#They were uhhhhhh I don't know

[desthen]

Fighting for my life trying to avoid eye contact with my dad everytime there's an emotional scene because he's wondering why im making him watch emotions and avoiding my mom's stare everytime something out of the ordinary happens cause she's wondering what's going on. Send help

#We watched all of moon knight #I love it so I wanted to watch it again #They were uhhhhhh I don't know #I asked them what they thought and they said /nothing/ #I had them in the first episode #But then I lost dad in episode 2 to his phone #And mom to hers in episode 4 #Disappointed they didnt love it too #Working through the emotions #I have issues with showing ppl things I like and they don't #Because this is not a special incident #Fuck it man #I enjoyed rewatching it #I gave them many outs #Moon knight

[scarletfasinera]

I will tell you what I did today after I do it. See you soon.

#txt #This is cryptic #I just don't want anyone who lives in NYC to try to impromptu meet me #I have had some random person who followed me a while back (years ago now) find me at my job and like. #They literally called my name and I was like “?????????” and they were like “HI. I KNOW YOU. You don't know me. I follow you” & I was like #“⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️” #Like I guess(?) that's sweet but. I do not know yiu and this is my place of employment. How did you even find me. #It's not like I posted my work address anywhere. I worked at a fucking Walmart. #But I guess 1. Openly saying the state in which I lived & 2. Having A Picture Of Me Online At Some Point (never again) #3. Stating that I worked at A Walmart. was all enough for someone to find me. #I don't actually know if they were looking FOR me they could have just been shopping and saw me #But I still thought it was incredibly strange to approach me like that at my job while I'm on the clock 😭 #Especially opening up like “YOU DON'T KNOW ME BUT I FOLLOW YOU ON SOCIAL MEDIA (:” I was like Uhhhhhh I am not well-known enough for this. #So anyway. Yeah. Precautionary measures.

[tafadhali]

Got hit by a car today

I'm totally fine (if sore) but having someone accelerate into your fragile human body feels really personal

Also having a ton of lawyers and like everyone you're doing jury duty with see and hear you get hit by a car (crying "Why did you do that to me???") as you head into jury duty is a real way to start a day

#i did not call the cops right away #but then all the lawyers and my parents convinced me to #and of course they were like ''uhhhhhh why did you call us it's kind of too late now'' #and i was like ''I KNOW but everyone TOLD ME TO anyway here's her info if i die in my sleep or whatever'' #i didn't really need or want them for anything but #in my experience calling the cops is exactly like going to a walk in clinic #they stare at you and then grudgingly acknowledge there MIGHT have been a reason you called and then say there's nothing they can do #(i don't make a habit of calling the cops) #(i am trying to make a habit of going to the doctor but it's hard when you feel like an idiot every time)

[sysig]

Hand in hand in hand in hand (Patreon)

#My art #Earthbound #Ness #Paula #Jeff #Poo #It wasn't the best art day but I am happy with the final product so it all worked out lol #They all have such a weird subdued colour palette lol #Like I love subdued colours! But the Choices of some of these are uhhhhhh Interesting #They're desaturated but also like Just Off y'know? Like just a little too green or a little too blue or a little too dusty #I dunno I've only just started working with it and I tweaked some of them a little bit so I have yet to fall in love with its strangeness #They are all cute kids tho ♥ I made some assumptions and intentional ignorings for their outfits lol but it was fun #I do really like how Ness' colour palette is the most complex - it makes sense for his Main Character status #Paula's is very cohesive and cute - I gave her an almost Pokemon clothing pattern?? I don't know how to interpret those white pixels lol #I also headcanon her as having an ever-so-slightly asymmetrical hairstyle haha just a teensy bit longer on her left side #Jeff has a bow tie! Love that for him #Also no shock here but his hair was the easiest to draw lol wonder why #His glasses were just an added bonus #Poo's outfit is so simple palette-wise which again reflects his character type ♪ Very nice #I do wonder why he has a white gi if he's a black belt tho? That might've just been a my dojo thing tho lol #I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it before but I love that they all have rosy cheeks that is So Cute #Good group! They're good kids 💕

[pinkopalina]

extremely rare shots of.... someone's? bedroom in beavis and butt-head's house

#this episode is weird because butt-head mentions having a relationship with his dad here #but then in the movie it's clear he doesn't recognize his dad #butt-head does passingly mention it's possible he and beavis have the same dad but i think its just a continuity error since #it's such an early epiosde and i don't think they were super fleshed out yet #plus the movie does say the boys are genetic matches for their dads so they do have different moms and dads #also butt-head could be. lying? #i just really hate how they keep implying beavis and butt-head mihht be related #like in this book sucks there is a family tree that implies they might be related but i really think it's just a silly joke #since beavis' mom looks like butt-head and butt-head's mom looks like beavis in that book #also the book says beavis' ''mom'' who looks like butt-head is also the child of the person she might have reproduced with #aka they're saying beavis' mom might have had beavis with her dad 🤮 #sooooooooo uhhhhhh BLECH i think it's just a bad joke? #like something mike tossed in to be like this is really silly and i'm against giving them too much backstory so i'm gonna - #-throw out something really weird and obviously wrong #well anyways to my knowledge the book isnt canon anyways bc it was written by someone else #even if created by mike #and the movie - again which ill take over more canon than early unfleshed episodes and dubiously canon books - #confirmed they were genetic matches for their dads that we see and we know they have different moms #just by way of them talking about them #sorry for the tag essay but i thought itd be weird if i didnt acknowledge it #tl;dr old episodes don't count in terms of backstory that had been corrected later and b/bh are confirmed NOT RELATED!!!! #so annoying i wish mike judge would just say it but i dont think he'd have them go through all the gay shit they do #if he honestly intended for them to be interpretted as related #maybe thats why mike doesnt really wanna release the first like three seasons on dvd #it seems like it would just be opening a huge can of worms #especially since they were a lot more raunchy in the beginning LOL

[detectiveconnor]

@streetslost liked x

They were in the same elevator. It was designed for a maximum of eight people, so not particularly large, but Connor held the door for her anyway because the young woman seemed eager to catch it. They were headed to different floors, but both were headed up. Connor had some paperwork to sort out for work, here. He might even be able to go home, after this, and maybe make dinner, or go straight to bed.

The elevator slowed gradually to a stop, and stayed there. No accompanying ding, no indication it thought it had completed its journey, just -- the squeak of the track coming to a halt, a lurch, and then they were still.

The overhead lights flickered, dimly, then went out. “-- Shit.” This was, definitively, not how Connor had been intending to spend the last hour of his workday. (He was already three hours into overtime.) He hit one button. Another. No response from the elevator whatsoever, and his phone had died on the way over here.

“Do you have a phone?”

#ic #streetslost #i'm ............ #not sure she would Use an elevator BUT this seemed like a. neutral meeting place idk #hello hi thank you for liking the post! if you have another meeting idea in mind absolutely feel free to hurl something at me #it is um. it is nice to be able to write this version of connor i know you do not. i don't know if you know him actually #but he is being Shorter here than he would be if he were not This Particular Connor #love that for him #hmu if you would like to plot or discuss or plan other things! or just throw me a meme or six and we can wing it if this doesn't work #i am very flexible actually #uhhhhhh #my disco is #detectiveconnor/talktoten7813 #but with the. hash you know the hash

[alllgator-blood]

I posted these on reddit a while ago and I've gotten multiple messages asking if I had any other social media? Which I didn't at the time, but after years of not bothering to post my art I think that was the boost I needed to finally re-emerge from the rock I've been living under.

ANYWAY uhhhhhh I've drawn these guys so much since I posted this that they might look a little different when I eventually post my newer art of them. Mostly because I don't bother drawing the little crosses on their heads anymore besides on leshy because frankly the antennae are really funny. If anyone has any questions about my hcs or what I intend to do with the characters, my ask box is open and I don't have anything better to do than endlessly ramble about gods that 100% would rip my head off immediately if I ever encountered them!

