#sorry for the whiplash you'll probably get

[moonsaver]

I READ YOUR POST (and also anon!) ABOUT REBELLIOUS! VERITAS/RATIO, GOOD LORD..

Your writing is very good! And I like it! I'm having it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, everytime

BUT LIKE, LISTEN TO ME, WHAT IF S/O WAS REBELLIOUS LIKE HIM TOO. But not like actually him, just typical rebellious student back then. Like, breaking the rules, pissing off the teachers, etc

AND, HIS S/O IS LIKE NOW, NORMAL. A PROFESIONAL, and probably embarrassed of their phase back then. I do see them being Friendly and chilled with Ratio?? Or like "Oh crap, it's the old rebellious dude that tries to teach me random smart stuffs"

But in my opinion, I do see S/O just being like "Oh, what's up Ratio" and just being neutral. Greeting him whenever they passed by or see each other again, while also slightly joking about the things Ratio tried to teach them back then. As they told him that they actually listened to his teaching.. Even though it's.. Well, it's used by unsuccessful methods

BUT ALSO, YOU KNOW HOW XINYAN WOULD TELL EMBARRASSING STORIES ABOUT SHEHNE AND GANYU?

S/O WOULD DO THAT, telling Ratio old rebellious phase embarrassing stories to his students whenever they feel afraid of him. Like

"Oh, did you know that your professor (Veritas Ratio), used to talk so much about our teacher that just give the slightest wrong formula, to the point he keeps getting send to the office? Hah! I was there!"

As Ratio stood there with hidden embarrassed look, as he tries to hold the urge to not shut S/O up.

I'M SORRY IF I'M BOTHERING YOU, THE VOICES ARE COMMANDING ME... THE VOICES OF MY SIMPING FOR RATIO.

QNON ANON QNON!!!!YOU ARE FEEDING ME TOO I PROMISE YOU CAN BOTHER ME (its not even bothering me i love these asks),,, THE TENSION THAT IUST DISSIPATWS HAHAHA WAIT WAIT

Under the cut,might be long!

Soso, you're the rebellious kid who's butting heads with the other jerkwad, the only difference between you two is that he's just a nerd on top of being a rebellious kid. He's the "worst" of both worlds.

It's a very cliche enemies to strangers to acquaintances who respect each other to tension between possible lovers. Its kind of funny.

In your student days, I imagine the moment both of you see each other in the hall, you scowl at each other. Or make fun of something the other has. Maybe he's lugging a bulky art project and you make fun of him saying he looks like a turtle dragging his own shell. Maybe you left your bag's zip open and Veritas comments on how "devoid of knowledge" it is, "like your head" (you forgot all your books somewhere, your bag is completely empty). God forbid either of you tried something experimental and the other catches a glimpse of it. If they're not within talking distance, they'll shout on the top of their lungs. To both of you, the louder it is the more humiliation is involved. You'll find this method is often used by Veritas, as he openly quizzes you and chides LOUDLY that you're a BUFFOON and an IDIOT for not knowing a SIMPLE FORMULA. You decide to retaliate by stealing more than half his stationary, so now he has to scramble to gather extras and literally no one helps him cause he's a jerk lol.

Everyone on campus absolutely either hates it or loves it. Theres fanpages of you two with cringe edits,or those really well-made shitpost ones. Sometimes your classmates just bait the other to go a certain place just so you two cross paths and stir up a lot of trouble. The teachers are all done with both of you.

Cut to the future (or present?), reader's a professor too now. Let's assume either of them is unaware when they join the job (as implied by the request).

I imagine professor reader, if they manage to stay calm and just.. talk normally, it does give Dr. Ratio some whiplash. His pride demands he straightens himself out though, so it's not too soon before he himself drones on about some or the other tedious topic. You mention the past and how often you used to butt heads, and Veritas' first instinct is to immediately retaliate the way his past self would have done; but he stops himself in time, and sighs at it. You've painstakingly ingrained that response into him. But he's still slightly embarrassed nonetheless. It's not too soon before the conversation becomes more relaxed (I mean.. considering Veritas,as relaxed as he lets it be), and as a form of "nostalgia" he brings up all the questions he used to ask you back then, only to be pleasantly surprised when you give him detailed but professional answers. It's not too soon before he learns that you've become a professor aswell. Dr. Ratio congratulates you – with reservations of course, which is completely thrown out the window when you tell him you knew all of this because.. you listened to him.

Ugh. Don't make him feel so sappy. A part of him detests it; warming up and being all chummy with a hopeless classmate of all people. But a part of him is.. kind of happy about it.

Which is promptly changed the moment you also realize he's a professor now.

And that his students aren't spared from the nostalgia either.

He's bursting through the door, jaw dropped, angry and shocked face as you prattle on about how much of an asshole he was back in the day to his students. For a moment, he contemplates whether he should just throw chalk at you and make an example of you to his students, or drag you out. After a few seconds of paralyzed contemplation, he immediately grabs you by the back of your collar and drags you out before something else comes out of your mouth.

It's almost the same all over again – both of you bickering back and forth as he's all pissy about you spilling everything to his students! You've positively tarnished his reputation! Perhaps he shall tell your students how you used to walk around wearing a lanyard and a shirt with the institution name written on it in big, bold letters on the first day? Or that time you tripped and faceplanted right into the trashcan while you complained about his (axe bodyspray) deodorant?

Ugh.. he'll just deal with you later. Although he won't admit this even to himself.. it's nice seeing you again. He didn't think of that, it must be the headache you gave him that's making him think all weird.

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[thatanimewriter]

BEAR HUG.

➳ request: Hello! Can I request Ruby, Blake, Yang, Weiss, and Neo with either a male or gn!reader (whichever is more comfortable for you) s/o who is tall (Not that tall, I’m talking like 6’0) and normally very stoic but absolutely melts when shown any affection at all from the girls and turns into a massive cuddle bear. Please and thank you! Have a wonderful day!

➳ character/s: ruby rose, weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, neopolitan

➳ warnings: you're a criminal (neo)

➳ notes: 6'0 feels tall for my little 5'2 ass LMAO thanketh for request :)), also sorry these are kinda short-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

no one knew why y'all were together initially, it was weird

why is this energetic child with this sophisticated partner????

but everyone knows you have a soft spot for ruby, because even if she's annoying you, you'll be less harsh with her

and if she ever clings to you, a nearly invisible smile rests on your lips

she could use her semblance to sit on your shoulders or cling to your bicep, yet you never pushed her away

if anything, the people saw how you kind of craved it

people wouldn't believe their eyes when they see you with your head atop hers and your arms wrapped around her waist

especially with the big, innocent looking eyes rather than your usual half-lidded gaze

they would think someone is a photoshop wizard if they showed them a photo of you cuddling in your sleep

who knew someone could have such different sides to them??

── 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐄.

what a strict couple istg

you're both so serious most of the time, if weiss wasn't so dramatic at times, people would think you were the same person

not a big affection person, but only because she's touch-starved

when she starts initiating, she's very nervous to because she doesn't know if you want her to

but then she sees the way your face relaxes and your body slumps a bit

and now shes gonna be initiating a lot more, but mostly in private or in times of high stress

if anything, you want hugs all the time and she's the one telling you to chill out (pun intended)

she'll never reject you though, but she will look annoyed

often forgets you're perceived as stoic, because she's more accustomed to cuddly you now

wishes you weren't so tall so that you could cuddle easier though-

── 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀.

another stoic girlie

she probably purrs if you give her cuddles and scratch her head and behind her ears

rubs her head against you when she wants attention (only in private)

found out how much of a cuddle monster you are because of it

probably complains a little when you don't let go of her in the mornings and hug her tighter

gets whiplash from soft you and serious you all the time

the moment you're alone with her you're being all pouty and making grabby hands for hugs

secretly loves it, but she also has a reputation to uphold

has a lot of photos of you being cuddly on her scroll

you're 100% mor affectionate than she is, but it's fine

── 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆.

you'll never be perceived as a stoic person ever with her around

she's constantly coming to give you affection, so you'll have to give up the serious thing

she always teases you about being soft around her

you'll never escape her snide comments about how you're not as stoic as you want to be

you're the one being hugged, not doing the hugging

and she'll secretly film you every time-

hidden scroll on the bookshelf waiting for you to come in the room and get hugged >:((

when she feels sad she always reviews those videos to feel better about things

and she never tells you she's filming :))

── 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍.

is small enough to dangle from your arm as well

constantly clinging to you

she's very mischievous, but i think when she sees you melt a bit at any semblance of physical contact, a genuine smile would cross her face

you being softer also encourages her to be more vulnerable and less performative

she lives for the height difference though-

she won't be too affectionate in public when y'all are criminals

will let you keep the stoic facade when wreaking havoc for sure, won't jeopardise that reputation

but in private, only soft times, never serious times in the scary sense

serious times in a loving, deep talk way ;v;

she also has lots of photos of your sleeping face while you cuddle her

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #neopolitan #rwby neopolitan #rwby x reader #ruby rose x reader #weiss schnee x reader #blake belladonna x reader #yang xiao long x reader #neopolitan x reader #rwby neopolitan x reader #rwby imagines #ruby rose imagines #weiss schnee imagines #blake belladonna imagines #yang xiao long imagines #neopolitan imagines #rwby neopolitan imagines

[ihavethedreamies]

Birthday Surprise | Baekhyun

Byun Baekhyun - EXO

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.5k

Pairing: Baekhyun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Cute, Sweet

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Kissing, Bit of Swearing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, Wall Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don't!)

Author's Note: This a story requested by/written for my friend @sadfragilegirl! I hadn't written something to post for EXO yet. It’s a little early for her actual birthday, but she didn't mind, so here is this as well~

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

Sighing again, you found your eyes drifting to your phone again. Tapping the screen, there were still no new notifications. You understood with the time difference and his busy schedule that your boyfriend didn't always have a second to spare and reply. You didn't take it personally; it just was hard when you missed him as much as you did. The first week of a tour was always the hardest, but then it would get easier. After time passed though, the harder and harder it would get again. At least with Baekhyun's solo career, he was gone for a shorter time than with the whole group. You also never kept close track of his tours, only what he would tell you. It was too difficult to watch the fancams others would post, because they got to be there and not you. You had to work yourself though and couldn't go with him.

Another sigh left your lips and you reluctantly went back to watching the show on the TV. You didn't even remember what you had put on initially, but it had changed. Your phone dinged and you nearly gave yourself whiplash looking at it, but your shoulders slumped. Your food was there. Grumbling, you got up from the couch, shuffling in your slippers to the door. When you opened the door, there was the food you ordered and you grabbed the bag, but there was something else too. A box was set next to your food, and it looked like it might have been there before. It was white with a red ribbon and a red envelope stuck to it. Picking it up with your other hand, it wasn't very heavy, you headed back inside. You hadn't ordered anything…

Setting the bag of food down on the dining table, you plucked the envelope off the box, a bit of the paper tearing from where it was taped on. Your name was on it, but that was it, no address, yours or otherwise. Pondering what the heck it could be, you gently tore the envelope open, pulling the card out. Your eyes widened, then stung a bit as tears sprung to your eyes. You recognized the handwriting immediately.

