#[sorry about thaaat.....]

[gazkamurocho]

Cigarette kiss 🚬 Based on this

[lylahammar]

yknow something that's kinda interesting to me Trolls band together gave us villains that perfectly hit on a few different trendy topics of conversation completely by accident.

first of all they have such appealing designs, super cunty and classically evil in the way everyone has been saying they miss in animated villains. They also have an INCREDIBLE villain song. Perfect contrast to people's disappointment with the villain in Disney's Wish.

But on top of that. THEIR WHOLE THING IS THAT THEY'RE PLAGIARISTS who literally steal other people's talent to get famous and claim that they're working hard for it. This came out a little less than 3 weeks before hbomberguy posted his plagiarism video and turned the current topic of conversation to calling out plagiarism.

IT'S JUST LIKE COMPLETELY ACCIDENTALLY PERFECT TIMING but no one even realizes it bc ppl assume the trolls movies are bad without ever actually having seen them (they're not they're really good give them a chance)

[lexa-griffins]

How can you tell it's Josie? What do you notice she does that Clarke doesn't do

One of the ways you can tell is that josie opens her eyes a lot, Clarke always seems to have her eyes much more narrowed most of the time.

Also, the way Josie carried herself, i guess. She's much more fluid. The way she moves and carries herself, there's this confidence in herself that is so different from Clarke's style of confidence. There's this smugness about Josephine that Clarke doesnt really have, like Clarke is confident but not in a very smug cocky way while Josie just oozes her confidence and how she thinks she's hot shit. There seems to always be a little tug at the corner of Josie's lip. I also think Clarke seems very neutral about her body, her confidence comes a lot from, like Josie says, Clarke thinking she's a badass in a way. While you can see that Josie really does think she's hot both in Clarke's body and outside of it.

I think Josephine helped for me solidify a LOT of Clarke's body and that is a big help in differentiating Josephine from Clarke from what could be just Eliza's own body language showing through.

In this scene where Clarke is pretending to Josephine at the start, you can just TELL how that's not Clarke, it's like to opposite of who Clarke is and the moment she reveals herself her body language becomes so much more natural and Clarke like

Idk to me its just so obvious when its josie/clarke pretending to be Josie then when it's Clarke, the expressions she makes, the way she walks and the way Josie is so much more feminine and fluid in the way she moves while Clarke has a lot more swagger to it. Even Josie's voice has this girl twirly way is speaking while Clarke's is lower and more contained.

Josephine was a really fun way to solidify to me what Clarke /isn't/ and way she would absolutely not act if that makes sense 😅

[scvlly]

Hate that sometimes now I get randomly excruciating gas pains kind of figured out it possibly could be related to my insides being removed and then put back during surgery…

[lxnarphase]

GOOD MORNING, BABY

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...ft. : h. hiromi + k. shiu + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. aoi

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, breeding kink, sukuna is a dickhead, shiu really loves his girl, hiromi loses his shit, aoi is a great boyfriend, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ k. shiu ; he's slow, purposefully grinding right against your sex, his cock leaking precum all over your thighs when he pushes through them. shiu thinks it’s so fucking cute how you try to grind against nothing in your sleep, he can’t help but tease you a little bit, a little smirk on his face at all your reactions

“always makin' me do all the work, aren't ya? hm, got a pretty lil' pillow princess on my hands...” “your man had such a tough day, and your here all comfy and sweet, waiting for me t' touch you. tsk, should've come home sooner, didn't mean to leave my girl waiting." “god, always loved how damn soft you are, angel. mm, so so soft and warm, jus' for me. don't worry, i'll wake you up with my cock cummin' all over your pretty skin.”

✧ h. kinji ; to be fair, you caused this. you teased the poor man all day, and kinji knows he's getting you back when you telling him you're gonna take a nap, rubbing your hands against his chest while wearing nothing but his t-shirt. since you're soooo eager to tease, he had no issues with teasing you back.

“hm? going to pretend you sleep? c'mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to be fucked? you're so fuckin' cute when y'wanna try and be stubborn, hun." "i know you’re awake, i see your pretty eyes trying not to open. all you have to do is open them and i’ll stop fucking your thighs and fuck you instead.” “thaaat’s it, baby, tha's my girl. rubbing up against me while looking so pretty. let’s give you a reward, hm? gonna pop the tip in an' see how fast we can get ya to cry for the rest of it.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ h. hiromi ; there’s no knowing what caused him to snap, but hiromi comes home practically feral. it's hot, so hot as he quickly takes off all his clothes, uncaring about his expensive suit jacket on the floor. he’s been thinking about you ever since he left his office, thinking about every curve of your body, every sweet noise you’d make, and how delicious you sound saying his name.

“honey, wake up, please. ’m not fucking you until you wake up and look at me. you're not getting my cock til you look at me.” “beg? oh, no, no, no, pretty thing, no teasing and no playing around. the only one that’s going to beg is you, baby. now stop being a little brat and be good for me, yeah? don't wanna punish you, not when you look so cute right now." "how about i just fuck your thighs and, cum all on them? you want my cum to go to waste? or do you want to be fucked full of my cum like a good girl? make your fucking choice.”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ r. sukuna ; sukuna doesn’t even go to thigh fucking, he skips that. no, he’s grumpy his sleep was interrupted by the annoying rush of blood to his dick. so now, he's biting your thighs, sucking on them before going down on you, using his tongue and fingers to prep you lazily shoving his stupidly big cock inside you, humming when you moan yourself awake.

“look who's awake. took you long enough, I put so much effort into making you feel good before I shoved my dick inside ya. hey, don't smack my tits, brat, i'll bite your damn hand off.” “hm? you want me to move? mm. why should i? ...because i woke you up? tch...you're lucky you're s' fucking pretty or i'd just jerk off and cum all over your face.” "fuck, always take me in s' fuckin' good...i trained this cunt right, now she knows how t' handle my cock. 'member when you couldn't even take half of it in? look at you now, turned ya into my nasty little cockslut."

✧ t. aoi ; you fell asleep in aoi's lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your head against his shoulder. the thigh fucking was supposed to happen, yes, but you were tired, opting out for cockwarming him as he watched whatever show he put on. but then you started squirming around, whining so cutely in your sleep. how could he not take care of his girl?

“oh, hiii, bunny...you’re finally awake? hey, shhh, shh, 's okay, i've got ya. feels real good, right? y'just sounded so cute, i couldn' help myself, pretty, you were squeezing me so tight.” “too slow? do you want me to go faster, darling? all you have to do is ask....heh, no, 'm not being mean! i just think you're cute all sleepy, is all.” “it’s hitting deep? yeah? maybe i should lift you higher and slam you down to see how deep i really can go.”

