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tired-biscuit · 4 months

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i feel like kib would beg for anal and months after he brings it up maybe for his birthday or something you say yes and he gets too nervous LOL

18+ fem!reader // cw: anal

you tell him you’re willing to try it when you kiss him goodbye at the door in the morning. as a result, he goes to work completely flustered and so scatter-brained that he forgets to say goodbye and has to run back up the stairs in order to kiss you back and mumble a quick ‘love you’ — even if he risks being late because of it.

he spends the entire day thinking about it, almost hyper and giddy; trying to calm down the persistent boner that immediately presses against the zipper of his pants every single time he dwells on it for a minute too long. you make it even worse by sending him texts about it, telling him how you’re kind of antsy but mostly excited to try something new with him.

i think the fear of not being able to last long would be the reason to make him feel kind of nervous. he finds the whole idea so hot, after all; anal is the type of porn that he watches the most. the mere thought of being able to fuck you in the ass, his girl, sounds like a dream come true to him and instantly makes him feel warm all over. especially if you haven’t done it with anyone else before.

wondering how you’re going to sound when he finally pushes in, how the face that you’ll make at the fullness that he’ll make you endure is going to look like, how sensitive you’ll be, how tight you’ll feel around him and so on is almost enough to make him cum untouched.

he doesn’t cum untouched though. no, he cums exactly like he feared he would: the second he slowly presses inside you later that evening, with both of you laying sideways on your bed, sweating and panting like you’ve just ran a marathon despite only starting the actual sex part of the night. he cums way too quick, way too fast — the little whine you let out when he pushes past that tight, virgin ring of muscle for the first time ever is too hot to bear.

there’s so much cum from the way he’s unintentionally edged himself all day long; you can’t really blame him. his cock was already rock hard when you pulled him into the bedroom and wrapped your arms around his neck in order to kiss him. was already leaking sticky pre-cum by the time the clothes came off and he started prepping you with his fingers and afterwards a toy. the fact that you reached behind you to stroke him every once in a while only made things worse — especially when he picked up the lube again and you offered to help smear it over his length.

he gets in his head about it but after some kisses and sweet reassurances, he does feel a bit better; good enough to try again the moment he’s able to. so you take a breather, wait for him to get hard once more and try for a second time.

and it’s nice. you’re both a bit clumsy as you try to get the hang of it and everything is done so, so, so slowly because you really need to focus and take your time with it. he’s yearning to pound you so bad — seeing you be so vulnerable and sensitive because of him makes him fall in love with you all over again — but he’s well aware despite that thick skull of his that he needs to be gentle since it’s your first time doing this and he definitely doesn’t want to scare you off and risk not being able to do it again.

so he fills you inch by inch, messily rubs your clit and keeps on whispering crude praises into your ear in-between even messier kisses. all “attagirl” and “that’s it… you’re doin’ so good.” you’re whining and whimpering and mewling as you take more and more of him; unknowingly urging him on with all the noise you keep making, bringing him close to his second orgasm.

the thrusts are so laggard but they’re equally as deep. you don’t take him fully, just a little more than half, but it’s enough for the first time. it’s not painful, you’ve insisted on enough foreplay even if he could barely endure it from being so excited, however it is a different kind of pleasure and even more importantly, a different kind of fullness.

the moment you finally cum from having his dick up your ass — quite literally — is the moment he cums as well. his thick fingers are in your pussy, his fat cock is in your ass, and the way you squeeze him all of a sudden and moan his name out is too much, it’s too good. he tries to hold on but he simply isn’t able to. you’re both overstimulated even if he already came once before.

the cuddles afterwards are godly despite all the sweat and the stickiness from the lube and cum between you. it’s lovely and sweet, almost kind of dorky. he refuses to let you go, he just keeps on kissing you and petting you and loving you even when you start to complain about having to go clean yourself up.

he wants to marry you.

#biscuit drabbles #naruto smut #kiba smut

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world-beauty · 3 months

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Messier Marathon

Credits: P. Gitto

#nature #space #astrophotography

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no-see-um-incorrect · 2 months

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Seth would totally be a long term fan of gravity falls. Watched it as kid when it first aired, loved it, kinda fell out as he got older and his life got messier, got back into it during bittersweet.

just wait until he discovers the owl house

Oh absolutely.

I can just imagine him walking in on Alphonse and Sugarboo, just casually watching it and getting really excited (he’s not up with technology. He doesn’t know how streaming services work fully)

Seeing him happy they’re just like

“OK let’s have a marathon”

And then they binge (bonus points if it’s a rainy day because vibes are immaculate when you watch gravity Falls on a rainy day)

BTW Seth’s favorite episode is

“The inconveniencing” or “Northwest Mansion Mystery” maybe even “dipper vs manliness” (I have reasons) Alphonse’s favorite is “Summerween” or “the time travelers pig”

Sugarboo‘s favorite is “boss Mabel” or “irrational treasure”

#yes Seth was butt hurt that the Gobblewonker wasn’t real #yuurivoice #yuurivoice headcanons #you’re feeding my Seth Kin

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film-in-my-soul · 4 months

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S and Hangster if possible? If you could link it somehow to Bradley’s callsign that would be amazing!

