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i just think dabi deserves to be happy and horikoshi is very clearly against that, therefore he IS my greatest enemy

i just think dabi deserves to be happy and horikoshi is very clearly against that, therefore he IS my greatest enemy

I love the way S2 showed the difference between how Jesper approaches a high-stakes situation in comparison to Wylan, specifically in the scene where they sneak into Pekka's estate by entering through an open window. Jesper practically jumps from the windowsill and then twirls his gun, whereas Wylan gently lowers himself from the windowsill before lightly dropping himself down when he's crouched close enough to the ground.

We know that Jesper thrives off chaos and spontaneity, hence why he leaps from the windowsill and immediately twirls his gun: he's diving head-first into the action. He actively seeks fights because of the thrill they bring him, because he "always felt better when people were shooting at him". You can practically see the adrenaline coursing through him.

Wylan slowly lowering himself until he's close enough to drop down is more careful and deliberate than Jesper's leap, and it shows the complete opposite: Wylan is more cautious and wary than Jesper because he doesn't thrive off the chaos of a fight. He doesn't find anything thrilling about being in a dangerous situation, especially when you consider his sheltered upbringing. (I say sheltered because, though abusive, his household never exposed him to the dangers of Barrel life. This is made clear in Crooked Kingdom when Wylan is reliving his first months in the Barrel, thinking about how "he might not have been happy at his father’s house, but he’d never had to work for anything. He’d had servants, hot meals, clean clothes. Whatever it took to survive the Barrel, Wylan knew he didn’t have it.") He doesn't want to get in trouble or get wrapped up in these sorts of situations because that's not who he wants to be - he doesn't want to be a criminal.

However, he inevitably leaps from the windowsill too (just when he's crouched low enough to do so) rather than slowly sliding off it and onto the ground, exemplifying how, despite how he doesn't want to be a criminal, he still contributes to the task at hand and gets involved in these types of situations. His hesitancy doesn’t paralyse him regardless of the fact that he doesn’t want to partake in criminal activity. Whether or not he wants to do it, this is the path he's decided to pursue and he needs to do his part.

This difference is also exemplified in the scene in S2E5 where Zoya and Tolya are recruiting the Crows for the heist to steal the Neshyenyer blade. When they offer payment for the Crows’ contributions, Jesper responds with “I like the sound of that” before taking a shot of something. In a way, it echoes the “time for a heist!” scene in season one, emphasising Jesper’s willingness to go on a heist due to the thrill it brings (as well as the prospect of a monetary reward). On the other hand, while Jesper is enthusiastically agreeing to Zoya and Tolya’s request, Wylan is giving him the bombastic side-eye due to Jesper's willingness to accept the mission without hesitation.

Again, Wylan can't fathom how someone could be so willing to go on such a mission, so he's side-eyeing Jesper in disbelief and almost disapproval but he's also not at all surprised because this is Jesper Llewellyn Fahey. Remember, Wylan doesn't thrive off adrenaline rushes the way Jesper does - he's only doing all of this because 1) his entire motivation is to "make his money, get out of town, and never speak the name Van Eck again" and 2) he pretty much has no other choice because he makes it very clear that "he would sell himself in the pleasure houses of West Stave before he’d ask for his father’s mercy".

thought i'd share pics of me n my man

yes that is in fact a kenma choker

soft dom jj talking virgin reader through it-

tears cling to your lashes, and you're quick to brush them away roughly with the heel of your hand, sniffing quietly. "i'm sorry, i just didn't expect it to hurt this much, i promise i didn't mean to."

jj coos immediately, drawing your warm jaw within his open palm and kissing at the damp curve of your cheekbone. "don't you ever apologize for that, okay? this is tough, cupcake, don't beat yourself up."

you shift around the girth of his cock, wincing at the stretch it gives to your sore walls. "ok, i think you can go again."

"atta girl," he hums in affirmation, drawing you in closer to his chest so he can once again continue his slow, steady rocking into the warmth of your cunt, making sure to gauge each reaction that flits over your pained visage. "there we go angel, yeah? you're doing such a good job. took my fingers like a champ too, didn't you? was such a pretty girl while you did it too, princess."

you preen, voyaging for a kiss that he gladly gives you, his cheeks dimpling when he grins into it. "we can stop at any time, my love. just say the word."

you shake your head, whimpering when he presses a thumb against your aching clit. "just keep going." he hums at that, pressing another kiss to your cheek. "you got it, kid. when we're done, i promise it'll start to feel good."

