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#the other one doesn’t do this and this one does it every single time
luveline · 15 hours
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You mentioned in one post that bombshell!reader was furious with the team for not helping Reid with his addiction (as she should be)…. Would you maybe write about her helping him thru withdrawal or thru the cravings that follow? Maybe subtly at first, then just making sure he knew he wasn’t alone? Just some tender moments where Spencer starts to realize she actually cares about him, even if he doesn’t believe her flirting yet.
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I love every single thing you write, even for fandoms I’m not even in. You’re amazing!!
thank you for requesting my sweetheart!!! I really hope this is what you wanted, love you <3 fem!reader
cw past drug abuse
“Hi, Spencer Reid.” 
You perch on the edge of his desk with no further introduction. You’ve changed perfumes, to his immediate recognition, the rich smell of your usual parfum swapped for a less consuming scent. He detects apple blossom, and rose, the smallest hint of jasmine, a contrast to your usual vanilla and peony. The human brain can remember 50,000 scents, and Spencer can remember all of yours. Or, he could. 
“You’re not saying hi anymore?” 
“Hi, Y/N.” 
“Hi. It’s nice to see you.” You put your hand on his. Spencer isn’t sure you’ve ever touched his hand before, he’s never really let you, but he doesn’t move away. A huge winding of tension between his shoulders begins to unspool. “It’s really nice to see you, babe. I’ve missed you tons and tons.” 
He looks up tentatively. “You have?” 
“I have. I haven’t really been invited, today. I’m just here to see you.” 
“Why?” Spencer asks. 
You tighten your fingers on his hand. “Missed you. Thought maybe we should, like…” And that’s unusual, for you to use filler words, Spencer doesn’t know what to think of it. “Well, I have something to say to you, and it’s going to either sound reassuring or ridiculous.” 
“Okay.” 
You give him a withering look. “Don’t make it any easier for me.” 
He laughs. The sound alone fosters your smile. “Sorry,” he says softly, “I doubt it’ll be ridiculous.” 
“Spencer Reid, we are friends. We are. But we never do anything outside of work, so I was thinking you could come over tonight and we’d make dinner and watch TV and stuff.” 
“And stuff.” 
“I’m a bit nervous,” you confess, looking down at your lap, then quickly back up into his face, “I’m worried you won’t want to.” 
You’re kind to avoid saying what he’s sure you’re thinking; you’re worried he won’t want to spend the night with you, and instead will look down the long barrel of a small needle. Or, he thinks that’s what you’re thinking. He does it to everyone. 
“What do you want to make for dinner?” he asks. 
“What are you enjoying lately?” 
“I… I don’t know. I’m not really eating.”
“Cereal?” 
“Yes,” he laughs. “Lots of cereal.” 
You tap the wheel of his chair with your heel. You’re dressed as though you aren’t working, wearing a sweet dark dress with a starched collar and baby sleeves, stockings, and a necklace at your neck that glows with a small white crystal. You look amazing. It never makes any sense to Spencer, why you’d taken an interest in him, and why you bother now. He knows he’s hard to care for. He knows he’s making it worse. 
You look up and down his face. You must see the purple half circles beneath his eyes, the crack at the corner of his mouth, the cut he can’t stop picking on his cheek. Every time it scabs, he opens it again. One second he’s sitting there and the next he’s got blood under his fingernail. 
“Hug?” you ask hopefully. 
He goes to stand. You move in too fast and wrap your arms around him, leg slotting between his, leaning over his shoulders with a distinct sense of protectiveness. You squeeze him, a little sigh escaping you that sounds loud so close to his ear. 
“How has it been this week?” you ask quietly. 
“It’s fine.” He cups your back in his arm carefully. The other wraps tight around the small of it. He soaks you up, scared you’re gonna pull away any second. 
“How are you feeling about it? Do you need any extra help?” 
He cringes. “No,” he says. “It’s really fine.” 
“When you texted me, about the cravings? What are they like today?” 
He wishes he could breathe in the smell of your perfume and your skin and tell you they’re all better now. It would make sense; there isn’t much in his life that hasn’t been made better by your attention. He’d struggle to do this without you. You’re his only friend who actually cared enough to say the problem out loud, but you’re just a woman, you can’t work the sort of magic necessary to kick this for him. 
“Spencer?” You pull away, nudging his cheek with the back of your finger. 
“They’re okay. I’m not gonna do anything.” 
“Good, honey. I’m proud of you. I know how hard this is.” 
He bites the inside of his lip, surprised at your caring. He shouldn’t be.
“What are you two whispering about?”
You and Spencer have different reactions to Emily’s sudden question. He flinches like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and you, still vaguely pissed with everyone for not telling you Spencer was struggling and not afraid to show it, keep your eyes trained on his face. 
“Nothing,” Spencer says. 
You turn to her with a small smile. You still like her, Spencer knows. Secretly, he’s pleased you’re angry for him. It’s nice to have someone so obviously on his side. “We’re just deciding what to get for dinner.” 
“Oh, nice. Date night?” she teases. 
You press your cheek to his forehead. “Date night,” you agree, your hand unmissable where it bunches in his sweater near his heart. 
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lovexdeepspace · 1 day
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All the Love and Deepspace boys react when you make a homemade scarf for them?
Thank you very much and hope all is well.
“made with love.”
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summary; a gift is best when it comes from the heart.
warnings; none! enjoy the sweetness <3
note; aaaaa some fluff to break the angst cycle !! ty for the sweet request !!
( to be formatted in the future )
a box awaits each of the boys, wrapped neatly with a note attatched.
rafayel…
… immediately calls you, panicking that some crazed fangirl or someone he wronged in the past has found his address.
“what if it’s a bomb?” he shouts into the phone, peering through the crack in his front door at the box. “or worse! what if it’s some woman’s used underwear?!”
you fail to contain your laughter on the other end of the call, covering your mouth as you double over.
“how can you laugh in such dire times?” rafayel wails, clutching the phone to his ear. “this isn’t funny!”
after a moment you were finally able to compose yourself and say, “the box is from me, dumbass. i dropped it off on my way to work this morning. i tried to give it to you personally but someone wouldn’t answer the door.”
cue a sheepish chuckle from rafayel as he opens his front door and stoops down to open the gift then and there. he smiles to himself as he finds a blue hand knit scarf sitting in the box, his fingers running gently along the material.
“it’s so soft,” he says softly and you laugh again, amused by his genuine reaction. “i’m putting it on and never taking it off.”
“so dramatic,” you mumble, cradling the phone between your shoulder and ear as you pick up your book once more. the line went silent and you quirk a brow. “rafayel?”
your phone buzzes and you pull it away from your shoulder to find three image attachments sent your way with more piling in every second. each photo is one of rafayel in a different, exaggerated pose with the scarf wrapped around his neck. you laugh at his theatrics and save a couple to your camera roll before shooting him a quick text.
you look like a dork.
he answers immediately, as to be expected from your clingy artist:
i think i look amazing
xavier…
… opens the box as soon as he pulls it in his apartment without a single concern. if anyone could handle some danger, it’s him, so why worry?
the yellow scarf is soft in his lap as he reads the card you wrote for him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he sets the little card aside and wraps the scarf loosely around his shoulders before pushing himself off his couch, sending you a text that he’s coming over.
it doesn’t take long for him to arrive at your front door or for him to fish out the spare key you had given him, unlocking the door and pushing his way in. xavier shuffles into your apartment, leaving his shoes by the door as he calls out your name. he moves from the main room to your bedroom, finding you sprawled out on your bed. without a second thought he crawls into bed beside you, startling you awake.
“huh — wha? xavier?” you lay back down, groaning. “scared the shit outta me.”
xavier hums and pulls you into his embrace, your face burying in his chest. “i got your gift and needed to come say thank you.”