I couldn't think of a good way to include Bradley's callsign, but I hope you liked this regardless!

-> Multiple Orgasms, Marathon Sex, Anal Sex <-

S is for Stamina

When he used to make jokes about people boasting about going all night long, there had been a little whisper in the back of Jake's head that told him, teasing and coiling, a stroke of heat down his spine, that he'd like to try that, like to be put on his knees or on his front and be ridden hard into the sheets until everything else became meaningless. It had been a teenage fantasy, a pipe dream for any boy who used to time his own hand, striving for just that minute longer. And when he'd grown old and had sex, learned the tricks to stave off, to keep himself from getting achy too quickly, Jake had been satisfied with his average of a couple hours. No one left his bed satisfied, at least.

But then he lost The Bet.

Now Jake is shivering, shaking really, as he twists his fingers in the sheets at the top of his bed where his pillows used to be. He'd lost feeling in his legs, knees to toes, roughly an hour ago, usual sensations replaced by a steady buzz of static. There's a wet patch beneath his soft, spent cock, blessedly keeping the friction minimal but getting chilly the longer Bradley keeps him on his front. And Bradley, bastard that he is, doesn't show signs of stopping his lazy thrusts into Jake's body.

It's a silver lining, probably, that Bradley had saved actually fucking Jake for last, but that doesn't negate the nearly five hours they've been rolling around on his progressively messier bed. Jake also doesn't have the brain power for that kind of concession either, the strokes of Bradley's cock keeping his eyes from fluttering entirely shut but not doing much to help his brain cells bash together. He's been reduced to a constant stream of groans, pliant from lack of strength and little else.

The thing is, Jake hadn't really thought Bradley was serious when they'd made The Bet. He'd laughed when Bradley had stated his terms ("I want to fuck you til sun up.") It had sounded like a cheesy line, like he'd never left that pre-twenties stage of sex-based hubris. And then Jake had lost.

He's not laughing anymore. He's not doing much but take it, weakly nodding when Bradley, draped across Jake's sweat-soaked back, grunts to ensure he's still awake and okay. Jake is because as much as he's exhausted, he's not actually in any pain. Bradley had planned when he'd won and taken Jake's wellbeing into consideration as if second nature. He'd also been kind enough not to start peeling Jake out of his clothes until around one in the morning after they'd spent a day napping, not doing anything too straining.

It had started with Bradley between Jake's thighs, a mouth around his cock, swallowing languidly, taking Jake to the edge of orgasm in a slow, slow crawl that left his scalp tingling when he'd finally gasped and gone over. Then it had been Bradley kissing him from the base of his throat to the arch of his foot, dedicated to not missing a patch of skin between, his own dick full and hot like a brand against Jake's hip while he'd been brought steadily around to hard again. And only after what had to have been hours, after a second orgasm, Bradley went for Jake's hole. That, too, like everything else, had been done with a thoroughness that dragged on. When Jake had come a third time, on his front, dick pressed to the rumpled sheets and face against the mattress as he writhed feebly, he hadn't even known until Bradley nosed up the slope of his spine.

"Breathe," he'd whispered against the shell of Jake's ear, and that was when Jake had realized he was locked up, holding his breath as his cock pulsed against his belly.

Jake's dick had given up the ghost well before Bradley finally got in him, and he wonders, turning his face toward the window to catch a lungful of fresh air and to see, just beyond the blinds, how the inky sky has begun to go light, how Bradley's hasn't.

"Hmmm?" Bradley asks, his hands running smoothly up and down the length of Jake's back.

It takes a moment, but Jake realizes he must have tried saying something out loud and attempts again, throat dry.

"How're you still hard?" With the metaphorical cotton in his ears, Jake's not quite sure how coherent he is. From how Bradley snorts, it's obviously not enough, but still, he seems to get it.

The jackass presses his fingers into the meat of Jake's shoulders in faux massage. "Had someone else to take care of now, didn't I?"

Jake wishes he had the energy to snap, but regardless of how he's been turned into a boneless, senseless heap that will be demanding and bitchy once it's over, he's still got his pride. He'd lost The Bet fair and square, and he's taking his defeat with as much grace as someone in his position can.

Bradley coos softly from above him and shifts until he's blanketing Jake again, his thrusts increasing slowly in speed. Jake whines low in the back of his throat but allows himself to be shushed, one of Bradley's hands sliding into his hair to scratch and soothe.

"That's it," Bradley sighs, kissing Jake's temple. "Now open those eyes, Jake."

It's hard to do; a sleepless night has laced his eyelids with cement, but Bradley's soft coaxing makes it a little easier. That, and the tell-tale staccato of his hips, the way Jake can feel Bradley's pulse climbing higher, his body growing somehow hotter, lets Jake know they're almost there. So, Jake manages, and what he sees is almost enough to bring relieved tears to his eyes.

The first tendrils of light are creeping over the window sill. Sun up.