Hello, Sweetheart, I'm sorry I haven't been able to talk with you the way we both want, or as often. It's harder for me to leave you at home whenever I do, even more than it is for you, believe it or not. Everything I saw wherever I went that reminded me of you, I bought. I know your birthday is tomorrow, but you'll have to wait for the presents when you see me. I did prepare a surprise though. There is a dress in the box, please wear it and a driver will come to pick you up tomorrow night at 7 pm. I miss you, and happy early birthday. ~Love, Baekhyun

You sniffed, trying to hold the tears back, feeling foolish. Why did you want to cry so hard? You wondered though what the heck he had planned. Did he set up a party or something for you so you wouldn't notice his absence as much? Finally going to the box that came with the card, you opened it and removed the tissue paper inside to see the dress. A huff of surprise left your mouth, that did not look cheap. Flipping the tag over to see the brand, you were then for sure. It was a beautiful, light blue, bouffant-style dress, the fabric had a dull sparkle throughout and was made from a smooth silk. Of course it was just your size.

"Oh, Baek…" You sniffed again, holding the dress up to yourself, wondering what shoes you were going to wear.

"Are you (Y/N)?" The sharply dressed man standing by a very nice black car asked you. You nodded, and he opened the door for you. You smoothed your dress down when you got in, adjusting it as you sat to keep it looking nice. It hit you right at the knees and you paired it with a simple set of gold kitten-heels. You had curled and put your hair up and added some gold jewelry to finish off the look. The driver got back in the car and began to head in the direction of the fancy part of town. You fiddled with the strap of your bag, watching the buildings and lights pass. Maybe ten minutes later, the car pulled into the entrance of an extremely fancy hotel. You had guessed it was a party, but maybe it would be a meal in the restaurant?

"Have a Happy Birthday, Miss (Y/N)." The driver smiled, opening the door for you and you shyly thanked him, once again adjusting your dress as you entered the lobby.

"Are you Miss (Y/N)?" one of the hoteliers asked as the automatic doors slid closed behind you.

"Yes."

"Please, follow me." She smiled, motioning for you to do so, leading you to the elevators. You got in and she pulled a card out of the pocket of her vest, sliding it into the reader of the elevator, then pressed the button for the roof.

"Have a Happy Birthday, Miss (Y/N)." She smiled once again, and the elevator doors closed, heading straight up. You were feeling a bit overwhelmed with the glitz and glam of the night already. You knew that your boyfriend was an international celebrity and had been for years, granting him plenty of clout and capital, but this…

The elevator doors opened, a polished hallway leading to a set of glass doors, and presumable, the rooftop venue. You couldn't see anything pass the doors, not even lights, just those in the distance of nearby buildings. Tilting your head a bit in confusion, you walked forward, heels clicking on the floor. When you got to the door, you for some reason felt your heart surge. Resting your hand on the handle, you took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out into the night breeze.

"Surprise!" You startled, only somewhat unprepared. The lights had come on, the pop of confetti poppers and loud cheering welcomed you. It was hard to hide your smile, seeing all of your and Baekhyun's friends.

"(Y/N)!" An extremely loud voice heralded the action before you registered it, then found yourself engulfed by a Chanyeol. You let out an 'oof' as he hugged you, you rocked back on your feet from the force of his hug.

"Let her go!" Kyungsoo huffed, hitting the other one on the back, who recoiled in an overdramatic fashion. You shot the smaller man a grateful look, but then they both looked behind them. You couldn't see over them, but when they moved-

"Baekhyun!" You beamed, tears once again hitting your eyes and he caught you when you dashed forward.

"Hi, sweetheart." He hugged you close and you heard various voices coo at the reunion, "Happy Birthday." He kissed your forehead when you finally pulled away, then scoffed.

"Hey, you'll ruin your mascara." He swiped his thumb over your cheek and you sniffed.

"I…I knew you had probably planned a party or something, but I didn't know you would be here too!" Your smile brought out his own and you hugged him again as he chuckled.

"Ah, what?!" He shouted suddenly and if you hadn't known him for as long as you did, the volume would have startled you. He turned to look behind him aggressively only to have Minseok whisper something in his ear after hitting him to get his attention.

"Oh, right." He calmed down and Baekhyun pulled away from you some.

"I did not time everything right, so we're going to eat now, then do the rest." Your boyfriend smiled, leading you over to the table set up in front of all the others.

"The rest?" you asked, sitting down in the seat he pulled out for you. He joined you and everyone else was sitting at their own respective tables. He pointed to the side at a table piled with gifts and you gaped.

"You guys!" You spoke loud enough, lacing fake annoyance in your tone and your guests laughed.

"Kyungsoo picked out the menu." Baekhyun told you, servers coming out with the food. It was all of your favorites and tasted amazing. When everyone was done with the meal and plates were cleared, another group of servers came out with a beautiful two-tier cake. The rested it gentle on the table in front of you and lit the candles before excusing themselves with a bow.

"Make a wish, sweetheart." Baekhyun wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing the crown of your head and you pressed your hands together, eyes closed. Let it be that I can stay happy with him, forever. You blew out the candles and everyone clapped and cheered and then the real part of the party began. Another set of chairs were at the gift table, so you moved over.

"Half of these are from you!" You sent a look to your boyfriend who chuckled a bit.

"So? Just start!" He brushed it off and you started. You got a lot of things like skincare, makeup, and other such toiletries. There were some stuffed animals, a few sets of earrings, a few nice perfumes and a tennis bracelet. Like you said, half of it literally was from him, several different countries were the origin of many. One of the boxes you opened, you slammed closed immediately, face heating. You sent him a side-glare and he seemed to realize what you had opened.

"Oh, uh, you can do that one later." He grabbed it from you, setting it on the pile and hoping no one noticed that it was purposefully hidden.

"It works with a phone app, from anywhere…" He whispered in your ear and you wanted to interrogate him further but decided to do it later. After the presents were opened and the cake cut, you finally got to eat it. Trying not to make a mess with the frosting, you enjoyed the champagne that was brought out as well. People were already dancing in the large open area in the middle of the rooftop venue, and when another nice, slow song started, Baekhyun grabbed your hand.

"I thought it would be weird if we danced to one of my songs." He whispered to you as he brought you to the dance floor. It was the second slow song, but you understood why he did that. While he literally danced for a living, you were not nearly as graceful nor practiced as him. You set your hand in his, the other on his shoulder, his other hand resting on your waist.

"Just, follow the rhythm." He coached as you danced, several of your other friends dancing with their significant others. You smiled as you passed Jongdae with his wife, somewhat envying what they had. That was something to think about later though.

"I think you got something on your-" Baekhyun brought your attention back to him and he smirked before quickly kissing the corner of your mouth and you scoffed.

"Geez." You couldn't help but smile, resting your head on his shoulder as you swayed. When the song faded to a close, you reluctantly pulled away from him, but his hand stayed linked with yours.

"Yeol!" He shouted, catching his friend's attention. He flashed an 'ok' gesture and Chanyeol sent a thumbs up back and you frowned a bit. What were they planning?

"Come with me." He looked like a kid in a candy store, a wide grin spread over his pretty face and you followed after him as he led you inside. Chanyeol had started something on the little stage set up for the band, everyone's attention focused there.

"I was going to wait till after, but I can't." Baekhyun told you, pulling you with him through the only door of the rooftop shelter other than the one outside or the elevator. It was a small staging room it seemed, there was mostly just extra tables and chairs. When you turned toward him to ask him what he was talking about, his lips captured yours, and your words slipped into a whine. Your back hit the wall by the door, hands flying up to his shoulders and up the nape of his neck into his hair. One of his arms wrapped around you, hand on the small of your back, the other on the wall to steady you both. You were glad you chose a lip stain rather than lipstick since none of it transferred over to him. You sighed and his tongue slipped into your mouth, his leg coming between yours, pressing his thigh against your covered mound. You moaned, letting him pull back from the kiss reluctantly. His lips kissed the corner of your mouth again, then down to your jaw, and further to your shoulder. The off-shoulder sleeves left plenty of skin open, so he took the chance and sank his teeth in slightly. You tried to hold back your moan, not sure how soundproof the room was, grinding down on his thigh between yours. It had been way to long, and the little points of contact through the night were not nearly enough.

"How am I going to get out of here?" You scolded lightly as he moved across your collarbone, having most likely already left three or four marks.

"You can use my coat." He offered quickly, barely pulling his lips off your skin to speak, also removing said item. Baekhyun rolled his sleeves up, lips finding yours again. When his task was done, you giggled as he lightly smoothed his hand up your thigh. His finger hooked over the hem of your panties, snapping the elastic. You squeaked slightly when he pressed into you, pinning you into the wall further, teeth nibbling your ear lobe, licking over the golden hoops you had in.

"You're already wet?" He gave a huff of smugness and you just hummed, exhaling in bliss when his fingers ran through your soaked folds.

"Baek-!" You were going to try and rationalize your state, but it was a moot point because your breath left when he sank his finger inside you. You were tighter than usual, not even having been able to get off yourself, you needed Baekhyun. The remote vibrator he bought you made more sense then. By the time he added his second finger, spreading them to get you ready, there were probably three more marks on your upper chest. Your little mewls were obviously getting to him, but the night was for you, not him. He stopped his fingers and you wanted to protest, but he was sinking to his knees.

"Oh." You whispered, letting him gently pull your panties down and over your feet, tucking them in his back pocket. You would have scolded him, but all words left as he buried his tongue inside your wanting pussy.

"Baek!" You shuddered, slumping further into the wall, hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself. He tried not to laugh at your squeal as he hiked one of your thighs up and onto his shoulder to get you open more for him. His tongue left your core, flicking at your clit, two fingers finding home inside you again. Your walls fluttered around the digits and he could tell you were close. With one more crook of his fingers, and kiss to your clit, you came and he helped you ride it, eagerly lapping at your essence flowing down his hand. By the time the waves of your orgasm faded, you were shaking and he smirked, standing while licking off his fingers. You noticed his hardened cock straining against his dress pants, fingers finding the zipper.

"Wait-"

"Can't. Do it better later." You insisted and he wasn't going to argue. Just as soon as you freed him, the head of his cock was at your entrance and he pushed in. Your gummy walls pulsed around him; the stretch stung from you going to so long without him. The same leg he had over his shoulder he held up over his elbow and you were so glad you were flexible. His thrusts were shallow and hard, trying to get to the crest for both of you fast so he could get you back to the hotel room and fuck you properly.

"Shit, Baekhyun." Your breath came out in pants, trying to stay quiet, but it was hard. Your peak was getting close again, your tight core around his cock felt like heaven, so he was close too.

"Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me." His sweet voice in your ear was all it took and he had to still as you came. He let go as well, the squeeze too good. Catching your breath, you startled when someone knocked on the door hard. Baekhyun must have taken it as a signal for something, because he got himself fixed up and let you have his suit jacket to cover your shoulders. In the low light he could see the rising deep red and purple welts, a few with light teeth marks.

"Okay, lets go."

"What-?"

"Yeol got everyone distracted, so now you don't feel good, so we're leaving!" He grinned like a goof and you scoffed, shuffling after him to the elevator. Chanyeol seemed to be guarding the door, back to you, and you giggled as the lift doors closed. Your boyfriend looked at you, his hair a bit messy and you both laughed. He still had your panties in his pocket… When the elevator got to the floor for the room he booked, you slipped out, slinking past a group of what looked like college guys walking down the hall. You held his jacket over you tighter, following Baekhyun as he led you. When he had gotten you into the hotel suite, your giggles turned into a full laugh, and he couldn’t help but join.

