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seconding semma to the point where i literally am like oh semma? yeah i love tumblr user seancamerons
lmao so honored. š my day's officially been made.
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art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillowš
art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.
he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.
the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.
the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.
after that, you had assumed thatāin timeāhe'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.
but this didn't happen.
if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.
he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.
he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.
he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.
he liked yearned for it all.
when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.
one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.
itās kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.
but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.
when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then itāll start.
heāll drool.
all over.
down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.
just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.
he can't help it.
because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.
when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.
"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."
and he'll know right away what you mean.
"Anghhā feel s'good, s'goodā 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.
he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.
slurp. wipe. whimper.
a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.
his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.
after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. heās just eager.
maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. itās just so perfectly him.
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would lambert like burgers. its been tearing at my mind they dont know what a burger tastes like would they be indifferent? would they despise it and wish it would despawn in their universe effective immediatley. or woudl the burder rem life chanigng wougl they make the cults local chef create their own speical burgers would the burg pelase i ned to knwo
YKNOW TBH I honestly think lambie wouldn't be crazy for food in general anymore, even burgers, so ultimately very indifferent to it since they don't need to eat anymore to sustain their body. The only times they decide to eat something is for special occasions and or desperate situations. For extra hearts for crusades!
This is largely based on how my gameplay started out eating everyday to coming to a point that the sermons were enough that i got rid of my own cooking station entirely. so they weren't like this at the start, but the more they became less in contact with their mortality and closer to their godhood the more that mortal pleasures become "below them" if you catch my drift
GOAT HOWEVER is a different story i I think theyd love a burger, maybe some fries too, They're in the same boat as Lambie where food isnt a neccesity anymore. But compared to lambie i think goat doesn't let their immortality stop them from enjoying the things they enjoy. probably tethering them to the mortal plain and as a say to how theyre impure compared to lambie by indulging in vices but like, let's be honest. What kind of freak weirdo would reject food altogether. A real nutcase if you ask me. A real utter looney.
#THIS IS SUCH A FUNNY ASK THANK YOU. CANT HELP TO RAMBLE#well anyways my lambert philosphy 3 if you count it LOL#š#cult of the lamb#cotl#lambert#goat#āļø#i LIKE both goat and lambie i think they have a really fun dynamic in my head despite it at all i just need to get used to drawing goat#freakkk bestieisms if you ask me
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I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly
*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*
"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"
ā¦ćANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy š¤šø
He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him theĀ secondĀ you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he hadĀ otherĀ matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.
So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.
...And even himself.
Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the doorĀ to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more ā making sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stashĀ allĀ of his caps and beanies inside.
Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.
But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore ā especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.
He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather...Ā intenseĀ need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded himĀ multiple timesĀ for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all butĀ triedĀ to change his ways. To better themselves for you.
After all, you deserved nothing less.
Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze ā and had the dark-haired man not been soĀ enrapturedĀ by your ministrations ā he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.
Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.
But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing awayĀ allĀ of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.
Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Worn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence thatĀ youĀ should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead ā all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.
("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"
"...WhenĀ that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")
So after watching you be soĀ meticulousĀ with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you ā let alone to a frivolous request ā but admittedly, theyĀ didĀ find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.
Just like how heĀ usedĀ to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.
Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to getĀ anyĀ sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy ā only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.
Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.
And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen ā alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.
You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call ā to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.
"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"
There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling himĀ right nowĀ to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.
Or perhaps you were already aware that heĀ knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.
Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.
"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"
There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.
"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"
Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.
You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.
And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'dĀ gone yearsĀ without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tankā
Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.
He can't help butĀ smileĀ when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.
"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans inĀ closerĀ until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."
#š ā answered.#š¤ ā sai writes.#š ā 14 days with queue.#š ā about ren.#I'm like 14 years late bc of irl stuff; but wahhh belated happy birthday!!#I received your other ask about how you and Ren share a birthday after a holiday... It fr made me laugh dhghjs#But lmaooo I am so sorry that y'all get discounted holiday candy on your birthdays ;v;#Hopefully you don't mind this fic as a (super late) present!!#The froggy [REDACTED] art in Discord server shall be your early birthday present lol /silly#Anyways........... WHIPPED!!#HE'S SOOOO WHIPPED!!!#The froggy hat stays ON during motorcycle dates#Thank you for your service (I won't snitch about you breaking and entering) š«”
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OMGSHHA I LOVE YOUR BLOG UGHHH this has been on my mind for a little while but keigo breeding reader like crazy because baby boy is in a rut and canāt keep his hands of them he just wants to breed them so good he canāt help itt š£š£ā¤ļø
Can't Help Myself.
includesā hawks x gn!reader. minors dni. smut.
warningsā rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(
Your doting boyfriend has always been quite handsy, but lately Keigo's been... Excessive? Desperate, more like.
"Fuckā 'M sorry," he pants above you, eyes glazed over and bottom lip quivering as the tight vice of your body just won't let him go. His tongue feels too heavy for his cotton-dry mouth, his palms clammy as he paws at your chest, neck, hipsā anywhere he can get his greedy hands on.