With the finish line in sight, Jake is seized by the tiniest sliver of strength. He reaches back with a limp hand, the ripple of static under his skin making his grit his teeth, as he gets his fingers in Bradley's curls, tugging at him in a silent urge to hurry up, which, much to Bradley's credit, the other man listens to.

Jake loses track as Bradley drives forward into him, but there's no mistaking the rush of warmth as Bradley finally reaches his own release.

It's a testament to Bradley's own strength that he doesn't just collapse onto Jake when he's done groaning softly through his climax, but Jake will be impressed and appreciative when his vision isn't filling with black spots, and he can feel his toes again.

"Clean me up," is the last thing he manages, half garbled, before sleep swoops up to claim him on the tail-end of Bradley laughing gently with a whispered, "Sure, Princess."

The next time Jake thinks about underestimating Bradley Bradshaw... he won't.

Alphabet Prompt Game

#hangster #sereshaw #hangster ficlet #ficlet game #prompt game #top gun ficlet

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nomnomnomvore · 6 months

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Scream (And huff)

So I've finally given in and wrote crimes against nature (and Miguel's ass). All thanks to those Ghostface pics.

I would like to apologize to the ATSV fandom and wish y'all a happy Halloween. Stay safe and I hope you enjoy this mess.

(WARNING: Fart stuff ahead. If you're into it, feel free to keep reading. If not, stay away.)

You let out a small groan as you started to return back to yourself, trying to recall the events that happened before you lost consciousness. You were getting ready for a Halloween movie marathon before you got a call from a stranger asking you odd things: Your name, if you were alone, if you had a boyfriend. Again, weird, but as the call continued, you swore you heard the sound of a small, bubbly explosion before a toxic, putrid smell filled your nose.

And that’s when you passed out, only to find yourself here laying on the couch, with your view becoming clearer as the seconds passed slowly. However, that didn’t explain why you suddenly felt something heavy on your chest.

“I see you’re finally awake.”

You could hear Miguel’s serious yet oddly teasing voice flowing into your ears as your eyes widened at the sudden sight of his ass close to your face. Sure, it was mostly covered in dark clothing due to the black cloak he was wearing, but even that wasn’t doing a good job at hiding how large his behind truly was.

And neither how bad it stank due to his musk. You were sure that, if your view was clearer, you could’ve seen the stench fuming out of his asscrack.

“I was a bit worried that tiny sample of my gas I gave you earlier would’ve been too much for that weak nose of yours, but then again, I wouldn’t be here to begin with if that was the case.” Miguel snarked, making you gulp loudly at his words. The smell of his ass seemed to become more sickening now that you knew it wasn’t pure musk. The sudden groans and gurgles coming from the man’s stomach only made your terror rise up. It sounded like a demon growling from the depths of Hell.

GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNN!!

And through all the noise, and your mind still stuck in a foggy daze, you could see a mischievous red glint in Miguel’s eyes as he wiggled his fat butt a bit.

“Even with all the signs I’ve left around this place like the rooms smelling awful, and your bathroom being a bit…Well, messier than usual, you must still be confused, right?” He chuckled softly. “Whether the case is, I think you already figured out what’s going to happen.”

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You could feel your hair being blown back as if you were using the world’s hottest, loudest and stinkiest hair dryer as Miguel released a strong, bassy and rumbling fart towards you. In less than a second, you felt your eyes and nose being fried thanks to the stench of rotten meat and unfiltered sewer as you gagged in disgust and fear, trying to break yourself free and escape. Once that fart came to an end after a few seconds, Miguel sighed softly as he fanned the smell of his gas towards you.

“Mm, hope you enjoyed that one. Oh what’s that? You’re trying to escape?” He said calmly as he watched you squirm like a worm before you took notice that your wrists were tied against each other with the phone cord you had in your hands a while ago before your nose was suddenly assaulted by Miguel’s foul gas filling your room, causing you to fall unconscious. You panted heavily as you looked up at his bright, crimson eyes. “Yeah, good luck trying to break yourself free. I made sure to tie that phone cord around your hands tight enough so that you won’t try anything funny. But hey, on the bright side, that means you’ll get to huff up more of what I have in store for you~”

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VVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPRRRRRLLLLLLRRRRPPPPPPPPSSSTTTRRRRRPPPPpppppp…ppppppfffFFFRTRTTRTRRRRT!!

This time, Miguel let out two farts that, while were somewhat shorter, did not shy away from the smell at all. In fact, they seemed to stink even worse, having a foul stench of rotten eggs that made your eyes water as you coughed without control. Even with the toxic green fog filling your view, you could see Miguel’s cloak lifting up with each explosive stinker he let out, giving you a pleasant view of his plumpy behind. To be frank, the weight of his ass alone was probably enough to leave you immobilized under him.