SPEAKING OF WHICH, the reception I got for these on reddit was way more positive than I was expecting which I am immensely grateful for, but there was definitely some miscommunication about the afab shamura headcanon so I'm just gonna dump about that below the cut if you want to hear me ramble about my nonbinary-ness for a while:

OKAY SO it's canon that the bishops were feral little animals before they found their crowns, right? Leshy and Shamura both talk about it during their follower quests. Feral animals do not have a concept of gender, only biological sex, so if they ascended to sapient godhood they would suddenly have a grasp of gender. My hc is that Shamura was a female feral spider, ascended to godhood, lost their bio sex in the process as with all the other bishops, and was just like "you know what? I don't want to be anything. This is kinda swag actually" so they just became War and Grief and Cosmic Horror incarnate. I am fucking desperate for any relatable enby representation in the media I like, so I just want to clarify me saying they were female at some point just is me going "I am living vicariously through this character who shed their mortal flesh prison to be an eldritch spider war god devoid of any sex characteristics" and not "I'm one of those numerous people who for some reason lumps this canonically agender character in with a binary sex". Anyway thank you for reading this far, here's an unfinished voidpunk shamura from a pride flag color palette thing I did of the bishops:

#cult of the lamb #cotl bishops #shamura #leshy #heket #kallamar #narinder #the one who waits #cotl headcanons

[helen-with-an-a]

I am an Adult pt 3.5

Hi. So I wanted to a sub-chapter kinda thing about Lena's side of the relationship/first few months etc. So here it is. Also shout out to the anons who gave me some inspo for this - u really helped. Also, I would like to preface this by saying I don't really know much about the Wolfsburg team as a whole, so if anything's wrong please let me know.

In this fic - the bold text is meant to be in German (but I didn't want bascially the whole thing to be unreadable for people) so just imagine it's in German

Barca Femeni x Reader / Lena Oberdorf x Reader / VfL Wolfsburg x Lena Oberdorf

Description: R and Lena's relationship from Lena's perspective

Word Count: 2.7k

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4 : Part 5

Lena was too smiley. That was the first thing Jule noticed after the Barca match. The hotel they were staying in was nice, the weather was very warm compared to Wolfsburg, and the day off was well deserved.

“What’s up with you?” She asked her best friend, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Lena dismissed her as she fell onto her bed, phone in her hand.

“Speaking English now, are we?” Jule teased, studying Lena. She had a slight flush to her skin that wasn’t there this morning. She seemed too happy for someone who had just been ‘exploring’ all day. “What did you do today?”

“Nothing … uh, nothing much; I just wandered ‘round a bit,” Lena said distractedly. Jule hummed in false agreement. Something was going on.

A gasp pulled Jule from her inspection. It was Lena, staring joyfully at her phone before hurriedly typing away. Ok, something was most definitely going on, and Jule was going to find out what and soon.

“I’m going …” Lena cleared her throat and shook her head as if to shake away the English. “I’m going to go shower … uh … yeh.” She gathered up her stuff and headed to the attached bathroom, leaving her phone on the bed. Perfect, it was time to snoop; Jule congratulated the universe on its opportunistic timing.

[Initial]💙❤️: SPOTIFY LINK – One Direction, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’:  https://www.spotify......

L💚: SPOTIFY LINK – Odeal, ‘Next Time’: https://www.spotify.......

Who was ‘[Initial]💙❤️’ ? And why were they sending Lena a link to old One Direction songs? Specifically, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’? And why was Lena sending a song back telling them ‘next time’? The bathroom door opened a little.

“Jule, did I leave my phone?”

“Uhhhhhh, yeh, you did. Here,” Jule quickly locked Lena’s phone and rushed to hand it to her.

“Gracias,” Lena said absentmindedly, closing the door again. Spanish? Since when did Lena speak Spanish?

Slowly, the pieces slid into place for Jule. Lena had been out all day. Lena came back too happy and constantly looking at her phone. Lena replied in English and Spanish. Lena had received a text telling her that someone should have kissed her. Lena responded with the promise of next time. Lena was definitely on a date.

It wasn’t confirmed for Jule until the return leg. Much like in Barcelona, Lena disappeared all day and reappeared, looking far too happy the day after. She definitely went on another date.

“So,” Jule said as she cornered Lena in the locker room during recovery. “How was your date?”

“Oh, it was great. We went-” Lena froze. How did Jule know about her date? “W-what date?” Lena tried to cover slip up. Jule grinned devilishly, refusing to let Lena weasel her way out of this questioning.

“You know, your date with the Barca player,” she laughed at Lena’s horrified expression.

“I didn’t … What … me? No … I don’t,” Lena rubbed the back of her neck, trying to hide the dark blush adorning her cheeks.

“Don’t lie to me, Lena Sophie! I am your best friend. You went on a date, 2 dates, and didn’t tell me,” Jule said, slightly hurt that Lena didn’t trust her with this. It was well known that Lena didn’t do dates; she didn’t do the emotional side of romance. She flirted, she charmed, and she took people home – only to have them leave the next morning, often not quite remembering their name when the sun rose. To see her friend finally consider a date, multiple dates - and maybe something more – Christmas had come early for Jule Brand.

“What d-” Lena started to deny, but after seeing Jule’s face, she knew she was caught. She sighed before spilling her happiest secret, “She asked me after the Barca match if I wanted to see some stuff in Barcelona. It was such a good time. We went to breakfast, and she made me try all these Spanish and Catalonian pastries. Then, she showed me all the tourist spots. She took me to lunch and stuff and then showed me all the quieter places she likes to go. Then, we ended with dinner, and it was just, ugh. So, so perfect.” Jule smiled, liking this side of Lena she hadn’t seen before. “And then, we so nearly kissed when she walked me back to the hotel and then she sent me a song telling me she wanted to kiss me and,” Lena sighed dreamily. “And we’ve been texted and phoning and whatnot, but I asked her out after our match on Sunday, and we went to the Christmas Market, even though it’s only November because she mentioned she’d never been to one before, and we ate far too much and then …” Lena paused, the romantic gushing so uncharacteristic of her. “She kissed me. She kissed me, Jule. And it was so perfect, and, ugh…” she trailed off again. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered, grinning to herself as she confessed.

“She sounds wonderful, Lena. But who is ‘she’?” Jule teased lightly, nudging her best friend.

“Um … Y/N. The number 17 put 2 past us on Sunday,” Lena smiled as she said your name, a lovesick expression taking over. “She’s got this smile and, god, her laugh. It’s like angels or something. She so, so beautiful, Jule.” Lena gushed. Jule hadn’t seen Lena like this, ever, but she wasn’t opposed to the in-love ramblings. She liked this side of Lena and hoped she would stay for a long while. “But she’s also funny, and kind, and sweet, and just … she’s already picking up German for me. I didn’t even ask her to; she just turned up here, and at the Market, she went to ask a seller about this piece of jewellery, and it was in pretty decent German. She was so cute, she got all blushy and shy afterwards and…” she sighed again. Her fingers coming to fiddle with the woven bracelet on her wrist – a gift from you to remember you by. Like she could ever forget you.

“Wow, Lena. When can I meet the girl that’s got you so lovesick?” Jule teased gently, bumping her shoulder against Lena’s.

“Not for a while, sorry, Jule. It’s just, it’s all so new, and we haven’t really discussed what we are yet, and we won’t be able to see each other for a while because of our schedules and, um…” Lena had the decency to look slightly embarrassed at her response, but she loved the idea of being able to keep you all to herself for a little while.

“No, I get it, no worries,” Jule smiled understandingly. “I can see that she makes you happy, and that’s all that matters,” she added, squeezing Lena’s hand at her words. “But I will require regular updates from you about how things are going, ok? ‘Cos … my best friends in loooove,” she sang out, laughing at Lena’s bright blush.

“Yeh, yeh, let’s go to recovery, c’mon,” Lena said, shoving her friend out of the empty changing room.

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[Initial]💙❤️: I want to tell them about u x

L💚: Tell em

L💚: Can I tell my team?

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg yesssss xxxxxxxxxxxx

Lena had permission from you to tell the team, and she was so, so happy about it. Telling Jule made everything feel so much more real; she couldn’t imagine how telling the team would go. She figured she’d start with the girls she was closest with.

Jule, Ewa, and Sveindis all gathered in her living room as Lena stood nervously in front of the TV.

“Um, so … I have something I need to tell you guys,” Lena said, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. Why was she so nervous? She loved the idea of being able to take you out on dates without hiding anything; she wanted to be in the crowd when watching your matches; she wanted to kiss you in front of the whole world … and yet she was nervous about this. If she had to guess, she would say it’s because she hasn’t done this before. She doesn’t date, and she’s never had to introduce her teammates to a partner before, but here she was, about to burst your little bubble of private joy. You had told her you’d done it already – or at least, you didn’t discourage the team when they snooped and didn’t stop them from guessing.

“Oh, my god. Are you leaving?” Sveindis asked.

“What? No!” Not yet, anyway. Lena replied.

“Are you dying?” Ewa countered. Lena was slightly shocked at her question.

“Ewa!” Lena gasped.

“Are you pregnant then? Did something happen? Are you ok?” Sveindis sat up, full of concern for her friend.

“No, good God, no. No, I’m fine.” Lena looked horrified that that was what her best friend’s brain jumped to.“I … I just needed to tell you that I have a girlfriend…” There was a split second of silence before Sveindis and Ewa burst into hysterical laughter. Lena looked towards Jule, unsure of the scene in front of her.