[tokiiwonz]

best friend anton thoughts

tw: jealous anton, car sex, unprotected sex (don't), exhibitionism, allusions to manipulation, infidelity xD, eunseok was punched (i'm so sorry)

thinking about best friend!anton walking in on you touching yourself while moaning his name ♡ like damn, you just can't help yourself; you grew up together, laughed with each other, even cried with each other—you're not going to just let any other person have their way with your man, not by any chance and fortunately for you, anton thinks the same

best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.

best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.

best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.

he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.

best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.

best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.

you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped anton��he feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against him—he’s got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.

anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.

he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. “i didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.”

and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt anton’s harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he could—your toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.

“thaaat’s it, doll,” he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. “riding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.”

best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small ♡. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)

"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.”

best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking you—he wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ♡ kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.

anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? ♡

"got what you needed, doll face? a good dick down from me? yeah, that's it... anyway, wanna come over later?” he pecked your lips as he cummed inside you and smiled. “keep my cum inside you, alright? i’ll eat you out later when we get home.” you giggled as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before preparing to drive.

[chamomiletealeaf]

When I'm mad, I need Simon to shut me up and distract me by eating me out 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

MMMM YES

Whether it's him you're mad at or mad at something else, he knows just how to calm you down.

Warnings: MDNI, oral f! receiving, Simon being a snarky bastard, kinda dub-con?? Simon cums in his pants

"I'm so fucking done." You say, frustratedly throwing your phone down on the couch and bringing your hand up to rub your eyebrows.

"Why the fuck are they asking me to cover everyone all the time but the one time I need it they act like I'm asking for them to sacrifice their first-born child." You sit down on the couch and cross your arms.

"It's such a problem every single time I ask for coverage for reasons I actually need, but no, Samantha wants to go to a birthday party so she just HAS to have off. And they accommodate her every need!" You rant to Simon who sits on the other side of the couch.

You needed off of work because you had a doctor's appointment and the next availability wasn't for another three months. Your manager was being a dickhead and wouldn't let you have off since Samantha is already out.

"I'm sorry love that's such bullshit." Simon sympathizes. And at first, he really did feel bad, but that was before he noticed the bounce of your tits every time you flailed your arms around in big gestures frustratedly and how your pretty lips pouted.

"I know! But yet they bend over backwards to make sure Samantha can get to her fucking nail appointment on time. But me?? They never give a fuck, and I'm always stuck picking up her slack!" Simon then scootches closer to you, watching as you continue your rant with a slight smirk on his face.

"It's so- why are you smiling?" You ask, brows furrowed in annoyance.

"I'm not." He shrugs, arms crossed and legs spread with a smirk still evident on his lips.

"You think this is fucking funny? I'm genuinely upset Simon." You say, raising your voice at him.

"I know love, I know." He puts a hand on your upper thigh and squeezes, fingers grazing over the gusset of your pajama shorts.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You ask angrily, gripping his wrist.

"Nothin' baby. Tell me more hm?" He asks, pulling you into his lap so you're straddling him.

You cross your arms over your chest and pout.

"Simon you're not listening."

"Oh baby I know you're upset. But I have a better idea to help clear that pretty little head of yours hm?" Simon says while tilting your head up with his hand on your chin.

He leans forward and starts to suck on your neck, making you bite your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out.

"Tell me all about it with my face buried in that sweet little cunt love." He whispers into your neck, and you grind down on him at the command.

"Mm- Simon not the time." You say sternly, trying to stay mad.

Simon grips your hips and pulls you back down onto his clothed, hard cock before he whispers in your ear:

"These sexy fucking hips grinding into me tell me otherwise lovey."

Then, Simon flips you over so he's on top of you and you're on your back. He then moves his kisses from your neck all the way down to your inner thighs while you protest.

"Simon-nghh, I- what do I do? I can't keep letting them fuck me over like t-this. It's getting ridiculous. I hate this fucking place." You revert the conversation back to where you started, trying to ignore the way Simon bites at your inner thighs.

"I think." Simon starts, face still between your legs.

"That you should open wide for me so I can get my tongue on that sweet pussy." He says, not looking up from between your legs.

"Simon I- oh fuck." You moan out breathlessly and throw your head back as you feel Simon pry your legs apart further and press his tongue over your clothed pussy.

"Thaaat's it baby, just like that." Simon smirks as he laps at your cunt through your panties and pajama shorts, shaking his head to bury himself deeper.

"I think I'll just- mm, fuck me Simon that's so good." You say breathlessly, still trying to keep the focus on the issue at hand but his tongue makes your brain melt.

"Take these off." He grumbles to himself before tearing your panties and shorts off.

He closes his eyes and moans when he shoves his face between your thighs deeper and inhales, licking at your slick pussy.

He's buried between your thighs to the point you can't even see his face and he is blissed out. He starts licking and sucking expertly at your clit and lapping at your arousal so good that you forget why you're even mad anymore.

All you can think about is his warm, wet tongue.

"Ooh Simon-" You moan, throwing your head back while you play with his hair.

"That's it baby. Just relax. No more worrying." He coos.

He squeezes your thighs harder and holds you down the more you squirm. Then you tug on his hair which makes him moan and jerk his hips into the couch.

"Fuck do that again." He commands.

"W-what?" You ask, eyes half lidded as you look down at him.

"Pull on my hair again. Harder this time."

You grip a fistful of his hair and tighten your grasp and he whimpers.

"Fuck love you're gonna make me cum from that alone. But not before you do." He says, and then goes back to eating you out like he hasn't for ages.

"Simon I- mm- gonna cum." You moan.

Your orgasm hits you like a train as you arch your back and pull Simon's hair.

The taste and rhythmic pulsing of your pussy on his tongue, your moans, your thighs, and the sensation of you tugging Simon's hair is just enough to make Simon cum in his pants immediately after you.

He ruts into the couch cushions with his eyes rolled back. His death grip on your thighs are for sure to leave marks black and blue, but you like it that way.

"Fuck Simon did, did you-?" You ask, realizing the movement of his hips coming to a stop.

"Don't worry about me lovey." He cuts you off, trying to avoid talking about he embarrassing situation which you think is actually really hot.

"Now you're quitting that job. You don't need one anyway while I'm here to eat this sweet little pussy out whenever I can. Not to mention all the money I have to spend on no one but you." He smirks while planting a soft kiss to your inner thigh, making you giggle both at his avoidance of your question, and his lewd commentary.

Simon hands you your phone to call your boss for the final time and you take it.