2:14 AM • KMG

lowercase intended.

cw: somnophilia (consensual), established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), creampie!! yum!! multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nervous gyu, whiny desperate gyu & f!reader.. they both want to please each other so bad :( neck holding? it’s kind of implied that reader is smaller than gyu, his shirt is big on her and falls off her shoulders.. .. pet names such as baby, sweetheart, pretty girl… maybe more.. i don’t know.. i got carried away

word count: 1.7k~

not proof read!!

a/n: hi!! i’m eve~ this is my first time writing smut and i’m using it as a way to get back into writing! im super excited! i haven’t written in like.. 2 years.. so be nice to me.. :[ i hope you enjoy :]

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mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.

you wouldn’t stop moving..

at first, it wasn’t that big of a deal, with you occasionally shifting in his arms.. but it started to become an issue when your ass kept pressing into him, stirring up his mind and now painfully hard cock.

small soft whimpers and whines would occasionally sneak past your lips, making it more difficult for his mind to focus on anything other than fucking you in to the mattress..

while mingyu knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.. he could tell you were actually asleep.. the movement of your hips almost seemed too calculated. are you dreaming of him?

as if on cue, he was torn from his thoughts by a broken whine of his name.. “gyu..” it almost sounded painful. desperate. you needed him, he decided. he had to help you.

with shaky hands, mingyu found himself messing with the band of your underwear underneath your his shirt. why was he so nervous?

you had discussed your sexual limits and interests early on in your relationship.. and you’ve woken him up many times to some fantastic morning head.. so why was he so nervous?

mingyu sat there, contemplating for a moment before he whispered a small “fuck it..” under his breath, one of his big hands finding its way into your underwear.

using his middle finger, he pressed it between your folds finding your clit with ease.. groaning quietly into your hair as he can feel how warm and wet you’ve become. you were definitely dreaming about him.

with a skilled digit, mingyu circled your clit. feeling your head fall back into his shoulder, he peered down at you. the moonlight from the window illuminated your face, allowing him to watch the tension in your forehead release and your lips part in satisfaction.

he dipped his finger a little lower, teasing your entrance for just a second.. adding his pointer finger as he pressed them into you. you were always so reactive, so sensitive. your back arching off of his chest slightly.

using the arm that was underneath you, he adjusted himself to pull you back against him. pumping his fingers into you skillfully, curling them every few thrusts.

your breathing became heavy and a little unsteady, body wriggling against his from pleasure. mingyu hums softly, placing wet kisses along the side of your face, lips stopping at your ear to whisper a gentle “s’okay baby.. i’ve got you” as he increased the pace of his fingers.

as the tension in your belly began to build, your eyes fluttered open.. a hand reaching to grip his forearm. “fuck..” you whined, pressing your hips down to meet his movements.

mingyu smiled against your ear.. “there she is..” he muttered, shifting himself even closer to you as he became more brutal with his pace now that you were awake.

your grip on his forearm tightened, mirroring the band of fire stretching in your lower abdomen, signaling your impending climax.

clasping your fingers around his wrist that was setting an unrelenting pace on your dripping core, your mouth drops into an o shape, a high pitched gasp escaping before silence took over for a moment..

the only noise to be heard was mingyu’s quickened breath and your squelching pussy that was gripping his fingers even tighter than you were his wrist.

as you broke the silence with a anguished whine, mingyu wouldn’t let up. he couldn’t. he wanted more. he wanted to make you cum.. again and again.. and again.

“gyu, please.. i need more. i need you.. i need you to feel good.” you begged, turning to the best of your ability to look at him with teary eyes.

really..he felt great. watching you cum because of him was all he need. but he understood. you needed him. you wanted him.

mingyu searched your eyes, slowing down his movements before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out.

despite asking him for more, you couldn’t help but whimper the loss of contact.. your hole clenching around nothing as it was desperate for more. for mingyu.

moving lazily, but skillfully.. mingyu pushes your underwear down, feeling you kick it off of your ankles beneath the blanket before following, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed.

he quickly grabs your waist, needing to feel the heat of your skin. keeping you on your side, back pressed to his chest.. mingyu grabs your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. you locked your foot behind his knee in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.

leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, mingyu began to drag his tip through your drooling folds. sucking a breath in between his teeth, resulting in a quiet, hiss like noise that went straight to your core.

whining in impatient anticipation, you pushed your hips back against him, gasping when his tip bumped your clit.

mingyu felt hot. he felt like he was burning… that feeling worsening as he felt your warm, sopping cunt engulf him.. taking inch by inch of his painfully hard cock.. like it was made for him. molded for him.

a broken mewl escapes his throat, a hand sprawled against your thigh that was propped over his own. he speaks softly in your ear, voice laced with need.

