/N)!" Minho snaps, diving forward to catch you. His knees hit the floor, pulling your upper half onto his lap. He moves strands of hair out of your face - your eyes are sunken, and your face is sweaty, your eyes involuntarily rolling back into their sockets repeatedly as you desperately try to regain soke kind of control.

His heart sinks into his stomach. He knew. He knew something was wrong, and he just let it slide because you said so. And now look at you, crumpled on the floor, unable to breathe. You're seriously ill, and he did nothing to help.

"What's wrong with her?" Vince asks as the Gladers swarm you.

"What's wrong?" Frypan asks. "Minho? What happened?"

"I-I, I don't know," Minho stutters out, "I don't know."

The Gladers repeat your name and the world spirals around you. You look up at the boy who's cradling you.

This is it. This is how you die.

Minho's looking at someone else, his blurred face trying to make sense of everything. You reach out, your fingers brushing against his face - which is easier said than done with the awkward angle and your weak arms.

"Thanks, Minho," you whisper as he looks down at you. "You were always my favourite."

"Shit!" Vince snaps, making Minho jump out of his skin. Vince has moved the piece of cloth from your ankle, revealing the bite in your leg. "She's infected!"

The crowd swarms away as Vince pulls a gun out. Minho tries to shield you, shouting something you can't make out.

He's yanked away by some Right Arm members, fanatically trying to break free.

The Gladers, along with Brenda and Jorge beg for your life.

"Please," Thomas begs, "we can do something- can't you help her?"

"Yeah, I can put her out of her misery," Vince points the gun at your dying body.

"No!" Minho screeches. "Don't! Please! Don't!"

"Stop!" An unfamiliar voice says. "Let him go! Now. What's going on here?"

A woman, Mary, walks over, forcing the men to let Minho free.

"She's infected - we can't help her." Vince explains.

"No, but he can," she smiles at the boy, "hello, Thomas."

Everyone is left confused, but Minho is too busy on the floor by your body again.

Mary explains how she knows Thomas, and that he can make you better again, even just for a little while.

"Get your girlfriend up," she says to Minho, "come on, we'll help her."

"She's not my girlfriend," Minho huffs, slipping his arms under yours and pulling you up, before picking you up bridle style.

Mary looks at him, smirking. "Are you sure?"

He looks at Thomas who simply shrugs.

They follow Mary into the medical tent, Minho lays you on the bed, taking a seat on the far side as he gently plays with your hand. She sets up her equipment and takes blood from Thomas.

"Minho's also from the Maze - couldn't you take his blood?" The boy asks.

Mary sighs. "Well, I'm sure you know by now that not everyone from the Mazes was immune. And I don't know the status of your friends. But I know you are because we used to work closely. Minho's blood might work, but I'm not willing to risk waiting."

It makes sense, and Minho doesn't care about that.

She injects your arm with the serum. She rubs Minho's shoulder. "She should be awake soon. We'll leave you be." She gives him a reassuring smile. "Come on, Thomas. Let's give them some space."

She walks out the tent, but Thomas lingers for a second.

"Did you know?" Minho asks. "Did you know she got bit?"

Thomas simply shakes his head. "No, but I think Brenda did. She didn't seem as shocked." Minho doesn't bother looking at his friend, he just stares at you. "She's gonna be alright, yanno."

"Yeah, but for how long? It doesn't last forever." (Little does he know)

Thomas settles into a silence before sucking in a deep breath. "You love her."

"What?" Minho snaps to finally look at his friend.

"You love her, don't you?"

Minho's jaw tightens, his eyelids fluttering. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, so he rubs his face with his hands instead.

"You love Teresa," Minho retorts, taking the pressure off himself.

Thomas scoffs. "Yeah - but at least I can admit it."

Minho presses his lips into a thin line. He doesn't exactly like being called out like that.

Thomas exits the tent, leaving him with you.

He looks at you. "He's right, yanno," he mumbles to himself. "I do shuckin' love you. How shucked is that? I've known you for less than a week, and I..." He trails off, not really sure how to put it into words, even just to himself.

So, instead, he leans forward, placing a kiss to your forehead.

Though, he did not expect your eyes to be open when he pulled back. Your eyes flutter, looking up at him. You smile.

"Hi."

"Hey," he chuckles, sitting back in his seat. "You scared the klunk outta me, yanno that?"

"I didn't mean to." You groan, trying to sit up. Your body still feels messed up and groggy, but it's still a massive relief.

"Woah, hey," he shakes his head, pushing you back down. "Take it easy, shank. You nearly died today."

"Yeah, well, it's not like that's anything new."

He glares at you, and you chuckle.

"What did you mean earlier?" He asks after a brief pause.

"Hm?"

"You said I was your favourite," you cringe at that detail. "And you said thank you. For what?"

"For everything," you respond simply. "You looked out for me, so..."

"That wasn't anything special."

"It was to me."

You turn on your side, resting on your arm as you look at him. There's something behind Minho's expression that you can't quite read as be stares at you. It fades as quickly as it came though when he resorts back to his sarcastic ways.

"So, am I really your favourite? Because you seem to like Frypan's food a bit too much."

"What? Fry's cooking is good - you shanks just act too high-and-mighty to appreciate his hard work." Minho fiegns offence, dramatically gasping and putting his hand to his chest.

"Hm, I don't know, there's definitely some favouritism going on there-"

"Slim it," you snort, before dropping your gaze and suddenly becoming serious. "You're my favourite, Minho. You always have been."

He struggles to fight the smirk that crosses his face. "But, I guess I'm yours too, eh?" You grin. "Since you love me, and all."

Minho freezes completely, his face dropping. He blankly stares at you for a good few seconds.

"Ah, shuck," you burst out laughing as his face turns red, his hands coming to cover himself and his embarrassment. "So, you heard me..?"

"Yep, I heard."

"Right, yep, cool - shucking brilliant."

You smile. You've just had a near death experience, so an accidental love confession really isn't fazing you at all. Sitting up, it hurts but you don't care as you throw your legs over the side so you're sitting directly in front of him.

You pull his hands away from his face, taking them in your own. His eyes meet yours and you smile at him. Leaning in, you kiss him on the cheek.

"I love you, too," you mutter, almost into him as you only pull away a bit. He scoffs, and it looks like he's about to say something but his words fail him.

So, he decides to do something else instead. He presses his lips to yours and you immediately kiss him back.

It's short and sweet, and you're both smiling as you part.

"I'm so relieved you're okay," he mumbles.

"I'm always gonna be okay," you kiss the tip of his nose. "I've got you looking after me."

Another cute piece for my main boy.

Requests might be lacking for a bit since I'm away for the next few days but I'm gonna see what I can do.

I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri writes #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri tmr minho #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #tmr minho #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #minho maze runner #minho tmr x reader #the maze runner

[gabessquishytum]

How would 1389 Hob in the amnesiac Au react on wearing current clothes?

From the knee length shorts and tank tops to more 'indecent' clothing such a mini skirts and mesh stockings??? ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Im curious ocnekaklg rkallkdkkakxkekakkxlclwk aaaa

Also, I LOve UR BLOG LCNSKS ♥⁠╣⁠[⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠]⁠╠⁠♥♥⁠╣⁠[⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠]⁠╠⁠♥♥⁠╣⁠[⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠]⁠╠⁠♥

Ooo great question friend!!!! Thank you so much for your kind words. Here's the original amnesia Hob post!

I love the idea of Hob with a 1389 mindset exploring Hob from 2023's wardrobe! For Hob I feel like the colours alone would be so exciting! As a person of lower class he'd be wearing dark clothes out of practicality and necessity, so seeing clothes made with all kind of new modern dyes would be crazy! The textures too - he'd be used to wool, mainly, so touching silk and satin and even soft cotton would be so new and overwhelming. I can imagine him rubbing his face into the soft fabrics, feeling the softness on his skin. Maybe it's even a little arousing to experience such luxury.

