#pls someone

[siriusblackisalive]

can someone write fluff for kurt kunkle? sometimes i just want a cute story about my sweet, pathetic little loser but his tags are filled with smut LIKE LOOK AT THIS FACE? HE’S BABY

[justafanaticalhuman]

Imagine Shen Yuan (pre-transmigration) is oh so sickly in his penthouse apartment and one of his big brothers had apparently read that a massage spa experience could perhaps be healing for him, as SY has been quite wound and stressed up for a bunch of different reasons (he missed the merch drop of a very cool Miku figure and now all the scalpers have them all!! He’s viciously trying to get his hands on it in a totally normal and definitely not frantic way, but he is NEVER letting his brothers know about this obsession over a vocaloid).

So his da-ge comes and visits him and swears he won’t leave until SY agrees that he’ll see a masseur or go to the spa, come on didi just give in already ffs please relax!! your gege can SEE how tense you are!!

SY caves mostly to get back to finding that goddamn figurine at a REASONABLE price, but also bc yeah. his back does hurt a bit, and ok he doesn’t want his family to worry about him ok? He’s in his 20s, it’s embarrassing! A full grown man, worrying his poor siblings like this.. heurgh!!

Except SY is, well. He’s not proud to admit this but he’s a little bit lazy. So he doesn’t really want to leave his apartment to go hunting for a spa, and hey! What’s more relaxing than his own apartment, hmmm? It has everything he likes! And he recalls his meimei saying something about a home visit for a masseur?

He was a bit confused after the whole talk bc she had burst into his apartment one day uninvited whilst he was (totally platonically!) cuddling a full body pillow of LBH, and yeah sure LBH was only in his undergarments BUT it wasn’t his damn fault that all the fans and merch of PIDW is needlessly horny come on! Stupid Airplane, ptooey ptooey, why is all your merch NSFW!!

Anyway his meimei had stammered out something about being ready to hear any news or anything he wanted to tell her blah blah, and she had a friend who knew this come at home … massage… service where you just had to give them a call… just in case SY is too scared to put himself out there and blah blah — ok so he was lost pretty much at the start of the conversation but… he wasn’t a shut in!! He could totally go out meimei, but why would he want to when he has everything he could need delivered to him??

But still, she had seemed uncharacteristically nervous but earnest so. So he shoots her a text about that massage service and hey! She responds super fast with a bunch of glittery rainbow hearts, telling him how proud she is that he feels comfortable coming to her about this and… yeah he’s still lost but whatever. He has this phone number now!

He trusts his meimei’s recommendations so he doesn’t bother checking the website about their services, despite the slightly… sultry?? name?? maybe it was part of making you relaxed??? Well. he makes a call. The guy on the phone seems a bit confused at first, but SY explains how his back is in pain and he needs someone thorough but gentle to massage him deeply and help him relax and all the confusion clears up!! So he organises himself an at-home spa day; decides to not make the poor guy bring all his oils and everything (he’ll just order them, especially if he decides to have a massage again with the same company! see look at him thinking ahead!!); texts his da-ge that he will have a nice relaxing treatment; and pats himself on the back for a job well done

The day finally comes, SY has been anxiously transforming his living room into something he can be uh serviced in,, and then there’s a knock at his door and he opens! the door! to come!! FACE TO FACE!! WITH A FIRM WARM BARELY COVERED CHEST?!!?!

He swallows harshly adjusts his glasses then ushers the poor guy in.. meimei, what is this?? Does the spa you recommend pay their employees enough?? the poor guy!! Can he afford to wear proper clothes?! The man is practically shivering!! He looks up to meet what must be the most handsome face he’s ever seen.. seriously! this guy could fit in for Luo Binghe any day!! SY realises he’s been staring at Luo Binghe2.0’s face and chest for a bit TOO long to be normal, harshly clears his throat and asks for this hunky muscular dreamboat man’s name and… “Black Lotus”, huh ok ok! A non-name, maybe it’s part of their service?? Whatever whatever please make yourself more comfortable haha oh god

Some part of SY’s rich-boy upbringing kicks in and he remembers to be a host and not a gormless freak so he offers some tea after ushering ‘Black Lotus’ to his set up living room, anxiously telling him about some of his back problems and just blurting things out whilst feeling uncomfortably flustered bc. Oh god he has not been a gracious host and he can just FEEL his mother’s disappointment ok!! No other reason hahaha. Right?