“Ahhh…Ay dios, do you have any idea how tough it is to hold all of these farts in? Almost makes me feel like a balloon about to pop.” He sighed deeply while patting his tummy, inching his ass closer to your face to the point your nose was wedged perfectly between his buttcheeks. You whimpered as your eyes rolled back, still in denial at how bad the smell was now that it was up close and personal. The spot between his cheeks felt so gross and swampy. “Good thing I called you tonight. I would’ve filled the whole neighborhood with my farts if I didn’t found you, so you better sniff it all up~”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

Now that Miguel was literally using your face as a makeshift cushion, and your hands were completely tied up, you were entirely helpless as he kept torturing you with his noxious gas. It didn’t matter the sound or length of it, none of his farts were pleasant as they overwhelmed each one of your senses. You could taste the nasty flavor of rotten spicy food in your tongue, your eyes were steaming thanks to the intense heat and your nose felt runny as it was in pure agony with each rumbly toot Miguel let out. His ass even seemed to vibrate each time he let loose.

fffffFFFFFBBRRrrrbbBBPPLLBBPPPTTTT!

BBLLRRRRRRRRRfffrrrbbbBBBBBBFFFFPPTTTT!

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPpppppllllLLLLLLRRRRRRRNNNBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!

“Nnn…Ugh, fuchi. You need to do a better job back there, it stinks~” Miguel taunted as he rubbed his ass all over your face, making sure his stench would never leave you and your nose. A frown appeared on his face as he saw you try to pull yourself away before he used a hand to push you deeper into his crack despite your whines that were drowned by the sounds of his noisy belly.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

vvvvvvvvbbbbbbrrrrrrrrfffrrrrrrrrlllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

…And his swampy, juicy farts.

“Mmmnn, oof, that one felt a bit wet at the end…Really hope I didn’t stain anything.” He moaned as he playfully stuck out his tongue, teasingly fanning a hand in front of his face even if the stench of his disgusting gas was barely affecting him. “Hm, I think I heard you asking for more, didn’t you?”

Your eyes suddenly widened as you tried to shake your head. Your protests only muffled since your face was still wedged between the man’s killer asscheeks. Chuckling softly, Miguel simply lifted the back of his coat and placed your head under it before pushing you back into his crack, and with a loud grunt…

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He unleashed the nastiest fart of the evening. The stench completely shutting you down as you were reduced from panicked pleas to low whines and tired moans. You could feel Miguel’s asscheeks clapping against your face, like you were being hit repeatedly by a pair of stinky pillows that were stuffed to the brim with skunk fur. The smell of this fart was akin to a whole dumpster filled to the brim with used diapers and roadkill being set on fire, and then the charred remains were thrown away into a filthy sewer full of rancid waste. Even then, however, it was a miracle how that fart wasn’t enough to kill you. Sure, your nose was experiencing what was probably the closest thing Hell would smell like, but at least you didn’t go deaf by the sounds or became a goopy puddle due to the stench and intense heat.

Regardless if you were still kicking or not, by the time the 15 seconds of Miguel’s fart bomb finally came to an end, you were completely numb and motionless. Your eyes were red and on the brink of shutting down, your hair was a total mess, and your face was covered in sweat; having an odd mix of color between green and red. Green because you were absolutely nauseous by the ungodly stench of Miguel’s nasty musk and yucky farts, and red because…

Because…You prefer to not think about it. Less so in your current situation.

Much to your relief, however, Miguel lifted up his cloak; finally freeing you from the hellish dutch oven he created.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Although, that didn’t stop him from releasing another eggy stench bomb all over you. Your eyes rolled back into your head before Miguel finally got off from your body. Despite the fact you were an inch from falling unconscious, you couldn’t take your sight away from his large, jiggly ass. His black robes were still doing a bit of a poor job in hiding his cheeks as he took a whiff of the putrid stench filling the air, only for him to cough as he waved a hand in front of his nose.

“Dios, que hedor. I think something I ate definitely didn’t sit well with me, because I'm sure I broke a record with that.” Miguel chuckled. “But sadly, that’s all I had in me. Too bad, really. I was starting to have fun…Oh well, guess that means your nose will be spared for tonight, but you can’t fool me. I can tell you loved this~”

You were too exhausted to respond to Miguel's cheeky comment as you watched him stretch a bit, getting ready to finally leave you be. He even untied your wrists, figuring that since you were in such a weak state, you wouldn’t even attempt to fight him. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at the fact this seemed to come to an end.

guuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLlllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….!!

“Gh!!”

But then, your eyes widened in pure horror as you watched Miguel clutching his stomach, which was gurgling and rumbling ominously like an active volcano ready to explode.

“On second thought, it seems I still have one more left in here. Make sure to enjoy it. I know I will~” Miguel said with a smirk before bending over slightly to show off more of his plumpy ass. The sounds of his belly blurbing were deafening as he grunted while clenching his fists. “HhHNGH!”

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You didn’t even have time to let out a sound before you were blasted by that massive nuke of a fart that shook the entire foundations of the house and even knocked down a few stuff from the furniture. The paint from the walls even started to peel off due to the ungodly stench that your brain couldn’t comprehend, because no words in the human vocabulary would be enough to describe the hellish miasma Miguel was releasing, making one last dent to your already feeble sense of smell while he stuck out his tongue in a teasing way; clearly enjoying the sensation of relief that fart was giving him.