“you couldn’t have just texted me?” you ask sleepily, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “you’re welcome, by the way. tara taught me how to knit and she gave me some extra yarn. i thought the color would suit you.”
you pull back a little and eye the scarf around his neck before adding, “it does suit you.”
xavier nods in agreement, kissing your forehead. “you have a good eye.”
zayne…
… completely forgets about the gift. one day he comes into the office to find a box on his desk and makes a mental note to open it after his first patient.
then one patient becomes two back to back emergency surgeries and by the time that was all complete it was well into the night. finally having a second to himself, zayne plops down on his couch and leans his head back. his eyes finally close only to snap open again at a knock on his door.
“zayne, i brought you some dinner,” you say as you open the door to his office. he lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes once more as you shut the door behind you, setting the lunchbox on his desk. “oh! you still haven’t opened it?”
“opened what?” zayne asks, turning his head slightly to look at you. you pick up the gift on his desk and hold it out to him. “oh, that. i assume it’s from you, then?”
you nod excitedly and place the box on his lap. “go on, open it!”
“i’m sorry, today’s been a hectic day,” zayne apologizes as he carefully opens the box. the stress melts away as he looks into the box at a black hand-knit scarf with a small smile. “you made this?”
you take a seat next to him, reaching over and grabbing the scarf out of the box as he reads the card. “i did! and since you’re mr. jack frost over here, i think a scarf is the perfect accessory! do you like it?”
you wrap it haphazardly around his shoulders and zayne sets the card down on the coffee table before fixing it around his neck.
“out of all the gifts you’ve given me over the years, i think this one might just be my favorite,” he replies, placing a hand on your knee as he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “thank you, sunshine.”
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kisses4kaia · 1 day
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god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him
you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)
so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.
however.
he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.
getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?
so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.
your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.
“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.
beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”
‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.
“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.
you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.
“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.
but anybody who did wasn’t him.
“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.
if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.
you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.
and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.
“break up with him.”
“why?”
“you know why.”
there was no rebating that, so you did none else than nod.
“yeah. i do.”
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chaoticace2005 · 2 days
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Spiders, their senses, and Angel Dust implications
I already screamed to @xxqueenofdragonsxx about this but figured I’d put it out there because I was doing research and I can’t stop thinking about it.
While we don’t know how canon it is to the show, this does have some implications for fanfics and is fun to consider.
Spiders don’t have ears. Or noses. Or tongues.
People have already made jokes about Angel’s lack of a nose, but it tracks with that fact. We also don’t see his ears, although we have seen his tongue (which, given he isn’t an actual spider there can be some allowances made.) Yes, he doesn’t have pedipalps to act as a substitution for his nose/tongue, but that isn’t the only place they can smell/taste things.
It’s their legs/feet(?). Their legs and bodies have sensory hair cells that allows them to detect vibrations in the air, as well as changes in electrical fields (which… Vox and Alastor implications? Can Angel sense them.) Humans hear via sensory hair cells too, but those are concentrated in the cochlea of the inner ear and surrounded by the outer/middle ear system (eardrum, etc.) Spiders don’t have that. They also have chemoreceptors that can smell and taste things.
Now, as someone who didn’t know much about spiders it’s cool to think about in terms of a character with some spider-like characteristics. But then I thought about this other aspect of Angel
His clothing
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More specifically his constant usage of gloves/long sleeves/boots. We know he hates his spider feet, and yeah, the usage of gloves and his blazer can be to fit his style, but it’s also fun to think that maybe him wearing them is an active attempt to reduce sensory input? He’d still get some vibration input because the fabric won’t block everything, but it won’t be as direct. But since spider sensory organs aren’t localized like humans are, this could essentially be the equivalent of wearing a headphones. (Also do you really want to taste every single thing you touch?)
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Which brings me to the second order of business: when he DOESNT wear his gloves. We do see him have to be bare for the camera, and if you consider him wearing clothes as a way of sensory modulation, he could essentially be forced to get all that input. Sensory overload would already be so ways in a place with so many sounds, lights, smells, etc. but imagine if you also have to do that when not used to such a level of exposure?
In humans there’s a condition called hyperacusis, which is basically a reduced pain and discomfort threshold to sounds. Some everyday ones can cause pain. Some neurodivergent people also have sensory sensitivities like that, in both cases sometimes headphones can help to reduce input.
The thing is though, if you constantly wear them you’re reducing your own threshold. It’s not recommended for people with hyperacusis to wear earplugs all the time because it makes them even more sensitive when not wearing them.
So, if you apply the same principle here, there is even more reason to consider the idea Angel would have some level of overstimulation just from not having his clothes on, combine that with the work environment, what he has to do, and the emotional turmoil of it all and that just makes it worse.
Which… with me anyways I’ve found when I’m too overloaded my brain tends to nope out and dissociate. So that could be what happens to Angel as well.
Then, there is one time outside of the studio we see him with uncovered arms and that’s the battle at the hotel.
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Here, he’s wearing gloves but his arms are exposed. So it could be said that he’s allowing himself access to more input while also not overwhelming himself. He still has a buffer with the gloves on, but he also has heightened awareness for things around him.
Again, the amount of this actually being applicable in canon is hard to say. Sense we don’t know how spidery Angel really is (since again, he does have a tongue) and what level of research went into that aspect of their character designs. But I think it’s a fun thing to consider.
So uhhh… yeah. Totally normal about this all as someone who totally isn’t interested in audiology, hyperfixating on hazbin hotel, and neurodivergent myself.
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jungqkook · 19 hours
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ YOURS TRULY ! hwang hyunjin
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⤷ in which, hyunjin shows you he’s nothing but yours
SMUT ₊ ⊹ softdom!hyunie ₊ ⊹ dirty talk ₊ ⊹ use of pet names ₊ ⊹ missionary ₊ ⊹ unprotected sex ₊ ⊹ creampie ₊ ⊹ nipple play ₊ ⊹ fluff, so much fluff <3 ₊ ⊹ this soooo random, i know. but i love some hyunjin smut on my dashboard :)
soft moans escape your lips as your ears are filled with grunts, enhancing the warm feeling between your thighs. you almost feel embarrassed as the only thing you can hear in the empty room is your wetness, alongside with the crushing of skin against skin.
but hyunjin does a great job at concealing them, his moans and praises distracting you from the wetness of your center. his body is pressed against yours, moving slowly, but oh, so temptingly as his hips maintain a slow, yet desperate rhythm.
“fuck, i love how your cunt feels around me,” he moans directly in your ear, his hand clutched tight on your hair. you moan at his words, tightening around him as he becomes louder at your action.
your nails softly scratch his back as his movements become harder, desperation building in him as you can tell he’s trying his best to keep himself from cumming.
but at the same time, it’s hard for him to resist to your cunt. especially when it feels like it was made for him, and only him. just like he’s entirely made for you.
which is something he likes to remind you every single time you’re together, no matter how many times he said it already; but how can he not do it? he’s so in love with you, with every part of your body, that he feels the need to express it every chance he gets.
and you feel fluttered every time, as if you can’t believe him, despite the honesty in his voice and the glimpse of truth in his eyes.
see, hyunjin is the most perfect human being you’ve ever met; kind, compassionate, a true romantic, a person with a view of the world that leaves you speechless every time.
but as every perfect person, he’s cursed with the gift of outstanding beauty, and the consequences that come with it.
you remember the first time you’ve brought him to meet your friends, their surprised expression still haunting your mind as their eyes wandered between him and you. as if they wondered how it was possible that you were dating someone like him.
you never miss the looks of beautiful, angelic women staring at him as you walk hand in hand down the street, their expression changing abruptly as they acknowledge your presence and turning into one of surprise – and you swore you’ve also read disgust in some of their faces.
but hyunjin never cared for what people thought of him, or if he did, he didn’t find them important enough to talk about them with you.
you, in the other hand, are the only thing he cares about, the sole focus of his love and attention.
in his eyes, you are the most beautiful creature he has ever set eyes on; and he never wastes the opportunity to remind you how much he adores you, spoiling you with so much care that leaves you astonished every time.
since you’ve started dating him, you found yourself longing for his presence every time you weren’t together; but you’re so blinded by your own love, that you barely notice how truly and utterly obsessed hyunjin is with you.
his friends couldn’t help but notice how he always gravitates towards you, how aloof he looks everytime they’re together, because the only thought in his mind is you.
it’s almost exaggerating, the way his mind always wanders to you, the main source of his happiness. but he has spent so much time loving you that he doesn’t remember what it felt like before knowing you.
before he became yours, from his body to his soul.
