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My heart goes out to the Irish in these trying times. May you not contract alcohol poisoning from celebrating the news
embrace
Briony Marshall (Peaceful embrace or the melting of boundaries), Stephan Sinding (To Mennesker), Gustav Vigeland (Kiss), William Zorach (Embrace), Antonio Canova (Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss)
not to me. not if it’s you.
― Anne Carson (Euripides), Dead Poets Society (Final Script), Extraordinary Attorney Woo (Ep. 10), Anne Carson (H of H Playbook)
HQ men + loving moments during sex
ft. bokuto, suna, kuroo, semi, oikawa
a/n: pls okay i’ve never done a format like this but i had this idea so why not ?? i tried to proofread it but … i couldnt focus lmfao so pls ignore any mistakes </3 and enjoy ur faves being utterly in love with you
♡‧₊˚ cw: mentions of breeding, oral (fem!receiving), implied overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, these men are simps for you, okay?<3
bokuto:
usually sex with bokuto fast and rough, due to his size and the sheer amount of force he can emit. sometimes, he just needed to slow down and hold you close. like tonight — the two of you were cuddling and after you rubbed your ass against him one too many times, one thing easily led to another. bokuto had his strong arms wrapped securely around you, spooning you as he slowly but deeply thrusted into you. there wasn’t a breath of space between your bodies, bokuto pulling you closer to him as he continued to plunge his cock into your drooling cunt. he always got so lost in pleasure as you squeeze so deliciously around him, coaxing him to bury himself as far as he can go so he could properly breed you. but he wanted to hold out, draw it out for as long as possible. he relished in how close he was to you, running his hands all over your beautiful body. his lips ghosted your ears, murmuring the softest praises into your ears. he cherished you so much, you were the one that grounded him, gave him hope, gave him motivation. he couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. he’s so happy when he’s with you and he wants you to know just how much he adores you as his thrusts drive home in your fluttering cunt.
“love you s’much, never wanna let you go baby”
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My Home Screen for ✨autumn✨ (yes I did change all my Spotify playlist icons so the fit the vibe)
When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.
You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.
“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”
“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.
“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”
“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”
“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.
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You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.
When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.
It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.
“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.
“I just wanna be there.”
You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.
“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)
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Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.
He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.
“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.
“Don’t talk to me.”
He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.
“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.
“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.
“Don’t ignore me!”
“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”
You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.
“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.
“Don’t be an ass.”
“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.
She's a ten but she wants to turn into a nymph and live in an enchanted, ethereal meadow with a magical lake.
hi there, I love the blog! I realize this is a super weird and specific question but is there any media out there which depicts creatures or entities that resonate stronly with you as being analogous to the Fae Folk despite not actually being meant to represent them? sorry if that's confusing!!
It is a bit strange, and quite specific, but I believe I understand what you're asking, and I actually think it's a pretty neat question. So many possibilities flow through my head that it's very hard for me to pin any one of them down, though, so I think I'll just mention the first thing that came to mind.
There is an anime called Mushishi I watched once upon a time, which essentially follows a sort of wandering Faery Doctor through the wilds of 19th century Japan as he finds and helps people with his skills. In this story, the spirits are called "Mushi", and one who deals with them is called a "Mushishi" (hence the title.) There definitely aren't any references to the Fair Folk as they are known through a European lens, but I remember thinking that the spirirts being dealt with by the protagonist felt more accurately akin to the Fae and their nature than the majority of the media I've seen referencing Them.
Any of my followers who have their own answer to this question are more than welcome to reblog with their own response!
OHH I GOT A GOOD ANGST ONE INSPIRED BY ALL THE KAMADO SLANDER!
What if during their missions the hero befriends this pack of hitsuian zoarks and zoras?
They have helped this pack many times during their missions and the pack has grown to care for their dear human friend.
But when you get banished hell has frozen over and what if you were seriously hurted during the banishment?
On top of the mountain everyone even thoughs who helped you will see an illusion of you dying body as the leader of the pack inches towards kamado scarring him for his actions!
Enjoy my fuckery!
Reader is gender neutral, the only she is the alpha Zoroark. Mentions of blood but nothing descriptive.
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You don’t know what you did to deserve being banished, you only did what you were told.
No matter who stood up for you, they were instantly silenced to threatened with war, and that wasn’t something you wanted for any of those you still care for.
You didn’t know what else to do.
You weren’t given the chance to pack your things, or anything at all really, just whatever you had on you at the time.
The clans nor their leaders could help you.
So you wondered around, trying to find something, anything that could help you prove you innocence.
That drive lead you to the Alabaster Icelands.
Snowpoint temple seemed old enough to carry some secrets, maybe you could find something there?
While you set up your own little campsite in a cave you hear something, a curious sounding whine before it morphs into a happy yip.
Looking behind you, you see a little zoura you helped a while ago, if the cut out of their ear was anything to go by.
“Hey little buddy.”
You coo softly, but the small Pokémon senses something wrong, letting out a small whine, more zouras show up.
Ah, it’s the entire pack you’ve helped over the months.
You remember healing them when you found them and handing them back to a very angry and cautious alpha.
Speaking of, a louder, deeper grumble greets you.
The other zouras and Zoroarks of the pack form a soft circle around you, just as the alpha Zoroark makes her appearance.
“Hello to you too mama.”
The family looks at you, all letting out various sad or comforting sounds. The larger Zoroark curls around you, in an effort to keep you warm.