Dream leaves him to put together an outfit for the day and he comes out in: fishnets (he likes them because they remind him of... fish nets. Which are familiar to him), red silk basketball shorts (he likes how airy they are), an aged t-shirt that Hob’s had since 1984 (it smells good and comfortable) and a scrunchy that one of his students crocheted to tie his hair back with. He's not wearing any underwear and he hasn't quite mastered the art of tucking his dick away in the shorts. Dream has a mild existential crisis over the sight of his medieval peasantified boyfriend dressed up like a college girl at a bar.

Hob is very proud of his outfit. But he's quite happy to be lead back to the bedroom and undressed all over again. His beautiful stranger who is coaching him so wonderfully through this bizarre world is so good to him. He's happy to stand in the bedroom and be dressed in sundresses and velvet skirts, happy to twirl around when Dream tells him to. Its like a wonderful fantasy world where everything is soft, full of colour, and designed just for his body.

Eventually Dream puts him to bed in a long cotton nightshirt and fluffy socks. No doubt Hob will wake in the night and hitch up the long garment so he can rub his cock against Dream’s arse. That's a habit that will never change, no matter the era <3

#rainy-days-and-nights #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[quodekash]

I FELL ASLEEP FOR A FEW MINUTES BUT WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS BABEYYYY LETS KEEP GOIGN ON EPISDOE 9

THE WAY HE SLIDES UNDER THE WATER TO AVOID ANSWERING THE QUESTION

I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH OML

noooooo dontttt

you should make outttt

nooooooooooooo

pleaseeee I just want you two to kiss and make out and be in love, and it'll be a LOT easier if youre stuck in a confined space with each other

YYYYYYYESSSSSS

SO THEN NOW THEYRE GONNA SHARE THE MOTORCYCLE???

EEEEEEEEE IM SO EXCITED

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE PUTTING-ON-HELMET TROPE AND THE WAIST-GRABBING TROPE

GOIUREDHSGPIOVKREND

he cARES ABOUT HIM

oh, what's that sound? nothing, its just me sobbing my soul out

bestie you're so in love with him

WAIT

HANG ON A SECOND

OMG

EVEN MORE SOUNDWIN/GUYNAWA PARALLELS

LOOK AT THAT FREAKING EXPRESSION ON GUY'S FACE

B O O M

aaaaaaaaaaaa soundwin/guynawa parallels may be the death of me

D U D E

this feels so intentional

nawa so badly wanted them to have a stargazing date

the way they speak in sync is so insane

they're like literally soulmates???

idk man, I think you should kiss. shooting star feels like a good reason to kiss

THEYRE GONNA COME BACK TOGETHER AND EVERYONE'S GONNA THINK THAT THEY SNUCK OUT TO GO ON A DATE TOGETHER OR WHATEVER

JUST LIKE IN MSP WHEN SOUNDWIN COME BACK AFTER WIN GIVES SOUND A RIDE FROM THE PHYSICAL THERAPY APPOINTMENT AND THEYRE ALL LIKE 'why did you guys get here together?? 🤔'

except this time I dont think they'll be as dense and stupid because the sexual tension literally oozes off of guy and nawa every time they interact

bitch did you not register the arm? bro is wounded and he obviously "didnt know where else to go" (aaaaa now my brain is going through classic enemies to lovers tropes)

broooo just kiss

you're looking at him so tenderly rn

d u d e

AWW, HE COULDNT SHOOT SOMEONE SO THEN HE GOT SHOT INSTEAD, AND ALSO LOOK AT HOW SAIFAH'S BUTTONING UP HIS SHIRT FOR HIM AAAA

the guy sitting next to you, that's what you can do

OH

OHHHH

OH THAT ADDS A WHOLE NEW LAYER TO THE THEORY

well, not really.

but its a very interesting detail!

SORRY

IM SORRY

BUT WHY DOES THIS GUY LOOK KIND OF LIKE MARKIPLIER

oh

well frick now im sad

o-oh

well frick now im SADDER

OKAY FINALLY

THEYRE FINALLY GONNA KISS AND ITS ACTUALLY GONNA BE GOOD

rfhghfghffhgbehsdbfhewbsdfhgaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhfebhgbehsbghbrs

YES

GOOD

YAYYYYYYY

FINALLYYYYYYY

guynawa's turn next pls

NOOOO DONT MAKE ME CRY WITH THE SHOT OF THE HANDS

FRICK

I love chimon's curly hair so so so much

B I T C H-

IM LOSING IT

THIS ENTIRE POST CREDITS SCENE IS FREAKING INCREDIBLE

I love cheesy pickup lines so much, but even more than that I love kang's ridiculously cheesy pickup lines, but even MORE than that I love sailom's reactions to kang's cheesy-ass pickup lines

so this is like. the greatest thing ever

yup

as per usual, for every single 12 episode bl ever, the actually insane stuff is gonna go down in episodes 10, 11 and 12

woohoo. can't wait.

(part of me just wants the fluffiness to continue but also part of me wants to get into the juicy drama of everything, you know? I love chaos so much)

WELL, EPISODE GOOD

I MANAGED TO WATCH IT IN JUST OVER 2 HOURS WHICH I THINK IS A NEW RECORD FOR SHORTEST TIME

and I shall be rewatching this episode once every single day until episode 10 comes out because I am feral 😊

goodnight folks!!

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #<- but not as much sleep as usual! #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #guynawa #nawaguy #marcpawin #pawinmarc #kangsailom #sailomkang #perthchimon #chimonperth #saifahname #namesaifah #papangpepper #pepperpapang #marcwin #winmarc #kanghansailom #sailomkanghan #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #marc pahun #win pawin #pawin kulkaranyawich #papang phromphiriya #pepper phanuroj

[brisquad-unit-4402]

IM LOSING IT OVER YOUR RECENT IKE FIC. LIKE OH MY GOD. its so sweet and heartwrenching i felt just as nervous and anxious as reader the entire time, and when ike reciprocated my heart MELTED AHHH his freckles!!! how kind and beautiful he is, and his confusion turning into acceptance and his SQUEALSSS AAAA. i cant take it this is my fav ike and probably luxiem fic of all time. all of your hard work paid off so well, it was so well structured and emotional and everyone felt so real!! like they arent characters, theyre actual people!!

ahh, now i wish i knew ike's perspective during those stream moments and his reaction to pen and paper ship content HAHA. i imagine he swiftly bookmarks it on his private account but he keeps blushing and his hands shake whenever he sees any fanart WAAAH. maybe one time he sees pen and paper kissing and he cant properly look at the notifications from reader's chat without FLUSHING RED i love them so bad

i love whenever i'm reading a fanfic and it's so sweetly emotional that you feel your own emotions kicking in. so whenever i hear my work has that effect on someone else it's one of the nicest feelings in the world and WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAVORITE IKE AND/OR LUXIEM FIC EVER. that's super high praise thank youuuuu sobsobsob

i mean this is the kindest most /posi way possible but "they aren't charcters, they're actual people" is the scariest compliment i've ever heard. like on one hand i'm genuinely happy! i worked really hard on keeping multifaceted personalities in mind even for the minor characters! but also Oh No. I'm Writing Vtubers. We Need To Play This So Carefully And So Conscious Of The Creator/Audience Boundary Or My Ass Is GONE

real talk one of my most favorite ike things is when he squeals at something cute or because he's embarrassed ahhhh. and his speaking voice gets so high pitched and soft when he's flustered too like?? it's probably my favorite charm point of his

the ogs remember the poll i ran like a month ago about if ike should have freckles or not. shoutout to the landslide victory, if i remember correctly 97% of voters wanted ike with freckles! so glad that worked out, it works so well with the star theme and the difference between an online friendship meeting irl, and how reader loves them because it's a reminder that they have so much to learn about ike and are ready/willing, and also, freckles are just plain adorable. ike is just plain adorable. put them together and if i were richer and thirstier i'd be commissioning an artist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

real talk tho i feel like ike goes from 1 to 100 whenever he catches himself simping over reader before the off-collab. either he's really good at acting composed, being normal, just interacting with his best friend like best friends do... or he's a stuttering, blushy mess that wavers like jell-o.