After only 30 seconds, which for you felt like hours, the gas finally stopped flowing out from his backside as you started to lose consciousness while lying limp on the couch. The whole room was filled to the brim with a noxious, brown, rancid fog that wouldn’t look too out of place in a horror movie, and as you watched Miguel put on his white, screaming mask and leave the scene (alongside his nasty, fat butt), you could hear him say some last words before you passed out.

“Feliz Halloween~ See you next year~”

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRTTT!

“Ahhh~”

#Fun fact: This whole thing made me watch Scream for the first time ever #this is so self indulgent I apologize #miguel tag #miguel o'hara #spiderman #across the spiderverse #atsv #farting #eproctophilia #my writing

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typhoonvash · 2 months

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// Canary Is Not Immune To Plant Bloom Headcanons

while bloom is seasonal, it can happen if around flora that are also in bloom

even if triggered by other flora, it will last a month. sorry canary.

he tries so, so hard to hide it. he.. kinda succeeds... but there are things that he can't hide.

for instance his body temperature rises significantly. enough so that if someone is sleeping next to him or touching him for whatever reason, they'd legitimately think the poor guy's deathly sick. he usually runs so, so cold.

but also usually he can't sleep. too much energy. can't sleep, won't get tired, but this leads to extreme boredom and (likely) shenanigans when he tries to do anything to get his mind off of fking/getting fked

some of this extra energy is given to his partner(s), so they also often dont feel the need for sleep. eventually they gotta though. don't mind the man with bright cyan eyes watching you from the corner of the room, it's normal.

inhuman qualities are enhanced: eyes more glowy, shows teeth more often (smiles, fangies outside lips, etc), faster, stronger, more vines, stronger glowies (harder to control when glowing also)

he um. also tends to get larger and longer when topping.

despite his Extreme Horny it's still only for people close to him. this. made blooms quite often just an inconvenience that he could deal with. having people he is involved with??? well now it's so over for him.

switches between blanketing himself in bed writhing around and pacing and going on MANY walkies. basically just keeps himself moving because it feels like his entire skin's gonna vibrate off his body.

getting what he wants does help, but the general feeling lasts a full month. it just gets weaker after a bit of a marathon. if fked daily, he feels (almost) normal every day! yay!

his taste changes from something akin to peaches (and slick) to a flowery-sweet aromatic flavor. skin, sweat, saliva, the man is practically a sprig of lavender. it may seem great, but the scent is extremely strong. can make it... difficult... to hide. in general.

while his ~*~fluids~*~ (look i'm trying not to trigger any no-no words) normally have an aphrodisiac effect, during bloom it's um. intense. we're talking like, "if you have an erection lasting longer than 4 hrs consult a doctor" levels of intense. it's fine. don't worry about it.

on the bright side, his self-healing is super jacked!

...tends to get very clingy/possessive (not in a toxic way) though. can get whiny even when partner gets up to just. go get food or something.

doesn't do the whole nest building thing. he does just like having pressure on him though—so blankievash, partner just flopping on top of him, hell, even restraints, are favorite things during the month.

because it's so dry on gunsmoke, he ends up static shocking people often. hair also stands on end (just a bit, kind of just looks like his usual hair but slightly messier)

once you get a taste, you crave more. so long as you stay near this idiot, you'll have a thirst that can't really be quenched unless... yeah.

tends to? collect things?? he'll just pick stuff up and bring it to his partner(s) as a gift. some kind of mating ritual.

look basically what i'm saying is that this man's body is a mess and keeping contained is near impossible. also, assuming they are sexually active (are also adults and are interested in sex at all), people in close enough proximity to him will just be inexplicably horny. doesn't have to be for him, isn't an impulse to fuck right then and there; it's just a. "huh weird" kind of "why am i horny this time" sensation.

all of this is by discussion only ofc. there's also the uh, whole reason for blooming, but again. that's a touchy subject and it's SUPER BY DISCUSSION ONLY BECAUSE UuuUUuuuHHh yeah. like i don't mind, but also like. idk. it's touchy. anyway if you read this i'm sorry my man is a little freak.

#[they put canons in his head]#[mortal indulgences; nsfw]#//ooc//

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bro-atz · 3 months

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pretty like rainy days

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pretty like masterlist

You woke up happily, only for your mood to immediately crash. You and your boyfriend, Junmin, had plans to go to the botanical gardens then sit in the park near the museum while licking melting ice cream off cones and just spend the day together hand in hand and happily. However, all of that came crashing down when you awoke to a complete downpour.

“Junmin!” you whined and shook him awake. “What’re we going to do?”

“Good morning to you, too, baby,” Junmin said with a yawn. The second he heard thunder, his eyes shot open, and he was wide awake. “Well… That’s not good.”

“I was so looking forward to today, too,” you mumbled.

You hugged your knees to your chest and proceeded to pout as if your foul mood would suddenly change the weather. Spoiler: it did not.

You continued to pout and sit on the couch as Junmin cleaned up around the house. It was still raining hard, and according to your weather app, it was going to rain on and off for the entire week. Forget about your plans for that day— your plans for the entire week were completely and utterly ruined.