He was right. Fuck that job. All you need is your soldier to treat you right.

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

HIII HELLO1!!1 (I'm 19 btw just too shy cause this is like. My first time requesting. So sorry if this is kinda weird!)

Could I request Optimus (your choice of incarnation) x a reader who's an outlaw and commits crime 24 hours??(bonus if reader is a deception hehe), like when they first met, they were both at each other throat, but now? THEY'RE KISSING IN SLOPPY MODE-

Sorry if this request is too hard, i don't mind if it short! Thanks and love your writing!!

Finally got to your ask!! (It's okay, bestie!!) - oh Primus, a chaotic reader with an Optimus Prime to deal (and love) with it!! - Vhaos likes it! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ Hehe... I think I know the perfect incarnation of Optimus to use here!

TFP Optimus Prime w/ a Cybertronian!Reader who is a Decepticon... and a danger to society.

WARNINGS: Kind of suggestive (heavy sloppy make out session), I'll even categorize this as crack, somehow. Reader is a cybertronian, a decepticon and gender neutral. Megastar implied (you'll understand).

A pain in the aft and a danger to any kind of society - that's how the Autobots described you.

... Well, nearly aaall of them, since one of them had an extra title for you.

A pain in the aft, a danger to any kind of society and the bot that makes Optimus fragging Prime actually NOT think before acting.

Oh my Primus - said deity and the past Primes are definitely disappointed in him. And he wants to kick his own aft!

You were one of the most crazy Decepticon any of the Autobots have ever seen - and they've dealt with Megatron and Starscream before!

You were a constant 'keep-an-optic-on' for the Autobots, as you would be sent to cause a couple of problems here and there, the typical tactic about having your enemy doing multitasking between the main problem (aka. The war and Megatron) and other problems to deal with (Aka. You).

Last week you got a whole factory on fire (thanks to Primus no human got hurt in the process), a couple of days ago you managed to get Arcee, Bee and Bulkhead lost inside of a cave system after having chased you. And so on.

And lately, Optimus has been dealing with you, trying to stop you from whatever and such.

And by Primus, you knew how to put a fight, make a disaster and even have Optimus give his everything to keep up with you. Even when he got to land a hit or such on you, you would cackle and stand up back, and the cycle continues.

Although... And Primus, it was so wrong to admit it. He found you... optic-catching. Yes, you were a serious problem and a crazy-aft Decepticon.

Still... that didn't stop Optimus Prime from feeling his spark twirl and beat loudly against his chestplate.

Somehow in this battle, Optimus and Megatron weren't fighting faceplate to faceplate - instead, Arcee, Smokescreen and BumbleBee were doing such a good job at dealing with the Warlord while Optimus had to deal with you.

"C'mon, Prime! Land a hit already!" You shout, wide smile on your faceplate as you shoot with your firing weapon at the taller mech.

And Optimus did fire at your pedes, which got to make you trip back - alas, when you fell backwards you fired and it got to his kneeplate, making him fall foward. In the end, the Prime had you caged on the floor.

Blue optics meet (color) optics with astonishment expressions. Suddenly the sound of his teammates fighting Megatron in the background became such a far, far away sound. Were you always this pretty this close? Well, you always kept moving, this may be the first time Optimus got to see you still! And well, he wasn't thaaat bad looking, right? You think, a small sly smirk forming on your faceplate.

Maybe that's why your cheekplates got a soft blue hue on them. And Optimus' cheekplates, too.

"Bee-wee-beep?"

Arcee and Smokescreen, with Megatron doing the same, turn their helms at you and Optimus were... to then feel like frozen in place.

Optics closed and holding each other closer as if long lost lovers (or two young bots with too many hormonal systems doing their jobs), you and the Prime were... making out. Primus, it was too much! (Bee swears, feeling his spark leaving his frame, he saw your glossa all tangled with Optimus'). It was sloppy, loud. Frag, you were even holding Optimus' helm from the back with your servos, preventing him from pulling back. Not like he was actually planning on doing it, with how he was holding your frame with his own servos.

While Arcee, Smokescreen and Bee were frozen in place, feeling like their softwares just fried up, in the blink of an optic, Megatron punched Optimus on his back, managing to sent him flying and separate him from you.

"YOUNG BOT, WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING?!" Megatron yells. angrily as he picks you from the back of your neck like a cat.

"That fine mech is a wiiild ride!" You answer back, giggling and cackling, all limp in Megatron's hold.

"WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTH- I MEAN, STARSCREAM KNOWS ABOUT THIS - YOU'LL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!" Megatron warns, throwing you over his right shoulderplate, turning around and starting to walk away.

"You two are not even my two creators - baby-Prime! I'll be back, I promise!" You shout your promise at the Prime, wide smiling and waving your servo at him, and then at his teammates before you and your leader enter an opened ground bridge.

Optimus stands up from the ground, dusting off his lap to then turn towards his three teammates, who still have shocked expressions on their faceplates.

"Heh... well..." He starts.

"Nah, Optimus - are you serious?" Smokescreen interrupted, wincing.

"Down bad." Arcee groaned, trying to forget the whole making out session she saw as Bee gave a few pats to her back, understanding her pain.

Well - this was going to be a funny story to tell back at the base!

Hehehehehehe (≧∀≦)ゞ Vhaos out!

[movidita]

18+ mdni

You were a total tease. Those thigh highs and shorts skirts, revealing soft plush thighs Professor Grimes was more than eager to touch.

Long locks cascade down your back, almost reaching your bum. Tits practically spilling out of the tiny tops you strategically picked out. Plump lips begging to be kissed— to be bruised and swollen around his cock.

Every day in class, he’d put you on the spot, so he could watch you squirm in embarrassment, something that made his slacks tighten. And didn’t you know it? You knew the effect you had on him, you knew exactly what he did the second class was dismissed— the curtains pulled shut, you also never failed to miss the tent in his pants.

It wasn’t like you were any better, hand in your panties the second you got to the bathroom stall.

You needed him so bad. Your fingers were nothing compared to his, you thought. Whenever he’d hand out papers, his hand would linger on your desk a few seconds longer than everyone else’s. Your fingers would be nothing compared to his cock, you knew that. The unmistakable hard-on he constantly had around you didn’t fall on blind eyes— yours were wide open, practically drooling at the sight of your professor.

The next day in class, you’d been tasked with essay upon essay. You’d barely gotten a sentence down on the page before he’d dismissed the class, far too busy daydreaming about him and his fingers and his mouth and his dick.

Everyone had risen from their desks, leaving papers on his table on their way out. You were the last to stand up, hesitantly walking forward with your empty page.