“Yeh, right. Good one, L.” Sveindis joked between peals of laughter.

“A girlfriend, nice one, Lena” Ewa wheezed.

“Guys,” Jule tried. She could see Lena’s face fall. When Lena had invited them to come over this afternoon, she had been so excited—she could finally share with her friends, her family, that she had a girlfriend—an actual, real girlfriend who treated her well and made her oh-so-happy. And now they were laughing at her. Was the idea of her being in a relationship so comedic that it brought tears to their eyes?

“You know what, fuck you. Get out, get out now.” Lena shouted, causing an immediate cease to the laughter.

“Lena, c’mon. That was a good joke -” Ewa started.

“It wasn’t a joke. I have a girlfriend. And I wanted to tell you today, but you think it’s basically impossible for me to have one. So, Get. Out!”

“Are you serious?” Sveindis asked.

“Get the fuck. Out. Of my House.” Lena replied, moving to open the door for them.

“Not about that, about having a girlfriend?” She ignored the open door, a clear sign that she was unwelcome at the moment.

“Yes. And I was really excited to tell you, but you guys find it so hilarious that I could have a relationship.” Lena said, hurt that her friends were so disbelieving of her.

“No, it’s just … you’ve told us so many times that you don’t date. You are … were … so adamant over it.”

“And when you stopped mentioning your one-night stands and stuff, we figured you were going through a dry spell or something,” Ewa added.

“We’re sorry for not believing you,” they both hung their heads, embarrassed that they hurt a close friend. Lena closed the door gently and returned to the living room.

“Does this mean I can finally meet her?” Jule asked after a moment of awkward silence.

“You know who she is? That’s not fair; how come Jule gets to know first?” Ewa moaned.

“Not yet, Jule. I still need to tell the rest of the girls first,” Lena sighed, sitting down on the armchair by the window. “And Jule knows first because she figured it out.” She explained to Eva.

“You should have seen her after the Barca match. She was so giddy, all blushy, and staring at her phone. Ugh, it was so cute. And then, after the home leg, she came into the changing room and couldn’t stop smiling. I’m surprised you haven’t caught on sooner; she’s not very subtle.” Jule gushed.

“So, it’s a Barca player? Who is it?” Sveindis asked.

“No, wait, let me guess,” Ewa shouted. “Ba-Batlle? Is that how you say it?” Lena giggled as Ewa bounced excitedly on the sofa.

“No, she has that maybe-thing with Bronze. Coll?” Sveindis countered.

“No, she’s definitely in a relationship; they did a lock screen video thing, and she was her girlfriend” Ewa and Sveindis pushed their heads together, coming up with ideas of who might have stolen their best friend's heart.

“What about Y/S/N? Y/N? Is that her name?” They looked to Lena for an answer. Whilst a verbal one wasn’t given, it wasn’t needed. The beaming smile was all that was required.

“Awww, she’s a cutie.” Ewa came over to hug Lena

“Real sweet, too. She came to check on Camilla when Pina did that tackle.” Sviendis agreed. “Now, tell us all about it. I want all the details!” They all got themselves comfy as Lena spilt all the information about the best few months of her life.

L💚: I told some of them

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg really??

[Initial]💙❤️: What did they say?????

L💚: They didn’t believe me at first ahahahaha

L💚: They thought u may have been Ona or Cata !!!!

[Initial]💙❤️: ahahahahahahhahahhahahahhahahaha

L💚: But then they said ur a cutie and real sweet

L💚: Which u r, obviously xxx

[Initial]💙❤️: Stoppppppp

[Initial]💙❤️: Ur gonna make me cry xx

[Initial]💙❤️: R u gonna tell the rest ?????

[Initial]💙❤️: No rush or anything xxx

L💚: Yeh I am xxx

L💚: I wanna tell the world ur mine xx

[Initial]💙❤️: now I’m actually crying wtf

[Initial]💙❤️: 1 photo image attached

[Initial]💙❤️: I wanna tell the world ur mine xxxxx

L💚: Schatzzzzzzz xxxx

[Initial]💙❤️: A nickname now?

L💚: Shut uppppp

[Initial]💙❤️: never

[Initial]💙❤️: Meine Liebeeeeeeee

L💚: 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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“Obi,” Alex called as the training ended for the day. “I need to talk to you.” Fuck! Lena tried to remember what she might have done to piss Alex off. She had behaved all training session – for the most part; the thing with the water was Riola’s fault, not hers. She was guided into an empty media room and was met with Svenja sitting on the table. Fuckkkkk! What had she done? Two players she saw as maternal figures had their Angry Faces on.

“Before you say anything. It wasn’t me,” Lena rushed to cover her back.

“What wasn’t you?” Svenja asked.

“Whatever you think I’ve done,” Lena answered cryptically. She wasn’t admitting to anything.

“So, you don’t have a girlfriend then?” Alex asked. “Sveindis was lying to Vivi?”

“Um … my answer depends on how mad you will be.” Lena ducked her head to avoid Alex’s gaze.

“We’re not mad that you have a girlfriend, Lena.” Svenja pushed herself from the table and took Lena’s hand.

“We’re mildly irritated we found out from changing room gossip,” Alex added, coming over to squeeze Lena’s shoulders. “Look at me,” she instructed when Lena still refused to look her in the eye.

“Your girlfriend is Y/F/N Y/S/N, yes? Barca’s number 17.”

“Yeh,” Lena couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face at the mention of you.

“Does she treat you well, Obi?” Svenja asked.

“Yes, she treats me very well.”

“And you treat her well?” Alex added.

“I like to think so. She said I make her happy.”

“Good. When will she next be in Wolfsburg? Or at a match?” Svenja asked

“I’m going to see her at her away game in Madrid when we have the free weekend, but our schedules don’t line up for a while after that. They match up again just after the international break, so she’s coming here.” Lena explained.

“Good, gives us longer to prepare a speech.” Alex said to Svenja

“Speech?” Lena asked, slightly weary of what might happen – she knew that the 2 women could be very intimidating, especially if you weren’t German or didn’t know them very well.

“Yes, a speech—the ‘do not mess with Obi’ speech. I don’t doubt you will get one from Putellas and maybe Bronze and Paños, too. They seem very protective of her.” Svenja pulled Lena into a hug as Alex ruffled her hair.

L💚: Whose speech will be worse? Alexia’s or Alex and Svenja’s?

[Initial]💙❤️: Hmm, scary Germans or scary Spaniards???

L💚: I will endure it

L💚: Just for u Schatz

[Initial]💙❤️: As will I

[Initial]💙❤️: Only 4 u meine Leibe

I hope you enjoyed this little sub-chapter thing. I'm on my uni holidays atm so hopefully I can write the next chapter fairly soon but I do have deadlines etc <3

Also thank you to all the love from the anons ahaha - it means a lot to me <3<3<3<3<3<3

#woso community #woso #barca femeni #woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #fc barcelona #woso blurbs #woso fanfics #woso imagine #lena oberdorf x reader #ona batlle #lena oberdorf #jule brand #alex popp #vfl wolfsburg frauen #vfl wolfsburg women #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso fluff #woso oneshot #woso one shot

[mikobeautifulheart]

Yuji accidently switches to Sukuna when your asleep.

TW: Uhhhhhh. well it goes kind of spicy but nothing really happens (Smut wise) just a li'll spicy

"Yuji, your squishing me" you mumbled half asleep. You woke up to the feeling of Yuji's arms wrapped a little to tight around your torso.

"Shh, you'll wake the brat up." a deep voice said in you ear.

Immediately your fight or flight instincts kicked in and you were trying to pull your self out of his hold.

"Relax, i'm not going to kill you. Yet" He said holding on tighter. (If it were possible)

"What do you want!" you whispered harshly, your voice still waking up.

"Just to get taste of what the brat dose, isn't that fair?" he hummed as one of the arms let go and the hand moves lower down your body.

"No-" You gasped feeling his cold hand rest on your upper thigh and give it a small but harsh squish.

"Honestly, don't bore me or I will kill you. What a plesant surprise that will be for the brat when he wakes up."

His hand goes higher this time, playing with the hem of Yujis shirt you were wearing.

"Don't touch m-" you cut off by sukunas other hand over your mouth.

"Shhhh. Wouldn't want anyone else to know about this would you? You might get the best executed beofre he even eats all 20 fingers of they find out he can't keep control of me."

Yuji being executed was something you never wanted to happen, that's why you cherished every moment with him. But God Sukuna was making it really hard right now.

His hand let go of the shirt and slowly made its way under it making your eyes widen in horror.