"Come on, sweetheart. The bed is all ready…"

After unwrapping you like you were a present, he sat behind you on the bed, leading you to rest your back to his chest.

"What are we doing?" You asked, letting his hands on your hips guide you. He sat on his knees, having you straddle his lap and he sank lower as you settled on him, cock filling you back up. Sighing at the feeling of him inside you again, he kissed over your shoulders again, sucking another mark at the base of your ear. Resting your head on his shoulder, his hands guided you to grind down onto him, the angle had the head of his cock right in the best spot, rubbing and pressing you into a tizzy. You wondered why it felt so much more intense than normal, more intimate.

"You looked so beautiful tonight. I knew the dress was perfect." His voice, low and soft in your ear seemed to vibrate over you and your hips stuttered through the rhythm you both had set. Baekhyun leaned back a bit more, you followed since you were resting on him, and the shift let him slide in even deeper and you gasped at the rapidly rising pleasure.

"I loved hearing you laugh in person, being able to hold you." One of his hands slid up over your stomach, cupping your breast.

"Feel your soft skin, kiss you, taste you…" You whimpered, his hips shifting to meet yours, thrusting up to meet your rolling hips.

"Wanna see you…" You whined and he hummed, smirking.

"Okay, sweetheart." While you were not pleased that he pulled out, you were quickly filled back up when your back hit the bed. His hands wrapped around yours when they went to cup his jaw, mouth meeting yours again. Linking your fingers, he pinned your hands up by your head with his, pulling back just enough so your lips still brush slightly. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, and he snapped his hips hard, picking the pace up immediately. You couldn't hold back your moans, writhing in pleasure under him, the bed frame groaning from the force. You wanted to touch him too, but his hands on yours prevented it. He smirked against your lips, switching to using his one hand to hold both your wrists in place. The free hand gripped your thigh, shifting your leg up higher so he could get even deeper inside of you. It was hard for you to get out anything intelligible other than his name and your orgasm was rising faster than you anticipated.

"God, you're so beautiful. I love you so much, (Y/N)." His pace was stuttering, the vice of your core sending him closer to the edge as well.

"Love you too~" You managed to get out and your voice crested into a high moan as you fell over the edge. He groaned himself, spilling inside, filling you with warmth and swallowing your noises with a sealing kiss.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart." Baekhyun smiled warmly and you giggled tiredly.

"You really didn't have to do so much…" You pouted playfully and he hummed, shaking his head.

"I did. I love you, and whenever I'm gone for so long, so far away, you're all I think about. I honestly wish I would have done more.”

Master-Master List

#ihavethedreamies #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #x reader #exo x reader #exo fanfic #exo #exo fluff #exo smut #exo baekhyun #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fluff #byun baekhyun

[ilylovelyz]

sorry, sorry.

pair : bully!sakusa x fem!reader

warning(s) : noncon to dubcon (sakusa says that he's raping reader but trust me he's just saying that to torment her, u can take that however you want), physical assault, bullying, choking, forced throatfucking, non descriptive impregnation, videotaping + leaking, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny, sexism, all characters are aged up, alcohol

bully!sakusa who cornered you in the girl's locker room, will literally throw a bucket of soap water at you because you're so "dirty." he'll look down at you with satisfactory when your entire body and uniform is soaked with soap buds and the strong oder of cleanliness. he'll mumble a "finally, you don't smell like shit," down at you, eyes shamelessly leering at your now transparent shirt.

bully!sakusa who forces you to sign up to become the volleyball's team manager. he'll either forge your signature or he'll straight up almost break your wrist making you write that shit down. he'll laugh at you when you cry about how your grades are now suffering because being a manager for the team is taking up all of your free time, so you can't study without being tired. "what? you really expected that you'll do something great in life? you're too dumb." he'd say when he catches you trying to study inbetween practices and games.

bully!sakusa who rips up your notebooks and notes when he does catch you trying to study. then the day afterwards when the teacher asks if anyone wants to offer to share their notebook/notes during class, he'll raise his hand up, getting praise for being a good classmate and for volunteering to share with you for the nth time. during those class times, he'd be whispering nonsense into your ears, telling you not to touch his shit or he'll "break your hands and actually give you something to cry about."

bully!sakusa, who during those class lessons, instead of paying attention, he'll be pinching your thighs and wrists, telling you to pay attention. he'll roughly squeeze your inner thighs, making you yelp out in pain during class. he scoffs when you mumble out an embarrassed apology because you can't keep your damn mouth shut.

bully!sakusa, who forces his cock down your throat after class when everyone has left. "maybe this will stop you from interrupting class, huh?" he'd say, burly calloused hands gripping each side of your head, violently pumping your head up and down on his cock. his cock would twitch when you begin to claw at his thighs, lips turning blue due to the lack of oxygen. he'd pull you off his cock suddenly, and pull you by your hair so roughly it gives you whiplash. "don't touch me, damn whore. are you too dumb to breathe through your nose?" he'd yell, and without another word he would shove his cock back down your throat.

bully!sakusa, who would fake being unaware when he gets questioned for being a possible perpetrator for creating, and spreading a video of you getting fucked dumb in the same classroom after he came down your throat. it's clearly him in the video, big hand's wrapped around your throat, teasing and mocking you as your teary, crying eyes roll back in bliss, face flushed with shame as he forcibly splits you open on his thick cock. he has your knees up to your ears, practically bent in half as he batters your cervix on your desk. he mocks you for enjoying being raped, and tells you that nobody will ever listen to you because nobody loves you, and that you should be happy a guy like him is even willing to breathe the same air as you. "he's too good of a student, he'd never do such a thing", the teacher would say before letting him go.

bully!sakusa, who acts surprised when he hears the news about you dropping out. everyone seems to care suddenly, but at the same time; they don't seemed surprised. rumors circulate about the possibles on why you dropped out. "she probably dropped out because of that video of her getting fucked," some idiot would say to him. he'd shake his head, "no, that's not true. it's actually because she's pregnant with her rapist baby and her family is so ashamed of her so they made her drop out because they don't want anyone to see her."

bully!sakusa, who plays dumb when everyone finds out he's the actual father. when asked if he actually raped you, he says that you were actually begging for it and wanted to be treated like a whore. "she's just an attention seeker," someone said after he had told them that you lied. he internally laughs, he was right. nobody even cares about you enough to even take your word.

bully!sakusa, who basically barges into your house after school, giving a respectful nod to your timid mother. he has a little conversation with her as he takes off his shoes. wouldn't wanna make this little place dirtier than it already is. she embarrassingly mumbles apologies for you being a fuck-up, and begs him to forgive you. he fakes a smile at her, "of course, i'll forgive her. i'll make sure to take care of her, don't you worry." as he makes his way up to your room, he scoffs in amazement. not even your own mother cares about you.

bully!sakusa, who isn't surprised when he sees you sitting up on your bed, eyes low with emptiness. you were anticipating him. he doesn't waste a second to fuck you once again in your childhood home, not caring about the fact that your parents can most likely hear your cries and pathetic screams. his hands grope and painfully squeeze at every part of your body as he marks you up with bloody bites and hickies. he's a little more gentle than the previous times he's aggressively raped you. you're carrying his child of course, he has to make sure that he doesn't kill his son (he hopes it's a son because he doesn't want a daughter because she'll become a whore like you.)

bully!sakusa, who while he fucks you, mocks you for falling pregnant with your rapist. he tells you that it's so easy to control your body, and that you basically wanted to be raped with how easily you became pregnant. he puts you into the meanest mating press of your life, cock threatening to break your cervix. threatening to break you. by the end it, you're nothing but a shell of the person you once were, eyes and brain dead with defeat. "you've got nothing left good goin' for you, just give up, damn bitch." he says as he zips up his fly, leaving you sprawled limp onto the bed, pussy sore and leaking full of his cum.

bully!sakusa, whom after he graduates, makes you come live with him as his wife. "nobody will take care of you in the way i do." he tells you when you cried after realizing you're stuck with him forever. pregnant with his child, no education to your name, no support, you do give up. maybe he is whats best for you.

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#haikyuu breeding #haikyuu smut #haikyuu pregnant #haikyuu!! smut #yandere sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader smut #sakusa smut #sakusa kiyoomi smut #yandere sakusa #haikyuu dark content #haikyuu yandere #⨳ noncon #⨳ dubcon #⨳ yandere saku

[prince-liest]

Okay so like, two things in two completely different fics of yours have been bouncing in my head like the dvd logo to make a weird baby together, and honestly it's a half formed idea at best so forgive my horrible stream of thought XD but

1) Alastor and Angel's little switcheroo

2) Vox in Emergency Broadcast, being like "fuck, this aromantic version of Alastor is enough to handle by itself. I'd probably die if you ACTUALLY felt romance"

Which led to me being like "how fast and bad would things get if Vox and Alastor somehow switched personalities for like, a day" cuz for 1 Alastor being INSATIABLY horny and completely obsessed spells destruction for everyone involved. And 2, imagine Vox's dumbass horny brain going from 100 to 0 in an instant, that man will have a broken neck from the whiplash alone. Not to mention their respective egos getting completely flipped on their heads. In conclusion, I think one of them would die at least once, probably Vox, poor guy dkfkhkh

Have you ever listened to This is Love by Air Traffic Controller? Because I was thinking about this ask for a bit while driving today and this song came on, and... I feel like if you took Alastor and then gave him Vox's obsessive tendencies, then threw in a Vox who isn't strictly interested beyond the scope of his own masochism and Alastor's lack of desire to completely fuck up the relationship, then shook the whole thing together in a box labeled "their respective differences in levels of 1) power and 2) sadism," this is what you'd get.

Poor Vox.

I got my knife, got my gun Let's see how fast you can run You might think that you can hurt me But the damage has been done It's pathetic, I know A jealous fool who won't let go If I was sorry for my actions Would I ever stoop so low? [...] I've got no shame, got no pride Only skeletons to hide And if you try to talk to someone Well, then someone has to die Once you chase me down the hole Yeah, once you think you're in control You'll believe that we are partners And you're feeling comfortable Oh, then the darkness rolls in And you'll forget who I have been But you'll love, love, love it, this is love

Anyway, you're right, Vox is definitely going to die. At least once.

#ask #personal #Anonymous #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #I fucking love this song I ended up putting it on repeat and just playing the personality swap AU in my head like an AMV for about 50 miles

[tsukiyo-7]

ITALIAN SAMDEAN HEADCANONS PLEASE. (i'll go first, imagine them having a fashion sense 😔)

ANON, AS WE SAY HERE TU MI INVITI A NOZZE, SFONDI NA PORTA APERTA (preach to the choir basically)

Dean would probably kill himself because he can't drive that monster of a car of his around here not even if we wipe out to the ground the buildings but anyway- the streets are tiny and cobble-stoned okay? You'll have to drive a Panda and shut up about it.