You dropped it on his desk, turning away in a second and heading for the door, interrupted by the call of your name. Spinning around to face him, he was now stood up. You took cautious steps towards your professors desk, fidgeting around on your feet as you awaited your scolding.

“This is it? Two words?” Professor Grimes turned the paper over, inspecting it.

“I’m sorry— I just uh— I didn’t—” You were at a loss for words. What could you say? Sorry Professor I was too busy thinking about you fucking me? No, you couldn’t say that.

“Sit back down. You can start again, maybe then I won’t fail you.”

You huffed but ultimately complied, snatching back your paper and sitting at the desk.

Almost fifteen minutes had passed, and now you had two sentences, the only thought running through your mind being about your professor, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy your teacher.

“Sir, I really cant do this. I know nothing of the topic.”

He stood from his desk, walking over to stand by yours and tower over you. “Alright, I guess we’ll just have to think of something else you can do to earn your grade.”

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

He smirked, going over to the door and pulling the small curtain that covered the window shut.

Professor Grimes was back at your side in a second, pulling you up onto your feet and smashing your lips onto his.

You had no complaints, more than happy you were finally getting something more. Your hands eagerly roamed his body, just as his did yours, cupping the backs of your thighs and moving you to sit on the desk, his hard-on pressing right up against your covered cunt.

You moan into his mouth, eagerly unbuttoning his slacks just as he reaches underneath your small skirt to pull your panties to the side.

The man let out a breathless groan before pulling away from your lips and staring down at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes— Yes, please.”

He chuckled, “Alright, greedy girl.” In a second his tip was poking at your entrance, precum from his cock smearing over your soaked cunt.

When he finally entered you, you let out a harsh moan, fingernails digging into his shoulder whilst your head rolled back.

“Fuck!”

Your professor continued to pump in and out of you, only driving you further and further to your release. “Mmgh, Sir!” You whine, orgasm impending already.

“Thaaats it. Good girl.” He praised, hip’s stuttering as he came inside of you, “Shit.”

Your own orgasm came quickly after his, juices mixing together and moans filling the air. Your own hips shake as you struggle to maintain closure.

He gently pulls out, pulling his slacks back up and smirking down at your still trembling form. “I guess you’ve earned yourself an A.”

[distant-velleity]

Just listen to your instincts and do what feels natural!

[SR Music Week] Yuhua joins the battle as a dancer and backup vocalist for Hazard/Riff! Many thanks to @raguiras2 for hosting this Music Weeks event!

Voicelines and concept sketches beneath the cut~

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Summon: Don’t think that I’m in this to win, I’m here to have fun and do what I love. That’s fine, right?

Groovification: — LOCKED —

Set to Home Screen: A little rocking never hurt anybody, did it?

Home Transition 1: Actually, confession time, I’ve started to feel a little shy. Everyone in this group is so talented in their own way, y’know? …But I gotta keep up and pull my weight.

Home Transition 2: To think Deuce would be a leader for Hazard/Riff… Well, not what I expected, but where else would he go? It just seems right. …Sorry, just thinking out loud.

Home Transition 3: So this is what Allen looks like when he’s in his natural habitat… Ah, I’m just making some observations. I’m not trying to say anything bad, rather—the opposite of that. Like, he seems… more sincere?

Home, after login: Practice waits for no one~ I’m gonna go start warming up. Wanna join me?

Home Transition (Groovification): — LOCKED —

Tap Home 1: Eh? You didn’t think I’d ask to join this group? …Rude~ We can’t all be soft all the time. 

Tap Home 2: It’s funny to me—all you have to do here is call something a competition and—boom. Even someone like Leona’s motivated. …Oops, did he hear me say that?

Tap Home 3: Working with Floyd is a double-edged sword—when he’s having fun here, I get all excited, too. But if he’s not in the mood, then… haha, we just gotta hope and pray.

Tap Home 4: Don’t worry, I’m used to wearing loose clothing when I dance. Compared to the long pants and dresses I sometimes wore, this fit is like a breath of fresh air~

Tap Home 5: I wouldn’t touch me if I were you—I’m all sweaty and tired from rehearsal. 

Tap Home (Groovification): — LOCKED —

Duo Magic (yes I know SRs don't have them but let us dream):

YUHUA: How about we give them one hell of a show, Vizzie?

VIZZIE ( @twistedwonderlandshenanigans ): We’ll blow them away with the sound we’ve got, Yuhua!

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ALRIIIIGHT let's get into the design of this bad boy

the idea was ... basically just a bit of techwear, modern street style, all that-- i was sort of winging it haha. i wanted a very loose and free style with the cargo pants, belts, and unzipped jacket, while the hood was added for dramatic effect when i started the lineart~

i felt like experimenting with his hair so once again i slicked back the right-hand side of his part, i would have given him his pre-overblot hair (for more variety w/ the long hair) but to be honest i kind of like the short hair with this look~ it kind of screams kpop idol but whatever HAHAHAHAHA

fishnet under clothing was an absolute must, and i went a little more on the ""bad boy"" look by giving him the chain and cuff earring on one side... plus the dramatic eyeliner/eyeshadow... yeah. RIP yuhua's lip gloss we will always miss you

also shoutout to V for volunteering vizzie for the duo magic-- i love me a good RIOFY friendship

(as for headcanons on how yuhua would act during this whole event, um-- he'll behave i promise 🥰🥰 he'll try not to let his inferiority complex get the best of him I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAAAT)

i can't think of anything else that i thought about particularly hard during the process, so uhm-- thank you for reading this far and no promises on when i'll get the groovified version out if ever LMAO

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art taglist (ask to be added or removed, i'm very sorry if i forgot someone): @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @elenauaurs @casp1an-sea @nahelenia

@skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @scint1llat3 @nyx-of-night @nemisisnemi

@beneathsakurashade @ramcatshackle @kathxrat-01 @the-banana-0verlord

[heartilywrites]

I am SO sorry…this one is gonna be depressing asf. But can you do a fic where Korras girlfriend (the reader ofc hehe) moves Korra out of the way during a fight for her to not get killed, but gets hit and “dies”, but then Korra miraculously finds a way to bring her back?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ،، 𝓜ercy ; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: where you will always look out for your girlfriend.

content warning: angst ; comfort ; Korra x fem!reader ; mentions of blood ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; banner does not represent r in any way, it's just for the aesthetic ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i love writing angst, u have no idea- i have to apologize tho bc i have no idea if getting stabbed on the chest will make you feel out of air since i have not been stabbed before and i'm not a doctor, i'm a graphic designer,,, but hopefully it's not thaaat inaccurate¿ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY :D

“ And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me. Nothing left to lose without my baby.