“Come on, baby. It’s not that bad!” Junmin tried to cheer you up as he stood in the kitchen rummaging through the drawers. “We could’ve been caught in the rain. At least we didn’t even step foot outside before it started.”

“That’s not the point, Junmin! We’ve been planning this date night because you and I have both been so busy with classes and work and everything… I just wanted to spend time with you,” you sulked.

“We can still do that! We can have a date night at home.”

“How do you suggest we do that?”

You finally got up off the couch and walked to the kitchen to see Junmin emerge from one of the cupboards with a baking sheet and cookie cutters. “We can bake cookies?”

“Okay…” your mood was starting to lift. “Then what?”

“While they bake, we can have a little movie night,” Junmin mused out loud.

A smile gradually found its way onto your face the more Junmin thought about what the two of you could do while it rained cats and dogs. “We can marathon the Kung Fu Panda movies since they’re all—”

“Kung Fu Panda? Really?”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“What about Pixar?”

“Okay, we can do that,” Junmin chuckled before leaving a light kiss on your forehead. “Whatever you want to do, baby, we’ll do it. Cheer up.”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around Junmin’s waist, hugging him lightly before meeting his lips with yours with a lingering, soft kiss.

The two of you immediately got to work on the cookies. You wanted to make jam thumbprint cookies while Junmin wanted to make chocolate chip, so you decided to make the cookies for each other— you worked on the chocolate chip ones while Junmin worked on the thumbprints.

You both quickly finished making the dough for the cookies, and you placed them on the baking sheet. Junmin put the cookies in the oven while you decided to start cleaning up. On his way back from the oven, though, he bumped into you, sending the bag of flour cradled in your arms flying. Flour fell on top and around the both of you as if it were snowing, leaving a light layer of white on your hair and clothes. Your jaw completely dropped as you realized the state you were in while Junmin, on the other hand, stifled a laugh.

“Junmin! What the heck?!” you exclaimed. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“No, baby, I swear,” Junmin ended up bursting out laughing. “It was an accident.”

Unable to accept that it was an accident, you grabbed the packet of flour and dumped some on his head, the boy’s face immediately switching from amused to bemused. One thing led to another, and the two of you ended up in a flour fight, flour flying everywhere, making the kitchen even messier. The fight eventually ended when Junmin planted his hands firmly on your waist, a bright smile stretching from cheek to cheek as he gazed at your face. You couldn’t help but grin back— his smile was contagious. Your smile immediately shifted to shock when Junmin quickly left a kiss on your lips, making the boy chuckle lightly. Your smile eventually found its way back to your face as he leaned in for another kiss, this time a little longer than before. He kept kissing you lightly, your arms creeping up and around his neck as his went from your waist to your hair and cheek.

You were so drawn into his kisses that you didn’t even realize so much time had passed. It was only when you started to smell the cookies did you realize what the two of you were in the middle of doing. You pushed him away and looked at him with wide eyes as you breathlessly said, “Wait! Did you put a timer for the cookies?”

“Shoot!”

Junmin quickly put on oven mitts and opened the oven. Luckily, the cookies were safe, and they were baked to perfection. He set the tray on the stovetop to cool as the two of you finally got to cleaning the kitchen. The more you cleaned, though, the more you got flour everywhere since there was still flour on your clothes and in your hair.

“Baby, I’ll go shower first then clean the rest of this up while you take a shower, okay?” Junmin said, holding his hand out so you would stop cleaning.

“Okay, hurry back.”

After you finished your shower, you returned to see a perfectly clean kitchen and Junmin in the living room with a bunch of pillows and blankets. As you approached the living room, you saw that there was an array of snack foods set on the coffee table, and he had turned the TV on.

“Perfect timing,” Junmin said, a soft smile on his face as he held his hand out for you.

“You did everything so quickly,” you said in awe. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Anything for you. Now,” Junmin took a seat on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He opened his arms wide and said, “Sit.”

With a giddy smile, you sat in Junmin’s embrace, your back pressing against his chest as he hugged you, the blanket and your boyfriend’s arms keeping you warm and safe.

“What movie did you want to start with?” Junmin asked as he passed the remote to you.

Seconds later, the two of you were watching the opening credits for Ratatouille. You felt Junmin’s chin rest snugly on your shoulder as he brought you even closer to him, his cheek brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The closer he held you, the more your heart raced, the physical contact between the two of you almost becoming too much to bear.

But, you were sucked into the movie. You were so drawn into the movie, in fact, that you didn’t realize Junmin had fully fallen asleep on your shoulder. It was only at the end of the movie did you realize, evoking a little giggle. You turned your head and looked at the sleeping boy, a small smile lingering on his face as he snuggled even more into you.

“Junmin, baby, do you want to sleep in a proper bed?” you whispered to him as you brushed his hair out of his face.

“Mmm, five more minutes,” Junmin mumbled.

You giggled again, wondering how on Earth your boyfriend could be so cute. You turned in his arms and moved slightly so that he would be a little more comfortable, the two of you laying on the couch side by side, Junmin’s arms still hugging you to him tightly. You watched Junmin sleep soundly on your lap, prompting a yawn from you. Leaving a light kiss on the mole on his nose, you wished him a good night and closed your eyes, the light pitter-patter of the rain outside lulling you to sleep.

