#<- this guy is delusional

[cryptcoop]

What's the Moira/kiriko dynamic in ur mind? I've never really considered them as a couple before

Kiriko is the inexperienced young adult still discovering herself and Moira is the much more experienced, accomplished woman who knows exactly who she is. I think Kiriko would be a bit ignorant regarding exactly who Moira O'deorain is, and just sees this very confidant older woman and is a bit idealistic and what exactly this relationship would be (she's thinking like, this is an older lesbian who can tote me around and spoil me sort of thing. A typical experienced older lesbian teaching an inexperienced younger lesbian dynamic.) I definitely see Kiriko being into older, kind of meaner, women.

Also, I always kind of saw Kiriko as a more rebellious kid. I could totally see her dating Moira because that's exactly the kind of person she shouldnt be dating, yknow? I can see such a funny scene, where she takes Moira to her apartment, but her mom is there (not expecting Kiriko to bring home company) and Kiriko scrambling to come up with a reason why she's brought such an older woman to her apartment. Not like it should be any of your business mom! But she doesn't see the big picture, that Moira isn't just some serpent tongued, wise and handsome woman. She works for talon, she experiments on humans, she can and has done genuine harm.

I also think Kiriko is way too confident, and is definitely the one to initiate anything, asking Moira out, wanting to take her on a date. This is unusual for Moira, who is typically the one to start anything (She often fills the stereotypical 'man' role in relationships, taking women out on dates, paying, driving them around, being the more dominant, that sort of thing.) I think the only reason Moira even agrees to a date is because she wants to humor the idea of not having to lead for once. Kiriko is very different than the women Moira usually dates. Moira is used to michelin star dinners and formal events. I have this funny scenario in my head where Kiriko asks her out, not realizing she would need transportation to take Moira somewhere, and Moira having to ride on the back of Kiriko's motorcycle (side note; I like to think Kiriko has a motorcycle) and Kiriko takes her to some hole in the wall dinky walk up she likes to go to. Some place with greasy food and bench seating. Not exactly Moira's scene, but she finds it endearing, I think.

Thing is, Kiriko is expecting a real relationship out of this, and Moira? Well, like previously stated, she's humoring it. I think, like with Cassidy, they have these funny little bonding moments, where Moira talks a little more genuinely, softly, maybe even opens up a little bit. I'm workshopping a little comic with them together, so I wont go into too much detail about what exactly I think they bond over. It makes Kiriko feel a little special, like, wow, im getting the mysterious one to open up, I must be different! But really, it's just Moira being confusing. She can go from being nice to callous very, very quickly. When Moira is done playing dress up and grows tired of humoring relationships, she's quick to end them, and not nicely. Probably ends it when Kiriko makes the mistake of alluding to the fact that she wants more, and Moira probably, genuinely, laughs at her. Theyre relationship does not last very long and it does not end well, like most of Moira's relationships.

[drawerbread]

i miss her like a mf...🚬

[chloesimaginationthings]

The aftermath of SOTM secret ending,,

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[thebrainrotsreal]

Honestly a bit disappointed with the new episode, so recovering with single, stepped up Dad of the year: Mark Grayson my love. Why they denied me the beauty of throwing a child at this guilt magnet will forever elude me </3

[pink-fangirl]

Reblog if she is completely innocent and it’s probably all Avatar Wan’s fault of something

[crowatyourwindow]

Kenji and his cow Hanako II were the best duo from wan change my mind

[dennisboobs]

[tiedsh0es]

throws a brick at u

[shuastar]

seungcheol!!!!!!!!!!! domestic fluff!!!! whimpering!!!!!!!! nipple play!!!!!!!! (both ways 😏😏😏😏) soft dom!!!!!

(the met gala pics have me 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🤖🤖🤖🤖👽👽👽👽👽👽)

YESSS !!! i was literally waiting to write this bc im a very proud yet closetted soft dom/slightly whiny!cheol. also holy shit scoups met gala was craaaazzzy i was creamin my pants (/jk!!)

wc: 1.1K + change warnings: whimpering, nipple play, cum play (just a little bit at the end), blow job (technically 2 but whatever), consent!! (bc asking to take someone shirt off and suck their nipples is HOT not gross or weird!!), domestic fluff that turns very quickly in smut..., PWP, whining, lowkey subby cheol but issok he gets his dominance back at the end...

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It starts lazy.

Rain taps on the windows, low thunder humming in the background. Seungcheol's arms are wrapped around your waist as you both lie tangled on the couch, a blanket pooling over bare legs. The drama playing on the TV is long forgotten—replaced by the way his fingers slowly trace under your shirt, warm and wandering.

“You’re always so soft in the mornings,” you murmur, brushing your nose against his. He just hums, lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw, then lower—

“You smell like my body wash,” he says, almost dazed, almost reverent, nuzzling into your collarbone like he needs to inhale you to stay grounded. “My pretty baby, just mine.”