Life is the most fragile thing a living being could ever get to know and Korra, as the avatar, has always been very aware of how ephemeral a life cycle could be for a person.

Korra had always been an impulsive person, she was willing to lay her life at all times if it meant a greater good, the girl was not afraid to die. That was until she met you.

She got fascinated by you ever since her first second of knowing you, a couple of days in her life and you had become an indispensable piece for her. The avatar looked for a way to stay close to you and in an impulsive proposal the question of joining team avatar was laid in front of you, but after several thinking she realized what she did and just then decided to be always on the lookout for you. Don't get her wrong, she knew you were just as capable to defend yourself, but she couldn’t not get worry even if you were the most skilled fighter or the most powerful bender, in her eyes you were the most precious thing she needed to take care of from getting broken and her overprotective self only got stronger when you two started dating formally.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, be careful! WAIT– oh, okay, never mind, it's nothing.” would sound at least two times a day when you spent time with her, training mostly.

At some point you talked about it with Korra when her actions got way too overwhelming and she would stop immediately, but you just knew her mind was always on constant alert just in case something happened.

Although, there were times where Korra would totally shut down her mind as a focus mechanism, it was not that common for her to do it during a battle for her life, but it happens even to the best of us, no?

Sounds of every bending and fighting style imaginable was heard all over the street, curses here and there and why not even the one attacker having a monolog for Korra to hear while the rest of the team fought at her back. That was exactly how it all started to go downhill: The avatar herself was distracted with what seemed to be the leader of the group of criminals fighting the team. The whole group was defeated so easily, now the leader was surrounded by you five; it was going good, but in the heated argument the sound of metal got your attention, your gaze turned back just to catch the movement of a piece of metal shooting to Korra's back. A sharp piece of metal.

Your eyes opened wide at the realization of what was about to happen, it all happened in a fraction of second it didn’t allow anyone have a reaction. Your feet were quick to act, pushing the avatar out of the way just in time to save her, but not enough to save yourself. Warm liquid started to cover your chest and abdomen, your lungs suddenly lost all the oxygen you had just recovered from the previous fight and in one cough blood was painting your lips and chin.

Korra let the most guttural and painful scream come out of her throat when her eyes met your silhouette being stabbed by the metal, a second later she was in the avatar state handling the, now known, metalbender to defeat. You were trying to stay on your feet, but at some point your limbs all numbed and were catch by Sato who stayed behind while the brothers both help and contain Korra.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, stop!” Bolin screamed, trying to catch her attention from the clearly beaten up man.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She's dying!” now Mako screamed, the avatar's head turned to him and then you. “It's enough, Korra. We'll handle this, you need to help her!”

Just as quick as she was to turned to the avatar state, she turned back, and when her feet touched the ground again, she ran to your immobile body. Asami was crying while she held you, your mouth was making sounds of a hiccup, it was almost as if your lungs were begging to receive the air they were entitled to and Korra hated how it sounded. She hated how your skin and lips looked pale by the lack of oxygen in your body, how your eyes were teary and losing their characteristic light she adored, but most importantly; Korra hated how she wasn't fast enough to save you. If she had been more careful, if only she didn't get distracted by the shitty speech the leader was saying maybe this could've been avoided.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so sorry!” she cried out, her face filled with tears and her hands had taken your body from Asami, she wanted to hold you. “I'm sorry, I should've seen it coming!”

While she took a deep breath in, your hand moved however it could to touch the skin of her arm, when she felt how cold your hand was her cry just got harder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please, don't leave me,” she begged to you, shaking her head. “Don't go, I'm sorry, I'm– stay with me, don't you dare to leave me.”

You couldn’t speak, you felt so weak it was a miracle your hand even moved to brush her. Your eyebrows raised a bit, the hiccup you were making turned slower and at one moment your eyes focused just on your girlfriend's face; you had so much to say, so much you wanted her to know, but your time ran shorter than you ever expected to be, you weren't ready to go either.

Korra saw how the light of your eyes shut down and when your hand dropped from her arm, her blue eyes opened wide at the realization that you had passed away. Her cry didn't stop, it got stronger if that was even possible, her arms hugged your lifeless body tight to her own while she called your name, asked for forgiveness, asked you to come back to her. It didn’t matter now that her clothes got stained by your blood or that her emotions shut down when she picked up your body to get back to the city, she just lost the person she cared for the most; Tenzin met her at the entrance of the island and a gaze of sadness reflected on his eyes, after he asked an acolyte to help her with your body and convincing her that they would take good care of you when she didn’t want to let you go, the airbending master wrapped his arms around her when the acolyte left taking carefully your lifeless body and Korra just broke down again at his action, her knees failed her and both benders kneeled on the floor while Korra cried to the point her head started to pound and Tenzin just let her, holding her tight to assure the girl that he was there for her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sure she's resting now.” he tried to comfort the girl when the avatar's cry calmed a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “This is unfair, Tenzin,” hoarsely, she answered. “What purpose does this have!? I was supposed to receive that! I was supposed to be the one losing my life, not her!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't say that, Korra.” the older man scolded her. “Even the spirits have a destiny and purpose like we do, hers probably was to protect you.”

Her tears stopped and the avatar distanced from the man. “The spirits...” she repeated zoned out, the man frowned. “The spirits! Tenzin, Raava could help me to bring her back!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well, uh..” the airbender doubted for a second, he wasn't really sure if Raava could bring you back to life, it didn’t really sound like something she could do. But when his eyes looked at the blue ones, destroyed, red from crying so much and with a glimpse of hope, he couldn’t find in him to say no. “You could try.”

Korra had asked to be where your body was, saying how it could be important for her to be near you when asking to Raava, but her second intention was just to be near you.

She saw your body laying down, serene, your expression was calm, it was almost as if you were simply just sleeping. The southerner walked to you and kneeled by your side, taking your cold hand into hers and leaving small kisses on your knuckles.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll bring you back, my love,” she promised, brushing your cheek. “I promise you'll be back.”

Sitting in a lotus position next to you, the avatar started to meditate trying to get to the avatar spirit. At first it was hard for her to focus as her mind was going a thousand per second, but when she reminded herself why she needed to do it as soon as possible, she was able to silence her thoughts and focus. The avatar spirit didn’t take long to reach the girl.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Raava,” she greeted, nervous. The named greeted Korra back. “I need your help, please, you need to help me bring someone back to life.”