"Mhmnmph" the muffled pleas you were saying didn't reach sukunas ears as he kept moving up onto your stomach.

You started to struggle more as the adrenaline really kicked in moving your head forward and slaming it into Yijis/Sukunas nose.

"Ouchh, what was that for." Yuji said as if he just woke up.

You wriggled making Yuji realise the positions his hands were in before letting go in an instant.

"What happened?!" Yuji asked seeing tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

"I though he was going to-" Yujj reached his hand out to wipe an escaped tear before a tounge came out of his palm and licked it way.

You and Yuji froze as he just looked at you mortified.

"I'm just going to move to the floor..." Yuji said taking his pillow and setting up on the ground.

"No yuji it's alright it wasn't you" You wanted to be comforted by him so bad but just knowing sukuna was there almost put you off.

"Are you sure? More like are you alright?" He asked. You shook your head as a no and leaned into him for a hug before a mouth appeared on his cheek whispering to you

"I'll be back"

AUTHORS NOTE: IDK why I'm so tempted to write smut but not smut rn. Btw rebloggs r welcomed. Anywaysss part 2?

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ON THE EDGE!

Ethan landry x reader

Warning : NSFW! (Sub! Ethan Dom! Reader) edging (m receiving) praise, pet names, uhhhhhh idk (this is very short) | m.list

(It's a weekend, guys, and I'm feeling so bold so.....like hope this is okay - this is my first full NSFW)

I'm back lovelies!!!!! And I'm testing my writing with Smut, so be nice ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Did not proof read

It's late, and Ethan has been a pain in the ass. For the past two hours, he's been bothering you while you've been doing homework. Finally, the tap on the shoulder threw you over the edge. You now stand over Ethan as he sits on the bed. "I told you not to bother me!" Your face held anger.

"I know, but I was just wanting your attention." His voice was soft as he was somewhat nervous about how you looked at him.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, you have it, so what do you want?" You would be lying if you said you weren't horny. Truth be told you were stressed the fuck out and having Ethan here walking around shirtless with the only thing being those gray fucking sweatpants.

"Fuck, y/n please I'm- I'm sorry I didn't-" he was cut off by your hand palming him. His hips shooting up, wanting more friction, a groan from his throat echoing out. "Y/n I- God please don't- don't stop" your hand ran in circles over his dick you could feel him twitching under his pants.

"Please, what? Use your words, pretty boy. " You sat up closer to him, pulling his head up so he could look at you. You sunk down on the ground, and he watched in awe as you were on your knees for him. The friction your hand was giving him....he wanted more.

"I- I want you, baby, please!" His words were broken up as he tried to keep his needs hidden- which was not working.

Your hands left his groin, causing a whimper to leave his lips. He looked down at you, and your eyes were on him, biting your lip as you thought about your next move. "Lift your hips for me, pretty boy." he didn't think twice before his hands flew to the side of the bed to support himself. Your hands danced slowly, rose to his hips, drawing lines as they reached his waistband.

"Y/n, please stop with the teasing!" His voice tried to be strong, but you could see through the facade. You knew he liked the way you were teasing him. It made it more exciting.

His pants rested at his ankles now, the boxers falling with them. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, still shocked by his size every time. "I can never get over how beautiful you are." You lean up, capturing his lips. He moans into it as he feels your hands grasp him. He pulls away slightly, resting his forehead on yours. "Look at you, such a good boy for me"

His hand rested on your neck. He didn't want you to move. "Fu-fuck, don't dont stop." Your eyes never left his. Your hand pumping him hard and fast. His hips buckling every few seconds. His voice cracked with sounds that were music to your ears.

You could tell he was getting close by the way his hand tightened slightly on your neck. "You want to cum?" You voice laced with venom.

"Yes, yes, please please I wanna cum let me cum please" his hips thrusting up matching the rhythm of your hand. You felt your own pluse between your legs. Seeing him like this always made you wet, you could feel your underwear sticking to you like never before.

"Too bad," you let go of him and backed away. His hand and head dropped at the loss of contact. "What? No, please y/n pleassee" he was so whiny.

"No. You distracted me from my homework so what makes you think you can cum?" He tries to grab your hand but you pull away. "If you can sit there for thirty minutes, no distraction, no touching, no whining, then maybe I'll let you cum"

He only nodded his head. He didn't want to risk it by speaking. He watched you as you turned to the desk, sitting down continuing your work. He was still painful hard. Any movement he made want to whimper out. He wanted to get on his knees and beg you, but he knew he couldn't.

This was going to the longest thirty minutes of his life.

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Hello! Could you do Pure Vanilla Cookie x Fem! Ancient reader, whose kingdom is like a spiritual kingdom and The Reader Is just very stressed?? Like, very little time to eat, sleep, ect. How could PV maybe comfort her?? Have a nice day!!

`•- Time for Yourself

pure vanilla cookie x fem reader

summary: pure vanilla notices you haven't been acting like yourself lately. how does he help you feel better?

warnings: physical touch, pure vanilla is kind of a worry wart, also im not super proud of the writing on this one so im sorry if it's not as good as my other stuff :((

a/n: is it bad that when i went to the store today and saw pure vanilla extract on the shelf i thought of pure vanilla cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie has noticed the lack of letters you've been sending him recently.

Of course, he knows that ruling a kingdom is no simple ordeal, and, of course, there's no way you would be able to send him a letter every day. However, despite that, you've always made sure to send him letters frequently and inform him of every nifty little thing going on in your life.

That is, up until roughly three and a half weeks ago.

You used to send him letters every four or five days to keep him updated on everything going on in your kingdom, and he always wrote back when he received your letters. However, when he responded to a letter you sent about three and a half weeks ago, you hadn't written anything back to him.

He found this behavior very strange, as you were always enthusiastic about being able to talk with him whenever you got the chance. Pure Vanilla Cookie was, frankly, getting rather worried about you and how you were doing. So, he decided to take a trip over to your kingdom to see for himself what was wrong.

When he finally arrived, Pure Vanilla Cookie was quick to stride towards your castle, making haste towards your office, where you spent most of your time. Gently knocking on the door, he quietly entered the room, as to not disturb you too much. He immediately notices your eyebags, the empty coffee mugs littered around your desk, and the way you don't even glance at him when he enters the room, thinking it was just some servant needing to ask a quick question or something of the like. Needless to say, when he spoke up, you immediately turned and stared at him in surprise.

"My Dear, has everything been okay lately?" He gently asks. "Ah! Pure Vanilla Cookie? What are you doing here?" You respond, shocked. You had no idea he was coming, you had no time to prepare, you didn't want him to see you like this.

"Are you alright?" He slowly walks toward you before draping his cloak over your shoulders, "You haven't responded to my letter for weeks, and you look awfully tired. How long have you been sitting here working today?" He looks at you with worry swirling in his eyes.

As you sit there failing to answer his question, he gently places a hand on your head and caresses your hair, sighing, "You need to remember to take care of yourself, you know. You can hardly handle this much work in the state that you're in. Why don't you rest for a bit?"

You look at him with tired eyes, attempting to provide a counter-argument, "I know, I know, but-" "No buts. You're going to go lay in bed and read a nice book to help you de-stress. I'll also fetch you some tea. Then, perhaps you can take a nap. You'll feel a lot better when you wake up," He suddenly picked you up, carrying you back to your bedroom before you can even say anything. Perhaps he was right though, as you were indeed doing a lot better the next morning. Perhaps self-care really is important after all.

a/n: not me writing a fic about self-care at 2 am when i haven't slept and i am in fact not taking care of myself lmao uhhhhhh i promise ill get some sleep once i finish up the rest of the requests i swear i pinky promise i swear

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself! don't be like me lmao

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Devour

Uhhhhhh... I don't know where this came from. I have only written smut once, so ignore this if it is terrible. It's not really smut. it's more like Alastor thinking about stuff while licking you, lol.

Alastor ponders his affection for you, and his desire to devour you.

Pairing: Alastor x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Thoughts of cannibalism/violence, affection, light smut, oral female receiving, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 647 (Very, very short)

Alastor wanted to devour you. Every part of your soul. He wanted your flesh dripping from his mouth, and snared in his teeth. He wanted the taste of you to linger on his tongue for weeks, and randomly flood his mouth again. Deep down, he knew he would regret it instantly, but there was something about tearing into your body that called to him. He knew it was that he loved you, and this was the only way he could rationalize that feeling. How could anyone ever look at you, or harm you, if you were forever part of him? How could you ever turn your back to him, or leave him, if your flesh was made one with his?

Alastor could not take part of your flesh like that. He wanted you by his side, even if some small part of him didn’t. He wanted to be able to see your smile, and hear your laughter, and so he had to deny that desire. So he made the two of you one in another way.