His fingers slide up, tugging your shirt higher. “Can I?” he breathes against your skin, waiting for your nod before his mouth finds one nipple, tongue slow and wet, lips dragging gently. His hand palms the other, thumb rubbing in teasing circles, making you squirm under the blanket.

“Cheol—” You gasp, arching into him, and he whines softly in return, like your sounds undo him more than anything.

“You make the cutest sounds,” he whispers, mouth still latched, voice warm and thick with love. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart…”

And when you roll him onto his back and return the favor—mouth on his chest, tongue flicking and sucking at the sensitive spot you know makes him whimper—he actually shivers.

He grips the blanket tighter, biting his lip as a blush spreads down his chest. “Y-you’re not playing fair,” he stutters, moaning softly when you suck just a little harder.

“Neither are you,” you grin against his skin. “You started this, Seungcheol.”

He laughs breathlessly, eyes glazed over, adoring and needy. “Then finish it, baby,” he whispers. “Wanna be good for you. Wanna be yours.”

You giggle as he sits up against the headboard, cheeks flushed and eyes drooping as he watches you get up, slowly reaching for something on the night stand. When you turn back, hair against your shoulders, Seungcheol's thighs are parted, shirt riding up to his ribs, hair mussed from where your fingers tugged through it earlier. He looks at you like he’s already ruined—his lips parted, chest rising fast, and a shaky hand gripping the sheets.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” you murmur, smiling and crawling between his legs, palms sliding along his thighs. you grin when you feel goosebumps rise against your fingertips. “All flushed for me.”

He bites his lip, eyes fluttering. “Baby… you don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” you cut him off gently, lips ghosting over the soft skin of his lower belly. “Wanna make you feel good.”

He whimpers—actually whimpers—when you mouth over the waistband of his briefs, teasing just enough to drive him crazy. When you finally free him, hard and leaking against his stomach, he moans your name like a prayer.

“Please…” he breathes, hips twitching up instinctively. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You wrap one hand around the base of him, slow and careful, and lower your mouth to the tip—tongue flicking gently over the slit, tasting the precum beading there. Seungcheol lets out the softest moan, one hand flying to your hair, not pushing—never—just grounding himself.

“F-fuck, baby, j's like that… you’re so good to me…”

You take him in deeper, inch by inch, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. His head tips back, a pretty flush blooming down his neck, his free hand grabbing the sheets again like he might fall apart.

When you hum around him—slow vibrations, tongue dragging up the underside—he lets out a full-body shudder and moans, loud. His hips jerk and he immediately pulls at your hair with a broken, “Sorry—fuck, sorry—feels too good…”

His head tips back again and a dull thud rings out in the background as the headboard hits his head. You feel his fingers curl around your hair, strong hands now almost -- almost -- guiding you. You know he can't help it. When you feel his hips jerk again, followed by a loud moan and a string of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," you hum around his cock, taking in a long breath through your nose before you let your jaw loose and push yourself down all the way. All the way until your nose meets the tense and taut skin of his lower stomach and until your boyfriend's hand suddenly pressed down, legs tensing, hips rocking until the mushroomy tip of his cock hits, hits, hits, hits the back of your throat until you feel tears in your eyes and youre gagging around the width of his length.

“Hng - you’re perfect,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “My good girl… taking me so well. So warm—fuck—I’m already so close…”

When Seungcheol's hand slowly loosens you press your tongue flat and bob your head gently, the obscene sounds of your mouth and his breathy moans filling the room. And when he finally spills into your mouth, gasping your name like it’s the only word he knows, his thighs trembling around you. Hot cum shoots into your mouth and your ears are blessed with Cheol's loud moans and whines and whimpers and gasps of breath. Under your wandering hands -- up his stomach, tweaking his pink nipples, fondling his heavy balls, tongue underrent on the red tip of his cock, Seungcheol gasps in short quick breaths, body writhing as he shakes and trembles, at a loss for words, cock jumping in your hands, tip pulsing in your mouth as you suck and suck and--

"Fu-fuck-- holy -- you tryin' - shit - milk me dry -- fuck -- or somethin'?" Seungcheol voice is so broken it makes your heart race in pride.

You don’t stop, just hum, until his hand cups your cheek, tender and shaking, body curling forward, hips jerking up, other hand threaded into your hair as he pushes you down.

"Fuck!"

And then when his balmy tip hits the back of your throat again, theres a thick spurt of saltiness on your tongue, followed by a sob torn from Seungcheol's mouth.

You grin around his cock, slowly pulling off his softening and pulsating length with a small pop! cum from the first blowjob now a creamy ring around Cheol's cock and the second round safe and warm on your tongue.

You stick your tongue out, white cum dripping from the corner of your mouth, Seungcheol staring at you with dazed and glazed eyes, red cheeks like you just hung the moon. You slowly swallow, sitting against his hips, cum still against the corner of your mouth, the rest gone (and you 100% stick your tongue out again for him to see).

Seungcheol groans, hands going to knead your hips, thumb gently wiping away his cum from the corner of your mouth, licking it clean.