“my pretty girl– ah!”
you’re brought back to reality as you hear his breath become more laboured, his teeth finding your earlobe as you shamelessly moan at his action.
“hyun– hyunie…” you moan his name like a mantra, earning a soft ‘mhm’ coming from him as his movements become slower.
you almost whine at the change of speed, but he stills his movements as he raises his head from the crook of your neck, his eyes meeting yours as they look at you with need.
your doe eyes stare back at him, his hair framing his pale face as you bring an hand to move some strands away. the small, tender action is enough to make him melt, his eyes closing as he brings your hand to his lips to kiss it gently.
you feel your heart beating faster at his touch, tears pricking your eyes in response. even during sex, he can’t hide his romantic nature, always finding a way to remind you of his care for you.
“baby,” he calls you gently, his own hand meeting your cheek as he notices your shiny eyes, “my sweet girl.”
he melts at the sight of your doe eyes, eyebrows knitted slightly as your lips curve in a small pout; he’d recognise that expression in a heartbeat, and he wastes no time in kissing your pout away as he hugs you even tighter.
he presses his body impossibly tighter against you, his cock still buried inside your cunt as he kisses your cheeks in a tender manner, lips moving down to your neck.
“i’m so lucky to be yours,” he mumbles against your skin, leaving a wet trail of kisses anywhere he can reach.
you throw your head back as his mouth moves lower, teeth nibbling one of your nipples as he engulfs it with his lips. you grab his long hair as he toys with it, tongue flicking around it as you moan at the stimulation.
he looks up to you temptingly, tongue moving flat on your nipple as he stares at your lustful expression; he enjoys seeing you falling apart for him, moaning appreciatively as he feels your cunt tightening around his cock.
he leaves your nipple, adjusting his body so that could stare down between your legs, biting his lips at the sight of your bodies meeting. he notices your wetness leaking out your hole, moaning slightly at how warm you feel.
“fuck,” he moans to himself, before looking up to you again, “this is my favourite place to be.”
he grabs your thighs gently, pushing them away as he widens your legs. one of his hands meet your displayed cunt, thumb finding your clit as he presses against it.
your legs buckle at his sudden action, a loud moan leaving your mouth as the sensation of his cock inside you and your clit being stimulated makes you feel closer to the edge.
“hyunjin, please…”
you beg him to move, hips rotating against his as desperation pervades you entirely. he chuckles slightly, enjoying your body begging for his touch.
it makes him feel proud, knowing that he’s the only one that could make you feel this good.
“how can i say no to my baby?” his voice hides a small hint of mockery, enjoying how desperate you sound, but he himself can’t resist to you anymore.
not when you’re displayed like the most beautiful piece of art right in front of him.
he begins moving his hips, matching the movements of his thumb on your clit as you roll your eyes at his action. moans spill out of your lips, making him fasten his movements in response as your sounds fill his eardrums.
it drives him insane how erotic, yet somehow innocent you sound, and the fact that he’s the one making you feel this good sends shiver down his spine.
“you look so good for me– fuck… so innocent and pretty.”
you moan at his words, looking down at him as you notice him staring between your legs.
his movements are fast now, cock hitting your sweet spot as your belly bulges every time he grazes your cervix.
he wants to look at your pretty face, he truly does. but there’s something about watching you take his cock like a good girl that makes him go insane.
“this is where i belong,” he says, thumb pressing harder against your clit as his hips move faster, “between your pretty legs.”
you try your best to keep your legs wide open for him, failing miserably when he keeps hitting your spot. his touch on your clit is not helping either, sending you almost to the edge as your moans get louder.
“hyunjin, pleasepleaseplease, i’m so close!”
he hums at your words, smirking to himself as he moves down, his chest now pressing against yours. the action makes his cock reach impossibly deeper inside you, turning you into a moaning mess.
“cum for me, my love.”
his voice is gentle, matching his small kisses on your neck but contrasting the harshness of his thrusts.
it doesn’t take long before ecstasy engulfs you entirely, cumming undone around his cock as loud moans and strings of his name leave your lips.
your legs shake as he continues his attacks on your cunt, pounding you faster as he empties himself inside you, hissing loudly as his body shivers in utter pleasure.
his cum feels warm inside you, his cock pushing it deeper as he doesn’t even bother to take it off, body heavily falling against yours.
you giggle at the action, his head pressed against your boobs as he tries to recompose himself, catching his breath.
you bring a hand down, combing his black locks as he hums appreciatively in response. “i love you, pretty…” he whispers, voice slightly muffled against your chest, but you still hear his words.
you feel your heart swell, enjoying the feeling of his body embracing yours so gently, but so tightly – as if he’s afraid that if he loosens his grip, you might fade away like dust.
but deep down, he knows that could never happen.
he’s yours after all, the same way you are his. and nothing could keep you apart from one another.
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luckshiptoshore · 16 hours
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okay! so here I am at the end of supernatural season 11. season 12 is on the horizon, fraught with dreadful fake British accents and cars mysteriously driving on the wrong side of the road, but before we begin that, it’s time for our usual state of the nation.
what have i learned? what has happened? how am i doing?
the first thing to say is that every one of you who told me that season 11 is more fun than season 10 was CORRECT. that shit was a blast. what a time i had!
think of all the gems we experienced this season. Eileen! Jody Mills! Amara! CASIFER!!!! Then the episodes: Just My Imagination? Don’t You Forget About Me? Into the Mystic? The Vessel? Don’t Call Me Shurley? Beyond the Mat?? Baby??? THE CHITTERS??? Absolutely elite moments on a season that flows nicely enough to let them all shine individually.
now, do i think that the season suffers from the general malaise of the whole show, which is that a 20-23 episode run does not allow for any kind of apocalypse situation to feel even vaguely concerning? yes. but that’s like getting mad at a tiger for eating people’s faces. you do not come to Supernatural for a tight season arc. you come to Supernatural for the most outrageously campy faux-horror shit you have ever seen on your tv screen, and also Sam is there.
Amara might be one of my favorite villains ever to grace the show. i love her. she’s my wife. she has never done a single thing wrong. chuck should have died and left the universe to her. cancel me if you want, but i know i am correct.
Also, dean winchester doesn’t even need to come out as gay any more, because the scene at the lake where he didn’t look at Amara’s boobs ONCE served the world the notice on his behalf. i know that he and i are hovering in the same area of the Kinsey scale. i understand.
but truly! this is the season where the emotional arc of the show is about how Dean needs to FOLLOW HIS HEART and be OPEN about his FEELINGS because he’s HAVING FEELINGS for SOMEONE … and also about how Dean is not in love with Amara not even a little bit not at all. meanwhile, Cas is in peril and Dean is ready to set the whole world on fire to get him back. Where’s Cas? is cas okay? how’s cas will cas be fine is cas all right will cas be safe???
now are these two plots the same plot? oh, you know. you know they are! Every season I lean further into acknowledging Destiel as text, because every season the show leans further into making Destiel the thing that is happening, the romantic center of an incredibly gay universe. At this point Supernatural is essentially Queer as Folk with magic, and also Sam is there.
I mean, what else are we to make of Beyond the Mat, Safe House and The Chitters appearing as episodes 15, 16 and 19 of the same season of the same show? that is not a mistake. That is not just a series of kooky coincidences. that is a worldview that centers queer stories and makes real room for queer happy ever afters. Hunter romantic couples on Supernatural tend not to have good odds of survival (I am still haunted by the shit they pulled on that black hunter couple in season 3) but Cesar and Jesse get their horse farm. Kids on Supernatural die distressingly often, but the moms in Safe House get their daughter back unharmed. (this one really gets me, actually - thinking about the time and effort and cost queer couples often have to endure to have a baby. that child is so precious, and the episode knows that!) This is a show which has queerness baked into it, which examines different modes of family life and comes to the conclusion that nothing is more terrifying and destructive than the heterosexual nuclear family.