ike's the type of guy to sleepily check twitter before going to bed and whenever he sees pen and paper on his fyp it's like he snaps awake. maybe even squeaks or goes "a!" if it's especially.... you know. sometimes he can't even comprehend that people want him and reader to. well. his mouth goes dry.

and then he feels so dirty and embarrassed just because it's there, but... he's still looking at it. is it bad he's still looking at it? it definitely is but it's captivating, in a way. somehow. the artists are so talented, and somehow they nail your body language to a t, and the way your hair swoops above your eyes, and draw you with the cutest little expressions, and—

ah, who is he kidding.

in moments of weakness it triggers something in him to bury his face a little deeper in his blankets, pretend the screen's light would cool the heat pooling over his cheeks, and search the hashtag himself.

not even three pieces of fanart later, he has to throw his phone face-down on the mattress, cover his blush with a pillow, and now he's definitely squealing. it's healing and it makes him ill. it's... pretty. you're pretty. and he's pretty dumb for letting a silly crush distort itself like this.

the worst part is that some of these line up a little too well with daydreams he wanted to lock away until the end of time. he likes when he takes the lead. the stunned, puppyish expression so rare it only shows up on your face during the biggest plot twists during a stream, but coated in a darkened blush as he pecks them on the cheek, elegant and composed. calm.

ohhhh, this can't be good for his heart. especially when ike himself is so red-faced just thinking of it. calm, his foot.

still with the pillow over his flush, ike feels around for his phone and sets it on his nightstand. he chides himself. that's enough internet for the day, eveland! now quit acting like a shoujo high schooler in love and go to bed already, it's not going to happen!

he sets his face into a determined frown as he lifts the pillow and sets it aside. with any luck, he'd go the rest of the night without thinking of reader and his feelings for them.

the frown eases as he nestles into his blankets and tucks himself in. soft sheets and warm comfort greet him as he shuts his eyes, and he enters the fluffy haze of sleep as he slips into dreamland...

...is what he'd like to say, but not even ten seconds later his eyes snap open and jerks upright in bed. wait, i'm acting like i'm in love?!

he sits with the thought seeping through his brain like a corrosive acid, filing through every little moment he daydreamed about you, and when those don't paint him a picture he likes, he tries to recall the moments he shared with you instead. those are even fonder, and even worse.

he slaps his hands over his face and sighs, and when it sounds lovesick he sighs even more.

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#4402 answers #4402 writes #unit 4402 reporting #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en #whoops didn't even mean to write that #i should make a brainrot tag #update: i did 😎 #4402 brainrot #pliskinverse

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Shuhei Hisagi/Camgirl!F!Darling: Favorite Follower

Commissioned by anonymous

Hisagi knew that Humans had all sorts of things to see and do on the Internet, but he vastly underestimated just how much there was to explore. Right now his computer tabs consisted of motorbike customization sites, guitar music books as PDFs, and the streaming page for one particular Human. She'd come across Hisagi's radar with a video of her attending a music festival and even if they were separated by a dimensional barrier (and a screen), she'd seemed so kind and outgoing. Her commenters mentioned a live stream, and soon Hisagi was watching one. When she saw his username, she smiled so sweetly and said hi. 

"Ooh, HeiShu? I haven't seen you here before in chat, hi! Thanks for visiting me!"

His cheeks had reddened a bit; he'd never chatted online before, and hearing her say his name like that left him feeling oddly eager to have her talk to him even more. Soon he'd become a regular on her streams, and when he'd asked what she was talking about when she mentioned a "Weekend Special" stream at the end of the month, she'd smiled and winked while her chat bluntly responded.

"Dude did you not know she's a camgirl?" "Aaaa pls be a lingerie showcase this time!" "FINALLY, I've been begging for smth new for my cum tribute folder"

Hisagi's eyes widened. The Human Internet apparently had red light districts too? And ____ was one of the pleasure women…

He'd spent hours and hours after that poring over her archived Weekend Special streams, sighing and murmuring under his breath as he fisted his cock in time with her rocking her hips on video. He could almost imagine her right there on top of him, sighing in his ear without needing his headphones on to hear her. She doesn't know anything about the Soul Society, what he's lost, who he's lost…but she knows his name, and he wants her to learn so much more about him.

He keeps imagining how she'd react to various things in the Sereitei whenever he's at work, and now he's prone to fantasizing about her at his desk too. She'd look so cute, trying on one of his spare uniforms, fawning over him using basic-level Kido…doing a private show just for him, cameras off, right there in his chair…

He started to collect little bits of fanart of her other viewers had drawn, handmade merch, even a tracing of a signed autograph–he didn't have an address he could use if he wanted to order one officially, after all–and it was starting to occupy a fairly large corner of his bedroom at this point. He'd never felt more painfully aware of the division between worlds than he did watching her videos and counting the days until he could get some time off. He spent a good chunk of his last paycheck sending her a gift to her PO box: a phone charm from Urahara's shop, imbued with kido and tracking technology to deter Hollows from going near it. When he saw that she had attached it to her purse in a later video, his heart had skipped a beat. She liked it! She was proudly showing off HIS gift, and he could protect her even if they were nowhere near each other.

That tracking technology came in handy whenever he was bored and had some time to check in on her whereabouts; all he had to do was check his cell phone and see where she was. He liked to imagine what she was doing as he watched that little dot move around the map on his screen. Maybe she was going to a day job, buying a new headset…visiting a boyfriend…

No. No, she wouldn't do that. She had so many fans, and it's not like she'd lie to all of them just for money and attention. She's not like that. Shuhei knows her.

Well…not in real life, but he can read someone's character. And she's too kind to deceive him–a-and all of her other fans, too! Still, he should probably look into her private life a bit more in case one of her fans was planning on stalking her. Hollows aren't the only dangerous thing in the Human World, and he feels like he has a duty to protect her. She's saved him in more ways than one, so it's up to him to return the favor whenever he can. 

She really has no idea how much she's helped him thousands of miles away in a whole other world. He finally found the courage to trust someone new again. He has someone to fight for and live for after struggling for so long just to live for himself. She's the one person he'd ever want to lie with, and not just via a computer screen. 

Truth be told, he was struggling to stay satisfied with just using his hand and admiring her through his computer screen. He'd seen all of her videos, saved all of her pictures, and now whenever he touched himself he would just get frustrated thinking about how absent she was. He could imagine her as much as he wanted, but at the end of it he'd still be panting in bed alone with her voice coming through his headphones.

Kido had never been Shuhei's strong suit, but thanks to Urahara's shop it didn't have to be. During his next weekend off, he'd spent a pretty penny on a temporary portal to her coordinates. After grabbing some of her favorite flowers (she always had some in her room during streams) and more than one cup of sake for courage, he headed through and felt his hands tremble when he saw her sleeping in bed. 

He promised himself he'd wait to fuck her until after he bought a portable gigai and confessed to her properly. But for tonight, he was going to sleep next to her and enjoy his first night with her in the flesh. Even though (or perhaps because) she couldn't hear him, Shuhei leaned down and kissed her jawline. "I love you."

#.bleach #yandere bleach #.shuhei #yandere shuhei #fem darling #commission #.myshit #.commission

[ohii-san]

hiii everyone i translated the rinne/hiyori/hajime interactions from the stream today !

H: Everyone! Sorry I made you wait, it's time ✰

R: Now, Rinne-kun will be giving a special "Lesson on How To Win Games" just for those watching this stream ♪

H: No, no, that's no good! Don't defile my stream like that!

