#he deserves to be praised

[laughtalelogs]

Cuddles with Sanji

Sanji reminded you of the a summer breeze. Gentle touches that were as soft as wind sent a shiver down your spine for a fleeting second, but were quickly subverted by the warm front of his embrace. You felt a pepper of rain, as tears fall from the crystal blue skies, their clouds parting to exalt you. You felt the ground beneath you. The security you felt was overwhelming and his gravity pulled you impossibly closer, the heat between you addicting.

Your heart ached and your own tears threatened to spill. Your fingers dug deep into the flesh of his arms where he cradled you. Your chest tightened as a selfish thought pushed its way to the front of your mind. You wished to dig your heels into the earth, anything to be closer to him. A shower of praise fell on your forehead as you raised your head up to the heavens, his voice parting the clouds of your mind.

“You are beautiful, my love, I am eternally indebted to you,” the sun coos, its rays casting a warmth on your face that creeped up from your neck and prickled your ears. You didn’t dare look up, scared to be blinded by his brilliance. You pressed your lips into his neck, feeling his heart beat frantically underneath his pale skin.

“..I love you Sanji,” is all you can conjure, your gratitude too great to put into words. You let yourself sink further into the heat of his body. How could you ask for more, when he gave you the world?

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first time as a full-fledged adult trying to write fanfiction. I think I might continue?? I have a lot of free time rn and a couple ideas for more sanji stuff and zoro stuff too! pls stay tuned and if u have anyone else you’d like to see lmk! :)

[vinniesasslicker1]

I did it again…

[annabethchase06]

Jason Grace was needed by the fandom because among all the troublemakers, sarcastic frats, dyslexic students and hyperactive kids who related with Percy, Leo and other demigods, there were some of us who loved discipline, studying and who constantly worked under the growing weight of people's expectations just because they were good at something.

There were some of us who excelled at academics, some who liked being organized instead of messy, and some who liked discipline over casual behaviour. And just when we thought that maybe we couldn't relate to any demigod – Jason emerged as our ray of sunshine.

Jason taught us it's as okay and cool to be disciplined and perfect as it is to be messy and lacky. Let's give our boy all the love he deserves because he made a huge difference in so many people's lives.

JASON GRACE YOU'RE LOVED

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[srapsodia]

Maaaaan, that was close...

[neo--queen--serenity]

Maomao’s opinions on Gaoshun:

Maomao’s opinions on Jinshi:

[jez-bez]

Everybody a round of applause for Bas

because that man acted his heart out WOW

the sheer emotion, the disbelief, the insanity

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

[summonedbunny]

Its very awkward when your child attends the same school as your most hated enemy's child. Even more so when the two kids are best friends. ( ◡̀_◡́)

[ikarakie]

the first time wayne meets steve is actually far before the events of '86. in fact, it's in winter of '85.

he's on his way back from work when he pops a tire. he's pissed off, it's cold, still dark, and the beginnings of fucking snow are falling around him, and he doesn't have a spare. the nearest payphone is probably three miles walk, and he's just readying himself to make the journey when, miraculously, a pair of headlights turn onto the back road.

the car slows to a stop behind wayne's, and he's struck by how fucking nice it is. a brown bmw 733i, one he thinks he's seen around a couple times. when the driver steps out, he realises that, yes, he has seen this car. because the boy behind the wheel is the harrington boy, and wayne curses every god out there.

he expects some snark. a good attitude and for the kid to make him grovel for help or outright deny any assistance. instead, he approaches with these wide bambi eyes, the absolute picture of concern.

"are you alright, sir?" he asks, perfectly polite. wayne huffs.