I like the concept of them being catholics, it's not even that they really believe (nobody does anyway) but it's so part of us... the rosary hanging from the rearview mirror, santini stuffed in wallets, Sam with a little religious medal of Saint Judas he got when he went to university (fuorisede obv) [I'm thinking about giving him a different major because I hate the law school people around here 😂 their uni is next to mine and it always looks like that scene from Zoolander when Derek and Hansel meet] and Dean I think he would be leaning a little bit in the cuozzo (hard to explain to non-italians I'm sorry) aesthetic but pulling it off by sheer power of beauty and charm and don't tell anyone but Sam owns a pair of Birkenstocks (he gets teased a lot, as he should) and THE TIGER SHOPPER™

I think seeing them in turtlenecks and khakis or white shirts and blue straight-legged pants (average italian dude attire) would give me whiplash, I'm not sure I'm ready 🥴

I rambled again sorry hope all this makes sense to you whelp

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #samdean #spn headcanon #european sam and dean #italian sam and dean

[metanarrates]

honestly how are you so smart? How do I become smart? My entire life I was put in the gifted classes and I really think it made me think I was smarter than I am. I'm "intelligent", sure. But I'm also really dumb and it's a huge sore point for me :( I'm always falling victim to believing anyone who sounds the most convincing and I never have my own opinion. It's like those discourse posts where I'll have whiplash reading them thinking "OK this is the most morally correct stance on the matter got it!" And then there'll be a new response and I'll go "OK scratch that! This is what I should believe and parrot back!". I'm really worried that I don't have any firm stances on anything and I'm a sheep who just follows the most ""correct"" sounding take. Sorry to dump this on you, I'd just like to hear your thoughts on it!

that sort of thing is more common than you think, anon. lots of people have trouble not following a herd mentality. it's scary to go against the grain! and i do think the educational system can reinforce that in certain people, since having the "correct" thought as determined by educators is prioritized more than a student having their own independent opinions.

my advice is to start small. if you see a post on your dash talking about a certain topic, really take a moment to step back. does this argument seem convincing? does it seem accurate? if so, why? do you have all the information? if you don't know enough about a topic to formulate your own opinion, maybe you should do some research!

and im not saying you should by default disagree with everything you see. that creates its own host of problems. I'm saying that whether you agree OR disagree with something, you should take a step back and evaluate why. can you explain your own opinions to others outside of "people I want to agree with have this opinion?"

it's also perfectly fine to not have an opinion on certain topics. if you don't know very much about something, there's no shame in waiting to form an opinion until you have more information. don't be afraid to ask questions. don't be afraid to investigate the trustworthiness of sources!

but if all that is overwhelming, and stepping in discourse sounds scary, you can even try this with fiction you read or watch. (im primary a media analysis blog, so i really do think fiction is a great practice ground to practice your analytical skills.) how does this story make me feel? can I identify why it does that? do I like this character? why? can I pick up on any subtext here? can I identify any literary devices the author is using? small questions like that.

in my opinion, a lot of my seeming intelligence comes from my ability to know and explain myself. I spend a lot of time reflecting on why I hold certain opinions, and seeking out further information when I don't understand something. you're probably here because you like my opinions on media analysis - those opinions are formed by not only reading and watching a wide range of things, but by seeking out different lens of analysis, and yes, seeing what other people have to say, and evaluating whether or not I think their opinions are well-supported. I try my best to expose myself to a lot of different types of thought. and I try my best to understand my own mental mechanisms, and to challenge them when necessary. I do think that's crucial to being an independent thinker.

I am sorry if this comes across as a lot. this stuff is overwhelming! you don't have to take all my advice at once. if you can pick even one suggestion from this post, and make an honest effort to try it, you'll start getting better at confronting your fear of being wrong, or the odd one out. over time, it will get easier for you to understand yourself as an independent person.

#narrates #i don't give out general advice very much so i do welcome feedback! if you don't understand something feel free to ask me

[tortugatalks]

𝗪𝗞 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗦/𝗢 𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲|ᴴᶜˢ

𓆉 gender neutral reader

𓆉 established romantic relationship

𓆉 warnings: hcs with the tiniest hint of angst! no explicit descriptions of blood or gore, but it's sort of implied for some. no mentions of precise injuries. can be left up to the reader's interpretation!

Martin Kratt

━ siren sounds are blaring in his head and he automatically feels a heavy downpour of guilt. how could he let this happen? he's supposed to be looking out for you and his brother! there's no time to dwell on these thoughts though, so he pushes it all to the back of his mind and makes a sharp bee-line towards you.

━ very touchy and invasive of your personal bubble, but at a time like this? who cares?? he uses his hands to search your body for any open wounds or abnormalities. quickly, but with intense care. he has chris contact hq while he keeps his eye on you, practically cradling you in his arms.

━ extremely mindful and capable of maintaining his composure. seeing him panic might not be the best for you, so he sticks to his guns and tries to be level-headed about all this. he softly holds your face, gently brushes your tears away with his thumbs and tells you that you're going to be okay—that you're strong, and that you'll be in good hands. repeat after him: i'm going to be okay. chris is also very quick to jump in and help. whatever martin may need, he's quick to get any supplies out the tiny medkit they brought along.

━ no matter the degree of the injury, he carries you back to hq in his arms. he'll talk to you about anything and everything along the way to get your mind off the pain. of course, you still feel how excruciating the pain is, so the best thing he can do for now is hold you close.

━ once you've reached the tortuga, he'll gently place you on the round-table, caress your face and kiss the side of your head before he lets aviva and koki take it from there. he knows you'll be okay, and while the girls are doing everything they can for you, he takes to stepping outside to get some air. chris and jimmy join him and they'll talk to each other about everything that's happened (they're here for each other after all <3)

━ the moment koki steps out to let them know that you're all good and awake, he zooms his way towards you. the second he sees you, relief washes over him and he shows you the largest smile ever. he jokes here and there about how tough you are, to which you both laugh in response, but after that? the mood noticibly dies down, a frown now visible on his face. you know what he's going to say, and so you try to speak before he does, but he cuts you off. he apologizes to you—says that he's sorry, that he was supposed to be looking out for you, but didn't. things could've been so much worse. you can't even interject before he's talking over you, so you'll literally have to raise your voice or something 'cause none of this is his fault, nor should he be the one bearing all responsibility. he did what he could, and you're more than thankful for that.

━ doesn't take long before he's back to his chirpy self. whatever you need, he's at your service! he's such a chatterbox too! he could spend hours just talking with you. of course, you'll probably be all groany about how you'd like to go on a creature adventure with the guys again. he knows that you know that you can't do that, but when you give him those eyes? well, maybe he can take you out the tortuga without anyone noticing and have you walk around base. but that's it! just around base! he also does this thing where he sends you goofy pictures of himself and the creatures he meets as he's out creature adventuring with his brother. yknow? to show you that you're on his mind! <3

Chris Kratt

━ his blood runs cold. a total whiplash. he's stuck staring at you for what seems like a hot minute trying to process what happened, and once it finally registers in his brain, he's off running to your aide, his voice light—almost frail—as he calls out to you.

━ tries so so hard to stay calm for you, but he just can't. he doesn't panic outwardly, no, but he's got a heavy frown on his face, eyebrows burrowed deep into his skin and you can practically feel his hands tremble uncontrollably from the shock as he tries to assess how bad your injury is.

━ you can hear martin inform the rest of the gang about your state on his creature pod while chris is constantly asking you questions. his voice is barely above that of a whisper as if any sudden loud sound would be enough to shatter you entirely. what hurts? how bad does it hurt? does it hurt anywhere else? he wants you to be very specific with him—breathe in and out for him, please—he knows it's not easy but he needs to handle this appropriately. for you.

━ he pulls out the medkit from his pocket and patches you up as much as he possibly can. his lips are pressed into a thin line and there's an uncomfortable look in his eyes that urges you to tell him that you'll be okay—that he shouldn't worry. he's be beyond perplexed, honestly. isn't he supposed to be the one saying all those things to you right now? regardless, you are his main priority right now and immediately thinks to bring you back to the tortuga with the help of his brother.

━ having arrived at the tortuga, he and his brother waste no time in setting you down on the main table. he firmly squeezes your hand and tells you that you'll be alright before he gives aviva and koki their space. he sticks to waiting for you rather than occupying himself with something else. he's still experiencing slight hand tremors, but he's in too deep thinking about how you must be feeling that he kind of disregards his own emotions for a bit. however, as may be expected, martin's there to check in and comfort him along with jz.

━ post medical procedure, he plans on sticking to your side like glue. he smiles when he meets your gaze, but it doesn't quite match his restless eyes. you're very well aware that although you may be well, he, internally, is not. reach your arms out to him and he will break. he'll press his face onto your shoulder, clinging onto you desperately like you're the one who could keep him from falling apart completely. he doesnt say a word; only sobs into the crook of your neck. fear, relief—his beating heart mouthing it against yours. hold him, tight, and let go just enough to look him in the eye. you're okay.

━ he knows that you'll have to stay in the tortuga for a while. its a bummer, really, but he's wholeheartedly okay with it. complain about how you can't go out creature adventuring with his brother and him and he'll playfully roll his eyes, a soft chuckle following right after. this, however, does prompt him to use a very handy contraption. enter: the fly-cam! that way, even though you'll be inside, you'll get to follow the bros on their creature missions in real time! he'll talk to you through it as if you were really there. it's honestly very sweet when he tells you to fly over to get a close look at something with him. lots of 'did you see that?!' and ahhhh its always the little things with him! <3

Aviva Corcovado

━ it's as if time around her has stopped. she stays frozen for a bit, almost unresponsive before she snaps out of it and realizes that she's gotta do something! she tells you through the big screen that you have to hang in there and that you'll be okay. nothing bad is going to happen, not anymore, not if she has anything to say about it. she firmly requests that the bros take you to the tortuga and do everything they can to care for you in the meantime (which i mean, they already were so <3)

━ she's aware that if anything, the three of you have to return to hq, so in preparation, she runs around the tortuga and gets a hold of any supplies you may need. extra bandages, ice packs, you name it! then? she has jimmy send them to you via the teleporter. with koki's help, they both get started on setting up all medical equipment necessary stat.

━ her brain is racking up several million thoughts a minute trying to think of what she can do for you. you'll be fine, she knows this... right? she shakes her head to snap out of it. pessimism will get her nowhere. of course you'll be okay! but what after that? she plans on being steps ahead with brainstorming ideas for inventions that might make your life a little easier post-treatment.

━ once she sees you enter the tortuga with the brothers' help, her heart physically hurts witnessing your pain. very empathetic, but there's no time to get all teary eyed! not now. you need her, so she hastily urges the bros to bring you onto the round-table and with the gentlest of touches, she's already hard at work analyzing and treating your injury alongside koki.

━ once you're all treated and conscious, she can't help but exclaim how relieved she is in her mother tongue. she doesn't outwardly chastise you, not after what you've been through, but she does voice her concerns and makes it clear that she's a little vexed with you. her face contorts into that of a frustrated expression before it falters. she'll cup your cheek and will softly make you look at her, her lips downturned with a slight quiver to them. you have to be more careful next time! promise her. do so, and her face will soften. she'll press feather-like kisses to your forehead, and if you are to shyly chuckle, she'll giggle along with you.

━ a-pa-pap! that's no indication of you being off the hook though! sorry, but any word of creature adventuring from you is a no-go. top priority here is a quick and healthy recovery! you can't really do that if you're constantly using the miniaturizer, activating your creature power suit, or running out and about. she is not taking any chances! try to get yourself out the tortuga and she'll only snicker. your attempts will always be rendered futile <3

━ as mentioned earlier, she does everything in her power to properly accommodate your needs. tell her what you may require and she's on it in the blink of an eye! she'll admit, she does feel bad seeing you sulk, but not to worry! she does her best to find things for you to do! she'll happily accept you helping her out with her inventions, she's totally down to just sit atop the tortuga with you and nature-watch, so for you? anything. want her in on your interests? she's more than happy to indulge you! if you're up for it, she'll gladly watch telenovelas with you.