HS: Aaaa... Um, this is a broadcast only put on by three people, right~...? So I'm kinda worried there'll be an accident...

HS: Oh, you think it's "fun to see different personalities collide"? Hehe, thank you for your kind comment... ♪

HS: Now, shall we draw the subject card? Which one of you will draw?

H & R: It should be me!

R: Okay, okay. Then, let's have a competition to decide who gets to draw the subject card ♪

H: Whatever you want is fine by me. I'll never lose, because victory suits me! Don't you think?

HS: T-this broadcast... Will it really turn out okay?

// time passes //

R: So I lost. If we had gone a little more...

H: Fufu. Just as I said, I won! What ii hiyori ✰

H: Well then, I'll draw the subject card now, so you can all thank me as much as you want!

H: The subject is... "If you could only take one thing with you to a deserted island, what would it be?"

HS: I think I'd take... Some cookware~. What about you two?

R: Niki!

H: Jun-kun!

HS: Excuse me. Shiina-senpai and Sazanami-senpai aren't "things", they're "human beings", aren't they?

H: But I already decided that Jun-kun belongs to me, y'know?

R: An' Niki's mine too. He wouldn't have any trouble finding food there, so we'd just be able to kill time.

HS: Um... I don't think either of those are really answers.

R: Majime-kun* is so serious. The stream's full of comments like "I get it", and "I'd do that too"!

H: Yes, yes! This is just a hypothetical after all. There's no way I'd be able to go to a deserted island with just one thing!

H: Even if it's a little strange to you, it's best to make this a stream that everyone can enjoy ♪ Isn't it?

HS: Fufu... I agree. It's best for everybody to enjoy it.

R: Well, thank you for watching. Please look forward to the next stream... ✰

* majime-kun is a play on the word for serious, 真面目, that rinne uses . he basically just called hajime "serious-kun" and then also called him serious immediately after ..

#from the doctor's clipboard #enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #ensemble stars translation #rinne amagi #hiyori tomoe #hajime shino

[despairforme]

Sasaharu found out about the model's birthday online, dedicated fans that flooded twitter a bit until he was a trending hashtag. To be honest, to know that Nnoitra was a famous person did make him blink a few times, but looking over his works of modelling - he could see why. He had an odd physic, good though - worked in his favour with the line of clothing that covered magazines.

Back on track, he found himself willing to play about a bit - having Ume help him in making a collection of small handfuls of muffins. Several flavours, those he knows to dismiss caffeine from due to the aversion to it. After having the man look over his menu and try treats out - he worked with ease and comfort upon lining cupcake tins to place into the oven.

A large cake for one to consume, knowing it would be if Nnoitra dropped by today at all. It could be held for a good few days if not, but it mattered not. Sasaharu had a feeling he could ask for someone to deliver it if he really wanted. For now, though - his attention was on the cake, making sure everything worked in his favour. The centre a thick yet crème mouse chocolate, sponge walls and a top of semi-sweet powdery sugar icing. A soft green in shade with yellow decorative arts that matched what he saw Nnoitra's brand making him often wear enough.

Sasa didn't go too far in the decorations, but enough to make it stand out, with a white chocolate plaque and brown writing of Nnoitra's name and a happy birthday. With that finally finished and on display in a glass dome - the muffins were soon decorated too, with Ume's help. Sprinkles and chocolate dips, others with fruits and powder snow dusting on top. Six of those now settled in their display case too, with another chocolate plaque for Nnoitra to see when he came in.

"Mm." He chuckled at himself, though - a few hours later, holding his daughter's sleepy form and watching the world from his window. It was a quiet one, almost too cold for the usual customers and he was fine with that, patting a soft rhythm upon her back as he thought about how easy it was for him to celebrate another birthday that wasn't Ume's. A stranger really too --- but, if anything, he knew his food would be eaten until the last crumb with that one.

He made things a little more fun to create, knowing it'll be appreciated in its fullest.

"Happy birthday." Uttered into the room before he took himself upstairs to place Ume to sleep after waving off the delivery driver with the cake and muffins in their box to be taken straight to the man's POV box Sasa noticed on the blue bird app.

NNOITRA’S BIRTHDAY 2022 ! 🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈  ( very late answers oops )

      Well fuck him? Who the fuck created a wikipedia page for him? Apparently, it was from this wikipedia page that EVERYONE had found out that it was his birthday. His name was even trending on twitter. It wasn’t what he wanted to wake up to. His phone filled with notifications. He had looked at his phone for a few moments, stunned, and then he had groaned and dropped it onto the floor, rolled around in bed and decided to stay there for another hour. Nnoitra didn’t care about all the ‘ good wishes ‘ on twitter or whatever. It wasn’t like any of the people wishing him a ‘ happy birthday ‘ KNEW him. If they had, he doubted they’d be sending him good wishes.

       Yeah, Nnoitra was gloomy, even on his birthday. He decided to go to his favorite diner, as a treat. He didn’t go there as often as he had used to, basically because his contract made it so that he couldn’t eat what he wanted anymore. Second, because going out in public nowadays meant being recognized. Nnoitra envied other ‘ celebrities ‘. They could put on sunglasses and disappear in a crowd. It wasn’t that easy for him. He stood out no matter what he did, thanks to his height. He was willing to risk it today. He was fucking going to eat what he wanted on his fucking birthday for fuck’s sake! FUCK!

      As it turned out, Nnoitra didn’t have to go outside. Like some sort of actual miracle, there was a delivery for him. People finding out his address could be a real problem, apparently. He had been warned about that. Nnoitra wasn’t scared of ‘ crazy fans ‘ or whatever. He wasn’t scared of anything. What was the worst that could happen?

      He collected the delivery, recognizing it as FOOD right away. He couldn’t remember ordering anything yet... Who had sent it to him? He soon figured that out. It was sent from the diner where he’d thought of going. That was almost kinda spooky. Like someone out there could read his mind. He brought the box up to his apartment and opened it. Inside? MUFFINS! Lots of them! Decorated with sprinkles and chocolate dips, fruit or powdered snow. It was way too long since he had actually eaten something this indulgent, and his mouth watered over. Damn, this diner-owner was a nice guy! Nnoitra hadn’t even paid for this! He’d make sure to do so the next time he came to visit, and he’d also leave a big tip! But first? First he was going to enjoy these treats. Eating in the ‘ safety ‘ of his apartment made it so that he could enjoy himself much more. He sat on the couch and ate his way through the whole box. It probably looked like a sad way to spend his birthday, but he was loving it. He really needed to thank Sasaharu for this. There was still time --- Should he go there later maybe?

      After having finished the whole box, he took a shower, scrolled social media, ignored a call from his manager ( it was his birthday, he was allowed a day off ). Then, he decided that yeah, he’d go to the diner after all. He had to get dinner anyway, so why not? One would think he was full from all the cake he had had, but nope. There was always room for more. He wouldn’t say no to a milkshake either.

      He didn’t wear sunglasses, but he wore a hoodie. It was an expensive designer brand, though Nnoitra couldn’t for the life of him understand WHY it should be expensive. It was just a hoodie? Mah, in any case, he DID manage to get to the diner without making any fuss ( probably because he took a taxi ). In the diner’s display window, he recognized some of the muffins he had eaten earlier. He entered, fully prepared to pay Sasaharu for his kindness. In the past, when Nnoitra had been poor, he wouldn’t have thought twice about receiving things for free. Now? He didn’t like owing things. He wanted to get any sort of debt cleared right away. Not that he thought the other expected anything from him, but yeah. He had the money, so why not spend it? A bell rang as he entered, and he looked around to thankfully find the diner pretty empty. He imagined it had something to do with the cold weather. He walked over to the counter, not spotting the owner yet. He’d wait for him. He should... Probably say ‘ thanks ‘ for the delivery, right? Nnoitra had never been good at thanking others. No wonder, seeing as he wasn’t used to people giving him anything. 