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quiltofstars · 2 months

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The Pleiades, M45 // ji young bang

The Pleiades contains over 1,000 confirmed member stars, but its light is dominated by just the few young, hot, blue stars. The entire cluster itself is crammed in a space only about 43 light years across.

In this image, you can easily see that the Pleiades is still surrounded by some nebulosity. Originally it was thought that this was still dust left over from the star-formation process, but now it is widely accepted that the Pleiades just happens to be passing through a dusty region of the Milky Way.

#astronomy #astrophotography #messier marathon #stars #star cluster #open cluster #pleiades #seven sisters #subaru #messier #messier 45 #M45 #taurus

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smileysvech · 4 months

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MISCELLANEOUS PLAYERS MOODBOARD MASTERLIST

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER

baking cookies

I know places (taylor's version)

midnight rain

street lightning

trip to the bahamas

wedding guest season ft. plus sized!reader

ERIK JOHNSON

glitch

law school student!ej

lover

shake it off (taylor's version)

space cowboy

you're on your own kid

JEREMY SWAYMAN

heartbreak can wait

messier

think later

xxl

JT COMPHER

attending a charity gala

bigger than the whole sky

cooking

feel

guys weekend camping trip with dad!jt

how to lose a guy in 10 days

lavender haze

paris

romeo and juliet

summer vacation

the good ones

wildest dreams (taylor's version)

TYSON JOST

80s/stranger things

baseball date

bigger than the whole sky

clean (taylor's version)

colors

comforting self-care day

cozy days at home with dad!tyson

dancing with our hands tied

daylight

dog dad!josty

fall movie marathon

greedy

I pray

karma

keep it gold

lady ft. girl dad!tyson

learning to play a new instrument

mary's song (oh my my my)

mr blue sky

roadtrip and picnic date

romantic valentine's day

sweet creature

sweet nothing

you are in love

#tiff makes moodboards #nhl moodboards #hockey moodboard #anthony beauvillier moodboard #erik johnson moodboard #jeremy swayman moodboard #jt compher moodboard #tyson jost moodboard #blog stuff #navigation

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notsoclingy · 5 months

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In the everyday world of ups and downs, I find myself navigating through the maze of existence. I have dreams, a job that pays the bills, and someone special who's become woven into the fabric of my life story. Then, one day, things take a turn that doesn't come with birds singing or poetic background music – it's breakup day.

This breakup isn't like the ones in movies with rain and sad tunes. No, it's messier, more raw, and less expressive. It feels like someone took a big hammer to the carefully built walls around my heart. Nights become a marathon of overthinking, and days blur into emotion-filled conversations, swinging from anger to a deep sadness that settles in your bones.

As I struggle with the pieces left behind after the breakup, I found myself into a zone that some might call a quarter-life crisis. It's not an "ah-ha" moment on a mountain but more like waking up one day and realizing I'm the main character in a choose-your-own-adventure novel, unsure which page to turn to next. Jobs, relationships, and the very essence of who I thought I was become subjects of a messy, real-life reevaluation.

And let's not forget the not-so-friendly cast members that enter the scene. They're not evil step-siblings or witches with poison apples; they're real people acting like they have it all together. It stings. It's as if everyone else got a memo titled "How to Have Your Life Together" except for me.

During this rollercoaster of reality, I find solace not in a wise mentor with all the answers but in a motley crew of friends. They're not therapists armed with perfect advice; they're flawed, genuine individuals navigating their own messy journeys. These friends become the unsung heroes, offering a safe space where judgments are left at the door, and understanding is served with a side of humor.

Now, as we discuss this real-life drama, let's look at some life lessons which i discovered during my phase of the healing process.

**1. Breakups are Hard, But Normal:**

Breakups aren't scripted scenes with rain pouring down for dramatic effect. They're messy, emotional, and perfectly normal. Feeling like your world is falling apart is not a sign of weakness; it's a evidence to the depth of your emotions.

**2. It's Okay to Feel Lost:**

In the real world, feeling lost isn't a cue for a dramatic background score. It's more like stumbling in the dark trying to find the light switch. And guess what? That's perfectly okay.

**3. Quarter-Life Crisis is a Thing:**

Quarter-life crisis is not a chapter in a self-help book; it's the messy process of realizing that adulting comes without a roadmap. It's normal to question everything from career choices to the very essence of your existence.

**4. People Can Be Mean During Tough Times:**

In the real world, not everyone offers a sympathetic ear or a shoulder to lean on. Some people might act like they're holding golden tickets to a better life. Remember, their show reel doesn't diminish your worth.

**5. Dealing with Superior-feeling People:**

Ever met someone who flaunts their apparent perfection? Ignore the drama. It's more like changing the channel to a show you actually enjoy – one where authenticity trumps pretense.

**6. Find Your Squad:**

Real friends aren't therapists with all the answers. They're the ones who pass you the figurative tissues, make you laugh when you feel like crying, and bring over ice cream without judgment.