Koki

━ she knows something is wrong the moment she sees the look of worry plastered all over chris' face. she's always had a sixth sense for things that aren't quite right and she's been feeling it even before chris called in. harrowingly, having her gut feeling been proved right, her heart begins to speed up almost instantly when he tells the gang that something terrible has happened to you.

━ not a moment is wasted as she asks him ton loads of questions. what injuries do you have? what were you all doing in the first place? where are you right now? how are you? oh you four are sooo gonna have a talk about all this! there's no getting out of this one, she swears it. she's a bit scary with her interrogations, but everyone knows that she's just beyond frightened.

━ once she gets all the info she needs, she disconnects from the line and promptly urges aviva to help her set up some kind of med-bay and orders jimmy to fly the tortuga to your location. they're ahead of it though! you don't gotta tell them twice!!

━ she attempts to calm herself down by breathing in and out, but when she finally gets to see your state in person? she's speechless and starts feeling tremendously uneasy. she can hardly ever stomach seeing blood, cuts, bruises and all sorts of stuff like that, but she sets all those thoughts aside the moment you're placed on the table. you're more important! she makes a mental note to have jimmy stop someplace with a pharmacy to stock up on medication for you.

━ as much as she tries to maintain her cool, she's clearly and very visibly frustrated as she tends to your wounds. not angry. she could never be angry at you.

━ once you're properly tended to and awake, she immediately springs out and asks you what you were thinking. she's going off and all you can do is listen. you can try telling her that you're okay now, that it's not a big deal and she cracks. she doesn't mean to sound so harsh, but she was scared. her eyes are glossy, which is more than enough to take you aback. when everything's been said and done, she doesn't wait for you to reply and pulls you in for a hug. return the hug and tell her that you're alive and well—that you're here to stay no matter what. please hold her. kiss her on the shoulder and rub her back in soothing circles! you were out like a light for a few hours but to her it felt like an eternity.

━ she scolds you and the bros, and honestly? the best you can do is let her talk as you all give each other a shared nervous look. from there on out, you are strictly forbidden from going out on creature adventures. not until you're fully recovered. got that? and don't give her that look! no pouts, no protests, no nothing. despite the tough love, she enjoys giving you flowers throughout your road to recovery and knows exactly what you may need without you having to tell her anything. she's more than willing to help you with anything, even if it's a little embarrassing! <3

Jimmy Z

━ the second he hears from the bros that you're badly wounded its an instant. panic! everything the bros say through the main computer falls onto deaf ears. he can't hear anything, its all suddenly in the fritz for him and his senses are null. he doesn't even wait to understand the state of your condition as he immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion and rushes into the tortuga's cockpit. his first instinct? get to you, and fast.

━ the impulse is so strong that he has zero idea of where he's even supposed to be flying to! that is, until koki reveals your exact coordinates through his communicator. from there it's full blast to wherever you may be!

━ the whole way he's gonna be talking to himself, hoping that you are or will be okay. once he's stationed, fear starts to settle in further. it's immense! so much so that aviva and koki have to rush to his side and make him sit down before he can pass out. they assure him that no matter what happens, they'll do everything they can to help you and will succeed in doing so. he's shaking like a leaf, but he knows they mean it—his faith in aviva and koki's capabilities is strong and he weakly but surely thanks them.

━ once the boys walk in with you, jimmy is instantly hustling towards you, all up in your space and bombarding you three with questions! what happened? are you gonna be okay? tears well up in his eyes as he's experiencing a turmoil of emotions. the bros try to calm him down, and it works... sort of... okay not really.

━ he's such a worried mess, but he intends to be by your side whether you're conscious or not (except for when the girls need their space to properly tend to your injury, but you're in his mind! trust!!) through it all, martin and chris get him to sit down with them outside the tortuga. the bros let him be vulnerable as he vents and voices his worries and in response, they offer him any support he may need; hugs, positivity, and a good pair of ears. they make sure he's heard because honestly, that's something he really needs. if he needs a good cry, then so be it <3

━ once you've been treated, he's instantly hugging you like theres no tomorrow and cue the waterworks. he's so glad you're okay, but you gave him quite the scare! never do that again, please? he doesn't know what he'd do if something like this were to happen again in the future! hug him just as tightly and assure him that youll be more careful next time. he sweetly comments that he'll bake you little get well cookies, just the way you like 'em :')

━ and that settles it! no more creature adventuring for you—not until you get better! he'll make sure that you get your rest. you may not be able to go out for the time being, but quality time spent with jimmy inside the tortuga is time well spent! he's got his eye on you, and you being in the tortuga with him eases his mind a bit. he'll do anything to keep your mind off that impending boredom of yours. video games galore, cook-offs, you name it!

#wild kratts x reader #martin kratt x reader #chris kratt x reader #aviva corcovado x reader #koki x reader #jimmy z x reader

[salmonthaart]

hihi uhhm. sorry if this comes off as creepy but i scoured both your blogs for info on pop and lock but unless i suck at looking for stuff i didtnt find much. you should totes tell me more about them

that's not creepy at all don't worry!!! i've never really posted any oc lore publicly because i'm not sure if people care, and boy do i apologize you having to look through my sideblog because Wow Is There Nothing Important On It, but i'm BEYOND elated to answer any questions about them!!! literally thank you so much for asking, you made my day 😭

i have a looooot of stuff about them written down on places like google docs, a discord server i infodump in, and also In My Head so there's a HUGE amount of previously untapped info about them just around, but i'll stick to their main things for now :)

(i also have a toyhouse, but i never finished setting it up, so i'll also probably post more oc stuff on that when it's done)

pINK Lemonade Official Lore Post™ under the cut!

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POP:

Pop is an Octoling based on the Flapjack octopus. They are genderfluid, and thanks to the benefits of the cephalopod form, change their physical appearance regularly just for the hell of it. They vary between masc-leaning and femme-leaning, but usually look some flavor of GNC. (Their physical build remains the same, think of it like how the player characters in Splatoon change their gender and hairstyle. Pop just does that whenever they feel like it.)

They are fruitily charming, outgoing, unserious to a fault, and smug. Pop is a lot more sociable than Lock, often chatting people up or making friends at unexpected times. They are well aware of their charm, but make an effort to be the more likable of the two. They like to introduce themselves first, leading to many close relationships with a lot of people that otherwise would never have talked to them. However, when they dislike someone, they make it VERY known. They are unable to hide their distaste towards anyone they regard as too annoying. They can get aloof at times, but are generally a very peppy and easy-going person.

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LOCK:

Lock is an Inkling based on the Whiplash squid. He is the composer and instrumentalist of the duo, and is very talented on the keyboard.

He likes to put on an off-puttingly brooding, "cool guy" persona, but when you get to know him, it becomes clear he is often neurotic and overly sensitive. He can be very visibly depressed, though he tries to play off his inability to take care of himself as part of his uncaring attitude. He pushes people away instinctively, but gets very attached to the people who love him despite this. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to healthily express his emotions and can get rather sulky and mean, leading his closest personal relationships to be... rather strained at times.

He also has a toxic and ultimately doomed relationship with Tide of Suit-Nami that both Shlubby and I have agreed is very fun to watch as it slowly burns. Sorry Lock, you're fated to lose the best boyfriend you'll ever have :')

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There's a lot more to both of their backstories, but for the sake of keeping things simple, here's a condensed version.

Lock was a trust fund baby pushed into idol culture that got shunted off to boarding school once he was deemed more trouble than he was worth by his parents. In a petulant attempt to be acknowledged by them, he regularly commits petty crimes and acts of vandalism, but is bailed out from afar every time to avoid his family name getting bad press. It's a real sore spot for him.

Pop had loving parents who encouraged them to explore their love for music, but after they got older and started posting their music to HueTube, they got relentlessly mocked for being cringe and were devastated. They went to boarding school in an attempt to escape their reputation and worked past their trauma by pouring it into their work and reclaiming their identity.

Pop and Lock were placed together as part of an idol internship program during their last year of school. Pop felt bad for Lock, and specifically requested him as means of lending a hand. Lock had previously avoided them for quite some time, but once they were forced to pair up he realized he had found his first genuine friend.

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and, special one-time deal, two extra characters! i literally have never posted (or. ahem. finished) any art of these two, but they fill out the gang behind the scenes and they occupy my brainspace just as much as pop and lock do :)

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MONA:

Mona is a halfmoon betta fish and handler-turned-posse-member of the group. She's an underpaid and overworked employee of the idol agency Pop and Lock are employed at, and was assigned to pINK Lemonade to keep them in check after they were involved in one too many incidents (read: PR nightmares)

She has a bit of a temper, as most bettas do, but over time has formed a real relationship with Pop and Lock and does not blow up at them as much as she does others. Their friendship has also helped her loosen up and not let her job consume her soul.

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CILAN:

Cilan is a calm, easygoing, tall inkling and the oldest of the four. He has long purple hair and seemingly permanently closed eyes. He's the group's resident eye-candy and secretary/flunky. There isn't a whole lot to his personality that I can say right now. He's just hot... sue me...

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Thank you so much for asking about my ocs!!

#ocs #splatoon ocs #oc lore #pop #lock #pink lemonade #tide #crash #splatoon #mona #cilan

[superblysubpar]

Hello!! 🥰 For your 12 days of Christmas, could I suggest one with Steve where he and reader bake some christmas cookies and make some hot cocoa to eat/drink while they watch some Christmas movies? I’m indecisive so it could be fluff, angst, or smut! I was thinking maybe Rudolph or Frosty the Snowman could work for the song since they’re Christmas movies but it’s up to you! Thank you!! ❤️🎄

The playlist is linked at the end of the story. Let me know what you think, any interaction is so appreciated and loved!  Thank you so much for participating in this and following along, I had so much fun! Here's the masterlist

Summary: Your best friend Steve Harrington and you have a day full of Christmas activities. Your teasing relationship leads to some fluffy smutty fun. | Post contains smut 18+ minors DNI, handjob/fingering foreplay, finger sucking, use of pet names honey and baby, teasing Steve, unprotected PIV intercourse/cream pie, coming so fast you'll get whiplash

A/N: I apologize for getting this out so late and I appreciate the patience, I hope it was worth the wait! I'm also sorry not sorry, but this got away from me and strayed a little from the prompt lol. We started with lonely Steve and we're ending with smutty Steve.

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Day 12 | Track 12: "What Christmas Means to Me" by Stevie Wonder

Steve and you had spent the last several holiday breaks together. A tradition you were both grateful for, but saddened by your need for it. Determined to make this the best one yet after being away from each other while away at school, you had booked and planned the whole day.

Ice skating and sledding, baking, gift exchanging, hot cocoa drinking, and a gingerbread decorating contest. As you waited for the gingerbread to cool, you watched every holiday movie you could find.

Snuggled up on the couch, both of you in your comfiest sweats, you smile over the rim of your mug as you watch your best friend watch Frosty the Snowman for the first time.

"But...but you'll melt."

"That's okay."

And then he brushes his fingers down his nose and pinches, blinking his eyes before reaching for his own mug and you hold out your arm stopping him with a gasp.

He looks anywhere but you and your giddy laughter and you rub at his shoulder, "Steve, if you want to cry, you can, it's okay."

He jabs at and tickles your side, shoving a throw pillow in your face, "Oh, shut up!"