His tongue flattened against your slit, teeth grazing against the soft skin. His claws pressed against the meat of your thighs, keeping them open for him. Alastor’s ears twitched at the soft sighs and pants that left your throat. Your hands twitched, one was pulling at his hair, soft tugs when he made your body jolt with pleasure.

Alastor loved the feeling of control he got when he touched you like this. He also felt so close to you. That possessive heat that curled low in his belly filled him to the brim when your legs spread for him. The soft cries of his name, and the way your cunt squeezed his fingers tightly. Every little thing was just for him, and it left him nearly dizzy. And how you tasted. It was something he would miss if you were gone, and thus he quelled that need.

His tongue flicked your clit, and your thighs pushed against his hands. “Calm, dearest. I’ll get you there. Just enjoy this,” he whispered, and you could only whimper in response. He loved taking his time with you. You got so desperate, and it made his cock twitch. 

Alastor lifted your thighs, letting your knees come over his shoulders, and he kneeled on the bed. His shifted the two of you back, and folded you in half. Like this, he could see the frenzied desperation on your face as he pressed his tongue into you. 

Your breath came in wild pants as he pressed his long tongue into you, curling the muscle tight. 

“Alastor… Please,” you begged, your voice barely audible. Your eyelids fluttered as he twisted his tongue about. One of his hands pressed against your navel, your warm thighs touching the top of his hand. The pressure, along with the way he flicked his tongue, and pushed it deeper inside you, sent your soft walls fluttering. 

You were so close, and he could feel it. He wanted it all to himself. 

“Come for me, mon cœur.”

Your body pulls taut under him, and he watches with deep satisfaction at the way your face contorts. 

What a wonderful sight you always made. He would never grow tired of it. It was the way you sighed, and the way your soft body went lax after an orgasm. It was the way you lazily smiled up at him, and the way your soft hands stroked his face. It was the small kisses, and the quiet sighs as he found home in you. These were some of the reasons he fought the desire to tear your beautiful body and soul to pieces. 

Alastor would never truly understand how he felt, but he knew that he wanted you beside him, even if it meant he would remain longing for something he couldn’t have for the rest of eternity. 

There is no taglist on this one, because I need to set up a Mature!Taglist. I will look into setting one up for that. Again, minors DNI. You shouldn't be able to read this.

I hope this was ok. I plan on writing smut at some point, so maybe be on the lookout for that? I will also answer NSFW asks if I am comfortable with the subject. I will let you know if I'm not.

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Got any more of that uhhhhhh desperate af people-pleaser reader? CUZ DAMN I think you got my number with that one

writing people-pleaser reader is so healing. if aggressively working through shit via smut is healing.

... be careful around HORANGI. all it takes is one slip up during a kortac training exercise--all he has to do is disarm you and push you up against a wall; your back crushed to his chest. the moment he cracks a joke about it--something about you being so cute, so submissive, it is literally just an inappropriate joke--but you can stop neither your own body from squirming nor the embarrassing sound that comes from your lips. it's half embarrassed squeak and half encouraging groan. 

he's shocked and intrigued. "ah... did you like that?"

he presses against you a little harder and is rewarded with another little wiggle and a noise. 

you do. he chuckles. you're some kind of freak. 

nsfw ↓

horangi has, not to put too fine a point on it, extraordinarily poor impulse control. the only thing that saved him from gambling himself from an early grave was the foresight to hire himself out to the military. the only thing that keeps him from doubling back and gambling his life away again is  the rigid structure of the military. business separate from pleasure. but you put something that tempting in front of him, you can bet he doesn't hesitate. 

he pulls your tucked-in shirt loose and his gloved hands slide up from behind, groping you hard. you're embarrassed to like it but god, it turns you on that he wants you like this--in the middle of this round, risking his teammates' ire if they were to find out. you're a little too cooked to think about what would happen if YOUR teammates found you like this. he has you on the ground in no time, all your gear still on, his fingers pumping into you, transfixed and so eager to take everything you're offering him. it's depraved; you both know it. so depraved that when he sees your comm collar, it's more than just a passing thought to activate it and let your whole team hear the way you're begging him to go faster. 

then he thinks even longer about radioing on his own comm for an assist, or two, or three. he smirks, asking you lowly if you think you'd like to get fucked in the dirt by his whole squad. you can't stop saying yes, god, anything you want, i want what you want. nice plausible deniability there. he chuckles and decides against it. might be his only chance to have you at his fingertips like this, so he'd better take you for himself.

but... you know he's not keeping his mouth shut about it. after that training exercise is over, you'd better be careful, because horangi will be bragging. maybe even sharing a picture of you, your eyes glazed and an appreciative smile on your face. it would be easier to count the kortac operators who don't see it instead of the ones who do.

you'd better watch out after that, because the next time your squad and kortac conduct a training exercise together, they're going for you, and you're at the mercy of whoever gets there first.

...

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Yoongi fingering u till u squirrttttttt

my god, anon. i don't know what to tell you. this was supposed to be a short lil drabble like the rest and then..... that that live yoongi happened and i. uh. my brain short-circuited. the thirst for this man overtook me. i think i just wrote the nastiest porn of my whole career lmao.

so anyway uhhhhhh - HOPE YOU ENJOY 🤪

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 4.8k DO NOT FUCKING @ ME contains: my first ever OT7 scene :') ft. an incredibly dumb conversation abt squirting, best friend's friend to lovers (? idk what else to call it lmao), squirt god min yoongi (yes that's a warning), yoongi is in his that that live outfit bc i'm a menace to society, a lil bit of edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, and obv. a whoooole lot of tongue and finger fucking and SQUIRTING 💦💦💦

“Remember that girl I took home last night?”

You just know Taehyung is about to say something gross by the look in his eye, the way he bites down on the edge of his red solo cup as he glances around the circle of his friends.

Well, his friends and you. There’s a clear distinction.

A few heads nod, shoulders shrug. You brace yourself.

“Fucking geyser, I’m serious. Soaked my whole bed. I had to sleep on the couch.”

Hoseok’s loud cackle rings in your ears, and he has to cling to Jimin’s arm to stay upright, clearly already well past tipsy. “I was wondering why you were washing your sheets! That’s typically a once-a-year activity for you, Taehyung-ah!”

You make sure Seokjin doesn’t miss the death glare that you aim in his direction. He dragged you to this stupid party, said otherwise he’d spend the whole time in the corner reading webtoons on his phone. And now you have to tolerate the absolute fuckery of his nasty friends.

He grimaces a silent apology back at you, bringing one hand up to smack Tae firmly on the back of the head.

“She peed?!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he pauses with his own drink halfway to his mouth.

Everyone reacts at once: Hoseok quite literally doubles over, Taehyung fights to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up, Jimin gives an aggressive side-eye, Seokjin covers his face with his hand. Even Yoongi reacts, smiling a rare wide smile, shoulders shaking a little with laughter.

Namjoon takes the educational opportunity, clapping a hand firmly to Jungkook’s back. “Do you know what squirting is?”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes flit across the circle. “I thought it was pee,” he admits, voice a little quieter this time.

“You are so fucking dumb,” Jimin says, shooting Jungkook a look of utter disgust. Hoseok is literally on the floor at this point.

“It’s, uh…” Namjoon makes a face as he searches for the right words. “Female ejaculate.”

“Girl cum?” Jungkook translates.

“I don’t care if it was piss, it was fucking hot,” Taehyung says as he downs the last of his drink.

“You’re disgusting,” Seokjin says with a shake of his head as he offers a hand to help Hoseok to his feet. Taehyung sticks his tongue out, waggling it side-to-side, which just sends Hoseok right back down again with another peal of laughter.

“I’ve never hooked up with a squirter,” Jungkook says softly, like he’s a little disappointed.

You open your mouth to speak up, as the only person with a vagina currently partaking in the conversation, but Yoongi beats you to it. “You just don’t know what you’re doing.”

His words surprise you for a second, but you shake it off and continue. “Not every girl can squirt. Most can’t.” You shrug slightly.

“That’s not true,” Yoongi counters, and you whip your head to look at him.

“What the fuck do you know, Min Yoongi?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You don’t know why Seokjin thought it was a good idea to bring you around his friends, when he knows you have no filter.

Yoongi raises a hand, as if to signal that he’s not trying to fight. “I’m just saying. Once you learn what to do, anyone can get there. Just takes some patience. And a lot of foreplay. But I’ve never not made a girl squirt.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, I’ve never squirted.”

It takes a moment for you to realize what you’ve set yourself up for, and you have to fight the urge to clap a hand over your mouth. The same response ripples through the group a millisecond later: eyes widening, lips pursing in silent expressions of shock.