You both know exactly what he's apologizing for, though you don't think it's necessary. He doesn't want to be too rough with his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely darling; but how can he treat you with the tenderness you deserve when wrecking you feels so good? When every backstroke sucks him in like a vice, as if you're just begging to keep him inside and fill you to the brim? Just the thought of your body responding so earnestly, of it begging and ready to be bred, sends a sharp current down his spine. It's electric.
And it goes straight to his cock.
How would you look when he's filled you, he wonders? He can't stop his attention from drifting, can't stop himself from visualizing the look of your jaw slack, his name dripping from your lips as he pulls out and obscenely fucks his cum back into you.
The sounds it would make... The ring it would form around the base of his cock as he twitches and pumps load after load inside you...
He needs it. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.
It's quite the contrast to his typical giving nature. The thoughtful, attentive Keigo who's gentle fingers would bring you to orgasm at least twice before he even thought about undressing himself is long gone.
Gone is the man who'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he rocked careful thrusts to the rhythm of the kisses he'd plant on your collarbone, gone is the man who took his time in breaking you down into fits of pleasure only he could provide.
He wants to be that for you right now. Honest. He is trying, you know.
His restraint doesn't go unnoticed. There's a pause in his thrusts, a pained look in his eyes as he tries so desperately to take it slow. Each time his hips cant forward, a breathy "hah" escapes his lips and his brow furrows just a bit deeper. He can't push his baby too much, no, but fuck this isn't enough. Tears of frustration burn at his eyes as he holds every cell in his body back from what his instincts scream and beckon him to do.
God help him, he just needs to breed you for all you're worth, just needs a couple loads stuffing you to make him normal. He needs to fuck you like rabbits, sweet and slow be damned.
Little does he know, you've caught on to his predicament.
His breath catches in the cutest squeak when you fist the roots of his hair and yank his head to the side to meet your heated gaze.
"You want to be a good boy, don't you?"
Eyes impossibly wide, full of fearful adoration and eager to please, Keigo nods sharply.
"Yeah, Iā" he fucking whines, leaning his head into the grip you have on his scalp. "Wanna be good." He blinks away the tears sticking to his dark lashes before looking to you for orders.
Pretty little puppy, you swear to god.
"My pretty boy," you coo. He shudders in response, melting and gooey in your grasp. Pliable. "C'mon, Kei', let go for me?"
He winces, shaking his head to free himself from the places his mind is going. He begins to rock his hips again, feathers trembling with barely concealed restraint. He tries to ground himself by mouthing at your exposed chest. It doesn't work.
You roll your eyes. Of course he'd be stubborn; but you know exactly what will bring him to his knees.
Leaning into the crook of his neck, you let out an unabashed moan directly into his ear. He goes rigid.
"Keigo, breed me?" His eyes open wide, breath stopping completely, as if he doesn't want a single sound blocking his focus from your words. "I need you, pleaseā has to be you. No one else." You run your fingers up the expanse of his back, digging your nails into the tender skin. "Fuck me, breed me, do whatever you want to meā"
He can't take any more. He plants a palm over the headrest with a firm thud and fucks you with the speed and fervor of a man possessed, a man obsessed.
"Whatever I want, huh?" The far-gone way he slurs the words out has you shivering. You grip his shoulders for dear life, high pitched, pretty little moans settling in his bones. With each punishing thrust, they seem to get louder and louder. Music to his fucking ears, he thinks.
You're close. He can feel it in the way you're squeezing the life out of his cockā greedy for it. You're the perfect little outlet for all his rutting frustrations, and he just wants to take.
When it hits you, you feel the air leave your lungs. You hook your trembling legs across the small of his back, back bowing as you wring and milk his cock for all it's worth. "That's it, doveā oh, fuck me," his harsh pace never slows, even as you squirm and hiccup beneath his grasp. The fact that your orgasm is pulling him in, like your body itself knows that he's aching to fill you breaks what little restraint he has left.
"Take it baby, need to breed youā inside, inside," he practically babbles into your shoulder, his hips losing focus. He can feel himself throbbing inside you, pumping his hips as he chases his own climax.
When he finally finishes, he can't stop shivering and snarling into the skin he's latched onto, the very skin he's sunk his teeth into.
He does good on his promise, indulgently toying with the mess he's created inside you. Mesmerized, he doesn't let you waste a drop, pushing it deeper inside.
You let out a sigh of complete satisfaction, prompting a dazed chuckle from above.
"Oh, no. We're not done here, sweetheart. What was it you said? 'Whatever I want', yeah?"
#hiii sorry i made him a bit baby gurl here#got lost in the sauce myself. thank you for the ask !! <3#š asks#š writing#š¶ spice#hawks x reader#bnha x reader#keigo takami x reader#hawks smut#keigo takami smut#smut mention#mha thirst#bnha thirst
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Nobody can change my mind on the fact that small innocent kisses with buck always turns into full makeout sessions and he 100% would know what he is doing every time
sigh, i want to makeout with buck like a horny teenageršš
he knows EXACTLY what heās doing too, maybe when youāre both puttering around the house heād start with innocent enough touches, maybe give you a gentle peck when he passes you, and heād slowly build up the tension until youāre snapping and launching yourself at him.