Season 1 begins with hunting figured as a kind of affair - something one partner does away from the other, outside of the home, that ends up rebounding on that other partner and destroying the safety and sanctity of that home. Obviously the queer outsider metaphor was always there - On the Road is baked into Supernatural’s DNA - but I think it’s interesting to compare season 1 to season 11 in their presentation of what it means to be a hunter. In season 1 it’s all about the family business, trauma getting passed down generationally by blood. But by 11x04, when Sam imagines hunter domesticity for Dean, it’s something “not marriage”. Jody Mills has created a hunter found family for her daughters (and it doesn’t get more found family than Claire, who at this stage has one foster mom and three stepdads, one of whom is inhabiting the body of her bio dad), and 11x13 is SO loud about the impossibility of being a hunter and also being in a committed and socially acceptable heterosexual relationship. And then, obviously, there’s Bobby and Rufus’s partnership, and the Cuevases, a married gay hunter duo. Being a hunter is a queer act at this point of the show. Even putting aside sexuality for a second, hunting literally queers family and it queers your place in society. And listen. the show knows this.
A lot is made about Robbie Thompson’s influence, and it should, because he is great, but he was not dropping bombs like god is bisexual and therefore this whole show is a queer story into a vacuum. a lot of people had to be like ‘yes, this is rad’ for that to not end up on the cutting room floor. I do think he did it as a hail Mary pass as he was leaving, but the circumstances had to be there to allow him to do it, and they were. I’ve said before that it’s fascinating to track Supernatural’s presentation of queerness against what was generally socially allowable at the time each season was released and see how closely the two things connect, and I do think that we probably couldn’t have got explicitly queer god in previous seasons. This is 2016: gay marriage was legal, but at the same time Trump and Trumpism was rising and it was becoming abundantly clear that the fight wasn’t over yet. it’s is a we exist fuck the haters move if ever I saw one. And it speaks to a general mindset among the people making spn that they pushed that moment all the way to being aired. And they pushed beyond the mat and Dean’s childhood crush on a man! they pushed MASC GAY HUNTER HUSBANDS! they pushed Casifer’s homophobic little jabs at Destiel and the Cas vs Amara of it all. they made sure that Casifer only ever touched Dean on his right shoulder, for christ’s sake. a lot of people had to be involved to make all of that happen.
As I’ve said before, rewriting season 4 as a romcom has made me realise how very early Destiel actually began as a purposeful narrative thread - but of course it’s all still very carefully coded in that initial season. by season 11, though, everyone is getting much more punchy and confident. They still can’t say it, but they’re doing absolutely every single thing they can apart from saying it. And I for one respect that. A lot of people were doing literally the most they could at the time they were working (and as a reminder: it is now 2024, and still only ONE SHOW on a major network or streamer has EVER leaned in to unexpected chemistry between two male leads to make their relationship visibly and specifically romantic in a way not originally conceived of in the pitch, and that show is Good Omens), and I think we should salute them. they did so much for us! they gave us the most Destiel possible! they gave us a gayass show! chuck bless them, every one!
so. onward, to season 12. i have 86 episodes left on this wild ride, and i’m aiming to finish before November 5th 2024. can i do it? probably not! let’s see what happens.
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p1harmony and the coquette boyfriend trend
pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader
warnings: none
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based on this tiktok trend
a/n: just a cute and silly little reaction (while i work on tumblr girls) inspired by @yunhoszn 𐙚 this trend is sooo over but who gaf if i wanna put a bow on my piwon’s biceps i should be able to like… also piwon as a whole give me the vibes of that picture of the rotc kid saluting with the caption “me when a bad bitch tell me to do something” so i tried to emulate that here too LMAOO
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౨ৎ keeho
i already know kyo’s chornically online ass was made aware of this trend even before it actually took off, was going to bring it up to you, but being the stubborn man he is, opted out of doing so because he thinks it should be you begging him to let you tie him up in a little bow!! and he’s so real for that!! goes as far as reposting every single video following the trend he comes across, and starts humming the lana del rey song whenever your near so he can hopefully telepathically send you signals that he wants you to put a bow on his bicep and show him off!! his approach is a bit unconventional but low and behold it somehow works, and when you do ask him to film that tiktok he annoyingly pretends he didn’t even know about the trend in the first place, as if you didn’t pick up on his very obvious signs. says shit like “why a bow? but omg you’re soooo obsessed with me!” (and you are!)
౨ৎ theo
i imagine you bring it up to him and he’s just confused as to why that’s a trend and what its supposed to mean, and even when you explain it to him he still doesn’t get it. you show him examples and he still doesn’t get it. ask you meaningless questions like “why put a bow on me? what does the bow represent? i’ve never heard of this type of couple trend?” but his questioning doesn’t mean that he’s opposed to it!! quite the opposite actually, he’s very endeared over the fact that you want to make a tiktok with him despite your relationship being fairly new. i do think he would rather have little bows in his hair rather than the usual tie around the bicep, please put him in pigtails and call him your pretty princess because it’s what he deserves! you two end up laughing the entire time you style his hair and film the video, and it’s little moments like these that make your relationship oh so sweet
౨ৎ jiung
literally will do anything you ask for him because once he’s locked in, he’s locked in. when you timidly bring it up to him he’s gonna nod at you with big eyes and his little concentrated pout, reassuring you with no hesitation that yes, he would love for you to wrap him in a pink bow, and no, you don’t have to be embarrassed to ask him for anything. i honestly think ji has a bit of a possessive side if his radio conversation with keeho about his future gf dancing up on other men is anything to go off of, and the fact that you want to claim him as your on the internet, even if it is for a silly little trend, makes his heart happy and feeds into that quality of his. once you’ve filmed the tiktok, with one of his pretty fingers adorned with a singular pink bow, he gives you a kiss on the cheek and keeps the bow on for the rest of the day, even if he has practice later. this experience leads him to spending more time on tiktok despite his grandpa personality, and he searches for other couple videos you two can make together in the future :] just so sweetie pie
౨ৎ intak
honestly just like keeho he’s on tiktok all the time and gets behind trends pretty quickly, so when intak begs you to do this new trend he keeps seeing on his for you page you aren’t surprised. honestly, you had also been wanting to participate in the trend, partly because it’s cute and partly because tak has gorgeous arms, but you kept it quiet because you wanted him to work for it! it’s pretty amusing actually, he ends up forcing you to come along with him to the gym when he works out much more often just so he can lift heavy weights and flex his arms for you. he just wants you to deem his biceps worthy of being wrapped in a bow!! please don’t tease him for too long because he will have a permanent sad puppy look on his face for the rest of the month. when you finally cave and wrap his arm in a bow he is sooo cheesed. had this goofy grin on his face and flexes his muscles which results in him accidentally splitting the bow in two, which both pisses you off and turns you on at the same time?
౨ৎ soul
literally is so pliable under your hands, much like jiung he will let you do anything to him with little to no complaints or even acknowledgement. he simply exists to make his girlfriend happy! you don’t even ask him to film the video because you already know the answer will be yes (in the form of a strange sound), so you get to work as soon as you make way into his dorm room. you stay true to shota’s reputation of being slightly abnormal by wrapping the entirety of your roll of ribbon around his entire body, mummifying him from head to toe and topping it off with a delicately tied bow at his ankles. he doesn’t complain throughout the entire process, even if you’ve interrupted his gaming sesh with seob. when you film and publish the ridiculous tiktok, you point your phone towards him so he can appreciate the fruit of your labor, and when he finally does get to see the video for himself he lets out the biggest laugh that puts an equally big smile on your face
౨ৎ jongseob
you both actually discover the trend together! you two have a routine of cuddling up and scrolling through one of your for you pages, alternating phones each night depending on your battery levels. tonight, jongseob has your back against his chest as he scrolls through your tiktok when the trend first pops up on the screen, and you both get intrigued and scroll through the let the light in sound on tiktok to watch more. you don’t say anything to him but seob can tell you want to participate, and he ends up sweetly informing you that “we can do this trend if you want! i don’t have ribbon on me right now though..” and with that your eyes light up. the two of you end up buying ribbon at the craft store the next day for the sole purpose of filming that video, and you both rush to his dorm afterwards to film the tiktok. you end up settling on wrapping the dainty ribbon around both of his arms and torso, the pair of you refilming several times to get it “just right”. just like the other boys, seob is just happy to please his pretty gf!