“I think I need another drink– should we all go?” Namjoon asks, extremely unsubtle.

Before you can scramble to even think, let alone say anything, he’s got his arms around Taehyung and Jungkook’s shoulders and is shoving them towards the kitchen. Seokjin and Jimin work together to peel Hoseok off the floor and quickly follow.

Which just leaves you, Yoongi, and a very interesting proposition.

“So, are we doing this?” You ask bluntly.

Yoongi shrugs. “Only if you want to.”

You shoot him a look. “Don’t act all shy now, squirt god!” He exhales a soft laugh, and you gesture to the stairs. “Lead the way.”

It’s only once you’re perched on the end of his bed, eyes roving over the minimal, clean space of his room, that your nerves start to betray you. Yoongi sets his drink on the dresser next to yours, then drops down beside you.

You stare at the floor, unsure of what to do next, vaguely aware of his bent knees poking out of the large holes in his light wash jeans. He gently rests a hand on your thigh, and you’re wound up enough that you flinch at his touch.

“We seriously don’t have to do this.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” You ask, feigning ignorance and trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Might have something to do with the fact that this is the first one-on-one conversation we’ve ever had.”

You meet his gaze, a little surprised by the open expression on his face. You’ve always seen him as so reserved. “You don’t exactly say much.”

Yoongi shrugs like he can’t disagree. “Hard to get a word in with those guys sometimes.” He pauses, like he’s debating whether or not to keep talking, then continues. “And I figured Jin was playing some long game with you, so I was trying to be respectful.”

You make a face of sheer disbelief. “What?! Seokjin is my best friend, Yoongi. Period, end of sentence. It’s not like that and never has been.”

“Huh.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can’t read the expression on his face. You turn towards Yoongi, pulling one bent leg up on the bed to fully face him. “What was that noise supposed to mean?”

“That’s just… interesting.”

“Stop being cagey.” You drive a finger into his side and he squirms a little. “What’s interesting?” Does he know something about Seokjin that he’s keeping from you?

“Well, I was clearly operating under false pretenses. Otherwise I probably would’ve acted differently around you.”

“Differently how?” You quickly chase his vague statement, pushing him, trying to understand. Yoongi doesn’t respond immediately, but the bed shifts as he mirrors your position, turning to open himself up to you. “What would you have done, Yoongi?” You try again, getting frustrated.

A shiver runs down your spine as he brings a hand to gently cup your jaw, his touch feather-light. His thumb strokes over your cheek and you swear your heartbeat falters.

“This,” he says simply, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. And then he brings his mouth to yours.

His lips are soft and warm as they brush over yours, if a little tentative, like he expects you to pull away at any second. But the heat of his mouth ignites a spark in your belly that you’re suddenly desperate for more of.

You move your mouth against his, chasing the feeling as you bring a hand to the nape of his neck. Your fingers wind through his dark hair– you’d noticed when he walked in the door tonight how long it’s gotten, had thought absent-mindedly to yourself that it looked good on him.

Your head spins. Min fucking Yoongi. How is this real life? You’d honestly never thought twice about him– just lumped him in with the rest of Seokjin’s dumb friends. It’s starting to occur to you that maybe overlooking him was a mistake.

That suspicion is confirmed when he slips his tongue into your mouth to slide expertly over yours.

You run your other hand up his chest, fingers tracing the buttons of his overshirt, then the smooth cotton of the tank top beneath it. The wet heat of his mouth is already making you dizzy.

Yoongi brings a hand to the small of your back, moving the other from your jaw down to meet it. He shifts a little, but he doesn’t break away from you, and you gasp softly into his mouth when both hands drop to your ass to pull you into his lap in one smooth motion. Your knees press into the mattress on either side of him, your hips settling on top of his.

He kisses you for a second longer, tongue stroking over yours deftly enough that you can barely suppress the whimper it works out of you. Then he finally pulls back to glance up at you. His lips are full and pink, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. The unbuttoned linen shirt he’s wearing has slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and solid muscle.

There’s a look on his face, mouth dropped open slightly, like he can’t quite believe this is really happening. You can relate.

“Still want to do this?” Yoongi asks quietly, voice still low and a little hoarse now. His hands are pressed to your hips, thumbs tracing light patterns over the fabric of your jeans.

You can hardly find your voice to speak– when the word comes out, it’s a whisper, and one you can’t say emphatically enough. “Yes.”

He tilts his head up towards you and your lips find his, needier this time. There’s an undeniable ache in your core now, desire spreading through you like a licking flame. Yoongi’s hands start to move over your back, dragging the hem of your shirt up, and you break away from him only for as long as it takes to peel it over your head. You press your mouth to his again before the fabric has even hit his bedroom floor.

Yoongi’s kisses are sloppier now, tongue tasting yours with added urgency, momentarily rendering you breathless. You follow his lead, hands grasping to push his overshirt down his arms, then reaching to tug at his tank top. It’s like you can’t move fast enough– you’re shaking a little as he leans back, raising his arms to allow you to pull it off. You feel the heat of his touch at the center of your spine, and then he’s slipping your bra off, too, everything tossed off the edge of the bed to join your shirt.

The brush of his hands over your bare skin, running up the curve from your hip to your waist, is enough to make you shiver under his palms, nipples tightening.

Yoongi licks his lips as his eyes roam appreciatively over your body, but then his gaze meets yours again, and in a way this moment of anticipation feels more intimate than anything you’ve done tonight. You in his lap, both of you naked from the waist up, faces flushed with heat and want. Hovering at the precipice of something you don’t have words for.

“Lay down for me,” he says quietly. The darkness of his voice thrums through you.

You do as he says, thighs shaking slightly as you slide off of him and move to settle against the soft pillows with a slow inhale. You can only watch, dazed, as Yoongi gets to his feet– you swallow hard at the sound of his belt hitting the floor. He slips out of his ripped jeans, down to just his black boxer-briefs.

When he crawls up the bed to join you, you’re transfixed by the way his silver necklaces dangle, catching the dim lamplight. He kneels to one side of you, hands coming to unbutton the fly of your jeans and push them down your thighs. You do the rest, peeling them all the way off and tossing them to the floor.

His hands slide up your thighs, one encouraging your legs apart while the other rubs gently back and forth, his touch sending sparks through you. You can feel your heartbeat at the center of your ribcage, swear you can see it in the rise and fall of your chest as you glance up at him looking down over you.

“Stop me if you’re going to come, okay?”

You nod your understanding, but he must be able to read the confusion painted on your face. He shifts up the bed to lean over you, his breath ghosting along the shell of your ear.

“Save it for me, and I’ll show you what that pussy can do.”

Yoongi chases the words with a languid stripe licked up your neck, and it’s enough to make your brain short-circuit.

Never in your life has a man preemptively warned you to not come. Most of them have struggled to make it happen at all. You can’t help but wonder if you really did underestimate Yoongi’s abilities.

It certainly feels that way as he continues to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, bringing one hand to gently cup and massage your breast as he goes, the pad of his thumb circling your nipple. His mouth catches up to his touch, and he sucks in the bud of that breast while his hand moves to work the other just the same.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you breathe.

Everything he’s doing is intoxicating, enough that there’s now a steady pulse emanating from between your legs. When he shifts to pull your other breast into his mouth, tongue swirling over your nipple in a way that makes you whimper and arch into him, he drops one of his legs down onto the mattress between your thighs.

You take advantage of the opportunity presented to you, thighs squeezing and hips canting up to drag your core over the smooth muscle of his leg, desperate for contact, for friction. Yoongi releases your nipple from between his teeth, giving a self-satisfied hum that you can feel buzz in his throat against your skin.

“Getting worked up already?” His words are punctuated by the kisses he trails down the valley between your breasts. “Keep going,” he urges.

Your mind is swimming with arousal, and each pass of your cunt over his thigh is enough to further dampen your now soaked-through panties. You’re not sure how much more worked up you could get. But Yoongi is clearly determined to find your limit.

When he shifts to move his mouth further down your body, he quickly replaces the thigh you’ve been grinding into with his hand, cupping over your center, his whole palm rubbing circles into the lace of your panties that make your clit twitch. You writhe under him as he sucks a mark into your hip bone, pulling sounds out of you: a mixture of heady groans at the welcome friction and soft whines at how indirect the pressure still is. You need more, more– you lift up to press your hips into his touch in search of relief. 

All too quickly, the motion of his palm stills, and you can’t help the strangled noise that escapes you. Both of his hands slip down your body, coming to rest at your hips, and his thumbs hook under your panties to push them down your thighs.

You fumble for a second, lifting your knees up to your chest to finish pulling your underwear over your ankles. As you fling your last article of clothing off the side of the bed and attempt to lower your legs down, you’re surprised to feel Yoongi’s hands pressing firmly into the backs of your thighs.