"popped a tire, ain't got a spare." he doesn't- doesn't know why he's telling him. really doesn't. but something about the kid makes him falter, makes his steely exterior give way ever so slightly. the boy crouches down to the tire in question, frowning as he inspects it. then nods, grinning. he says nothing to wayne as he heads back to his car, and for moment he thinks the kid's gonna leave him in the dirt. but, instead, he pops the trunk and hauls out a spare, rolls it over to the car.

wayne only watches, fascinated, as he jogs back to retrieve a little set of tools. sits his ass by his tire and starts going at it. he's in a thin, short sleeved tshirt and jeans. he must be fucking freezing- wayne is, and he's got a thick coat, gloves and a hat on.

"what're you doin', boy?" he asks, unable to sound anything but bewildered. the kid blinks at him.

"changing your tire, sir?"

"i ain't got anything to pay you back with." wayne warns, wary. the kid shrugs, continues his task.

"that's okay, i wasn't going to ask you to." he pulls the popped tire off and lays it by his side. "it's just a good thing we have the same size, huh?" he grins, a little shy. wayne has never felt so thrown off in his life.

was this really james and cynthia harrington's boy? would someone of those people's blood really sit in the cold to change a strangers tire? expecting nothing in return? "where's your layers, kid? it's cold as ass out here, you'll catch a chill."

"oh, i gave it to my friend." seriously? seriously? "i'm alright sir, not to worry." he says this despite his red cheeks and reddening knuckles.

he finishes fitting the tire a second or two later, and once he's inspected it, gives wayne an endearingly dorky thumbs up. it reminds him of eddie in all the best ways. "all done, sir!" he collects up all his tools and threads an arm through the hole of the tire, balancing it on his shoulder. "i'll take this for you, i have to drive by the junkyard anyways." he doesn't. wayne knows the harrington's live in loch nora, and that's the opposite goddamn direction.

"you really a harrington?" he asks, not missing the confusion and maybe even slight disappointment he's met with. "just- no offence, son, but i always thought they were nothin' but bad." he deflates even more, if possible. "how did they raise such a kind boy?"

it's such a sudden change, how quickly he's smiling, bright enough to light the damn road if he wanted. it's all bashful and excited, it makes wayne wonder if he's never heard a good word about himself in his life, which seems insane.

"i still got a bit of an asshole gene," he jokes, a little dry, "but i'm trying to be better, you know?" he motions to the tire. "if you can help, why shouldn't you?"

wayne wants to squeeze him, but refrains. thanks him a couple times over and forces the boy to take his hat before he goes, (despite his complaints). harrington bids him farewell and a safe drive home, and he's driving off before either realise they never learnt each other's names.

(wayne finds his out later, though, when eddie meets him at the door, worried that he's late. only after he's walked his nephew through the story three times and sworn up and down, yes, it was true, and yes, it was definitely harrington. steve harrington.

when they meet again after '86, in eddie's hospital room, that boy from all that time ago holding his nephew's hand, he does give him that hug. thanks him, for both this time and the last.

steve wears the hat in winter of '86. it makes wayne smile.)

[nanaslutt]

Choso in the new episode hngh

choso x reader with a praise kink when 🙁

I love you omg 😝

YOU GET ME NONNIE I LOVE YOU<333

contains: fem reader, switch!choso, soooo much praise, fluff, oral(r!receiving), riding choso’s face, dirty talk, choso cums in his pants, pussydrunk!choso, he doesn’t know he has a praise kink (till now heh), choso isn’t super experienced but he’s dabbled in the art of cunnilingus :p

edit: rereading is important ladies n gentleman…..u said reader w a praise kink………i will make another shortly GOMENASORRY LMAO, pls enjoy regardless for now :3

MDNI

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he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, heels digging into his rippling back when he peppers little kisses on the most sensitive part of your thighs, silky black hair out of his signature buns, elegant strands opting to spread out atop your thighs

you’re twitching and gasping in his hold when his tongue darts out from behind his lips to aid in sucking the skin of your inner thigh, leaving purple hickeys in his trail towards your dripping cunt