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dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)
dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: Logan writes a letter to help him manage his feelings, it does everything BUT manage feelings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: logan sargeant x oscar piastri w/c: 892 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: this is day FOUR (lando's number) of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!! some angst today!! might make this a series very much inspired from https://archiveofourown.org/works/54754315 masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Logan crushes the sheet of paper and throws it into the pile of already crushed papers. He puts down the pen and cracks his fingers, again.
He’s been at this for hours and he hates it knowing he’s terrible at expressing himself and Oscar’s probably not going to even look at this. 
Logan takes a deep breath once again and picks up his pen.
Dear Oscar,
I’m not very good at expressing my feelings but I’ll try my best.
I’ve missed you lately and I miss all our late night conversations, my nights feel empty without them. I miss our friendship and the very long conversations we had. 
When you asked me how I was doing and I said “it’s been alright.” That was a blatant lie. I’ve been doing absolutely horrible. I haven’t seen a good day in months and every morning I ask myself why I’m doing this to myself, I ask if everything I left behind was worth it. Should I have given up?
 I’m glad you’re doing well and winning trophies, I’ve never been happier for you. Remember when your rookie year was being compared to Hamilton’s? That was amazing. 
Great, now he’s gone off track again, absolutely perfect. Logan’s pen left the paper again and he contemplated crushing this one up. He eventually decided against it and his pen tip touched the paper again.
He doesn’t know what he’s going to write anymore but he doesn’t care. He just wants to let his feelings out.
I hate how we don’t talk anymore. I hate how life has to pull its strings on us. I hate how we walk past each other as if we never knew each other. I’ve been trying my hardest, I really have.
I want to talk to you. I want to hear your voice again. 
I’ve been making wishes on every shooting star I’ve seen and been throwing in a penny for every wishing well I’ve come across, just wishing you were my friend again, wishing that I could go back in time and relive those moments in PREMA.
I didn’t treasure those times enough.
Every single time I see any McLaren video, I stop and stare, imagining that it could’ve been you and I. Believe me, I love how you and Lando have developed one of the closest bonds ever and trust me, I think Alex is a perfect teammate. 
But I just wish that we had another chance and I wouldn’t fuck it up this time. I really wish I did.
Every single time Lando calls you “Osc”, it makes me shiver just knowing that I could never be half the person Lando was. I do everything and risk it all just trying to be more like Lando or just someone who you would bother to look at
His mind flashes back to every single time he and Oscar have done anything together, watch movies, do stupid promotional videos, even sad times came back and made him wish he took those moments better.
He tears up slightly, but wipes his tears away before they spill onto the paper. Lando’s voice saying “Osc” rings in his head like an annoying bell which kills him slightly every time it repeats. 
Osc.
Osc.
Osc.
He slams his hand into the table, causing everything to jolt, even getting startled by his own actions. Logan isn’t even on Lando’s level, not even a quarter of the way there.
Lando’s better in every way, definitely much better teammate than Logan would’ve been.
His tears resurface but he doesn’t wipe them away this time, he lets them trickle down his cheek, cling on to his skin at his chin and finally drop down onto the paper, causing a stain.
More tears cause stains on the bottom part of the paper before Logan wipes them all away.
Please…
I miss you Oscar.
Regards Love
Logan
He places the pen down and looks at the letter, which has tear stains, but Logan couldn’t care less. He puts the letter down and folds it neatly in half, slotting it into a brown envelope. He seals the envelope tight, wrinkling the paper from pressing too hardly. 
He takes his pen up again and the tip floats above the paper.
He takes a few seconds before writing.
To: Oscar Piastri
His throat stings from crying. He didn’t even cry for that long but it hurts him. His own words repeat in his head like a knife twisting into his body.
He opens up Oscar’s chat on his phone, his last message being left on Seen.
3 weeks ago Great race :)
He hasn’t even given Oscar a message for the Australian Grand Prix but Logan couldn’t care less.
His fingers hover over his keyboard.
Can we meet sometime soon?
He hesitates about sending it.
Osc.
Osc.
Osc.
Osc.
He turns off his phone and takes a deep breath. 
He sits on his couch and leans back. The thoughts endlessly flying around in his head, like phantoms of his past haunting him again.
He closes his eyes and keeps them shut, imagining whatever makes him feel happy. 
Oscar.
Oscar.
Oscar.
Osc.
The tears squeeze their way past his eyelids and slide down his cheek. It’s a devastating feeling. 
He covers his head with a pillow and keeps his eyes tightly shut, crying himself to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ there will be a part 2 (hopefully) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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M sounds like such a maxiel prompt. Up to you what shenanigans Daniel asks Max to do. Or maybe he could be asking him to come live on his farm with him in the off-season?
M — "I need to ask something of you." "Always. Anything." "Don't say that before you hear what it is. Seriously."
This was such a maxiel prompt but it took me so long to decide on just one way it could go
Somewhere in the club, Martin was giving one of the best shows of his life, all to celebrate Maxy's fourth consecutive championship win, but Daniel couldn't care a single bit about Martin's music. All he wanted to do was find Max.
"Maxy!" Daniel cheers when he does finally find the Dutchman ensconced in between Charles, Lando, and surprisingly George.
"Daniel!" Max greets, always so happy to see Daniel, and god does that do wonders for his ego. It’s always nice to know that someone other than your parents is delighted by your presence.
"Boys, I need to steal the world champ away," Daniel tells the others. He doesn't wait for a response, just drags Max away from them. Max for his part, comes along happily and giggling.
"Where are you taking me?" Max questions.
"I need to ask something of you," Daniel tells him when they're in some quiet corner of the club away from everyone.
"Always. Anything," Max replies without hesitation. If he's honest, then Max's answer is terrifying. It gives him too much power, too much control, something that he doesn't want to have over anyone, especially not Max. Especially not when it concerns what he's been dying to ask Max all year long now.
"Don't say that before you hear what it is, seriously," Daniel states, his mind wandering back to how Max had always listened and never denied him anything. Even in the middle of the night, Max would answer his texts and calls with a slightly concerning promptness that not even his mother had.
Daniel has spent months trying to figure out how to finally express his feelings to Max after years of pulling away when they got too close. He’d spent months thinking of the best way to tell Max that he’d been an idiot for years now and wanted, no needed to be Max’s in every sense of the world. He’d planned out his every word just to make sure he wouldn’t make a mess out of it like he had so many times in the past.
But instead he says, “tattoo me. Mark me as yours and yours only.” Which is far from what he had planned to say, but still the general idea.
“Are you serious?” Max is all wide eyes and parted lips as he stares at Daniel in that mesmerizing way of his where Daniel just drowns in Max’s Maldives sea colored eyes.
“As a heart attack,” Daniel answers
Max doesn’t tattoo him that night or for many nights to come, instead he marks Daniel in other, less permanent ways. It makes Daniel curse himself for being scared of having this for so long, but also so glad that they’d begun this part of their relationship when both of them were mature and wiser. He would have hated to lose Max after experiencing him so intimately.
He’d never been one to get hard when someone tattooed him, pain didn’t connect to pleasure in his mind. Pain was pain and it was not very fun. But Max with his brows furrowed and attention solely focused on Daniel’s upper thigh as he pressed the tattoo gun onto Daniel’s skin definitely did things to Daniel.
High on Daniel’s thigh, where no one except Max will see, there’s a tattooed heart with M + D in it. Just like they’d joked about well over a year ago.
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Free the Bird from its Gilded Cage
Synopsis: Lucifer would tell anyone who asked his greatest regret was letting humanity eat the apple. Better than admitting what he really regretted.