When Santa finds Karen crying at the puddle that was once Frosty, Steve sniffles and you turn to him ready to laugh again but he's too sweet looking, too fragile even for you to tease and break.

He's staring down at his hot cocoa, lip pulled in and biting so hard he'll probably draw blood and you start to think about all the kids Steve would melt for too if he had to - without even giving it a second thought.

You poke his cheek as you whisper, "You're so sweet Steve."

He clears his throat, patting his thighs, "I'm not sweet. I'm a man. A tough man. Who needs more marshmallows for his hot cocoa."

Walking out of the room, your laughter is not far behind as you follow him into the kitchen, pressing your fingers to the edges of all of the gingerbread cutouts you made earlier, "Oo these are done! Ready to be demolished in the most intense gingerbread house competition of your life Harrington?"

He smirks, flicking your forehead and grabbing your hand, "Pretty cocky for a girl who messed up the batter..." he spins you away from him as he digs, "Twice."

You wave your hand at him, "Decorating is different!"

Or so you thought.

An hour later, it looks like a tube of toothpaste burst over your gingerbread house and you watch Steve press a gum drop to his perfect one while humming to the music playing softly from the radio.

Steve's hair flops every which way, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his tongue pokes out as he pipes more frosting roof tiles. His eyebrows furrowed together as he places licorice pieces on the edge.

He glances up to catch you staring and reaches for his mug of hot cocoa, "What?"

You tap your knuckles on the counter and shrug, "I think watching you decorate a gingerbread house is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen. You're so intense about it."

He snorts into his hot cocoa, whipped cream on his nose, and spraying everywhere, a few flecks landing on your house.

"Steve!"

He laughs, mocking your tone and making his voice falsetto, “Steve!” gesturing to your monstrosity and returning to his normal voice, "Oh, I'm sorry I ruined your...what the hell is that even supposed to be?"

You turn to him, hands on your hips, ready to give him an earful when his smile and whipped cream covered nose distracts you.

You tap your own nose and he dips his finger into your mug, plopping a dollop on it.

You laugh and try to scold him again, "Steve!"

"I'm sorry, was that not what you wanted me to do? Did you want it," a spoon full of whipped cream landing on the top of your head with a wet smack, "Here?"

He's grinning as you shake your head slowly, hand diving into the frosting next to you, you slide it over his check and down his neck with a smug smirk on your face.

An all out war now, both of you grabbing any messy material you can find, flinging and swiping it on each other until he gets you with both hands, pressing whipped cream into your cheeks with a loud belly laugh.

You snort through the whipped cream covering your face, wiping it from your eyes, breathless through your laughter as you double over, arms raised in surrender, "Okay I give! I give!"

He sticks his hand out and you shake it as he bows a little, "Better luck next time honey."

Steve's called you honey before, you're aware of his flirtatious natural state. But something about the air in the room, buzzing from your laughter and close bodies, hand still in yours has both of your laughter fading quickly into a silence that seems to pulse around you at the pet name this time.

You're not sure who does it first, but you're both leaning, closer and closer, Steve's eyes on yours, bouncing down to your lips and closing as his nose brushes yours.

You let your own eyes flutter shut, heart hammering in your chest, hand sliding towards his on the messy counter, as your lips press together.

Both of you a little unsure if the other was going to pull away, you almost rest there, waiting. When it appears neither of you wants it to end, his hand slides over your jaw and you grip at his waist, your lips exploring each other messily and greedy.

Frosting and whipped cream everywhere as you boldly glide your tongue along his bottom lip and he moans into your parted mouth as his hand cradles your jaw, pulling it more open for him.

You know you're the first one to initiate becoming shirtless, fingers tugging Steve's shirt over his head. He's not shy to follow your lead, pulling yours off and pressing a frosting covered hand to your chest. He slips your bra straps off your shoulders slowly, fingers grazing down your skin and back up. He lets them trail down your spine, sending a shiver through you as he unclasps the garment, flinging it somewhere neither of you care about.

He pulls away from your mouth, whispering as his fingers glide over your collarbone and down, eyes roaming over your body like he'd never seen something so breath taking, "Fuck, you're gorgeous baby."

Standing in front of your best friend, half naked and covered in frosting was something you'd have laughed at moments ago - yeah right that would happen. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't imagine this moment and Steve saying those words to you before.

Shying under his gaze you start to cover yourself and he grabs your waist, pushing your arms away and ducking his head to meet yours. His hazel eyes golden and stark against the white frosting covering part of his face still. 

His fingers pull your jaw up, thumb on your chin, "We can stop if you-"

You clutch him to you tighter, practically shouting, "No!"

And then bury your face in his chest, hiding your embarrassment as you feel him laughing under your forehead. 

You squeeze around his waist, "I mean, no, I'd like to keep going...if you wanna keep going?"

Your fingers gliding over his lower back he grabs at your hips, lifting you to the counter and kissing down and back up your neck, mumbling into your skin, "Yeah, I wanna keep going."

He licks frosting from your jaw, a grin on his face before bending down and pulling one of your nipples into his mouth, his large palm kneading your other breast as you gasp.

Fingers falling to his hair, you tug slightly and pull a moan from him, sending a vibration through your body.

You pant as he switches sides, a little of your confidence returning, "Fuck, okay, then take off your pants Harrington."

He releases your nipple with a pop, kissing up your chest, your neck, his lips on the shell of your ear as a finger tugs your waistband, pulling you to him sharply, "Not if you're not gonna ask me nicely honey."

Steve's lips move to just under your ear, parting slightly and leaving a damp and warm spot before his mouth sucks the skin until your whole body is on fire. Putty in his hands as you cling to him, gasping at the small sting of his teeth as you whine, "Please, Steve."

His smile against your neck and his fingers tightening on your waist have you delirious, he has a power over you and you don't care to get it back, the teasing relationship one sided suddenly. You just want Steve and you'll do whatever he asks. 

His nose nudges the dip where your neck meets your shoulders, his chest pushing against yours as your legs wrap around his waist like that's where they’ve always belonged.

"Please what pretty gir-fuck!" His hands had gone to press to the counter and went straight through his gingerbread house.

Pulling away from him, you have to stifle the giggle at his look of distraught at seeing the broken house.

To pull him back to what was happening, you pull the frosting covered hand up to your lips, pulling two fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, tongue swirling around them.

You glance up at him through fluttering eyelashes, his cheeks tinged pink and his mouth parted slightly, his golden eyes now taken over by dark pupils as he zeros in on your mouth. Maybe Steve was just as gone for you as you were for him.

You pull his fingers from your mouth, licking his thumb free of a dab of frosting as well before lacing your fingers with his and resting them on your thigh, "Please take off your pants Steve."

He nods, pushing his sweats and boxers down in one motion and you have to hold in your gasp. You knew he had a lot going on in the sex department, the joys of growing up with King Steve as your best friend, but you were not expecting that.

Wrapping your hand around his length and tugging gently like you handle dicks this size all the time, Steve almost crumples to the ground, eyes closing as his forehead falls against yours. He pulls his lip in, biting down softly as your hand speeds up, thumb swiping over his already leaking tip and pulling it down the entire length and back up.

Steve's breath hitches, a small whine escaping the back of his throat and he starts to tug at your sweats, gingerbread pieces crunching around you and you start to laugh, releasing him and pressing your hands to his chest, "Wait, wait - you have no idea how much I wanna do this, but I'd prefer not to get frosting and gingerbread shoved in places I really don't want it."

Steve grins and before you can even realize what's happening, he grabs under your thighs and pulls you around his waist, heading towards the stairs.

You grin at the mirror in the foyer, shoving your face in his neck as he nudges your temple, pausing, "What is so funny now?"

You giggle into his neck before pulling back, "You have a cute butt."

He turns to see the reflection and groans through a smile trying to escape and he pulls you closer, "I don't have a cute butt. I have a manly butt. A-"

You interrupt him with your lips, both of you smiling around the kiss as he continues up the stairs and fumbles into his room.

Steve sits on the bed and as you climb off, pushing your sweats and panties down, his eyes take in your body and a small smile escapes him this time, "You have a cute butt too."

You laugh and crawl onto the bed, straddling his thighs as he leans up against the headboard.

His face has fallen more serious, a little lovestruck. He's got those eyes that you've seen him look at other girls with and you never dreamed they'd be looking at you the same way - like you were the best thing to ever happen to him, a work of art, a prized possession, his. 

His fingers reach forward, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, he lets his fingertips trail down your neck, your chest and sides, down the outside of your thighs. As he's pulling them back up the inside of one thigh, his other hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer until your lips are molding around his as his fingers brush through your soaking folds.

He sighs into your parted lips, dragging his fingers up through your slick. As his fingers grind small figure eights into your swollen clit you pull away from his mouth, eyelids squeezing shut as a gasp falls out of you.

He continues to rub the sensitive bead slowly, his nose nudging against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as you let soft whines escape you.

You can feel his smile grazing over your lips as his fingers push back through your slick, a finger teasing your entrance as you wrap your arms around him, forearms resting on his shoulders and foreheads pressing together.

Steve pushes a finger into your entrance and whispers against your lips, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You nod, noses bumping together, breath hitching as he dips a second finger into you, "Me too, Steve."

He laughs a little as he swirls his fingers and curves them towards himself and you rotate your hips against his hand, a quiet moan falling from you as he kisses your lips once before teasing, "Really? Cause you're not wet at all."

You flick his shoulder but you're too caught up in the way his fingers are pumping into you slowly to think of a witty retort. Your body craving more from him and your fingertips dig into his shoulders, "Steve, I need you inside of me-"

He kisses your jaw, smiling as he pumps his fingers faster, pressing his thumb into your swollen bead causing you to jolt forward and clutch him tighter as he whispers into your ear, "I am inside you baby."

You groan, circling your hips down, body buzzing from the heat of his breath on your neck and you try to force your eyelids open, to pull away from him, "Stop teasing me or I'll-"

Steve pulls his fingers from you abruptly, "You'll what?" He nudges his nose against yours and your gaze falls to where he's wiping all of your slick onto his length, pumping himself in his palm a few times as his other hand grabs your hip and pulls you closer.

Mesmerized by how he swipes his tip through your folds and teases your entrance, you pull your lip in between your teeth as you watch your two bodies meet but not quite. You almost forgot he asked a question, focused on the friction of his length sliding through your puffy and dripping lips as his hand guides your hips back and forth against him.

His hand pulls your chin up, blown out eyes almost black, his hair messed up, shining lips that twitch as he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for an answer.

Your body is buzzing and warm and all you can think about is how he's right there, and he won't let you have it, your fingers scrape down his chest and you whisper, "What?"

He chuckles, grinning wider and he kisses your nose, "You're so cute baby, so cock drunk already, you can't remember a thing, huh?"

He's not wrong, you honest to god are starting to forget your name, every time his tip nudges your entrance on a glide through you, you feel a brain cell disappearing and so you just nod.

He presses a few kisses to your neck, before he's at your ear again, arms wrapping around your back as he whispers, "Ready?"

You're frustrated now, desprate and you whine and smack his shoulder like a toddler throwing a tantrum, "Fuck, Steve, if you don't-"

He pushes into you and you gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he moans into your ear, goosebumps erupting over both of your bodies. Your fingers move to the back of his head, carding through his hair as he pushes up into you further.

You're nodding, encouraging him to go deeper, tugging on his hair and you can't believe how good it feels to be full of Steve.

His breath hitches in your ear as you roll your hips down experimentally and you smirk, now it was your turn.