#nvrcmplt #[ aaaa so kind of him t-t ] #[ nnoitra needed a good start to his day fjfjf ] #[ AND THIS DID THE TRICK ] #[ such a long ask tala!! i loved reading it! ] #[ thank you very much for sending !! <5 ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #talking shit. ╱ answers. #portfolio. ╱ au.29.

[thelunaticghost]

xvn fic recs !!

i have been meaning to do this for a while : mostly because fic recs are fun to compile and also thee seems to be a BIG shortage of any fic rec posts!! so here are some fics i have enjoyed over the years!! ofc this list is non exhaustive please note the ratings of each fic and heed the tags before reading! sorry, that i am putting in the shorter summary

anyway!! feel free to put in more fic recs too!! :D

End OTW Racism | over the edge of all our knowings by merthurlin [ G, 10,146 words , 1/1 ]

Years down the line, after the whole business with Lumine and her brother has been concluded, Venti decides to go on a world tour. He sends Xiao letters.

merthurlin got me into xiaoven so ofc my list starts with her fic! this is just so so sweet and even if its not necessarily fluffy there is a warmth to the writing it is a comfort read for me! i recommend every work by her (regardless of fandom). though in xvn End OTW racism | never dreamed of nobody like you is another excellent fic!

nocturne by yanrans [ T, 34,540 words, 4/4 ]

In which Venti sells magical music boxes, Xiao is his unwitting customer, and there is absolutely, definitely nothing more to it at all.

modern au where venti is - a scammer? - i mean a music box seller and xiao is just a regular guy and and. its funny and delightful and absolutely breath taking. i wouldnt elaborate more so as not to spoil anything further but the fic has many unexpected surprises in it! yanrans is another writer i definitely recommend to check out more! their writing style is very flamboyant and poetic.

what hides in neon shadow by morii_tea [ T, 7,547 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao is a cyborg, Venti is a thief, and the glittering city of Teyvat hides more secrets than they’re prepared to find out.

its so rare to see morally grey venti is potrayed (even though he isnt v morally grey but still. xiao having to remembering that venti isnt as honourable as he appears is yesssss wohoo). this fic has some thrilling action and a v fun cyberpunk world!! i wish it was longer but it is v exciting nevertheless

every morning in the dark by magicites [ M, 77,124 words, 34/34 ]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

READ THE TAGS!!! character death and suicidal thoughts are two major warnings. but DAMN this fic it's just so. SO FULL of everything WRONG with xiao!! and venti too but such a GREAT angst fic!! it gets everything so Right. magicites also happened to have written one of my most favourite genshin fic too :] and if you havent read her other works!! you are missing out!!

the half-life of the yaksha is absolute by GStK [ G, 1,000 words, 1/1 ]

Venti digs his thumbs in to keep open the wound but it is too late His gaze snaps over to the teal essence dancing over Xiao’s fingers. Now all those words will belong to him And Venti will belong to him, only.

READ THE TAGS!! now that i have went into the time loop fic ofc i have to mention the beautiful corrupt xiao prose. the imagery is flowery and grotesque!

foreigner's god by smallghosts [ T, 3,818 words, 1/1 ]

Lord Barbatos falls asleep for a few hundred years. Xiao copes with his absence in strange ways.

a pre-canon fic where xiao becomes - in a way - a worshipper? it's SO GOOD. its about the yearning!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS i dont think i have to explain further

love me like you do by Limerancy [ T, 3,000 words, 1/1 ]

They aren’t the kind of friends that touch.

TOUCH STARVED AND TOUCH AVERSE XIAO!!!!!! this fic makes me a lil bit feral. a little unhinged. i absolutely enjoy reading about the yearning , the desire JUST!!!! AAAA. this writer also writes v fluffy modern au one shots!!! so be sure to check them out too :)

The Kissing Tree by Princeliest [ G, 7,581 words, 2/2 ]

Venti kisses Xiao, and Xiao does not understand why.

VENTI COMMITMENT ISSUES!!!!! as much as i adore reading xiao angst, venti angst is still something i love seeking out and its a tragedy that its not explored enough in this ship :c but anyway!!! such amazing characterization and exploration!! princeliest is one of fav genshin writers and this fic delivers!

wishing on dandelions all of the time by OedipusOctopus [ T, 8,270 words, 1/1 ]

When Venti first catches sight of the swords artfully hung on the wall of his new roommate's bedroom, he regrets putting up the sublease on Craigslist. Firmly believing this guy is a total weirdo, Venti is more surprised than anyone when he realizes the total weirdo is actually adorable. It's not against some invisible Roommate Code to dream about kissing your roommate, right?

ofc there is a classic roommate au fic!! this was one of my most favourite fic from last years xvn week: its hilarious and silly and just a perfect relaxing read!! the characterization and their banter is so entertaining i admit i have read this multiple times!

Where Words Fail by kavvueh [ T, 27,926 words, 11/12 ]

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

this fic is such a delight!! it has some light background lore, some silly shenanigans, miscommunications, pinning - a truly fun mixture! the fic is v light hearted but written with a lot of tenderness. i am v excited to see its conclusion!

what queer sins stain thy soul by Anonymous [ M, 3,232 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

there is some explicit things in it (in non explicit way) i believe religious guilt is one of the best flavouring to xvn. it is an under-explored area in this ship imo and this fic not only has that but also!!! asexuality !!!!!! this fic so so personal and its exploration of desire that gets to me a lot

unholy virtues by morphasia [ E, 17,065 words, 6/6 ]

In exchange for his body in more ways than one, Venti summons a demon to reclaim something that has been stolen from him. It's a just contract. That's all it's supposed to be. That's all it was ever supposed to be.

READ THE TAGS!!! this fic truly went creature/creature. this au is just so fascinating and funny in a twisted way (but not bad). this fic isnt for everyone though but it is definitely worth the shot.

#luna rambles #genshin impact #xiaoven #venxiao #thats all i think ? #anyway this made me realize that i forget to bookmark so many fics..... #whoops #and also that i tend to like fics on how much i like venti's characterization. hehe #but yeah this is non exhaustive list! if someone wants to add they can ofc! sorry for my over commentary #and even though i repeat it in the post itself 13804 times: check out other works by the writers!!! #i wanted to include more but. but the post is so long already you know? like i couldve done a shorter format BUT AAAAAA #i could idk it's just not. the same #making such posts is just a destress activity to me tbh

[radioiaci]

Wanted to answer all the nice things I was given in one post, so find them under the read-more cuz it's long. <3

@radiiosugars ⧐ you are a wonderful writer and i enjoy seeing your portrayal! I smile when you're on my dash <3 the little details you include with his perspective really do paint a picture! (and i hope your day gets better! )

WEH THANK YOU SO MUCH SALT, you're a blessing and I wholeheartedly appreciate whenever you spam me on Discord with SILLIES even though I don't always have the capacity to respond right away fjkdjgjdg I LOVE YOUR PORTRAYAL AND YOUR ART TOO and thank you for the kindness 😭

@copaceticjillybean ⧐ You are…soooo good at stuff! Your Alastor portrayal, your art, it’s all just really really cool! I’m always so excited, when I see you post your animatics, or a new drawing, or a reply, because I know it’s gonna brighten up my day a bit! ; I know you’re having a hard time today, but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really neat and good at what you do. ^w^ ; Oh, and I almost forgot- you’re also just FUN. Like, your ooc posts are just cute and funny, and I like seeing you pop on and tell us what you’re thinking. You’re easy to talk to, and that means a lot, especially for someone like me who can get nervous talking with people >u<;

AAAA THANK YOU, I really do try to be as approachable as possible given the type of person that I am, so I really don't want anyone to feel like they CAN'T talk to me. sometimes the RPC can feel really limited and exclusive and I like to change that in whatever way I can. you are always very kind and fun to write with as well AND I CAN'T WAIT to see what sort of sillies Alastor and Jillian can get up to

@helluvaflames ⧐ I love the way you write Alastor and I'm still loving writing Fizzarolli and him in these scenes. You write Alastor so well and its been so fun to get to know him through our threads!