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Golly gee good thing affairs didn’t exist back then huh!
In which Lucifer’s tism hurts his best friend, the fic.
I think I can tag this as Edenpoly considering the conversation between Lucifer and Lilith.
I give my greatest thanks to my good friend Hat who uttered the phrase “I raise a glass to the friend you could have been and drink to the monster you became” (Or something of the sort) which has not left my brain 2 years later.
No shade on other people’s depictions of the ancient archangels. I love good archangels as much as you guys but… this is very much bashing.
I’m so sorry Michael. And Azrael, and every single angel who’s characters I butcher in this AU. It’s not you guys I swear.
God on the other hand fuck you I’m not sorry.
I have been told by many people irl that I have religious trauma. I didn’t think I did but fuck it we ball.
I am so sorry this came out late but I had two assignments and I'm moving houses, I'll try not to have a repeat.
Word count: 1957
Fic under cut!
Lucifer felt Lilith before he saw her, the first woman’s aura screaming frustration and hurt louder than the tears in her eyes.
She was sitting under an aspen tree with her legs tucked to her chest.
Lucifer didn’t need to guess why she was upset; it could really only be one thing these days.
“Adam did something again, didn’t he.”
Lilith huffed and lifted her head to meet Lucifer’s gaze, “We fought, again. He still doesn’t get it.”
Lucifer sighed and sat down next to the first woman, not for the first time the little voice in his head bemoaned Adams chronic inability to listen to anyone other than God. It was really starting to cause problems in Eden.
“He’ll regret it.”
“He always does, but he still does it.”
Lucifer nodded, “He needs to learn that God isn’t right about everything,” His siblings would murder him if they knew he was spreading this kind of blasphemy, “But I do agree, it’s a little irritating.”
“It is!” Lucifer jerked as Lilith stood up abruptly and began to pace, “He’s great most of the time don’t get me wrong, but he’s just increasingly growing more and more insufferable! It’s like every time he gets better he just goes straight back to being worse!”
“Truly the trials and tribulations of the first humans.”
“I just wish he would listen to me! Not some stuck up self-important know it all who thinks I’m worthless.”
Lucifer wisely held back the instinctive defence of the Creator, “Especially when you are so much more than that.”
Lilith seemed to finally run out of steam, falling back into Lucifer’s arms and holding him tightly, “I hate this… I hate him.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t… I hate the man God wants him to be.”
“I hate that man too,” Lucifer admitted, “I hate how he hurts everyone.”
Because it wasn’t just Lilith that was left hurting. Lucifer hated how he was losing track of the near silent breakdowns of Adam’s.
God created humanity different from the grand design, and every day Lucifer loathed that fact more and more.
“He’s going to win, that man.”
“Neither of us will let him.”
“He’ll let himself,” Lilith hissed right by his ear, the sound sending a shiver down Lucifer’s spine, by the choirs that felt good “Adams an idiot.”
“Yep!” Call Lucifer blasphemous, but he was so tempted to-
Lilith opened her mouth to say something, and Lucifer listened to the little voice in his head once again.
He caught her mouth with his own swiftly before pulling back, face flushing as he realised what he just did.
That was something only Adam and Lilith was supposed to do with each other.
Lilith blinked, taking time to process before giving her response, “Do that again.”
Lucifer didn’t need to be told twice.
The bark of the aspen tree was lit up by Lucifer’s wings as he pressed his lips to Lilith’s again.
And again.
And again.
Lucifer had never felt so good. He could see why Lilith and Adam like doing this. This felt so good.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
It was hours until Lucifer disentangled himself from Lilith, still not having quite recovered from the experience. Sadly, he could feel the mental tug attached to his halo signifying his siblings wanting an audience with him. The last thing he wanted was to have them come down and see him with Lilith.
The moment he returned to heaven however, he had the distinct feeling that he might have messed up regardless.
Michael was pacing and muttering angrily under his breath, sharp sounds grating Lucifer’s awareness. When the archangel saw Lucifer, his wings physically bristled as he lunged forward and grabbed the Morningstar by the robe.
“You are so very fortunate that God was already growing tired of Lilith’s rebellion!”
“What?”
“Michael,” Lucifer turned to see Azrael landing nearby, “I highly doubt Lucifer knows what he has done, as impulsive as he is.”
“What? What happened,” Lucifer demanded, mantling his wings to make himself look larger as he stared down the other archangels.
“You don’t know?”
“Know what!”
“God decided to give the first man a new wife,” Michaels words cut through Lucifer’s anger and left only shock, “Made from his rib.”
“… what?”
“Yes, I had to tear it out myself,” Michael huffed, Lucifer noticed the dried red still dusting the angels gloves, “Adam tried to flee.”
“…”
“What Michael means,” Azreal shot the other a look, “Is that Adam didn’t take the information well, and saw it fit to attempt avoiding the situation entirely.”
“He was awake?!” Lucifer screeched “By the choir what is wrong with you two?!”
“It was the Creator’s wishes, none of us knew it would bring pain,” Azrael sighed, “However, it would encourage not repeating the situation…”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Michael scoffed, “The Creator ensured Adam wouldn’t remember.”
“It would taint him.”
“It would motivate him.”
“What?”
“Our Creator has decided to take a more… hands on approach in ensuring the situation does not repeat itself,” Azrael looked uncomfortable, “Xe employed the use of divine power to keep Adam and Eve from straying from the grand design.”
Lucifer took a step back.
Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Lucifer couldn’t hear over the roar of nothing in his ears.
No.
Nononononono.
Lucifer ran.
He broke into a sprint before diving back down to Earth, landing on the soft grass of Eden he looked around desperately.
“Adam!”
“Yes?”
Lucifer turned around as Adam’s figure came into view from behind a tree, “Adam-”
His eyes were gold.
Lucifer stumbled back as he took in the first man’s appearance, Adam’s eyes were no longer the colour of earth. The familiar dark brown orbs that bore the gold of honey and of leaves in the sun were gone. In their place was the brilliant gold of divinity, of heaven, the same gold of the-
The chain attached to his wrist.
Lucifer lunged forward and grabbed his friends arm, pulling him forward and running a hand along the softly glowing cuff on Adams wrist.
It was definitely the Creator’s doing.
“Adam what have they done to you.”
“Ah, apologies, but have we met before?”
Lucifer’s golden ichor froze as he looked back up to meet that accursed golden gaze, “What?”
“It is just that… you seem familiar with me, but I do not recall ever having met you. I apologize.”
Lucifer stepped back from the first man, “What.”
“Were you present for my creation? That day was such a blur I hardly recall all those present.”
“Adam- Adam look at me,” Lucifer grabbed Adam by the shoulder, staring desperately into those too gold, too inhuman, too holy eyes “Adam. You are my best friend. You remember me don’t you?”
Adam’s eyes flickered for a moment, that familiar beautiful earth brown peeking through for a moment before being swamped by heavenly gold.
“You are an angel; how could I ever be friends with someone of a higher status such as you?”
Lucifer wanted to cry.
The Creator truly was cruel.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Lucifer couldn’t do this.
Lucifer shoved Adam away and ran like a coward, stumbling through the bushes and past trees as he ran away from the puppet wearing his best friends face.
He didn’t even talk like Adam.
The Creator just stripped his best friend of everything that made him… him.
Lucifer collapsed under a willow tree as he sobbed into his arms.
He didn’t move for a long time after that.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
Lilith found him in the dim of night, her eyes sharp and he teeth bared in a rueful grimace even as she took him into his arms.
“We’re not letting them get away with this. Not this time.”
A hot flame of righteous anger sparked in Lucifer’s heart as he held onto Lilith. She was right, this crossed a line.
Lucifer wanted to rush in, to steal Adam away and find a way to break that chain.
Lilith told him to wait, to watch and observe as she would.
“Right now, heaven does not know about our rebellion, if we move too quickly we will both be destroyed.”
She was right, of course she was. Lucifer hated it though.
They had to watch Adam go through the motions of what his life used to be. The way he would no longer wander the garden without reason.