The spirit stood silence for a second. “Korra, I can't–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please!” she exclaimed desperate interrupting Raava, the southerner kneeled in front of the spirit, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again. “I'm begging you! Bring her back and I will do anything, I will give up anything you want me to!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra...” Raava tried to make her stand up again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I know you are the spirit of balance and I know what I'm asking is bold, but you need to let her live again.” she started to elaborate. “You've been with me since my very first second back to life, I'm sure you know how important she has become for me this lifetime, I don’t think I could see myself moving forward without her by my side, I really need her, please.”

Raava thought of it for a moment, it was true she knew everything about every single avatar's life as she had always been aware since birth and it wasn't a secret to anyone the way Korra had seen stability with you. She knew Korra loved you with every atom in her body, it made her happy, she found her balance on you. Maybe bringing you back wasn’t such a bad idea after all, Raava cared about the balance and light in the world and if Korra saw those exact traits on you, who was she to deny it?

Ice blue orbs started to open slowly and adapting to the light in the room, at first her heart felt heavy again when she saw you laying down still thinking maybe Raava wouldn't accept her request and it was a lost case for you two, but when she was about to stand up and leave, your dry throat started to make you cough.

Her hands started to tremble while your eyes opened taking your time, at first it was almost impossible to open them completely thanks to the light, but once they adjusted correctly your gaze looked around. Korra whispered your name, almost as if calling for you would make you close your eyes again, but you didn’t, you looked at her as she started to tear up from happiness.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra,” you called back hoarsely, she almost tripped getting next to you, you took her hand. “What happened? Why are we back in the air temple...? Why do you have blood on you? Are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It doesn't matter, my love, you're back.” she said between sobs, a sweet kiss was given by her before hugging you. “I swear I won't let my sight leave you from now on, I love you so much, you have no idea.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you too.” you said giggling, your arm hurt when you moved it and a small moan let her know, Korra distanced to see your face again. “Why does my body hurt? Wait, why am I wearing air nation clothes? Did I fainted or something?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You have no idea,” Korra said wiping her tears and taking a deep breath in. “Let me get someone to check on you and then we'll talk, honey.”

Another small kiss was given as she stood up again. Internally, Korra was thanking Raava for giving you another chance, she promised to be better, to protect you better and to work hard as the avatar to deserve such big gift the spirit gave her.

[asherxz]

Omg it's Hasbro manager (trust) hi guys

Anyway, pls, Sideswipe romantic hcs with a s/o being a wheelchair user.... I need my dose before sleep ty very much :b

RID Sideswipe with an S/O in wheelchair HCS

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This is my boss yall, im literally the Hasbro mascot (trust) ASFDSA anyway this is literally Sideswipes husband, i was at their wedding TEEHEE. It iss specified somewhere else its bc of chronic pain, so it'll be focused around that but i'll try not to make it too obvious!

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-VERY confused when he first meets you. Humans have wheels too?

-At first, he doesnt know how to be around you. He's scared he'll knock you over or something, but he quickly learns.

-He asks a lot of questions at first, he's very curious.

-You are Russels elder sibling, and you lived at the graveyard with your dad, so you were quite used to small obstacles with your wheelchair.

-He's quite impressed by that. He's quite impressed by you as a whole.

-When you grow closer and form a relationship, he's gotten a new obsession. He loves carrying you around. He's your personal wheelchair, just very big and lively. He just loves having you in his arms while walking around.

-If you're self conscious about being in a wheelchair or anything even remotely related to that, he'll lay with you for HOURS just trying his best to comfort you.

-He will absolutely love it if you let him decorate it. Even if it's just the smallest trinket.

-Will just randomly pick you out of it and carry you away from everybody else. He takes his cuddle time VERY seriously.

-Loves to lay down by your side, just looking lovingly at you as he runs his digits through your hair.

-Looots of forehead kisses from him. Kisses to the hair and everything around that is a must for him.

-Sideswipe may or may not be absolutely horrified by the thoughts that one day you two may not be together.

-He wants to talk to you about it... but he doesn't have the courage to. Why say I out loud when you can just bottle it up?(/J)

-Sometimes he gets a bit jealous when he sees you having fun with other people. He has a need to prove himself to you. Or well, prove to himself, he's worthy of dating you.

-Russel will find that whole relationship very weird it fist. But he'll warm up to it.

-Denny on the other hand? Nuhuh, he ain't having none of this.

-He's quite protective over you. He doesn't exactly care that you're dating a giant bot, it's more so the fact you're... Well, dating.

-Of course, Denny ends up being quite supportive of the relationship... so horray!

-Bee certainly doesn't trust the fact Sideswipe is dating you. He keeps a strict optic on him almost all the time.

-Other than that, he's a great one to date. Small jealousy problems and such, but other than that, he's great!

So sorry if this is ooc or short! I'm not thaaat far into RID!

[an-au-blog]

I love zosan and think the art made me love it even more, but if I'm being honest with myself and how I feel about the canon, I'd say there should be zolu and sanuso before zosan. Let me explain:

The only logical explanation for Zoro - a pirate hunter, who had killed pirates for very petty reasons... to join a random guy with no crew, no boat and a pipedream, is that he saw something in him. The sheer amount of loyalty this man holds for his captain is more than akin to blind devotion than anything. And the trust Luffy holds in his first mate is absolutely astounding.

Outside of the ladies, Sanji only ever defends/vouches for Usopp. Even though Usopp is a man, Sanji doesn't treat him with the annoyance he sometimes has for Luffy and Zoro. During the water 7 arc, he keeps defending Usopp even though the Mary fiascos. He's super protective towards him.

In conclusion, here's how I think it'd go:

Sanji had been unintentionally courting Usopp and only realized it when water 7 happened. At some point while they're still in recovery or maybe while they were still traveling to enmys lobby, he tries to tell him what he's realized. Because if he really leaves the crew, this would be his only chance and he needed to live without regrets, as there was no guarantee what could happen.

Sanji: Usopp, I know it's not the time or place, but-

Usopp: Haha, this isn't Usopp, I'm Sniper King, remember?!

Sanji (defeated, knowing nothing will come of this): Yeah, well, when you see Usopp, can you tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't tell him on time, but I love him and I regret only realizing it now...

Usopp: ...

Usopp: Oh... well... I'll be sure to tell him.

Sanji might have taken that as a nice way to reject him, so he decided to take it with dignity and leave but was stopped when he heard

Usopp: And thank you... I mean, he'd probably thank you. For telling him.

Would it be too pathetic of Sanji to hold onto hope?

After everything was said and done, Usopp joined again. Sanji had forgotten, with all the things that happened, about his confession. So he was a bit surprised when he approached him about it.

S: Soooo... Sniper King told me what you wanted to tell me...