“there ya go baby..” he exhales.. “shh.. s’okay, you’re taking me so well.. god.. you’re so warm sweetheart..” he practically coos, allowing you to adjust to his size. you’ll never get used to it.

when you started moving your own hips against him, he knew you were ready, hand dragging up your body to rest heavily against your throat.

pressing into you, the arm that was underneath your body adjusts to not only stop it from falling asleep, but to grip and paw at your closest breast.. underneath the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing.

the shirt has fallen off one of your shoulders, it’s bunched up around your waist. it’s pointless for it to be there, but neither of you care to remove it.

the room is filled with heavy, hot breaths and the pornographic sound of skin slapping as he repeatedly makes contact with your ass.

you’re dripping around him.. your thighs, his thighs, covered..so much skin is glistening with your arousal.

it’s loud, the squelching of your heat that is sucking him in so greedily.. your moans, whines and whimpers. his groans, grunts and mirroring whines.

“oh.. my pretty girl.. is that better? does my baby feel better? you needed me so bad” he starts, voice laced with an almost condescending hum “practically begging for me in your sleep”

you moaned out a broken sound that was more of a “ngh” than a reply, eyes fluttering closed as you were unable to keep them open any longer. you felt so good, too good.

gripping the forearm of the hand that laid against your neck, you felt yourself becoming dangerously close.. parting your lips to speak, to warn mingyu.. but nothing was coming out but breathy gasps..

mingyu’s pace is almost inhumane, his mind is clouded with the want and need for both of you to cum. hips snapping into yours as he chases both of your climaxes.

he takes note of your attempts to speak, hand snaking down for his fingers to find and circle your clit, your body reacting strongly to the added pressure. it’s almost too much.

“i know baby.. fuck.. are you gonna cum? hm?” he hums, kissing your exposed shoulder. “gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna let me fill you up?” his tone is desperate, so desperate.. so whiny and overwhelmed. it’s only adding fuel to the fire that is erupting throughout your entire body.

pace unrelenting but becoming unsteady as he approaches his high, mingyu uses his pointer and middle finger to rub your clit until you’re practically exploding around him. a strangled moan echos in the room with the sinister sound of him fucking you so good as you reach back to grip his hip, back arching against his toned chest.

you see white as you cum, jaw dropping in a silent scream, fingers digging into the skin of his hip/ass. drool trickling down the side of your cheek, mixing with your tears that started to flow. you felt so good. so incredibly good.

mingyu whines, gripping your hip as he continues to pound your tightening, pulsating pussy.. mumbling praises as he closes in on his own high.

his bruising grip gets even tighter on your hip as he presses himself flush against your ass and body, painting your insides with hot, thick ropes of white.

hips stuttering against yours as he whimpers into your neck and shoulder, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high and pushing his cum even deeper into your warm heat.

you’re breath heavily, whining in overstimulation at his last few thrusts, your grip on him not letting up.

mingyu stills, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can reach. you stay like that for a while, catching your breath.. listening to mingyu’s sweet praises on how you’re so good to him, how pretty you are..

he pulls out with, slowly.. rubbing his length against your folds a few times to spread his cum all over you. chuckling when you whine again when he grazes your sensitive clit, attempting to move away from him.

you end your night with mingyu cleaning you up, giving you water and making you change your now sweat soiled shirt. he holds you, your body engulfed by his arms, head against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as he mumbles something about definitely needing to wash the sheets tomorrow morning before you both drift off into a comfortable sleep..

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“I would rather be young at heart and always looking for a new challenge than become some mature know-it-all. And no matter what others think, I want to be someone who stays true to himself. I want to defend what I believe in and break down the wall built of the world’s stereotypes and prejudices any time I come up against it. As an artist, I would like to become someone who can make others feel better through my music. After all, I myself have found comfort in other people’s music“- Yeonjun, “My failures made me who I am today”

i am so in love with this series

LIBBY CHRIPS ARE SO CUTE (i love the one about quinn ripping jacks off 😭) i love that luke instigated that dog pile on her!!

a taste of the past | these michigan summers

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a/n: euchre still stumps me, hence why i've elected to not go into detail about the game.

SUMMER '18

Euchre was, as Libby knew it, a way of bringing out the worst of people.

The first round wasn't too bad—she, Sam, and Dorothea were still teaching the rules to Jim and Ellen as a true rite of passage into Midwestern life. But once they'd got the hang of things, everything promptly went downhill.

Currently, Libby was teamed up with Jim while Sam was with Ellen; it only seemed fair not to lump the two knowledgeable players together, not that they would've chosen to play together anyway. Dorothea merely watched from the side with an amused smile on her red-painted lips. She knew better than to join a game of euchre with her husband and granddaughter.