Placing your palms on his headboard, you start to bounce your body, circling your hips and pumping on him faster than he anticipated.

His fingertips dig into your back, his hips trying to meet you and when the headboard bangs into the wall he practically melts underneath you. You make it hit the wall again and he whimpers into your ear and it goes straight to your center, stomach tightening in a familiar coil, you're going to finish quicker than you want to.

You move faster, making the headboard hit the wall repeatedly and his bruising grip on your back moves to your hips and only gets tighter as he tries to meet you with his own thrusts.

You're both moaning and sighing, lips crashing into each other now, sloppy and wet and when he slides his fingers in between your bodies, your walls start to tighten around him.

"Fuck, Steve, don't stop-"

Your body giving into the orgasm, you feel yourself slowing down and he picks up the slack, thrusting up into you harder and faster, hitting that spongy spot deep inside as you scream his name against his lips. He fills you with his own orgasm, both of you panting into each other as your bodies slow down.

Glistening chests pressing together, hearts hammering so fast against each other's skin like they're trying to claw out of your body and into the other's. You dip your head into his neck, licking the salty and sweet skin that's a mixture of his sweat and lingering frosting before placing a kiss under his ear and he shivers underneath you.

He's panting, breathless and he groans, "Jesus, is my nose bleeding? That was...that was..."

You laugh at his inability to form a sentence kissing his jaw and pulling away before kissing his nose - that isn't bleeding, "You're so dramatic."

His hands move to cradle your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as you both let your eyes dance over the other's face, taking in one another in a new way. 

His eyes are back to that sort of golden color that seems to be made just for melting you and kisses your forehead, "Sorry I was teasing you."

You laugh and shake your head, "If we didn't tease each other, I don't think this would work. Someone's gotta put you in your place," you play with the hair at the nape of his neck, "And if I can dish it out, I gotta be able to take it, right?"

He raises his hand for a high five, dopey grin plastered to his face, "Oh, you took it alright."

You roll your eyes but slap his hand and he catches it, pulling it to his mouth and kissing your palm and your wrist before whispering, "Merry Christmas honey."

You bump your nose to his, "Merry Christmas Steve."

Twelve Days of Christmas Playlist:

tagging my lovely ladies (thank you @boomhauer for all the ideas getting me unstuck for this one!): @boomhauer @loveshotzz @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #stranger things fanfiction #twelve days of christmas

[alarrytale]

I work at my city's council and in my department lgbtq+ people outnumber straight people. Most of my co-workers are gay men and they all think Harry is straight. It's annoying having to listen to their bad takes. I've given my opinion but they get really defensive so I just stay out of it now. They're aware of 1D and think Louis is closeted, with internalized homophobia, but that Harry is a straight frat boy who sleeps with tons of models. They have mixed opinions ranging from hating him and thinking he is intentionally queerbaiting, or thinking he's a progressive straight man who means well. When I suggested he is closeted they see it as such an alien idea, that he can't be closeted because he doesn't act like it and that you can't get more straight than him. I've given up lol but it annoys me that these stereotypes still exist so much within the community, that all gay men are the same. But it's hard to argue with them when Harry has a really straight image when he isn't performing but a really gay image when performing. It gives people whiplash.

Hi, anon!

I'm sorry you have to deal with that lol! I think it sounds like they have the same opinions on the situation like the rest of the gp does. This is probably the most common take of them all. Harry is straight because the media tells me so and he's straight passing and not behaving like a closet case. So he must be straight. They do notice that he's acting gay on stage and that must be him queerbaiting.

Louis fits the gay stereotypes and does behave like a closet case by doing denials and lashing out at his own fans. He must be insecure, scared and have not come to terms with being gay. In stead of sympathising with him because of that, they see that he's overcompensating with a put on straight persona and they're probably not a fan of that. So they're not much of a fan of Louis. Much like the gp.

As i've said before, queer people aren't exempt from heteronormativity, gaslighting nor gay stereotypes. Queer people also aren't neccessarily more socially aware, aware of how the music and entertainment industry works, and aware of how much money is invested in Harry and how much is at stake. If they're out themselves, some are probably not grasping why they wouldn't just come out, if they don't have internalised homophobia that is. Since they don't, they must be straight.

Have you tried showing them some larry videos or some of the videos that shows that Harry isn't straight? The not that important video or the interview about his friends and family knowing his sexuality? That's not something a straight person would say at all. It's also not queerbaiting, the not that important video happened while he was in 1D and before he started exaggerating his queerness on stage (read as queerbaiting).

Also try turning the question on them, how would they behave and act if they were the ones who were straight passing, but closeted and gay, and in a relationship with their closeted bandmate and had to keep a straight image to the public, but wanting to show fellow queers and their supportive part of the fandom that they are queer and want out of the closet? Ask them to be creative. When stumped, suggest to them that they could speak through sign language, t-shirts and shared clothes, colours (bluegreening), lyrics, or even rainbow bondage bears showing different situations that's being used to closet them. Show them, not tell them. Make them see it for themselves and come to a new understanding on their own. You'll have them turned into larries in no time at all.

#fandom #harry image #louis image #queerbaiting #closeting

[allylikethecat]

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Every time I answer this question I get suckered into writing the fic 😂 BUT I've been very vocal about probably not writing this one so here we go: a sequel to (Sometimes) dealing with Fictional!Matty trying to heal and make sense of and understand everything that happened to him. I probably won't be writing this one because I worry it will "cheapen" sometimes and I also worry I won't be able to do the concept the justice it deserves because it's a painful one.

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This one is a lot rougher and is probably going to end up going through A LOT of edits before it's final piece is shared with the masses but: “I cannot believe you did that,” said Matty, the exhaustion, the jetlag, the emotional whiplash hitting him all at once now that he was seated in the backseat of her blacked out SUV. Taylor laughed, she was still wearing her Midnights costume, the dark purple and blue beads glittering in the glow of the street lights as she moved, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Despite the adrenaline high of playing for a sold out six nine thousand person strong crowd, she had to be sore. Matty was sore and all he had done was sit on a plane for seventeen hours, in first class. Taylor was wearing heels. He sleepily wondered if she had only kept them on when they left so that she could be taller than him.  “I’m sorry,” she said, her tone making it clear that she really wasn’t, “The opportunity was just too perfect.”   “You’re so mean to me,” said Matty, leaning over to rest his head on her shoulder, the beads of her body suit digging into his cheek, her skin tacky with drying sweat. He would never say anything but she also smelled a bit. He didn’t mind though, she was larger than life, and flaws like body odor reminded him that she was human and helped reconcile the idea of Taylor Swift who he had just watched on stage, with his dorky friend Taylor.    “There, there,” said Taylor, patting his shoulder in mock comfort, “I think you’ll survive.”  “Not thanks to you,” said Matty, letting his eyes fall shut as her driver navigated the streets of Nashville, the lights of their police escort glowing behind his eyelids. He never thought he would be important enough to warrant a police escort, even though he knew he was just a tag along in this situation. “Well,” said Taylor, “I have a very nice guest room currently made up for you, and I have it on good authority that your pillow has already been warmed by a certain cat that is going to be very excited to see you.”

Thank you so much for sending this my way and for your continued support! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and that you have an absolutely wonderful week!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects #Tennessee Stella McCartney #The Nashville fic #to those who might not remember or are new here #the nashville fic is where fictional!Matty #at the ripe age of 34 #has a sexuality crisis (relatable) and realizes he's in love with fictional!george #so he flees to Nashville to process his feelings while hiding at his close personal friend who has also gone through something similar #fictional!taylor's house #except #the media catches wind of him being here and because apparently men and women cant just be friends #they assume they are dating #they are very much not #and it all very much blows up in their faces #but more importantly will fictional!Matty get his man? #also he goes to fictional!taylor #because of all his friends #she's kinda like the only one that is only “his” friend #everyone else is friends with him *and* fictional!george #(sometimes) #the (sometimes) sequel that will never be #questions #answers

[ciaossu-imagines]

hellooo its the same person who requested before but could i ask for smut prompt letter K + tsubaki please

sorry to send for the same character again akjnxaknxh would it be okay to send more asks for him in the future or would it be annoying

thank you!!

Well, hello there again, anon dear! I'm so glad to see you back in my inbox :) Thank you so much for the request! And let me just say that it's always okay to send in as many asks as you'd like about one character! If I run out of ideas or get bored of writing for that characters, there's always other asks to work on usually for me to get a break and come back to the character with more enthusiasm and even then, it gets rare for me to get burnt out on characters. Anyways, I do hope you'll enjoy the headcanons, though I dipped a lot more into some of the more verboten kinks with Tsubaki because it felt fitting, and as always, smut under the cut!

To say Tsubaki is a sexually adventurous or a sexually open-minded person is actually rather an understatement. The fact of the matter is that, both in his everyday life and in his sexual life, Tsubaki grows bored easily. Sameness is the kiss of death for him and he really needs a variety of things sexually to keep him not only interested in having a sexual relationship but he'll need that variety to even be able to get off after the initial newness of the sexual relationship wears off. That old saying of variety being the spice of life…it definitely applies in Tsubaki's case.

He doesn't have specific set kinks though, not really. For the most part, Tsubaki will latch onto something sexually for a short period of time, almost obsessively so, for a couple days, a week maximum and then he'll discard that kink or fetish at a whiplash speed and not be into it at all for many months, sometimes even years.

I will say that I see Tsubaki having sex with his lover and really being into it, feeling good, talking dirty, laughing (because yes, Tsubaki most definitely laughs during sex) and having a grand old time. And then he just stops moving, stops really reacting. He hasn't reached his orgasm yet, his partner probably hasn't or they have but not as often as they normally do with Tsubaki, who tends to last a rather impressive amount of time. But he's suddenly just not into it and he'll pull out with a muttered 'boring' and just get dressed and move on with his day as if he hadn't just been having great sex the minute before.

So I guess you could say, just by nature of being who he is, that Tsubaki does have a kink for ruined orgasms, delayed orgasms, or edging. Because he, at least most of the times, will eventually come back around or tug his partner aside at some point and finish what they had started, but that stop-start is just par for the course with him and his partner better get used to it fast and not let it upset their ego too much or else things will never work out between them and Tsubaki.

Tsubaki really will want to try out a large variety of kinks. All of them, actually. Yeah, he'll want to try the more mainstream and societally acceptable kinks, but I also see him being completely into the more mainstream but considered kind of gross kinks, like feet. There will definitely be a period where Tsubaki gets really into his partner's feet, licking them, sucking on their toes, all the way up to having his partner step on him, usually wearing some pair of really beautiful (and probably a little painful to wear) high heels.

But he doesn't stop there. The more taboo a thing, the more it's likely to interest and amuse Tsubaki and he's definitely going to want to try the more societally inappropriate or verboten kinks.

He's really good at realizing pretty quickly if a kink doesn't work for him and he will have his no pile. Tsubaki has no sexual interest in children whatsoever, so pedophiliac kinks aren't his cup of tea. While he'll love a wide variety of roleplays, age play is not on the table for him. Hell, even high school teacher and student is something that really hits close to a strong no for him, though college professor and student desperate to pass the class, with him occupying both roles at some point during that little spell, will be completely okay.

He also discovers that coprophilia holds no appeal for him, though he will have honestly and open-mindedly tried it.