**7. Be Kind to Yourself:**

In the real world, being kind to yourself is not a motivational quote on a Pinterest board. It's about recognizing that you're a human with flaws navigating a chaotic reality. Treat yourself with the same compassion you'd offer a friend.

**8. Embrace Changes:**

Life is not a Bollywood movie with neatly tied endings. It's more like a documentary – unpredictable, raw, and full of unexpected twists. Embrace the changes; they're part of the unscripted beauty of life.

**9. Learn from Tough Times:**

In real life, tough times are not neatly packaged lessons. They're messy and complex. Learn what you can, adapt, and move forward. This is not a failure; it's growth.

**10. Remember, You're Awesome:**

When others parade their seemingly perfect lives, remember that their highlight reel doesn't define your worth. In the real world, you're awesome not because of external validations but because of your resilience, authenticity, and ability to navigate the messiness of life.

In the end, I don't transform into a superhero with a dazzling cape. I remain human, imperfect, and gloriously real. Life isn't a fairytale, but it's an adventure worth embracing – full of highs, lows, and the unpredictable beauty of authenticity.

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kavolantis · 1 year

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The Year Round Messier Marathon Field Guide by Hrarvard C. Pennington

#astronomy #ebook #Harvard C. Pennington #Messier-marathon

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cleflink · 2 years

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Kaishin undercover Kaito ficlet

Hello! I’ve had some new follows recently AND I wanted to write something silly and quick after the chaos marathon of ksbb fic writing, so have an incredibly self-indulgent snippet of Kaito being hot and Shinichi being very put out about it. Post-canon pre-slash

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In Shinichi's defense, he hadn't been thinking about the personal consequences when he'd made the suggestion. He'd been thinking about catching a murderer.

Story of his life, really.

"I need your help with a case," he'd told Kaito.

Because who else would he ask when he needed someone young, male and decently attractive to go undercover in a night club as bait for a sting operation? Kaito was a master of disguise, an adrenaline junkie of the highest order and a man completely capable of defending himself if anything went wrong. He was the most logical choice, and he owed Shinichi a favour, besides.

The worst part was how long it took Shinichi to realize what he'd done to himself.

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Kaito arrived exactly on time, letting himself into the house without bothering with normal human things like knocking. Or a door key. "Shinichi?"

"In the kitchen!" Shinichi called back, not looking up from the text he was writing to Takagi. "Division 1's ready to move out on my signal."

"You know," Kaito's voice preceded him down the hall. "Playing bait for a fetish murderer isn't my usual definition of a fun Friday night."

"No," Shinichi agreed dryly. "You'd rather antagonize the police force instead."

Kaito laughed as he stepped into the kitchen. "Okay, fair. And at least I'm going to look good while doing it."

Shinichi snorted, glancing up with a mocking smirk. "You think style is a white top hat and a mono...cle."

His words clattered off into awkward silence, as Shinichi realized that he had made a grave error.

Because interacting with the Kaitou KID in a hundred different disguises over the years was in no way sufficient preparation for the reality of seeing Kaito - his Kaito - wearing trendy, far too-well-fitted club clothes with his fetchingly dishevelled hair perfectly framing a face rendered utterly devastating by makeup that enhanced rather than hid those familiar features.

Shinichi stared, unable to help himself.

Kaito caught the look and raised an eyebrow. "What? Too much? Not enough?" To Shinichi's slow-dawning horror, he put one hand on his hip, the graceful weight shift making Shinichi uncomfortably aware of just how lithe and smoothly muscled Kaito's long, long legs were. Those jeans were far too tight. "I can put on something else if you don't think this will do it, but I draw the line at hotpants. The quest for justice can only demand so much."

Shinichi was still staring. He wrenched his eyes away with an effort, fighting to get his mind back on task. "It's fine. Are you ready to go?"

Kaito rolled his eyes. "Yes, because that's what your reaction signified."

"I was distracted by the fact that your hair looks even messier than usual," Shinichi said, in a passable imitation of his usual deadpan. "I didn't even know that was possible."

Predictably, Kaito squawked and lifted his hands protectively towards his hair. The motion made the tiniest tantalizing sliver of his toned stomach appear beneath the lifted hem of his unfairly snug shirt. "Excuse you? You and your cowlicks do not get to judge. I am artfully tousled, thank you very much!"

"Keep telling yourself that. Let's get moving," Shinichi added, standing and striding for the door before Kaito could tell him - loudly and at length - why he was wrong. "It's getting late."

"My hair looks great," Kaito grumbled as he swept past. There was glitter on his cheekbones. Shinichi hated everything. "Heathen."

Shinichi followed silently. The only other option was to admit that Kaito was, for once, 100% correct, which wouldn't do at all. At least focusing on the soft, tousled mass of Kaito's hair and how much he wanted to sink his hands into it was better than getting distracted by the sight of Kaito's ass in those jeans.

Shinichi was in so much trouble.

#kaishin #kaishin fic #my fic #dcmk #ficlet #Kuroba Kaito #Kudou Shinichi

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