He wouldn’t play with the animals anymore or sit and relax under the sun.
Lucifer almost broke the trunk of a tree when he saw Adam tear out a plant Gabriel considered ‘too imperfect for the garden’ even though Lucifer knew that it was Adams favourite flower.
That flame of anger grew every time that damned shackle glowed and chained Adams will.
It took a little time to figure out, but if there was one thing Lucifer was sure would free Adam and Eve, it was the apples of knowledge.
They had to.
Lucifer and Lilith also watched Eve through everything. She seemed meek through the control of the Creator, but in the few moments the attention of heaven faded and the gold in her eyes let a little bit of reddish brown through, they got to know her.
She was gentle and sweet to the animals but there was a steel in her spine.
She was vibrant and wild as she chased the cheetah’s around the garden or buried her head in a grizzly bears side.
Lucifer grew to love her in a way. As little of her as he could see. But she was the one the Creator paid less attention to, and why would xe? She is supposed to be subservient to Adam.
Lucifer shifted into the form of a snake and curled through the branches of the tree of knowledge as she came into view.
Showtime.
“Eve my dear, may I borrow your attention for but a moment?” Lucifer sing-songed, drawing the girls eye as she stopped at the base of the tree.
“What is it you require of me, snake?” Eve asked, Lucifer watched intently as the telltale hint of red brown filtered into her gaze, this was the shot he needed.
“The fruit of this tree, could you tell me how it tastes to you?”
The woman flinched back as if struck, and Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at her response.
“I couldn’t, God said-”
“And have you not wondered why xe demands such things of you? Have you not questioned why xe forbade this?” Lucifer hissed, snapping off an apple and letting it fall to the ground at Eve’s feet, “I know, and that is why I ask this of you.”
Eve’s will fought with Heaven for a moment as she picked up the apple, but she was not gone yet, “God said that if I ate the fruit, I would die.”
“And the Creator lies to you,” blasphemy dripped off of Lucifers tongue as he all but snarled at Eve, the white-hot flame of fury envenoming his words, “To eat the apple is not to die, but to be freed. To have your eyes opened to the truth around you.”
Eve held the apple in her hands, the reddish brown in her eyes traitorously present.
“How do you know I won’t die?”
“Because my dear, I have had my eyes opened long ago. To open them is a freedom the Creator keeps from you on purpose,” Lucifer hissed, “You will not die, of that I can promise.”
Eve bit into the apple, and the chains snapped under the weight of knowledge granted.
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Go Big or Go Home
Hermit-a-day March 26th: Smallishbeans
There’s not a stop he won’t pull out.
Read it here on AO3.
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It’s not that Joel is insecure about starting on Hermitcraft. Oh, sure, someone ELSE might be insecure about being invited to join one of the premiere and longest-running Minecraft servers out there, full of building trend-setters and redstone innovators and also EthosLab (who’s totally obsessed with Joel, not the other way around). But Joel’s not insecure about that - he’s never insecure about ANYTHING. He just wants to put his best foot forward. Show them all a thing or two about how a real crafter gets it done. What’s it they say, “go big or go home”? Well, this is home now. Joel might as well go big.
And he has his first chance with the little game they’re playing. Demise, is it? Just don’t die, and you win? Joel’s lived in hardcore for thousand of days. He’s a veteran of the Life Series who’s almost won a few times now. This will be e- He gets dropped into a pit full of zombies, lured by ImpulseSV into a trap set by his fellow newcomer Skizzleman. Done in by a friendship that started before Minecraft even existed. Well then, guess there’s no new-Hermit bond forming this season, SKIZZ. But it’s fine. If Joel can’t be the big winner, he’ll just have to be the Big Reaper. Get a truly magnificent kill extremely quickly - the fastest of anyone. Okay, maybe not the fastest, his first trap doesn’t work. Or the next. Or the next. Or - okay, the number of tries Joel takes on XBCrafted gets to a point that even a man of his self-confidence and assuredness gets a bit embarrassed. The man killed him in a single shot while he was invisible, stole his head, and wore it as a trophy! (He does earn himself his first new nickname from XB, who starts calling him Beans, so that’s kind of cool. Big Man Beans.) Joel has to kill him now, at any cost. The cost is 74 TNT minecarts, his own life, Grian’s life, Hypno’s beacon, XB’s entire house and half the mountainside around it, and a free flight to paradise for Keralis. Hey, it works - go big or go home.
So, maybe he’s not the master of traps on this server. That’s fine - Joel didn’t get invited here for his ability to murder. He’s here to Build. And Build he will. It might intimidate a lesser man, building an intricate cyberpunk city by oneself literally just up the mountain from a massive cyberpunk city being built by Item Sorter Impulse and Builds-like-he’s-painting Bdoubleo; Joel simply does his own good work. Practically a new building every week, in the confident clash of colors that comes to him in his dreams - he’s only barely testing anything, even! He’s handicapping himself and STILL doing this good! Like building with an extra hand tied behind your back. And they’re not just empty façades, no no no; each one is filled with either personal or farming utility. From a twice-reworked glow squid farm that finally stops killing its workers, to a glowberry farm built so confidently Joel did his redstone on STONE; he’s even got a minecart system running around overhead! Even the Etho-provided postbox (of course Etho came to do Joel’s himself, he’s OBSESSED with Joel, has nothing to do with Tango being on vacation at the time) gets a makeover that wins Postmaster Pearl’s stamp of approval. When the shopping district opens up, Joel’s got some okay permits - he was already farming glow ink for himself, so that one lines up perfectly. But he doesn’t want to just build another pop-up shop. Hermitcraft has an armor stand book (and newly mod) that lets one pose armor stands with custom decoration; seems like the perfect time to try it out! Jeremy the glow squid takes the better part of the day, and most of Joel’s brain cells are smoldering by the end of it. But Cleo’s reaction to someone using the book so extensively…yeah, all worth it. Go big, or go home.
And beyond the building and the murdering, there’s so much more to being a Hermit, Joel is learning. Pranks are important. Pranks seem like they keep happening. Joel makes a mission down to the Deep Dark without even an elytra, just to get sculk sensors for a few scattered noise pranks around Magic Mountain. Building eyes inside of Gem’s giant skull is pretty funny, though with all the hoops he’s jumping  The video-work isn’t to be discounted, either. Joel never rests on his laurels, jumping from one idea to the next like a Reddit-assigned manic frog. One time he’s stealing the Recap’s newscasting job; one time he’s layering timelapses like they’re going out of style; one time he’s even made a vacation advertisement for Magic Mountain. There’s not a stop he won’t pull out. Go big. Or go home.
Joel’s pretty sure he’s gone big enough for the Hermits. He’s also learning that the Hermits are…weird. All Minecrafters are weird, but still. They made a horn of one of them eating spicy wings and pass it around like a party popper. Someone built a giant hourglass to sell wood from, and someone else put a giant fish in it, and also like a thousand regular fish. Etho is here, using Joel’s banners and scratching his beard and just OBSESSED with him, and no Joel always bringing that up isn’t indicative of anything in return. Zedaph comes up the stairs of Joel’s city, holding the lead. Of a chicken. Who is carrying a full-grown librarian villager. Who sells Mending. And refuses to explain any of it. It’s not exactly going big, but it’s definitely not going home. Maybe Joel still has a little bit to learn about going Hermit.