YES THANK YOU YOU GET ME, I love writin' with your lil Fizzy too! I'm also excited for Alastor and Angel's "date" LOL I'm sure there will be RIDICULOUSNESS there, just knowing how they generally interact. Thank you for putting up with me and my silly deer boy!!

@tinyfieryghost ⧐ YOUR ART IS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. I love how you draw Alastor and writing with you is always a pleasure! I also love how you write Alastor! Silly guy who can and will murder and maim!!! Also you're great to talk to in general!

LISTEN YOU, YOUR ART IS ALSO PHENOMENAL and I didn't think I genuinely would get as invested into Alastor/Ghost's relationship but him in my brain was just like? ? ? ? "this one is mine? ? ?? actually???" so I MEAN IT JUST HAPPENED THAT WAY and I'm not mad about it. I'M EXCITED for Al's encounter with Reaper fr fr and I love writing with you!!!

@visage-of-hell ⧐ *violently kicks in the door* DID SOMEONE SAY POSITIVITY???? ; Bitch, you're one of the most TALENTED fuckers I know on this site. Amazing writing style? Check. Brilliant character portrayal? Check. AND knock-your-socks-off gorgeous artistic skills to boot???? Dude, you are a triple threat of sheer creative genius--don't you DARE be doubting that for even a second!

WUH HUH BUH LISTEN you are ALSO very talented and I VERY MUCH love writing with Al and Vis together because they're a real ENEMY TO LOVER ARC MAYBE? AND I KNOW IT'S SLOW MOVING BECAUSE ALASTOR IS STUPID but I LOVE IT ALSO??? Thank you my friend, I love to talk with you too and share funny sillies and fawn over them being so STUPID

@damnedrainbows ⧐ //you’re one of my favorite alastors and truthfully I admired from the sidelines for a while because I felt inadequate hehehehe I can!t wait to interact with our muses more and see where it go for him and lucifer ; also forgot to tack on, amazing artist ; like seriously I link my friends your art all the time on discord lol

WHAT???? ONE OF UR FAVS???? STOPPIT. That always means a ton to me, especially because I know how many TALENTED and wonderful writers there are playing Alastor out there so that RLY MAKES ME FEEL GOOD AND VALUED and YOUR writing is also fantastic! Al/Lucifer's first thread is so weirdly deep after starting off as like almost a meme and I'm LIVING for it LOL. AND I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART LMAO maybe some day I'll draw something like actual serious for people to share jgdljgd but I enjoy drawing shitpost Al too much BUT THANK YOU this means a lot.

@lilitophidian ⧐ HEEEEY YOU, I LOVE YOUR LITTLE DEER, AND WE GOT SOME DOPE ASS SHIT GOING ON LIKE??? your writing is so fucking good I wanna do more threads with you at some point even though I have verbal diarrhea ; BUT YOU DESERVE THE BEST LIKE I TAKE TIME ON MY REPLIES TO YOU SO THEY ARE GOOD EATS??? Like, let me love on ya!!! ; Also your art ; I'd tattoo the pink dress wearing Alastor on my body fr

MY LIL DEER BOY YES I'M SO EXCITED for him to be.... tortured... mercilessly (that sounds bad LMAO) but LISTEN we are both wordy and I do NOT hate that one bit, I EAT IT UP YUMYUM gimmi all that good good exposition and artsy prose I LOVE that shit and you do it SO WELL. Also thank you for recommending frilly pink dress Alastor, I think he will never live that one down LMAO.

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ you are SO funny and sweet pascall, i love writing with you ( and your writing is amazing obviously i cannot live without it ) but even just our conversations ooc bring me lots of joy !! you have fantastic art and i am FLOORED by how creative you are ! thank you for making me funny shitposts and indulging my horrible brainrot 😭💜

I'M GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS listen the fact that you have put up with my dumbass over the last few weeks just constantly spamming you with radioapple shit means that you should get some type of AWARD HONESTLY. every IC interaction we have is so good and whenever you reply I'm like *VACCUUM NOISES* as i ABSORB IT. YOU're the one indulging MY horrible brainrot and u know what there's something beautiful about that. THANK YOU ily ily

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Thank you all for such kind words, it really did make me feel better about my poopy day. <3

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[dannystheone]

hi!! i’ve been loving all of your south park content!! i love ur writing style sm 💗 i hope it’s okay if i request a lee kenny drabble! maybe stan and kyle are trying to get him to do something for them, and have to use tickling to convince him! feel free to reject this, no worries if you do!! tysm, i hope you have a good day!! 💗💗

Oh of course! I love this idea aaaa it's been on my mind since you requested it I love lee Kenny *-*

WARNING: KIDS SWEARING

Do Us A Solid, Kenny! (Lee Kenny/ Ler Stan and Kyle)

Stan and Kyle visit Kenny's house to try and convince him to be a part of their Science Fair project. When Kenny's price is too steep for the boys, they have to think of another way to convince Kenny.

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"Kenny, your little friends are here to see you." Kenny's mom, Carol, knocked on the boy's door and allowed his friends into his bedroom. Kenny looked up from his action figures on the carpet and waved to his friends.

Stan and Kyle stepped over Kenny's toys and lewd magazines. "You boys play nice now." Carol closed Kenny's door behind her.

"Omph, hi guymphs." Kenny picked himself off the floor and went to visit Stan and Kyle.

"Hey Kenny." Kyle waved.

"Sup dude. Hey Kenny, we got a favor to ask." Stan addressed. Kenny shrugged and sat on his bed.

"Whumph umph guymphs?" Kenny asked behind his hood. Stan and Kyle exchanged a glance before they spread their hands in explanation.

"You see Kenny, me and Kyle paired up to do our science project together for Misses Garrison's class. Our project is on the study of anatomy." Stan explained. Kenny nodded along.

"...Well, Cartman was supposed to be our test dummy for the project, but he had to travel unexpectedly. So we came to you to ask!" Kyle smiled while he said this, with Stan looking a little uneasy.

"Amph me wumph?" Kenny shrugged.

"Our project is on the digestive system, so we'd need you to wear this shirt-" Stan pulled out a white T-shirt with a hand-drawn diagram of the digestive system on the front. "-while we explain the different organs that make up the system. We also have a cardboard cutout with information on it, and some other gay shit like that, whatever. Can you do it?" Stan asked.

Kenny narrowed his eyes while he thought.

"Mm, omphay. I'll do it." Kenny shrugged. Stan and Kyle shouted and high-fived each other.

"Yes! Thank you, Kenny! You're a lifesaver!" Kyle held Kenny's shoulders while he grinned wide.

"The Science Fair is this Saturday. We can pick you up if you-"

"Mm! Waimt a minumte!" Kenny's eyes furrowed. Kyle and Stan looked at each other before looking at Kenny.

"What's wrong dude?" Stan asked.

"Imph it's om Samurmay I meed momey. 300 bumcks." The boys mouths went agape at this.

"Dude- what?! 300 bucks, we don't have that kind of money!" Kyle exclaimed. Stan sat down on Kenny's bed and looked directly at Kenny.

"Dude come on Kenny there's gotta be something else we can do. It's one Saturday for like three hours, we gotta give up our Saturday too! Look, after we do the project, we can get pizza and play video games and hang out without Cartman!" Stan tried convincing Kenny.

"Yeah man, it'll be cool! And we can watch the new Terrance and Phillip! Without Cartman! That's like the best part!" Despite Kyle's words, Kenny shook his head at the offer.