U, sweating bullets: Whaaat? I didn't mean- I mean I never told him to tell you anything, idk what you're talking about. That sniper king guy probably lied!

S: I don't think he's the type to lie. He's a man of honor, you know.

U, not believe that he's getting jealous of himself: you're so easy to defend him, you like him or something?

S, with embarrassment but loving adoration: Yeah.

U, heart broken: Oh. Well, I wish you two a happy life then.

(If he's wondering whether or not to "rejoin as SK", but living a double life would be hard and -)

S: Wait, where are you going. I just told you I loved you and you're walking away? Did something happen, I thought...

U: You said you like Sniper King, not me. (*insert rant about how SK is so much better than Usopp and all that self degrading bs*)

S: Okay, okay, no. I know you're the same person. But if you insist: I love you too. Not only in a friend way, not because of your persona, but because of you. Usopp.

And awww, would you look at that, they started dating. Time passes and Usopp stops feeling as insecure as he had before. Sanji keeps flirting with women but never means it and they all know it because they always ends up back in each other's arms. But then something devastating happens. Sanji can't stop thinking about how the mosshead never wears a shirt. It's infuriating and Usopp kind of understands, at one point he goes "Have you tried touching his chest? Maybe you'll get it out of your system."

To which Sanji is 1. Speechless, petrified, flabbergasted; 2. Shook and horrified at the suggestion; 3. Kind of obsessed with the idea now that he thinks about it; 4. defensive because "my love, you are all I need how could youuuu think thaaat".

In that order.

Usopp, laughing nervously: It's not like I haven't done it.

Sanji: What?

Usopp: What.

So it turned out, that one night of drinking made Zoro almost kiss Usopp, which he backed away because he was afraid, but then Zoro called it "physical traids" which made him.confused and a bit worried that he didn't know what that was, so he said he'd think about it. Zoro looked at him in a way that conveyed "what is there to think about", but never voiced it. With a shrug, he said okay and never tried anything after that.

So Sanji and Usopp decided that they needed to talk about it with the swordsman himself. To work out the logistics if anything... What he said, however, none of them expected.

Zoro: I don't know why you make it into a big fuss. Physical traids, yeah, it's like: I find you attractive, you find me attractive, we care for each other so we make out or if we're feeling it - more. How can Luffy het it, but you can't.

Jaws on the floor.

They call Luffy in on the conversation and it gets worse.

Luffy: Yeah, it's like when I'm bored, or feel like it, we do stuff. But I don't really wanna kiss anyone else and I told him you guys are okay to kiss cause I trust you!

Explaining to them that, yes - that's kind of what dating is, and yes - they've been technically exclusively dating until now, went about as well as one might have hoped. At one point, Sanji definitely got frustrated from his own overthinking about why Marimo had hit on his boyfriend but never him. To which Zoro responded that he had tried a couple of times but Sanji just kicked or ignored him, so he gave up, thinking he wasn't interested.

And at some point Luffy definitely drops something like "I'd like to try with you guys too, it could be fun." with a beaming smile and both Usopp and Sanji wouldn't be able to stop thinking about ot for a week straight, low-key obsessing over it until they decide, okay, yes. And then they would tell him and he would just go "Oh, right, forgot about that, sure, let's do it!"

(idk this was funnier in my head)

[emovulture]

Hubby Price x ADHD reader 💫

this was an anons request <33

You and Price have been married for a few years now. He's aware of your ADHD, and he's so patient with you, you can't help but be forever grateful for this angel man. Sure, not everyday is perfect, because sometimes you'll forget really important dates, chores, or even your own health. John can't help but get just a little frustrated as this happened more then not, over and over. Though, he knows you literally cannot help it, and he does the best he can to help you.

Much like today, where you found yourself glued to your desk on your day off of work, barely moving from your seat. "You just have to finish this one tiiiny project. It's not that big of a deal, right? It hasn't even been thaaat long", is what a voice in your head keeps telling you over all the other sounds going on in your little noggin, but it has infact been hours. You started hyperfocusing on various arts and crafts project that you saw tiktok at around 10am, and it's currently 2pm. You've forgotten to eat, but this is almost done, right? You can get up soon because there's just a few more things until you're done, right..?

The front door opens, and your husband came back from running a few errands. He sighs, kicking off his boots, looking around as he locked the door. "Y/N, sweetheart, I'm home." He called out, earning no reply from your end. He hummed thoughtfully, soon making his way to your little office room. "Where are you, poppet?" He inquired once more, quickly finding you at your desk as he poked his head into the room. You finally processed the that John said something to you, and walked into the room. "Oh, hello, my love." You replied, but didn't bother looking up at him. His eyebrows furrowed just a little, and he walked closer, massaging your shoulders gently once his large hands got to you. He had already recognized your behavior, and decided to voice a question. "Be honest with me, hun. How long have you been sitting at this desk, mm?"

You then tried to splutter out an answer, finally sitting up properly, your back aching after having the posture of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. "Pfft, uh, like.. um.." you couldn't even respond, not actually knowing how much time had went by. "What.. time is it..?" You chuckled nervously, to which John sighed, his hands stopping their ministrations. "My love.." he grumbled, attempting to hide the slight annoyance in his tone. You finally looked back at him with an anxious smile, and your husband spun your chair around so you weren't even facing what you were hyperfocusing on. "Cmon. I'm going to go make us a nice lunch, and force you to relax this afternoon." He stated, leaving no room for any arguments, and soon picked you up bridal style, making you squeal a little, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold yourself up.

"I'm sorry, John." You murmured, looking away from him , but he just smiled softly. "Oh hush. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you.. we'll worry about the chores later." He purred, "But for now, let's get some food in your belly. Knowing you, I can only assume you haven't eaten yet, you silly bugger." Your husband kissed your temples.

[finnritter]

Okay update: I did kinda well actually! Killed the vowels, but messed up the one diphthong that I absolutely didn't get yesterday so that's fair. And I actually found all the consonant phonemes I was missing so that's good!

Did I spend almost 2 hours yesterday creating and IPA chart for Quenya (it me, professional linguistics nerd) only to find out now, that there already is a full table on tolkiengateway? Hell yes I did.

I should really have checked the internet first tbh. On the other hand: good practice for me! Gonna check how well I did (probably not very, all those labialised and palatalised phonemes were killing me. I kind of forgot/never learned how to properly denote them whoops)

[dozing-marshmallow]

chris mclean x reader when reader finds out they are pregnant?? Smth like that or just chris with his and readers baby? How he’d act like a dad or smth

I can’t lie, this motivated me since I always tend to think about how Chris would be as a dad 😭 Daily reminder to drink water and eat well everyone💗!  Enjoy reading!