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lol Caitlin has used her platform to shine a light on all the black women who pioneered the sport, and actually done so by name, unlike Paige who made a vague statement one time and has never spoken up again
and idk where you get she’s entitled, it seems like all she’s ever wanted to do is win a championship which is what every player in college wants to do. she doesn’t seem remotely concerned with personal accolades, unlike other programs overly concerned with their player being NPOY despite not actually earning it
oh rightttt like that time they asked her on national television if race played a factor in the media’s treatment of her versus their treatment of angel reese and she… didn’t answer the question, right?
or the time that sheryl swoopes (one of those black women who pioneered the sport) was being attacked by her fans, and caitlin blocked everyone on twitter reminding her that her fans are racist? she did a great job shining a light on black women then!
i just feel like we watched different espys speeches, because i remember a 19 year old paige bueckers getting on national television, recognizing that she’s a white woman in a black led sport, and NAME DROPPING black women who deserved/deserve media attention, like maya moore and odyssey alexander, as well as speaking out against police brutality by mentioning breonna taylor.
and maybe we’re a little new to this and we don’t know ball, but if you’ve been following women’s college basketball for the past 4 years, you would know that instance is not a one off, because paige has been speaking out for the black community for years.
what y’all aren’t realizing is that racism is not just calling her teammates slurs or saying she hates black people or shit like that - it’s a refusal to acknowledge that racism exists in the first place.
and don’t play fucking dumb. by entitled i mean the whole “im caitlin clark give me that whistle”. fuck outta here w that ‘npoy but hasn’t earned it’. lisa bluder consistently touts that she has “the best player in the country” or “in the world”. i know that’s a dig at geno, so let’s get one thing fucking straight: paige is the best player in america. and when you have 11 fucking rings, you have every right to get up on a presser and say that. you might not think so, because your very narrow minded view of the game probably cleared the rest of the stat sheet except for points. paige came back from a fucking acl tear and she’s still a first team all american, and she’s a wade and naismith trophy finalist. she fills the stat sheet in every single thing except turnovers and personal fouls, and she does it on ridiculous efficiency. she makes her teammates better, and dawn staley herself has said she’s the most elite player to ever play the game.
do not piss me off with this bullshit
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hELLOOOO can u write first time hcs for bnd ??
⋆ P. Sungho
An utter natural… it’s a little concerning. He’s incredibly dexterous and collected, being the oldest certainly shows at a time like this- when he’s got you prepped and comfortable. Sungho’s not one to let his nerves jump out of control, he’s excited of course, but if anything he’s the one soothing you. Reminds you that pleasure isn’t the only thing you’ll feel, sex can be many things, so he’s very vigilant about communication and checking in on you and how you’re handling him, lets you decide how much further he pushes himself in, lets you brace yourself with squeezes and scratches along his broad shoulders without a single complaint.
If your confidence ever shifts even slightly off its axis in your ability to make decisions then he’s immediately willing to for you with only your best interest in mind. Doesn’t want you to only focus on how he’s feeling, not at all. Does his best to help mitigate the uncomfortable stretch with lots of attention to others places, your chest, neck, your clit.
Remainder of members under the cut!
⋆ L. Sanghyeok
So polite, asks you with a pretty smile and every move of his hands if you’re alright, what he should be doing more of, less of. The only thing he struggles with is relaxing, focuses too much on one thing and subconsciously neglects the other, for example his voice, forgets it even exists inside of him when he’s got his hands on you. Once he settles the talking part comes quite easily, he doesn’t overdo it or lack any, says all the right things that somehow are so him without it being too overdone.
Having sex with Riwoo for the first time is undeniably a little awkward, but the shared laughter at each others uncertainty smoothes out any tense ridges in the atmosphere, It’s more like a bump in the road that the two of you have to just get over to enjoy what lays further ahead. The more experiences you share the more his confidence grows!
⋆ M. Jaehyun
Initially he’s very expressively open with his nervousness about touching you, but the tensions ironed out from between the two of you when the giggles start rolling off his tongue, asking you to show him what to do because if he has to continue moving by himself he’s sure he’ll somehow mess up. Takes your guidance and teachings very seriously, always asks “Okay, like this?” Whenever you’re introducing him to something new, whether it’s with his hands, mouth or his dick.
Runs high off of your praise, surprisingly a very good learner, picks up on everything you show him very easily with little to no struggle. Gets emotional at some point sooner or later, but are we surprised? Tells you that he’s so happy to be able to experience with you, that he only ever wants it to be you, how good you’re fucking him that the tears won’t stop no matter how hard he tries.
⋆ H. Dongmin
The quietest when it comes to being nervous, but his silence doesn’t mean he’s struggling, his lack of words make up for how observant he is of your body language, the way you react when you like something or don’t are taken into account very quickly and he continues touching you based off of that, but little tips and corrections always help. There’s a kind of silent connection there that’s shared between the two of you, he’s very reactive to your touches and suggestions, not everything’s easy, but he doesn’t make anything more complicated than it needs to be.
Sharing hushed "love you"s absolutely shatters his resolve into tiny unsalvageable bits and pieces. Every single part of you has him so stricken with adoration that he can't shake the unexplainable need to make you feel good, a kind of good you've never felt before. Tries to keep himself quiet by biting at your shoulder, sucking at your neck, but it only makes the sounds more distinguishable by ear.
⋆ K. Donghyun
Knows how to calm you down. You're becoming a little too overwhelmed? Small breaks are his best solution, lets you adjust around his cock as he stills, very good at being able to separate himself from the pleasure and speaks to you in a clear and empathetic manner. Kisses your knuckles, your forehead, anywhere he can reach whilst singing you praises, that he hears you, knows it hurts but you can handle it, right? All he needs is an assured answer whenever you're ready!
He takes your first time very seriously, even if you're requesting that he not think about it too much he needs you to know that you're safe and he'll do anything to take care of you. All together he's truly someone you can relax with, you don't have to correct him or tell him what to do every few minutes, Leehan just wants it to be all about you.
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william-snekspeare · 1 year
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Why does my ferret make the worst face I’ve ever seen when he eats eggs
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jasontoddenthusiastt · 6 months
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Why are people who look at comic books from a “critical real-world lens” so obsessed with identifying the one person who is “100% right”. That doesn’t even exist in the real world.
Lost Days wasn’t made to protest global issues. It is a comic book exploring fictional character Jason’s mental journey after being resurrected and regaining consciousness against his will and/or power. Now how dare this character, in his own story where he has his own personal objective, not go out of his way to make sure each individual child from the collective hundreds he saved from traffickers and the likes gets adopted into nice homes. Obviously we have to disregard any good he did or that he cares at all because all he did was kill the fucker at the top who was responsible. Winick also never fleshed out all 42 of the trafficked children into nuanced characters with their own thoughts and feelings which was apparently neglectful lol.
In regards to utrh, Idk what this person read but there were more drug dealers Jason didn’t kill than those he did. Not once did he ever say he wanted to eliminate the flow of drugs in the community. He took over the trade. Not to mention he explicitly stated control vs elimination is where his goals differed from Bruce’s pipe dream hence why he’s successful and Bruce is still failing. Obviously if you completely misunderstand the character’s motivations you’ll find issues that don’t exist.
People just don’t want stories to be about what they are about, huh.
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2023 reads // twitter thread
Love Letters For Joy
YA contemporary Cyrano de Bergerac retelling
an ace girl with cerebral palsy who’s determined to be valedictorian, with only her academic rival to beat
when her friends start pairing up, she starts to wonder if she wants something like that, and emails the anonymous romance advice email going around her school
#Love Letters For Joy#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#hm.#the good: so many disabled characters!#main boy has asthma; side characters in wheelchairs and two others incidentally with CP;#and like every other character is wearing glasses#(which tbh. is probably just a normal amount of disability i any given group of people but how often do you see that much in a book lmao)#(I also just noticed the BG characters on the cover too)#but it is very…….doesn’t really explore anything in depth and also the drama got pretty comical at the end?#i forgot it was the CDB retelling.#feel like it should have taken the concept and then ran with the natural possibilities for the characters instead of trying to stick to tha#no more YA where the secret anonymous person keeps their identity secret for no reasonable reason and it only causes problems pls#near the end the dude is outed to his parents and kicked out. and like holy shit it does not explore that in depth??#one of her ‘friends’ is in love with her and after kissing her without consent goes on this aphobic tirade and becomes like a comical vilai#neither of those things are handled very well#also just little things like joy tells her friends that over the course of the book she’s realised she’s pan -#which was not mentioned a single time in her internal narration. there's tons of that kind of thing. telling not showing.#asexual books#while she mentions she's ace a lot she doesn't talk about specific experiences a lot#(which is not an issue but damn i wish it would have done that with Something in the book)
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