“Thank you.”
It’s funny being held like this. Your thoughts begin to tumble and before you know you, you’re sobbing into the fluffy mane of the Zoroark around you.
You cried your heart out to the whining pack, venting about all that has happened.
Your banishment.
You betrayal.
Your heartache.
They left it all.
The alpha Zoroark rubbed her cheek against your, wrapping herself up in your scarf before moving away. She stood up, speaking to her children before most of the zoroarks left, not without giving you a nuzzle.
One Zoroark was left to keep watch over you and the zouras.
You cried a little more, hugging and cuddling with your new family before falling asleep, surrounded by their fluffy warmth.
You sleep safe and protected, completely unaware of what is yet to come.
The pack of zoroarks quickly move in towards the village.
The have arrived by the next night.
The alpha looks down at the scarf you have yet to notice she took.
They hurt her pup.
They left her pup abandoned in the wilderness to suffer the same fate as her.
They will not be forgiven.
The meeting between the commander and clan leaders was dragging on.
It was late but no progress was being made.
Kamado sighs at Irida and Adaman’s stubbornness, the two were still upset about his ruling over you.
“It’s been almost a week! No one as heard from them, let alone see them!” Adaman’s patience is wearing thin.
“What if something happened to them? These lands aren’t exactly kind.”
Irida was worried, she heard from Lian that the day of you banishment you asked for her, but due to Kamado’s orders he couldn’t help and you left.
You are her dear friend, she hopes you’re safe.
Adaman’s anger is only to mask his fear, Irida is right, these lands aren’t kind, and with you by yourself, with no guards or professor on the look out for you, who knows what could happen.
The door to the side suddenly flings open.
A powerful burst of malicious pressure forcing it open.
Red claws grip the door frame, the Zoroark lowers herself to enter the office.
Before any made a move the gasp.
That’s your scarf, that’s your galaxy uniform scarf that you never took off.
Slowly the Zoroark morphs into you, a blood stained you.
“…..hero?” Irida’s voice breaks, her hands over he mouth with tears stinging her eyes.
Adaman and Kamado stand shocked and horrified at the realization.
It’s you.
“Why did you do this to me?” It’s your voice, it sounds so uncanny.
Your eyes however stay that stark yellow, glaring down the commander.
“I-I didn’t!- I-“
“I will give you a fate like mine.”
The threes face’s paled, neither clan leader’s teams were strong enough to take on such a strong, angry foe.
A part of them didn’t want to. It was you after all, you had every right to be angry.
They stare at the Zoroark’s illusion. It had to be you, the creature had your scarf after all.
You didn’t seem to have any open injuries, but the blood showed just where you were hit.
Adaman felt like puking at the thought of your pain.
With all the commotion, Cyllene and Laventon burst in.
Laventon’s loud cry startled the Zoroark, bringing her attention toward the other door.
Was that your pack mate you spoke fondly of?
“Everyone get back! Abra!”
Ah these the strict one you spoke of as well.
She lunges, breaking her illusion and going for Kamado’s throat.
But Abra teleports him out of the room just in time.
With a loud snark and howl, the village echoes in several howls.
“If you hadn’t banished them this wouldn’t be happening!”
“How was I suppose to know they’d be killed and turned into THAT!?”
“Are you so closed off you don’t see the world you live in anymore!?”
Kamado argues with Irida and Adman, he didn’t think this would happen.
“Enough! We need to take ever safety precaution we have. Zoroarks are dangerous, we won’t know who’s one until they slip up.”
Cyllene quickly takes over the situation.
“Lock down the village and get everyone inside this building state!”
“Yes ma’am!” Galaxy guards run out to round everyone up, alarms are being signaled and the lock down commences.
Hours into the lock down, well into the next morning, everything seems fine.
Kamado spent most of it dealing with the villagers, ignoring the harsh glares being sent his way by the other leaders, Cyllene, and Laventon.
His mind only replaying what happened yesterday.
You couldn’t be dead…could you? Though why else would a pack of zoroarks come to his village? They always stay in the Icelands.
The realization that he had a hand in your demise, seeing a ghostly you, so angry at him.
It made his heart sink.
The commander does his best to make sure that side door stays locked up tight. He always checks to make sure it stays that way, in fear it’ll open and you’ll be standing there, ready to finish the job.
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With food secured and their mother’s actions done, the pack heads back to their den.
The alpha lets out a soft coo at the sight of you playing with the other pups.
“Oh! Welcome back.”
You holy in surprise when each Zoroark drops human food by you.
“Is that what y’all left for?”
You look at them confused as she nudges you towards it.
“Well, thank you!” You gave some of them some pets before eating some of the food.
Looking over to the mother of the pack you chuckle.
“I was wondering where my scarf went, though you can keep it, it matches you!”
Your chuckle turns into a laugh as she licks your face, fully trying to give you a bath.
Maybe staying here won’t be so bad.
i've been rotating this man in my mind like a rotisserie chicken
proshippers dni. i want you gone
so, who’s the clingiest?
achilles: [sitting on patroclus’ lap, twirling his black curl around his finger while nuzzling into his neck]
achilles: patroclus, obviously
i hope patroclus and achilles are juggling figs and going swimming together in the afterlife
Kuroo, to Kenma: If your eyes start hurting, what you've got to do is lay down, and close them for a while... now that's a sexy little maneuver that those in the medical field like to call "sleep."
if it makes you happy
then it’s not a waste of time