"You minx," he laughes breathily. “C’mere,” he whispers once he catches his breath, tugging you up with that needy look in his eyes. “Wanna kiss you. Wanna feel you now. Let me love you properly.”

[miss-jaye]

if manjiro sano ever saw his wife in a sundress, he’d drop to his knees and worship her right then and there—not that he didn’t do that every day already.

when you stepped out of the bathroom in a cute little sundress that hugged your figure just right, you couldn’t resist giving your husband a playful twirl, the skirt swirling around you perfectly. you’d tied your hair with a bow to complete the look, and manjiro just stood there, staring, his jaw slack and drool threatening to escape the corner of his mouth.

you turned back around with a smile, but it quickly morphed into a puzzled expression. “manjiro? honey, you’re drooling.”

“huh?” he blinked, not even bothering to wipe the drool away. “you’re not wearing that out of the house without me.” he closed the distance between you, slipping his hands around your waist.

you chuckled, grabbing a nearby towel to dab the drool from his chin. “what are you talking about, baby?”

“you’re just too…” manjiro trailed off, his eyes locked on the stunning woman in his arms. “too...?”

you tilted your head with an amused smile, watching as he looked at you like a dog with its ears perked up and tail wagging in anticipation.

“perfect,” he finally finished, a grin spreading across his face. your blond husband then pulled you close and dipped you unexpectedly.

“oh!” you squealed, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck for stability.

he chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, his lips tasting of your strawberry chapstick as his tongue playfully sought entrance. you gave it without hesitation, and the two of you made out for a few sweet minutes until the need for air forced you to pull away, breathless and slightly flushed.

“what was that for?” you asked, your voice tinged with a soft blush.

manjiro smiled down at you. “will you marry me again?”

you rolled your eyes, playfully exasperated. “'jiro, i’ve remarried you twice already. we can’t keep doing this.”

“yes, we can. we have the money. or better yet, let’s just skip to the honeymoon part, yeah?”

“'jiro!” you scolded, laughing.

[sweetbananachips]

THIS MEL AND THIS VIKTOR. OKAY??? don’t question me just LOOK.

[niccolites]

is possessed by an evil spirit for a moment and i can only think abt brother's best friend soap (heavily inspired by @ceilidho's ask here)

Idk man something about soap having always been a little bit weird with u. he's been friends with ur brother for years, back to when you were teenagers. He's only a year older but you felt the gulf of that gap, exaggerated when he shot up, puberty like a tool he used just to tower over u and make u uncomfortable

Growing up with him as a perpetual shadow, always a little bit too close, always a little bit too intense. Your parents shrug it off when u complain about it, telling u that he just likes u and u could be nicer to him about it, poor guy. Ur brother calls u stuck up when u snub soap, hissing at u to stop embarrassing him when ur rude when johnny tries to give u his seat on the couch where they're playing on their console

only you know that he's only offering u a seat so that he can press in close, a hulking mass in the corner of your eye as hot breath hits the side of ur face while he tries to look down ur shirt. constantly trying to dodge his grabby hands that grip ur exposed thighs or smooth over ur hips - pupils blown out when his hands swallow up the expanse of your skin

u snap at one point and tell him that he disgusts u, that ur not into him at all. he goes red in the face, growling that you've been leading him on, that ur playing games with his head (he is assuming u wearing a blue bra after he yanked ur turtleneck up was to match his eyes, even tho he shouldn't have seen it in the first place)

u end up with ur panties around ur knees as he forces u to stroke his cock, panting into ur throat as u 'make apologies' to him. he forgives u btw, he knows that u have to act this way, that ur brother would kill him if he knew. makes it seem like ur partners in crime, in this together even with his hand manacled around ur wrist to stroke him off

it gets worse after he enlists, and u don't see him for weeks or months. he gets pent up, barely putting a show on for everyone before he's dragging u off slick mouth on urs until there's spittle dribbling down ur chin, whining for u to please let him see his pretty girl (he's talking abt ur pussy), already 2 knuckles deep so ur wondering why he's even asking in the first place

and now he's a hero to everyone else. stuck in the bind of him being the in-love teenager to the kind-hearted man that is risking his life for everyone, do you have to be so cruel to him?

u wonder why, face pressed into the pillows of ur childhood bedroom as he hikes ur ass into the air to rut into u hard and fast

u do what u always do, hissing and spitting at him until he finally gets his way and ur back bows as he barely pauses through ur orgasm as he chases his own. he knows that u have to put the show on, lovey, but he's waiting in the backwing for u. partners in crime right?

[chloesimaginationthings]

Was dissecting the SOTM trailer and apparently your monty is a mm member comic is now canon

ANOTHER WIN FOR MONTY ENJOYERS!!!

(Original comic)

[likeprongstostars]

some fem jegulus art ive been collecting over time + special cherry regulus for @messymoony

[bonemarshal]

"Flowey is not a good life coach" Chapter 2, p6/10

Original fanfic on AO3

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