He is just turning back around to thrust some massage oil bottles to his hardworking guest when he sees him getting MORE naked, squeals, drops the bottles, and scurries backwards saying god knows what. The LBH2.0 (oh god he can’t call him that can he?!) stops then asks what he’s here for. SY squeaks out a hastily drawn together explanation, heart pumping OVERTIME.

Again! Meimei! What is this! Is he meant to die from stress or relax!! your gege is NEVER taking a recommendation from you again!!!!!!

LBH2.0 (oh god his nickname has stuck around) has frozen before smoothly covering himself with to his still-immodest-but-more-modest clothing enough that SY can recuperate and explain more calmly

He lays down on his chaise, and then lets himself be taken care of

————

Luo Binghe has been having quite the month. He woke up immediately tensing to fight, for his newest wife and conquest had poisoned him with something new something.. he groaned unable to remember what had happened after their coupling but… something isn’t quite right? He stares down at the bed, thumbing the warm and oddly soft covers and… that’s not a beautiful flower that is a MAN?? Luo Binghe has lain with many a woman? Many a different body but he had never once lain with a man.

Not out of lack of want but the opportunity simply never.. came up? He almost managed to with that other Shizun before that pathetic runt had came and ruined his chances but — he relaxes his hands mindful of the soft flesh lying under him, he has a man under him.

He takes notice of his surroundings moving to get up, receiving a grunt from the body, and a murmur that he “shouldn’t worry, the money has been paid and his clothes are where he left them on the chair”

He leaves, thumbing through his clothes’ contents and pockets (and wtf were these clothes?? what was this body’s — and it was someone else’s despite how identical it was to his own reason for wearing such skimpy clothing?? with no weapons?) finding what appeared like some type of document with information on himself

He somehow gets his way home, before the mysterious black rectangle that lit up (a new lighting array?? Fascinating), vibrating softly. He accidentally presses on some green icon, and a voice can be heard and and. Oh! Ok this starts to sound familiar ok. He has to go and help this man “relax” and whatever. Sure.

He sits at the desk, marvelling at the simple room, exploring all the buttons and… he makes a discovery.

He, that is to say, this new body, is some kind of at home brothel worker? He sighs, it’s not harming him but he appears to be quite popular amongst the… male clientele? He hunkers down, intent on learning EVERYTHING about this universe.

The day comes. He has his.. client’s… address, he knows what he needs to do and.. he almost can’t wait to finally taste some of the willing flesh of a man, to see what that other lesser him was on about and. The door is abruptly opened up to him and he freezes

The man looks soft, frail, and unmistakably like his old Shizun. He feels some murderous intent, before furiously shutting the lid on that. HE has the upper hand here, he is the one that will gain money from this pale imitation of his shizun’s lechery.. he… he blinks down at this lithe spectacled man, and sees him ogling his uncovered chest. Something inside him preens.

He is hastily moved and shoved inside, only half-listening to the rambling in front of him and he hears this soft man mumbling something about his sore back. Humming, he decides to play along, and ignores the rustling and clinking of what is no doubt oils being procured, choosing to unclothe further

Somehow that is the wrong choice. LBH freezes at the shriek that reaches his ears and the hasty explanations growing more disorganised but louder and insistent and… he decides to spare the red face of his non-Shizun. He pulls his clothes to their prior appearance and settles to give this man a massage.

Ok yeah this is all I have LMAO I’m not a fic writer I can’t think of anything else here lmao someone better gifted than me pls pick this up or if there’s a fic with this premise lemme know so I can devour it pls pls pls

[kyhemis]

When Dennis's date stands him up, he stays at the pub despite the embarrassment of the stares he gets. He orders some beers and the cheapest burger on the menu. At least that's good. He goes out for a smoke, and the last thing he expects to see is Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbott arriving together, looking so casual. They seem surprised to see him there too, and Dennis feels uncomfortable until they start insisting he join them. They don't give up, even with his defenses that he was already leaving, and Dennis ends up going in. He watches them eat, feeling embarrassed and spoiled by the expensive drinks they buy him, but even more so by the bartender's gaze on him.

When Abbott and Robby go to the bathroom (and end up making some out, not that Dennis knows), he approaches them a little.