CHRIS MCLEAN AS A DAD HEADCANONS

Chris definitely has thought about being a parent during his occupation of hosting a show of teenagers.

He just didn’t expect that thought to become a thing so soon.

He used to internally mock a lot of the contestants’ parents for the way some of them turned out. Now here he was, worrying how his seed will bloom.

Having children actually did appeal to him, he’s just aware that being a dad would require a lot from him and he wasn’t sure if he could dedicate himself to that for the next few decades or so, especially at a time where his career was opening so many opportunities for him.

You were excited, holding the positive pregnancy test to him,“Isn’t this amazing, Chris? I’m holding your baby! You’re gonna be a dad!”

“It really is mine, huh?” He blinks, scratching the side of his head,“Sorry if I don’t sound excited or anything... It’s sorta hard for me to feel sentimental about this kind of stuff instantly.”

“Don’t worry.” you kiss his cheek,“You’ll feel something, sooner or later.”

He nods in consensus,“‘Course! But don’t take it that I’m not happy; when you first told me, I wanted to celebrate by pouring ourselves a glass of fine wine...just for me to remember you can’t drink alcohol for the next few months.” he chuckled at the last part.

“Chriiis...” your saliva was now filling the back of your mouth at the thought of that strong daring drink,“Why would you say thaaat?”

“Don’t worry! If it makes you feel better, I’ll give it up for you until the baby comes. Until the baby comes... Huh.” a bemused look crawls on his skin,“Never thought I’d say that.”

“Didn’t you think about having a baby before, Chris?” now it was your turn to blink.

“That’s a question you can ask anyone, (Y/N).” his eyes slide around,“But sure. It’s about time I passed my amazing, talented, good looks down the family tree.”

You made it clear to Chris that while you were in full agreement to spoiling the baby, you wanted them to know about gratitude and patience.

Chris was set on your condition, because there was no way he wasn’t going to spoil this child.

He has money to spend.

Often, you have emotional outbursts, thinking you’re ugly and that Chris was going to leave you for a more attractive woman.

”It’s no fair...” you sobbed,“If my body was going to be made to give life, why is it reacting so dramatically?”

Chris wasn’t cruel enough to involve your side effects of pregnancy with his sadism,“Dramatically is a big stretch... It’s your first time, you haven’t done anything like it before.”

“True... But I’m worried you don’t think I’m attractive anymore. I mean.” She scanned him up and down,”You haven’t changed one bit this entire pregnancy and here I am, a weeping sack of fat. I wouldn’t be surprised if...if...you...saw other girls...”

“(Y/NN)...” he gently lays his head on your tummy,“I know being on TV may have made you super insecure, but you’re still the same beautiful thing I fell in love with. Pregnant or not, no other gal could be as cool as you are.”

He wasn’t going anywhere,“Thanks...Chris.”

Also if you wanna know how the contestants reacted...they were horrified. For a variety of reasons- the future of the child’s life with a dad like Chris, what Chris had to do to even conceive that child etc.

The only ones that properly congratulated you were DJ and...

Yeah, just DJ.

You knew their reasons to be concerned, but you trusted Chris to be a good dad, even if he was eccentric, both on and off TV.

When labour rolls around, you’re clutching Chris’ hand. At contractions, you would bite onto the edge of his shirt. He knows he has no right to tell you to calm down, so he uses his other hand to pet your head and his mouth to tell you everything was going to be fine.

Thanks to all the remedies Chris bought for you during the pregnancy, the birth was bearably fast and you didn’t suffer any complications.

It was all worth it, to hear the crying of your reddening flower, alive and well, seeing the face your and Chris’ DNA fused.

You had never been more grateful for him.

One of the few times he cried. Holding that bawling bundle of love, the paternal sentiment dawned on him at last, in the room of white on a cloudy day.

“So... I’m...a dad now...” he settled, looking down at the scrunched up face of the baby he’s made, wet nose twitching,“Hey there...”

You nod, peering over, whole family in tears,“Welcome to the world, sweetheart.”

He was a lot more affectionate than he thought he would be. He enjoys cradling the infant, keeping an eye on her as you rest, feeding her, as part of his routine.

He always finds a way to include her in any conversation he has.

Even at night, when she cries and he’s woken up, groggy and heavy-headed, it never fails to bring a smile on his face, that it was his baby he’s shushing back to slumber.

The baby loves feeling around Chris’ face and his black hair whenever he holds her on the couch.

And we all know how tight a baby’s grip is.

Well Chris didn’t until his daughter held a batch of his hair in her first for an hour.

“(Y/NNN)! Make her let go of me!” he begged you, holding her away as far as her stubborn arm would allow, having enough.

Rather than assisting him, you remained where you were and chuckled at the little one’s mischief,“She must really like your hair.”

“I like my hair too, but you don’t see me grabbing it for an hour!” he whined.

Hearing her dad’s harmless frustration, the baby giggled and let go.

Chris froze. With his ageing umber eyes, he locks them onto the fulgent new, squinting from smiling, eyes of his baby. Next thing you knew, he juxtaposed what he was whining about ten seconds ago by bringing the soft face of his daughter right onto his, stroking, sniffling,“I have the most adorable baby in the world...!”

Though being a dad did undeniable changes to Chris, he was still him, you know? No amount of children could ever erase his personality.

For example, you’ve caught him several times trying to get the baby interested in violent movies and sharks.

“Chris! You’ll scare her little mind half to death!” you scold, picking her up from his side.

“What, like our generation didn’t grow up with scary stuff? She can handle it, put her back down!” he argued, annoyance gracing his gorgeous face.

Considering she’s Chris’ child, she probably could.

It’s not surprising that Chris would feed any offspring of his the tv show he was most famous for and even bring her on set.

You admit you felt a bit unsure about her being exposed to a lot of the content of Total Drama, but you knew, without a scent of doubt, Chris would keep her safe by all costs.

He’d do this thing where as he’s addressing his viewers on Total Drama, he’d have the baby on his lap and she’s just mindlessly looking around or sucking his hand. He’d give her a remote control to release something dangerous like a bomb on the campers and laugh when she unintentionally activates it by putting it inside her mouth.

Rewatching old episodes though, the child squealed every time Chris came on screen, Dama! Dama! (Drama! Drama!)

You weren’t surprised when she cooed “Dada” before “Mama”.

There you go, she had two names for Chris. You?

Nothing.

Were you upset by it? Eh, maybe a little. You found the more important part being your husband discovering to really enjoy being a dad to a child who really loves him too.

You turn to see Chris playing peek a boo with her.

Mother’s paradise.🌺