I do think the opposite, but just as socially disgusted, fetish does appeal to him for little spells here and there. That is to say, while I personally wouldn't write it, I do see Tsubaki being completely okay with piss play. Normally, it's him strapping or holding his partner down when he knows they have to pee and then tickling or sexually teasing them until they wet themselves, but he's also into giving his partner 'golden showers' during shower sex, at least for a couple days.

I do see Tsubaki really liking it when his partner marks him with love bites. He shows them off pretty nonchalantly, almost proudly. He doesn't mind bruises or even cuts from sex, since he'll willingly try knife and blood play. Reddened skin from his partner marking him with hot wax, drawing beautiful patterns over his skin? Completely okay with Tsubaki and he'll get into all of the above at some point. What he won't do is return those things unto his partner.

While Tsubaki might be a lot of things, he cannot bring himself to harm someone who is precious to him. He cannot mark his partner and leave bruises on their skin, he definitely couldn't bring himself to cut them at all, and he doesn't even like thinking about leaving hot wax trails on them. Them doing it to him is hot, the idea of him doing it to them makes Tsubaki angry and a little sad.

Along those same lines, humiliation kinks are a pretty solid no go, both giving and receiving, for Tsubaki. Again, he cannot bring himself to do that to someone that important to him and he finds no pleasure in being the subject of them.

That being said, the less humiliation-centric parts of BDSM Tsubaki is perfectly okay with. He's okay with light spankings, with edging or overstimulation, both on himself and a partner. He's okay even with light whipping, as long as it wouldn't cause actual harm to a partner. A true switch, Tsubaki is just as happy as a submissive as he is playing dominant and the role he chooses to play can change not only day to day but sexual encounter to sexual encounter.

I could see Tsubaki wanting to consensually play with some of the more extremes in the BDSM scene though, if they won't cause actual harm to his partner. Things like rape play and consensual non-consent, things like free use, things like keeping his partner tied and blind-folded for a length of time while he just watches them before he returns and uses them as 'breeding stock'...all the more out-there parts of that whole scene can really appeal to Tsubaki.

Needless to say, he's also open-minded about trying different sexual partners. However, while they were fun the one time he and his partner tried first a threesome, then an orgy, and then the swinging scene, he learns that he does have an unpleasant jealous streak that really acts up for days after those encounters and they become an experience, but not one to be repeated.

#replies #servamp #servamp headcanons #headcanons #spicy headcanons #tsubaki #who is coming #full out warning #mentions of extreme kinks #tw: kink

[planeoftheeclectic]

Oh, do tell more about "Columbo: Turnabout's Fair Play".

oh geez ok I don't know how much I can say because I have been trying so hard not to spoil the mystery but let's go.

There are a few people who know how it will end/what the twist is, most of whom don't care much about Ace Attorney and were unlikely to ever read it in the first place and one of whom cares negatively about spoilers. This is because I was very anxious that the twist leading to the break in the case was too contrived and I wanted an outside opinion.

This was because I began writing TFP before I finished playing Bridge to the Turnabout. All subsequent worries about "realism" and "physics" and "the laws of science" have since been summarily dismissed.

I am currently working on some things that are very close to what will go in the epilogue and I really can't say more than that or I'm worried you'll figure it out immediately. Suffice to say: I like mirroring.

In the past 24 hours I have discovered two musical themes from AA4 that I will absolutely be using as writing ambiance because they are exactly what I've been looking for. One is Phoenix's theme, one is ostensibly the Gramarye's theme but honestly might as well work for Phoenix, both are embedded below for your convenience.

Honestly, the name of that second one is perfect for Phoenix. Man I can't wait until we get there.

Hmmm...I think the only reason I can get away with writing this fic is because I am very good at mimicking other people's vocal patterns - to the point where I have come home from Shakespeare plays speaking in iambic pentameter. (In fairness, that's less hard than it sounds - English is made for that kind of thing.) But Peter Falk is so integral to the concept of Columbo that if you can't nail his patter, your work is just going to be missing something, imo.

Hmm, what else...I think you in particular will be delighted by the ending, which is why I had to stop talking about it with you the moment I realized what it was going to be lol. Which is infuriating because I love our talks and value your contributions so much but I can't and it's driving me insane ahhhhhhhh!! That said! I relish the look on your face when you finally get there, and that expression (multiplied by the other people who read it, which is way more than I expected when I first posted it tbh) is what keeps me going. It's going to be so good. I can't wait. Why isn't it done yet. What do you mean I have to write it first.

I'm still desperately tempted to write the alternative setup I initially proposed, aka "Maya Fey hires her friend the retired detective to get those idiots together it's been like 20 years guys, geez." I probably will write it as totally separate from TFP but man can you imagine.

If I ever write the jokingly hypothetical Klapollo sequel it will be after we've finished at least aa4 and possibly the whole sequel trilogy. Which is probably for the best, given I have palutena trap to work on. That said, I've grown exceptionally fond of Klavier. Possibly because I keep murdering his brother and making horrible things happen to him. ...Sorry about that, buddy.

I somewhat doubt that Phoenix has an official breakdown sprite (excluding the head-on-desk and nervous sweating varieties) but I need to start picturing it, because that scene is coming up sooner than I can imagine. And also farther away. But at least there's only one more Edgeworth chapter forecast. That should help contain their combined loquacious verbosity to a manageable length.

I may have said this before, but I am trying very hard to write everything from the narrative point of view of the TV camera. That's defining chapter breaks, POV's. information delivered, and general tone. It's very fun, and an excellent writing exercise. I get whiplash whenever I go back to palutena trap, which has a much more standard 3rd person limited view (the character's). I would definitely recommend this sort of thing if you want to experiment with your writing style!

Hmm, now for a fun fact to end it on...well, this isn't TFP specific, but I'd like to imagine that Gumshoe is on vacation at a beach somewhere and brought one of his metal detectors and finds a buried treasure chest that is for once not connected to a murder and so he strikes it rich and can finally retire to live a life of luxury eating slightly fancier instant ramen and that's why we never see him after the 7-year gap.

#though knowing that he actually did appear in the first gramarye trial...hoo boy now i'm having thoughts #did he resign? he can't have he's mentioned by those two later #might have just gotten promoted #police chief gumshoe supremacy all in favor say ok pal! #tfp #stonemaskedtaliesin #my writing #video #music #ace attorney

[moonchildreads]

Comfort Movie Tag 🎥

Rules: post 10 of your favorite comfort movies and then tag 10 people!

I got tagged by the wonderfully funny and lovely @munsonology and as a film school alumni, I went bonkers on this one lmao I am so sorry I'm gonna add a breakline now before the list starts

School of Rock (2023) Dir. by Richard Linklater my fave movie of all time. no questions asked. saw it as a kid and it rewired my brain completely. my dad and i quote bits of the latin dub constantly ("porque soy sexy! y pachoncito!"). jack black my beloved 💙

Company (2008) Dir. by Lonny Price i am a sondheim stan through and through and company is my fave musical of all time. this specific revival is my fave musical of all time. do not question why i'm obsessed with it, i just am. raúl esparza gave the performance of a lifetime as bobby and i will never not be upset that he lost the tony!!!! 😡

Mulan (1998) Dir. by Tony Bancroft & Barry Cook mulan is the best disney princess, you cannot change my mind. best soundtrack, best characters, shang having a bisexual awakening, what more could you want? this one is also heavy on the quotes back at my burrow (get it? because i'm bunny? i'll see myself out) the original is great and the latin dub is fantastic too, every time i do something stupid my dad breaks out the "deshonor! deshonor sobre toda tu familia! deshonrada tú! deshonrada tu vaca!"

Whiplash (2014) Dir. by Damien Chazelle look. i recognise this soundtrack playing on the telly when i'm in a different room with headphones on. it's THAT embedded into my mind. this movie came at a time where i was really doubting if film school was the right choice for me and single-handedly reignited my passion for filmmaking. i owe everything to it.

Four Brothers (2005) Dir. by John Singleton no shame in admitting jack mercer was my eddie munson before eddie munson existed. is this movie problematic? yes. does it hold a special place in my heart because it was always playing on the telly when i came home from school? also yes.

Pride & Prejudice (2005) Dir. by Joe Wright if you see someone telling joseph quinn that he has bewitched them body and soul, and they love, they love, they love him, and wish from that day forth to never be parted from him, it's probably me. 🤷‍♀️

Accepted (2006) Dir. by Steve Pink tied with four brothers as the stupidest movie on this list, this one is also very nostalgia based. truthfully, when i got to film school i realised i was kinda attending south harmon institute of technology and that sealed the deal for me lol

The House Bunny (2008) Dir. by Fred Wolf so dumb! so charming! huge cast of wonderful women who learn to accept each other as they are! love love LOVE this one, i used to have it in my laptop while i was away at college (this one, 21 jump street, and maze runner, odd collection, i know) and i watched it a lot when i was sad and lonely and missed my home 💕

Back to the Future (1985) Dir. by Robert Zemeckis there is only one rule in my family regarding movies: if you catch this one, you leave it on. you drop everything you're doing and you sit and watch. my eldest cousin has already shown this one to his son multiple times, and he's barely 4 💀

Monsters Inc. (2001) Dir. by Pete Docter we scare because we care!!!! my dad says boo reminds him of me because i was always in pigtails as a kid (still am, you'll have to pry them from my cold dead hands) and my mum keeps calling sully "osito" instead of "gatito" so this is a running gag in my house, we love monsters inc!!!!

Honorable Mentions: Legally Blonde (1&2, and the musical), Kinky Boots: The Musical, Now You See Me 2, tick, tick... BOOM!, Homecoming: A Film by Beyoncé, The Devil Wears Prada, The Mummy (all) and the LOTR trilogy.

tagging: @so-inlove-with-the-wrongworld, @gutterratt, @justahappycloud and @duquesademiel (you do not have to explain why you like each movie, i'm just insane, you know this by now)

#tag games #about me #someone take away my keyboard

[mima-sama]

First Okina offered to Marisa a position as her Backup Dancer, Next she turns into a temporary vessel for Mizuchi, Now turning back red eyes... What comes up next?

"Maybe she'll finally become a proper magician? Who knows? I certainly--" Mima starts, but then stops suddenly. And then the ambient air temperature plummets. At the same time, an oppressive, malevolent force fills the room, before seeming to pull back and coalesce into one point.

"Mizuchi is already on my shit list, but what's this about Okina Matara?" Though she appears to be smiling, a dark, twisted aura emanates from the Hakurei shrine's curse god. It writhes and turns in on itself in an undulating motion, with occasional little tendrils sneaking their way out, seemingly reaching for something to grasp hold of. It feels like if you get too close, you'll get dragged into the depths of Hell-- and this barely contained fury that Mima is emitting isn't even targeted at you.

She takes a few deep breaths-- not to get more air, which she doesn't need, but more to calm herself-- and the atmosphere in the room returns to normal so quickly that you almost get whiplash.

"Haaah, sorry about that. Almost let my anger get the better of me. You alright? Good. Y'know, a few years ago, I wouldn't have held that back at all, and you'd've gotten caught up in that even though you weren't the target... I've really mellowed out, eh?" she explains, chuckling a little mirthlessly at the end.

"At any rate, I'm a little irritated right now, so it's probably best if you leave. There are some senbei on the table, feel free to take one on your way out," Mima says, motioning you towards the door, before muttering under her breath, "Next time I see that backdoor bitch, I'm gonna make her have a bad time."

#ask mima #ic: mima #long post