"Go alone," Libby said, staring at her deck of cards. Jim set his hand down.

The round went on, and Libby couldn't hide her smirk at her grandfather's growing frustration.

Libby dealt her last card. "You just got euchred!"

Sam cursed as Libby and Jim eagerly high-fived each other. Nothing was more humbling than getting euchred. He sighed then, his hand outstretched. "Looks like the student has become the master."

Libby shook his hand with a grin.

"I still have no idea how this game works," Ellen admitted.

"Play it enough times, and it'll come to you," Dorothea replied, looking up from her knitting needles. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief; it was always there, it seemed. "Just maybe don't play with those two."

Sam and Libby's heads whipped around to stare at Dorothea with disbelieving offense marring their faces. They'd never looked more related than they did at that moment, expressions and mannerisms identical.

"Did she win?" Jack skated toward the curb.

"Hell yeah, I did!" Libby cheered.

"Great, now join us."

Libby glanced at the adults occupying the front porch. It was tempting to put on some skates and join the boys on the street, but she didn't want to leave them alone either. She enjoyed playing cards with them, even if they got too competitive—something they should've expected, considering the number of former athletes seated around the wooden table.

"Go ahead," Ellen encouraged. "How else are you gonna break those skates in?"

A grin danced across Libby's face before she went to kiss her grandfather's forehead. She hurried into the garage in search of the rollerblades Jim and Ellen had gifted her for her birthday. She didn't bother changing into them yet, knowing her skating skills were still subpar at best compared to the boys, and she would rather minimize any chances of injuring herself without the help of others beside her.

Instead, she lugged them over her shoulder and brought herself to the curb. She'd barely slipped her feet into the skates when a shadow cloaked her figure.

Libby tilted her chin up, meeting the greens of Quinn's eyes.

He didn't say anything as he knelt in front of her, setting his hockey stick and gloves aside. He gently tugged one of her legs toward him by her calf, and Libby gulped at the searing feeling it left when his hand moved down to her skates. His nimble fingers worked deftly to tie the laces together.

"Is that okay?" Quinn asked quietly after looping the ends into a bow.

Libby nodded, and he went to tie the other skate. He was all too aware of the eyes watching them, but he was even more conscious of the pair of blue ones in front of him, how they left his heart thrashing against his ribs, how they made it that much harder to breathe.

"I can feel you staring," he said, lifting his gaze.

"Would you rather I didn't?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

Quinn didn't say anything for a moment before quietly admitting, "No."

Libby smirked before extending her hands out. "Help me up?"

He wasted no time helping her to her feet while collecting his stick and gloves. Quinn watched her skate toward his brothers without much trouble, and that was enough to tell him she had been practicing over the years if that time he saw her first skating was anything to go by. He supposed living in Michigan made it that much easier for Jack, Luke, and Alex to pester her into joining them so they would have even numbers.

They would never know about the skates hanging in her closet in Mississippi, though.

Luke handed Libby a spare hockey stick and a set of gloves, and she grabbed them. Already, without anything being said, they knew they would team up. It wasn't a game of hockey if Libby and Luke weren't paired up together.

The moment the puck dropped, it was as though all caution was thrown to the wind. Jack had pulled Libby back by her shirt to keep her from reaching the puck; she retaliated by giving a gentle tap to where the sun didn't shine with the knob of her stick. Luke had checked Quinn, allowing Libby to score. And at some point, Libby started chirping at Quinn and Jack.

"Yeah, and y'all are supposed to be good?" when she scored, sticking her tongue out.

"That's fuckin' sexist!" when Jack scored.

"Coward!" when Quinn avoided bumping into her.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm older!" when either Jack or Quinn would chirp back.

"Oh, do better," when their shot was blocked by Luke.

"Couldn't get your one brain cell to work?" when Jack tripped over himself, despite tripping over herself on numerous occasions.

"Oh, bet you wish I still had my braces, don't you?" when she dangled Quinn.

There was only so much backtalk either Jack or Quinn could take before they dropped their gloves and sticks to tackle Libby to the ground (though they were still careful enough to make sure she didn't hit her head on the way down).

"Oh, my God!" Jim shot out of his seat, and Sam's guffaws ripped through the air.

"Keep the injuries to a minimum," Dorothea said, scanning the cards in her hand. "We've got enough medical bills to pay."

Libby pretended like the comment didn't have her shoulders stiffening as she slithered her hand out from under the pile of boys to give her grandmother a thumbs up.

"LiLi pile!" Luke flopped on top of his brothers, and Libby groaned at the added weight.

"Cat got your tongue now, Sissy?"