"Mm-mm. 300 bumcks. I'll do the promject." Kenny crossed his arms defiantly. Kyle and Stan slumped their shoulders in dejection.

"Dude what are we gonna do? Kenny was the only kid aside from Cartman not already involved in the Science Fair!" Stan groaned. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose to try and stave off a headache.

"Kenny come on, do the project for free. You owe us anyway." Kyle's hand splayed. Kenny's eyebrows knitted themselves in confusion.

"Owme youm form whamt?? I do everymthimg form youm guymphs! If amythimg, youm owme me! 350 bumcks!" Kenny refuted angrily.

"What?! Dude don't raise the price that's a dick move!" Stan shouted, standing up from Kenny's bed.

"Kenny don't make us convince you to do the fucking project. Just do it 'cause you're our friend." Kyle crossed his arms in frustration. That made Kenny pause.

"...Howm arm youm gonma comvime me?" Kenny asked curiously. Stan and Kyle exchanged glances once more. Stan grabbed Kyle's arm and swung him to turn their backs on Kenny to discuss amongst themselves in hushed whispers. It sounded like Stan had a good idea when Kyle excitedly agreed with him before the two turned back to Kenny, all business.

"Kenny, last chance. Do the project with us for free on Saturday and we can hang out afterward. Otherwise, we'll have to use drastic measures." Stan and Kyle's faces were blank as stone. Kenny resumed his tough guy act. He crossed his arms and turned his head away.

"Fumck no." Kenny replied. Stan and Kyle looked at each other with lidded eyes before suddenly pouncing on Kenny; tackling him on the bed. Kenny's eyes widened as he kicked his legs out wildly.

"Mmph! Whumph the fumck?!" Stan had himself wrapped around Kenny's left arm and Kyle wrapped around his right. Kenny's legs were free to kick out at random.

"Sorry Kenny, but we need you at that Science Fair! And if we can't have you do it for free, we're gonna have to force you to do it!" Kyle shouted, before sneaking his hand underneath Kenny's orange jacket and scribbling his fingers in his tummy.

"MMPH!! Sthmhmhmhmm!" Kenny giggled behind his hood, his eyes squeezed shut. Kenny pulled on his arms and bucked his hips to try and throw Kyle's hand off his belly.

"Come on Kenny! Say you'll do the Science Fair!" Stan exclaimed. He wrenched Kenny's arm away from his side to shove his hand in Kenny's side.

"Mmm-mhmhmhm! I meheheheed momey!" Kenny's eyes squinted in his giggles. Kyle's hand snuck higher to Kenny's ribs, which made him squeal.

"Aw dude, I can feel your ribs! Sick!" Kyle remarked. It was easy to ladder his fingers between every rib space and vibrate his hand in a ticklish way.

"Sounds like you need that pizza, huh Ken? You could have it for free if you say yes to the fair!" Stan tried to persuade Kenny, accenting his words with squishes to Kenny's side.

Kenny's orange jacket made shuffling sounds as he shifted all over his threadbare mattress. His lewd magazines that littered his bed fell to the floor.

"Guyms sthmhmhmp! I cahahahamn't dohohohom thahahat!" Kenny's muffled laughter huffed behind his hood. Kyle grew a bit aggravated as he moved his hand back to Kenny's tummy and delivered spastic jolts to his midsection.

"MMPH!! Kyhyhyhyhyle nohmhmhmhm!" Kenny's hands clenched in Stan and Kyle's grip. Stan was having trouble navigating Kenny's ticklish spots with his hand still above his jacket, so he started going for spots where the jacket was thinner.

"Why do you need the money so bad Kenny? If you say it's for magazines, I'm gonna get your hips." Kyle threatened. Kenny's eyes flew open as he shook his head quickly.

"Mm-mm! Mm-mm! I meed it form my simster!" He admitted. Kyle and Stan's hands stilled for a moment.

"For your sister? Dude screw her, you'll get money later. We gotta do this fair-" Stan started, but Kyle shot him a look. Kyle removed his hand from under Kenny's jacket.

"What's up with your sister, dude?" Kyle asked. Stan rolled his eyes and took his hands away as well. Kenny sat up on his bed and held his own hands.

"Welm, it's herm birthmday nemxt weemk...amnd I wamnted tom get herm a premsent. Thamt's why I meed 400 dollarms form the Sciemnce Fairm-" Kenny explained, but Kyle made a scoffing sound.

"Wait a minute?! It's 400 dollars now?!" Kenny started giggling earnestly behind his hood and hiding his face with his hands.

"You fucking!-" Stan growled and started grabbing Kenny's sides. Kenny burst out laughing from the unexpected attack; his arms clamping to his sides and his knee jerking up out of reaction.

"Nohohohom Stahahahan!" Kenny shifted to Kyle's side, but Kyle pressed his fingers in Kenny's thigh. Kyle found a shredded hole in Kenny's jeans and started squeezing the bare skin of his thigh.

"You better start lowering that price dude! The fuck kinda present takes 400 dollars to pay for?!" Kenny snickered behind his hoodie and tried to push Kyle's hands away.

"Hmhmhmhm! I dohohohomn't knohohohow!" Kenny wriggled all over the bed as both Stan and Kyle's fingers pressed and prodded his skin.

"So you don't even know why you're asking for so much money, you're just dicking with us." Stan asked in a monotone voice as his fingers tazed Kenny's ribs. Kenny started belly laughing as he couldn't properly defend himself; his head knocking back with his newfound laughter. His hood fell off his head, his blonde hair poofing out along with his unmuffled laughter.

"Guy-Guhuhuys! Seheheheriously! Gehehet off!" Kenny's hair fell over his eyes as Stan and Kyle targeted his ribs and his thighs.

"You gonna do the Science Fair, Ken? We can do this all day!" Stan reached upwards and started spidering the back of Kenny's neck. The skin was warm from all his laughing in his oversized jacket. Kenny cringed and ducked his head to the side.

"If you pahahahay mehehehe!! Ihihihihit's 450 dohohollars!" Kenny shouted, his smile wide and bright. A bandaid on the bridge of his nose crinkled with his laughter. Kyle made an offended sound.

"Alright dude, that's enough! Now you're just fucking with us!" Kyle slipped his hands underneath Kenny's jacket and took hold of his hips. He started pressing his thumbs into his hip divets. Kenny squealed and started squirming underneath him.

"KHYHYHYLE DOHOHON'T!! Stohohohop!!" Kenny begged and gripped Kyle's wrists in protest. Stan was amused, and let go of Kenny to let Kyle do his thing.

"' Don't stop?' Alright, you said it!" Kyle braced his fingers behind Kenny's back to get a better grip on Kenny's hips. Kyle's green hat tipped forward as he dug his thumbs in Kenny's divets.

"Gahahahahad! Plehehehease! Ahahahahaha!!" Kenny started going a bit berserk at this spot being targeted. Stan put a hand on Kyle's back to try and still him a little.

"Are you gonna do the fair or not Kenny?!" Kyle demanded, his thumbs tirelessly jamming into Kenny's waistline. Kenny's laughter hit a high-pitched peak.

"CHRIHIST! Okay okay okahahay! I'll dohohoho it! I'll dohohoho the fahahahair!" Kenny shouted. Stan pried Kyle's hands away from Kenny's hips as soon as he yelled out his answer. Kenny breathed in deeply from his assault.

"So, you'll do the fair, Ken? Sorry we had to do that to you." Stan scratched the back of his head while Kyle rubbed his fingers. Kenny grumbled as he forced his hood back on his head and pulled on the hoodie strings to hide his face.

"Myeah I'll do it... form 100 bumcks...Samurday is my wormking daym, so if I dom the fairm I losme momey." Stan looked at Kenny with his mouth agape.

"Dude, you could have just said that from the start! We didn't know you worked over the weekend! If we did, we would have paid you from the start!" Kenny shrugged at Stan's words. Stan looked to Kyle.