“feels ‘s good choso” you whine at the feeling of his lips suction cupping to your skin, head perched up on a pillow to give yourself a better view of him about to absolutely devour your pussy,

his cock twitches in his pants when your praise reaches his ears, humming into your leg and shutting his eyes as he continues scattering little kisses in his wake

bringing your lithe fingers to his hair and running them over his scalp, soft strands sliding between your fingers when you start to caress his head,

he relishes in the feeling, tipping into your palm and cracking his eyes open, he quickly glanced at you before zeroing his focus on your cunt

practically glistening with slick under the fluorescent lights, he licked his lips and groaned at the sight, “can i taste you, please?” he asks so sweetly, directing his pretty eyes back to you, mouth watering at what’s about to come when you smile and nod at him,

your hands coming down to collect the hair around his face that’s at risk at getting all wet from your sloppy pussy, bringing the hair up and gripping the tufts of hair gently on top of his head,

choso feeling tingly and light headed at the feeling, he dips his head down between your legs, arms gripping around your appendages wrapped around his neck, digging his thick fingers into the fat of your thighs,

he darts his tongue out, letting out a groan when he registers the taste of you, wasting no time in burying his face deeper, starting to make out with your pussy messily,

“c-choso!” you whimper out, “ohmygod right there- f-uck!” head falling back against the pillow that cradles the side of your head, choso whimpering loud as he watches you,

hips moving without his permission into the matress underneath him, pressing his neglected cock into the sheets below at the intense arousal he was feeling from your words, eyesbrows scrunching together while he stared intently at your face, continuing his ministrations on your pussy

his dark eyes rolling back every time you cried out affirmations of the stimulation he was providing, or curses of his name when his strong tongue pressed just right against your clit,

he’s done this once or twice, but he never remembered a time where he felt like he does now, just from giving his partner head. of course he enjoys making his partner feel good, but something you were doing was making him feel like he was drunk, and he thinks he was figuring out what it was

“right here?” he encourages you, testing his theory by trying to get you to speak again when the tip of his tongue draws little circles against your clit, sucking the bud between his lips, flicking it up and down, and catching it gently between his teeth while making strong eye contact with you, eyes still scrunched together looking for approval when you finally speak again,

“y-yeah, ur mouth feels so fucking g-good choso” you stutter out, gripping the tuffs of hair between your fingers harshly as you start to grind your hips against his mouth, clit bumping his pointed nose at your ministrations,

he lets you manhandle him, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head back and forth adding to your pleasure, cock leaking through his pants and into the bed, humping faster, feeling so fucked out as he allows you to fuck his face,

“just like that!” you whine when he starts flicking his tongue into you, trying to match your sloppy thrusts against the bottom of his face,“choso p-please don’t fucking stop,” you finished,

he had absolutely no intentions of stopping, ears ringing and brain feeling foggy at your words, internal monologue repeating yesyesyes over and over in his brain every time your words echoed in his head, sending electricity through his body, fueling his efforts to make you feel even better,

“p-please keep talking,” he mumbles, squeezing your thighs wrapped snug around his head, still unsure of what exactly you’re saying that’s making him feel so dizzy, only knowing that the feeling increases when you speak,

you slow the roll of your hips and smile fondly down at the large, usually intimidating man underneath you, previous description not being applicable even slightly in this scenario as he looked at you like a puppy looks at their owner, eyes downturned, looking expectantly at you as he sucked on your pussy,

“you like when i praise you cho’?” catching on quick at what his request was referring to, “does it make you your cock leak when i tell you how fucking good you’re doing?” he swears he just had a brain orgasm when you finished your sentence,

groaning deep and long into your wetness, your body jerking forward at the intense vibration, smiling at his eyes rolling back before you continue, “no one’s e-ever made me feel this good before,” you stutter out, wanting him to get as drunk as possible on your words,

his tongue picks up at this, moaning out a “mhmm?” questioningly straight into your clit when he sucks on it, tongue quickly sliding down to push inside the ring of your cunt, slurping messily as he fucks his tongue in and out of you, swallowing everything you give him