“Stay just like that,” he instructs, and you listen, crossing your ankles and following the encouragement of his touch to keep your legs pulled up, your bare cunt fully exposed for him.

You don’t know what to expect next– his fingers, maybe his tongue– but it’s certainly not what he does, which is look up at you and calmly ask, “How do you feel?”

Your answer is not a word in any language; it’s somewhere between a moan and a noise of pure frustration. Folded in half for him like this, you swear you can feel arousal starting to drip out of your pussy.

“That’s pretty good,” Yoongi remarks, lazily bringing one hand up to encircle your ankle in his grasp, enjoying his free rein over your body as it’s offered up to him. Even that gentle touch is enough to make your cunt clench around nothing. “But I think we can do better.”

You nod your head in a silent request as you watch him lean down onto the mattress, lowering himself to be eye-level with your pussy. “Haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“Please, Yoongi,” you gasp, and you can feel his breath over you, the heat and anticipation sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

“Just remember to stop me,” he warns, and then he leans forward to lick a thick stripe up your cunt. You cry out at the sensation, the wetness and warmth of his tongue sliding through your folds, and your head kicks back against the pillow as you feel his fingers gently part your inner lips for better access.

He pulls away for a fraction of a second, just long enough to hum softly and murmur “so fucking wet” under his breath. Your hands grip the bedsheets as he dives back in with even more enthusiasm, spreading you wide open.

The heat he’s been building up in you all night is coiling devastatingly tight in your core now– your head is spinning, your nipples so stiff that they ache. The thought of asking him to stop, and probably soon, from how deliberately he’s eating you out, feels nearly impossible.

Yoongi seems to settle in as he falls into a pattern with his movements: lazily circling your entrance a few times before delving in and fucking you all-too-briefly with his talented tongue, enough to make your walls squeeze greedily around him. After a few more thrusts he withdraws, using a long lick to drag your collected wetness up, his tongue pressing flat and heavy. When he reaches your clit he flicks gently over the sensitive bud a few times, eventually pulling it into his mouth to suck, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Yoongi–”

You swear you can feel him smiling smugly as he returns to your entrance to start again, somehow both sloppy and precise, humming a little in a way that sends a devastating wave of vibrations through you.

He keeps everything so slow it’s nearly torture, building up the tightening pressure inside of you a little more with each pass, but purposefully never staying so consistent that you tip over the edge– just leaving you wet enough to drown in. You can’t stop the moans and whimpers he pulls out of you now, the way your hips jerk under his mouth.

He’s fucking good at this.

You lose track of how many times he goes through the process, until you’re wound so tight with arousal you think you might burst.

“Yoongi,” you whine, and he must be able to hear the change in your voice.

Yoongi’s mouth freezes, lips still wrapped around your clit. His hands move to your thighs, gently ushering your feet to return to the mattress on either side of his head, your legs still spread wide, so he can see you. He hums around you as if to ask a question, and your hips shudder beneath him.

That must be a good enough answer, because he pulls off of you, reaching up to wipe an errant strand of slick from his bottom lip. Everything about him in this moment makes your pussy throb: his mouth, nose and chin are all coated in your juices, the results of his efforts, and his pupils are blown black with lust and something that looks like determination.

You have no idea how long it’s been since you disappeared up the stairs together. Hours, maybe days. Yoongi certainly looks like he could do this forever.

“Gonna come?” He murmurs, nuzzling his cheek absent-mindedly against your inner thigh as he holds your gaze.

“I–” He hasn’t let you get that close yet, but you feel so fucking full, like your core isn’t capable of holding onto any more pleasure. “I can’t take any more,” you say, and the desperation in your own voice sounds so ridiculous to you that you let out a crazed laugh. “I’m gonna fucking die, Yoongi.”

“Yeah?” There’s a glint in his eyes, like he’s not going to let you tap out that easily. “What if I do this?”

His tongue returns to your clit, but this time he’s no longer teasing. His rhythm is consistent now, lapping against you in short, deliberate strokes, over and over. You can feel every muscle in your core tensing as he works you relentlessly towards your peak.

When your back starts to arch, it takes everything in you to say his name. “Yoongi,” you gasp, and he knows you’re about to come, must be able to tell by the way you start to shake underneath him. You cry out a sound that’s nearly a sob when he pulls back quickly and everything comes to a screeching halt. It’s like you can feel your orgasm being ripped out from under you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, hips grinding down into the mattress, desperate for any possible friction. “I’m so fucking close, Yoongi, please.”

His eyes linger hungrily over your pussy, the mess he’s made of you. Keeping his touch light, he gently traces a finger over your inner lips, clearly admiring the way it makes you tremble.

“Seems like you’re ready.”

You’d almost forgotten the point of all of this, the initial conversation in the kitchen, the fact that the man now lazily running a finger through your dripping folds is supposedly capable of making anyone squirt and that you are putting him to the test. You already believe it wholeheartedly– you’re just not sure you’ll survive long enough to see it.

Yoongi sits up, shifting to kneel to one side of you, hands encouraging your legs to spread even wider. When he starts to speak, you try as best you can to focus on his words, dizzy as you are with overwhelming need.

“I’m gonna press pretty hard, okay? When it feels like you have to pee, push it out instead of trying to hold it in. I promise, it’s not pee.” He pauses, laughing softly to himself, then adds, “And if it is, honestly, I don’t give a fuck.”

You look up at him, your mind reeling, and you’re not expecting it when he ducks down to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Don’t be nervous,” he murmurs as he pulls back. “Just relax and let go. I’ll go until you tell me to stop.” Your heart flutters a little behind your ribs at the softness in his voice, and you nod.

Your breath hitches as you feel Yoongi’s hand return to your center, two fingers moving down slowly to tease at your entrance. The fire in your belly ignites at the soft squelching noise he makes as he circles, just shy of entering you, dampening his digits with your juices.

Relief washes through you as he presses in, and you tip your head back on the pillow with a soft groan. Your lashes flutter as you fight to keep your eyes open, heavy-lidded with lust, to watch him at work.

“Shit,” you hiss as he curls his fingers up to press against your front wall, finding your g-spot like someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. He pushes harder, falling into a steady rhythm, and the pleasure feels like a heavy weight in your gut now. A tingling sensation starts to hum through your limbs.

You’re panting, nearly gasping for breath as he rubs against you, each thrust of his hand accompanied by the slick sounds of your cunt. Your abdomen tightens as the pressure in your core builds, and you really do feel like you’re going to burst, overflow completely.

“Yoongi,” you breathe, “I–I’m– I’m gonna–”

“Push,” he reminds you, and you do just that as the wave crashes over you. A release like nothing you’ve ever felt before rips through you, and you’re so overcome by the feeling that it takes you a few seconds to remember to look down. Shakily tilting your head up, you see clear fluid gushing out of you each time Yoongi pulls back.

When he sees you’re watching, he withdraws entirely, bringing four soaked fingers to your clit to rub fast circles that make you moan loudly as your muscles spasm again. Without his hand there to block it, you watch as an unbroken stream of fluid rushes out of you, spraying over the sheets of his bed.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment just to focus on the feeling alone. “Oh my god.”

Yoongi makes a little noise of appreciation, fingers returning to your entrance, the wet sounds of your cunt now obscene as he pushes in again. “Fuck yeah. So fucking sexy.”

You arch up into his touch as he resumes the firm stroking of his fingers, pounding into your g-spot, hard enough to make your legs shake. When another wave of pleasure rolls through you, you don’t even have to think about it this time. Your body instinctively remembers Yoongi’s instructions, bursts of arousal shooting out of you as you moan softly with each pump of his hand.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you gasp in time with his movements.

“Holy shit,” Yoongi rasps as he draws his fingers out again, and you hear him groan when he returns to your clit and easily works even more wetness out of you. “You just keep fucking coming. Gonna soak my fucking sheets.”

You can barely process what he’s saying. “M-more, Yoongi, please.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I’ll give you more.” He adds another finger, driving the thrust of his hand deliberately into the weight at the center of your core, and the stretch only makes you come that much faster. Your pussy starts to quiver as he fucks you through it.

“Yoongiiiii,” you groan, dragging out his name as you squirt again and again. He keeps alternating, fingers slipping into you and working up more, then pulling out to press his hand flat against your whole pussy, rubbing indirectly over your clit. Wetness splashes out of you in endless spurts, soaking your cunt, his hand, the bed. It feels like you're coming for hours.

“No more, no more,” you finally gasp, and when you bring your hand to close over his wrist, Yoongi takes the cue and withdraws.