"Two fifties each?" Stan suggested. Kyle nodded wordlessly.

"Alright cool. Well, thanks Kenny. Nice seeing you dude." Stan gave Kenny a bright smile and clapped a hand on his back, as if everything that just happened didn't just happen.

In the end, Kenny made it to the Science Fair with Stan and Kyle and wore his digestive system T-shirt while Stan and Kyle performed their project. Kenny was still given pizza, and video games, and watched the new Terrance and Phillip with Stan and Kyle (without Cartman).

Kenny was also given his 100 bucks to spend on his sister's birthday present. She was incredibly grateful, but she had no idea the real price he paid for that present.

#south park #south park tickles #kenny mccormick #lee kenny #ler stan #ler kyle #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #danny writes

[merakiui]

absolutely would be willing to read dark tweels!! nwn

Aaaa I’m glad!! A few have also echoed this, so I’m relieved to know it’s something others would be interested in reading.

I feel like I don’t explore the darker sides of the tweels as often as I should. With the sk aus, I can explore a lot of darkness, but I really want to write something that feels so utterly bleak and hopeless. I think writing very mean, remorseless tweels might also be an interesting thing to try because sometimes you can forget that, though they act human and follow human ways and rules to an extent, they are still dangerous predators underneath that façade. I think also the fact that they beat up a sturgeon just for its scales is telling in some way. I imagine once the tweels want something they’ll do whatever they can to have it, enabling each other’s bad behaviors in the worst ways.

They also make for such a horrifying duo. Nothing fazes Jade and he seems so eerily calm at all times, and then there’s Floyd who is so unpredictably Floyd. One minute he’s comforting you and the next he’s annoyed that you’re crying so much and any kindness he might’ve shown you is steadily replaced with irritation. Jade is too smart for his own good, and Floyd’s too strong for his own good. It’s made worse when Jade will (very rarely) stop Floyd before he does something to you, but this is as fleeting as it is mercurial. Jade may have stopped Floyd from hitting you because he likes your teeth perfectly intact, but that doesn’t mean he won’t stop him if he wants to knock you up. :)

I’d love to write something where they slowly, methodically corrupt and break you. First you’re staying out later than you’re meant to. Next they’re getting you to drink and smoke. Next they’re convincing you to do risky things with them (car sex in crowded lots, shoving a vibrator inside you and going out to shop or eat while they control the intensity and watch you suffer, getting you addicted to pain to the point where you’ll beg them to choke you or hit you until you pass out or fracture a bone). They dress you so nicely, too, in expensive brands that feel too luxurious and cover malicious bruises and bites, and to outsiders the three of you look like a cute couple. Just a sweet-looking person with their two strong, sophisticated boyfriends. Little do they know these boyfriends are pounding you into the mattress the minute you get home, nearly tearing you from your clothes. :) they’re such horrible influences on you and yet, in spite of all that they subject you to, you like them. T-T

The snuff film idea is something else I’d like to write. I think it would be interesting to write about the tweels’ psychology on a darker, more messed up level. They’d have too much cruel fun torturing you. Your clock is ticking, so everything you do matters. It feels impossible to attempt an escape when you’re up against a man who feels very supercomputer and another who could snap your bones as if they’re nothing. I think I’d also like to explore very unhappy endings in a tweels’ fic. Most endings usually are unhappy, but I want something very, very unhappy. The type of unhappy in which you think Reader will succeed, only to fail at the last moment. It’s a heart-crushing defeat.

#twisted chit chat #forgive my ramblings orz i just think it would be neat to explore

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

mer!sugu watching you transfer a bug to a leaf so it wouldn't drown in the waves of sea water, just thinking about how you're too sweet for this world. too nice, too sweet, too eager to help others, even to the smallest of creatures you find by the beach. he can't help but feel irritated.

not at you.

never you.

but your tendency to pick up strays like suguru doomed it all from the start. he couldn't help but fall in love when you helped him and chose to stay. he couldn't help but fall deeper in love every time your eyebrows furrow with worry when he's even the slightest bit hurt. or every time you smile when he seemed content.

it feels so good to be happy, but christ it hurts to think that he'll always outlive you. he'll always live with the fact that he'll inevitably lose you someday.

so whether he leaves or he stays, it'll hurt anyway. no matter how sweet your love is, and how tender the moments you spend with one another are.

he hates that.

[got the thought from rafayel [love and deepspace] my other pretty purple fish man ...i couldn't resist with the angst my bad-]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ANONNNNNNN ……..

when i saw this in my inbox i kinda had to take a breather … i have no idea what i did to deserve such talented anons ??? like genuinely ???? everyday i wake up and one of u dropped the most heartwrenching beautiful concepts i’ve ever read and then i’m just expected to continue on w my day like nothing happened smh ……..

AAAA JUST . this concept !!!! T_T anon!!!!! it’s so dear to me and def in line for what i think the main theme of this au is which is just … kindness? the meaning of little everyday acts of mercy??? and u just described it so so well i can’t handle it…. reader being so kind and happy to take in strays, even at their own detriment…. mer!sugu who can’t help but be charmed by it even though he thinks you should be a little more selfish :((… and the emphasis that he could never be angry at you, he’s just angry at the world and your circumstances…..

“your tendency to pick up strays like suguru doomed it all from the start” anon the way you phrased this is turning my heart to mush :((((( he can’t help but fall for you and that dooms you both. sob.

it feels so good to be happy, but christ it hurts to think that he'll always outlive you. he'll always live with the fact that he'll inevitably lose you someday. so whether he leaves or he stays, it'll hurt anyway. no matter how sweet your love is, and how tender the moments you spend with one another are. he hates that.

and don’t even get me started on this 😔😔 this aspect of their dynamic makes me so sad bc i don’t think reader ever thinks about it (or even knows that merfolk live way longer), but suguru does and it’s just this bittersweetness that he keeps to himself… that makes his chest hurt more than he’d prefer…. sighhh. T—T the thought of mer!sugu loving you forever and cherishing your memory even after you’ve passed makes me so sad….. but it’s also such a beautiful aspect of this au :’3 he won’t always have you with him which only makes those tiny moments of kindness and happiness between you more important!!

so i think deep down he’s really glad that you’re you, even when he has to share a home with all the abandoned kittens you brought back <3333

#anon this ask was written so beautifully im SO sorry i let it drown in my drafts :’3 #like it made me completely insane #gave me so much inspo for this au too!! #hhh i love them so bad T_T mer!sugu and his kind little reader….. i think he’s so protective of u :((( #doesn’t want anyone to take advantage of ur kindness…. even if he teases u for it a bit #i love him so bad #ty for the good food anon <33 here is a fresh fish from mer!sugu to u 🐟 eat up !! #i cooked it for u 🍣🍣 #ask tag ✩ #mer!sugu <33

[crystallakec]

HELOOO!!!!!!! YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING AND ONE OF MY BIGGEST INSPIRATIONS RN!!!! i was just wondering what other artists inspired you or yk who/what taught/inspired you to draw the way that you do rn (especially for ur anatomy and coloring like OHHH MY GOD YOUR ART IS SO TASTY MY PHONE IS IN MY MOUTH IM CHOKING)

aaaa!!! thank you so much!! This means HUGE to me because I always consider anatomy to be my biggest weakness in art T▼Tso your kind message is a straight up confidence boost for me anon❤️☝️THANKS A LOT!

HONESTLY I THINK my anatomy only got better later last year, ever since I started to like [REDACTED] ?? I really wanted to draw him properly so I just keep making art even if they turn out terrible😭Ryan ottley's art definitely inspired me a lot...since I had to go through the comics again and again for reference

Besides Invincible, this book could be very helpful! https://www.genkosha.co.jp/gmook/?p=28292

At last, big shout out to all the bara artists i followed on twitter

#清洁工碎碎念²