hands using the grip on his hair for leverage as you hump your hips on his mouth faster now, stimulating your clit against his nose once more, “you look so good between me legs you know t-that?” you try to maintain the confidence in your voice, proving to be difficult as his curling tongue and messy technique brought you quickly towards your impending orgasm,

he tries to nod, moans of confirmation severally muffled as he tried to let you know he hears you, loud and clear

chin tickling the inside of your thigh as his jaw opens and closes rapidly against you, fucking his tongue as deep into your tight hole as he can manage, practically making out with your pussy when he feels your legs start to crush his head,

his own hips against the soft mattress matching the pace of your thrusts against his face as he uses the information on his tongue to try and imagine how your pussy squeezing around his thick cock would feel,

would you want to ride him? choke him out, maybe let him suck on your fingers while you rocked back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis, using him like your personal sex doll? or would you want him to shove your head into the mattress, strong hands keeping a hold on your hips as he forced you to deepen your arch, fucking expertly into your gspot? would you tell him how good he was doing if he did that? tell him he’s the only one for you? that he belongs to you, and you, to him?

brain overflowing with possible scenarios to try, he lets his thought slip, “yours,” he groans out, “‘m all yours” he whimpers, feeling a little dizzy at his now constricted flow of air, thanks to your perfect legs draped around his head, ankles crossing behind him and squeezing his head in the process, as you’re rapidly approaching high creeps up on you

“yes you are, all mine choso,” you confirm, voice raising in pitch, “m-my good boy” you finish out as your high crashes over you

his eyes roll to the back of his head, threatening to get stuck there as he whines and whimpers into your pussy, using all the brainpower he had left to lap up the new juices that were dripping out of your hole every time you jerked forward, wave after wave of your high making you arch forward on yourself

his cock spurting out long and hot ropes of cum into his boxers, moans muffled as he fucks his strong hips into the mattress as hard as he can, visualizing behind his eyes that he’s fucking his load deep into your womb and not wasting it in his pants,

not realizing his determined tongue was still hastily continuing his ministrations on your pussy from being so lost in thought untill you use the hold you had on his hair to pull his head back, “ ‘s sensitive choso,” you whimper, breath rising and falling rapidly having experienced one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

“sorry..” he mumbles, mouth still dropped open as he lays his head against you leg, juices completely coating the bottom half of his mouth. you would feel embarrassed at the sight if your mind wasn’t incredibly foggy from your prior orgasm. how pretty he looked with his face decorated in your cum didn’t look half bad either.

“did so good for me choso, came so hard cos of you.” you give him a dopey grin, feeling his own cock twitching at the attention, and you watch his hips jerk forward into the mattress at your words, “didn’t realize ur praise kink was this bad cho,” you giggle, hand coming down to caress his sticky face,

“oh..” he revels, pausing for a beat, “is that what it is?”

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Look at him with his hands behind his back. He’s such a good and obedient ghoul, doing exactly what he’s told without any fuss.

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Tower of God: Losing your compassion for others will make your future victories hollow. What you really need to have a fulfilling life isn’t riches or power, but a good relationship with others and a zest for life. Getting revenge may bring peace to your heart in the short run, but you’ll eventually realize you’re empty inside

Weirdos on the internet: Bam is an edgy sigma gigachad! Can’t wait to see him get revenge on Rachel! Epic ruthless MC, so cool now! I’m glad he stopped being a simp

[iwasbored777]

I'll never recover from the fact that the first time we see Logan, he's drunk, lonely and depressed and everyone in his world hates him, while in the last scene he is so happy, having fun with his new friends in his new home. Logan helped Wade save the world but Wade saved Logan.

[sysig]

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[ssaraexposs]

The way he wants to prove WRONG to Atsushi. The way he wants to prove that he's not like Dazai. He knows Kyouka deserved better from him and also knows he actually owes her. After everything they've been through, he saw the change in her eyes. He's seen how much she's grown, and how much she worked for become the girl he saw in that right moment.

[thoughtsonkm]

Tweets of the day ~ Jimin's MUSE edition ✨