Your pussy, thighs, even the muscles in your ass are all trembling from overstimulation. As your knees drop in towards each other, you take a moment to let your eyes close, your pulse still racing. You feel absolutely spent.

You can’t believe you just did that. You had no idea your body was capable of such a thing. And before you can even think to stop it, you start to laugh, bringing both hands up to cover your face.

“Oh my god,” you manage to choke out between giggles, your voice muffled in your palms.

You’re vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beside you, and when you pull your hands away, Yoongi is seated next to you, running one hand gently over your arm. “Jesus, are you okay?” When you nod, he seems to relax a little.

“Yeah, but holy shit,” you gasp. “I should’ve taken you more seriously.” Your limbs feel like jello, your mind absolutely gone– you’ve officially been fingerfucked into oblivion. “I nearly died.”

“That was fucking insane,” Yoongi admits, looking mildly dazed himself. You follow his gaze across the bedspread, and your eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi,” you press a hand to your mouth, attempting to hold back more laughter, as you take in the extent of the damage. “Your sheets!”

A sizable wet spot has bloomed under your ass, right in the center of the bed and extending nearly half a foot down towards the end, clear as day against his gray-blue sheets.

“Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“Are you kidding?” He practically growls, free hand palming at the bulge in his briefs. “I’ll take watching you gush like that any day. I can sleep on the couch, I don’t give a fuck.”

It takes all the strength you can muster, given that your limbs still feel like they’re made of lead, but you manage to roll over onto your side to face him. You catch his working hand by the wrist with yours. “There’s always… my bed.”

“Yeah?” A smile plays at the corner of his mouth. “Think your pussy can recover on the ride over?”

You laugh softly, glancing down at the mess he’s made of you, the lingering sheen from his mouth and your own fluids. “I’m honestly not sure. She might be out of commission.” You do your best to feign innocence when you meet his gaze again with a coy smile. “But my throat is very available.”

Yoongi is already reaching for his jeans. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous

[lover-of-skellies]

Rambles about heavy subjects under the cut

So uhhhhhh

I never thought I'd have to make a post like this, because it just feels weird and I'm not sure what to do or how to phrase things, but

My grandpa died yesterday. I wasn't there when my mom received the call from the hospital, I just heard about it from my sister. My sister and I were never really all that close with him because of some issues within the family, and our mom wasn't too close with him for a while either, but she'd made amends with him. She'd go see him, pick him up for holiday dinners and gatherings so he could be with us and be a part of the family again, and then she'd take him home. He was a diabetic, so she'd even taken on reminding him to take his meds and things, whenever he was with us. I can't tell you how many times she went to the little bar where he liked to go sing karaoke every Tuesday night (I believe. I think it was Tuesday, but it could've been another day of the week, too)

Even though my sister and I weren't really ever close with him, he meant practically the world to our mom. She's been talking to some people, since he didn't have a will or anything written up. His passing was sudden and unexpected, so now everyone's scrambling to figure out the details for what to do with him

We don't have a lot of money. Sometimes it's hard scraping by, as is. My mom works at a hospital, my sister started working at a pet store, and I'm fighting with the social security people to try getting disability. I've been denied probably 3 times already, but I'm still trying my hardest to get through to them

The cheapest option for funeral stuff for my grandpa is cremation, but even then, that's $3000. We don't have that kind of money. His girlfriend's pastor chipped in maybe $500, I think, but beyond that, I'm not sure. I feel like I need to do something to help this situation, since my mom absolutely doesn't need this financial issue on her shoulders. She has a lot to worry about already as things currently stand, and I feel bad that I can't do more for her, but. All I can do is this. Making a post, rambling about the situation, and maybe asking if people could consider donating a little to my Ko-Fi

Donations would help a lot tbh, and I think my current donation goal was set to like... $200 - $250, something like that, but. It's a start. There are some things in my shop you can buy, I'm gonna try to add more soon, and I have commissions open, even though I haven't drawn in ages

I feel really icky about doing this and asking for donations, because I know that for a lot of us, money is tight, and I understand that things aren't cheap anymore. $300 used to get you a heaping cart of groceries that'd last a while, but now, it barely covers enough to last 2 weeks

I.... don't really know how to finish this post off, or how to properly close it, so. Again, donations would be greatly appreciated and it'd help a lot, and I'd be so, so grateful for every cent of it. It's not an obligatory thing by any means. You don't HAVE to donate, and if you can't afford to, I completely understand

#not skeleton stuff #rambles #tw death #tw family death #tw financial issues #tw money issues #tw vent #some shit happened #and we can't afford it #so #here i am #making one of these posts and giving myself a stress headache

[deadgxrlsuperstar]

- The eyes don't lie - Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

tags/warnings: SFW, mutal pining, obliviousness, salacious references, swearing, multiple perspectives, fluff.

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Y/Ns perspective:

"For fucks sake Mina I wasn't eye fucking him" you groaned, playfully throwing one of Mina's pillows at her, in response to your way to nosey bestie. Mina only slyly chuckled in response to your defensiveness. "I WASN'T!!" your outburst only warranted Mina to erupt into an uncontrollable laughter "girl please- you totally were" glaring at your immature and slightly perverted best friend you thought...is that what it looked like...is it that obvious...fuck does he think im a creep?!

Katsuki's perspective:

"Hey there, man!" Kiri gleamed at Bakugou "you were amazing as usual in training today, you gotta show me how to do that move that took down Denki" Bakugou looked at Kiri with his signature scowl and huffed "yeh yeh"...There was an awkward silence between the two young men as they moved about the kitchen alone. " Dude, did you see how Y/N was looking at you?" Bakugou's ears perked up at Kiris comment "how was she looking at me?" gruffly replied Bakugou, acting disinterested."She was definitely checking you out. Her eyes didn't leave you once during the spar with Iida... I would know I was sitting next to her, it was like she was in a trance" Bakugou was internally flooded with butterflies, however logically he had doubts about his friends interpretation..Kiri was way too optimistic sometimes.

Neutral perceptive:

The next day, you and Bakugou exchanged an awkward amount of eyecontact, as per usual. Everyone in the class could tell you were both pining for each other, and they all desperately wanted you both to grow up and talk to each other!! mostly so they won't have to witness such obliviousness and stupidity from two of the top performing students, but at least it reminded them that you were both still human.

When you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, alone in the classroom during the lunch break, Kiri and Bakugou walked in, immediately stopping their conversation as soon as they noticed you. " Dude," Kiri said quietly. "This is your chance." Swiftly, Kiri left the classroom, leaving only you and Bakugou in the room. Being cautious, Bakugou approached you to sit down on the chair opposite your desk.

Y/Ns perspective:

"Hey bakugou? you alright?" you questioned, putting your phone down. silence... just a painful fucking silence..he didn't respond...he just looked at you like your presence offended him.

Feeling nervous at his intense eyes, you subconsciously leaned back and looked around, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Bakugou leaned forward and rested his crossed arms on your desk. "I think you're pretty" Bakugou blurted out.

Your body stiffened, and you looked at him with skepticism. "huh?" you questioned, but honestly it sounded more mocking than confusion.

Katsuki's perspective:

All of Bakugou's internal alarm bells were ringing, what the fuck did she me "HUH?!" did I sound creepy, was I too forward, does she think im gross???!?!?!

Clearing my throat "I said I think you're pretty". ....Pause...."and I want to take you on a date...if you would let me?". Y/Ns face was so difficult to read, curse that resting bitch face she does so well.

She mirrored me and leaned forward "where?" Y/N smirked.

Damn I haven't thought that far ahead.

"uhhhhhh- honestly I didn't think I would get this far" i sighed looking up into her eyes slowly she was snickering. "well that's unexpected for you...the confidant and brutal Bakugou Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder Dynamight expected me to reject him?" she was definitely teasing me.

I raised an eyebrow "Is that a yes?"

"Yes that is a yes..." i smiled softly

neutral perspective:

The confession was awkward however Bakugou felt a wave of relief at Y/Ns response and grinned playfully "Good, I'm glad" he chuckled.

a couple minutes of small talk went by

"Do you want to walk with me to the vending machine downstairs?" Y/N asked, getting her burgundy coin purse from her bag.

Bakugou immediately stood up a little too eager to accompany Y/N, on the inside he was absolutely ecstatic that she agreed to go out with him, like a child opening presents on Christmas day kind of excited.

"can I...?" Bakugou gestured wrapping his hand around her waist, silently Y/N gently grabbed his arm and wrapped it around herself and blushed at the contact.

The two of you walked while discussing various dates and events you could go to and laughed about how the two of you were so oblivious reagarding the mutual pining.

Little did you both know that Mina and Denki were hiding under Aizawa Senseis desk listening to the whole confession.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #mha bakugou #bakugou #bakugou x fem!reader