— You're quick, kid.

— What?

— Being dumped on a date and meeting two hot old men on the same night? I respect that.

— No! No, my god, they're my bosses.

The bartender laughs at his naiveté, and Dennis is incredulous at his attitude, his face flushed.

— They certainly don't seem to see you as just a subordinate. In fact, I think they'd bend you to their will as soon as they could."

The embarrassment is overwhelming, and Dennis stammers. The bartender places a drink in front of him.

— On the house, kid.

Dennis buries his face in the glass to hide his embarrassment. And that's what they see when they get closer: Dennis receiving a drink from a somewhat charming guy who smiles at him. Of course, they spend the rest of the night glued to Dennis to send a message. And the poor guy needs to take a deep breath to avoid a heart attack.

.

Angst.

Dennis knows Robby likes to be touched. The man made that very clear on the first day. So when he got involved with him and Abbot, he touched him whenever he could. Of course, with Abbot it was different. During sex there was no problem, but Dennis avoided touching him afterward, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. It's just sex after all, for them, even if Dennis wants more. Robby and Dennis might have some deeper feelings, but Abbott certainly doesn't. Right? Wrong.

When things start to cool down between the three, a subtle distancing from Abbott – Jack – that leaves Robby frowning and Dennis watching him, he realizes they made a mistake. Abbot likes the touch, he really does, but in a different way after sex and in public.

They decide to reward him.

The position? Robby lying against the headboard. Jack on top of him, feeling his chin on the top of his head. And Dennis in front of Jack.

Dennis traces his body and every part of it. He spends special time massaging the stump of his leg with soft kisses. He gently dominates, always looking at Jack to make sure everything is alright. Robby prepares him, starting with one finger and increasing until he is breathless and mesmerized. Then he slips inside him. Dennis rides him. Slowly, with a controlled rhythm, kissing his neck, stroking his chest, tracing the hairs down to his stomach and the happy trail on his belly with his nails, pulling gently. They don't use a condom, and it's the first time this has happened between them. Being doctors and knowing the risks, but Jack deserves it and he wants it, so he gets it.

All this time, Robby whispers things about them, dirty, depraved, loving, all kinds of things.

This night is about Jack. Making sure he feels good with the touch. When the sex is over, they act with the kind of touch he likes.

The phantom pain in his leg usually increases after the endorphins wear off, and skin-to-skin contact tends to increase this, his discomfort, due to the sensitivity. So, instead, they cover him with a thin sheet, so as not to irritate his skin, and lie on top of the sheet, one on each side. And when Jack regains his senses, Dennis and Robby intertwine their hands over his covered stomach, playfully teasing the fabric and engaging in casual conversation about breakfast.

It's not all suddenly resolved, but this is a great start. They both like, they love, the tender smile on Jack's face. And neither of them minds repeating a night like this. With him almost submissive. Even though they also love the dominant Jack. It's always good to let loose, and Jack, again, will always get what he wants from them, and sometimes he wants his troubled boy to set the pace while touching him so dirty and so good, while his man dismantles him with words and a different kind of touch. Their hands have different textures. Robby's are calloused from his profession and age, Dennis's too, from being a farm boy, but they are softer.

He loves these differences.

[weralika]

also can someone write a fic where Andrew and Neil break up and they respectively go to their best friends except they share a best friend.

Kevin tries to make time for them and now he has to have two times more of that because he knows a&n aren't on speaking terms and he tries to be considerate. he makes full schedule and all, says to each of them 'im only free on on this this and this day, don't bother me outside of your schedule'

and everything works untill Neil tries to kiss him one day (does he succeed?) and shortly after that Andrew says 'if you'll keep your mouth shut about it, I might as well fuck you on that couch' and oh Kevin likes how soft his designer couch is.

[mikaxblog]

guys does anyone know who wrote that one jjk sukuna fic it was inspired by "no i am not a human" and i can't find it it's KILLING ME. there was only one part the last time i saw it but i need to find ts

[leonkennedy4ever]

Can I please get an edit of kataang with the song

"You're in the air im in the water, nobody's son, nobody's daughter "

Like cmon, let me cry a little bit

[vividstrangers]

Please please please someone make a RE2 zombie!Leon x Reader fanfic.

I saw some fan art of him and it’s been stuck in my head for dayssssss