NO WAIT and then youād be pushing him back to sit on the couch and straddling his lap and grinding against him and youāre in a frenzy, trying to touch every single inch of his body and heās holding your hips in place whispering āslower, slowerā against your lips because heās a goddamn tease!!!
heās pulling away from your lips every now and then and holding your throat gently, making you slow down and catch your breath meanwhile your mind is clouded with lust and youāre practically begging him to touch you. he just holds your head far enough back that he can study your pretty eyes and puffy lips and not let you kiss him again yet.
āso desperate for it, baby. and all i did was kiss you.ļæ½ļæ½
(s)creaming!!!!
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hello there! any thirsty thoughts about mattsun recently š¤
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issei likes leave the lights on.
he likes to see the shudder of anticipation that ripples through you when you feel the thick outline of his erection press heavily to the soft, thin barrier of your panties. the way your throat bobs as you swallow when he rocks down against you, a slow, teasing drag of his generous length along the covered bud of your pert, swollen clit.
he likes the way your eyes glaze over when his cock springs free from the confines of his boxers, hard and throbbing and dripping with precum.
but most of all, his fingers flick on the dull glow of the lamp each time without fail for thisāfor the sight of your spit-soaked lips parting wide in a choked out gasp as he notches the leaking head of his shaft at your soaked, quivering entrance.
for the sight of his cotton sheets bunching beneath the grasp of your clenched fingers, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he works to stuff his fat cock inside of you, your tight pussy spasming hard as he slips in deeper. the way your lips move as you whimper desperately for him to keep going, that you can take it.
your taut muscles and naked breasts and the slick sweat that gathers in the hollow of your throat (youāll tremble and whine when he laps and nips at the tender, salty skin there after).
itās for thisāthe flash of white teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip as your fingernails dig into the skin of his back, chest heaving, your greedy walls sucking in his cock with a vice grip that nearly has him coming on the spot.
issei leaves the lights on to see the satisfaction on your face when he finally buries himself to the hilt in the soaking wet warmth of your cunt, the pleasure that washes over you when he rasps āgood girlā against the shell of your ear once youāve taken every last inch of him balls deep.
#š inbox#thank u for asking my mind is an overflowing buffet of mattsun thirst#around the clock#matsukawa issei#matsukawa issei x reader#haikyuu#mattsun#mattsun x reader#dee writes#rambling: i. matsukawa
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i'm ngl i was reading happy now but fell asleep midway and had the craziest dream abt jaehyun (...pornstar!jh don't ask, but your thoughts are very welcome, if you'd so graciously provide them š), thank you for this blessing of a fic, i'm gonna go back to finishing it :3
UR SO SWEET??? thank you sm i hope you enjoyed it :(
and omg anon ur on to smth with pornstar!jae i NEED to hear abt ur dream hold onā¦ā¦..,
im thinking about pornstar!jae who knows heās got a huge cock and acts like it too. no one has ever made a single complaint about working with him because heās just too good at what he does; he knows just how to use his mouth, knows all the right dirty little things to whisper in her ear, never cums first.
pornstar!jae who catches you watching his latest, and is surprised that innocent little you seems to be enjoying watching him fuck a woman senseless on a kitchen counter, blushing as you keep your volume low at sounds of their pleasure.
pornstar!jae who jerked off to the thought for the first time in a long while, picturing your hand stuffed in your panties while you touched yourself to him, wishing it was you underneath him instead. being the little shit he is, he makes a number of allusions to the incident, driving you mad because youāre not sure whether he knows or not.
pornstar!jae who finally confesses he wants to fuck you in the most casual manner, stroking your bright red cheek with a thumb slowly. you can only imagine his surprise when you shyly ask whether you can make a lil movie out of it, all his thoughts shooting straight down to his cock.
pornstar!jae who has you bent over his balcony railing, drilling into you long and hard, a hand slapped over your mouth to not wake the neighbours. he has your dress bunched up over your breasts, watching them jiggle with each hard thrust, positioning you so youāre facing the lens of the camera. he gives you exactly what you wanted and more, and with each coo of ādirty girlā and each slip of his fingers into your mouth, your moans sound even more pornographic than those of the women he fucked on screen. youāve already come all over his mouth, but heās absolutely relentless as he slips a hand around you to rub fast circles on to your throbbing clit.
pornstar!jae who downloads and saves the video on to his āfavouritesā album, knowing that would be the only thing heād watch for the next couple months. he knows it would do numbers if he posted it but he wants it to be āhis special lil secretā, even thought you both know there would be more to come.
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omg! some focus on our girls!.
Stephanie and Batsis!readers relationshipā¦ it hurts so much.
Batsis was normal almost opened to Steph in the beginning. likely because Steph was not only outside of the family, outside of the people she needed to prove herself too but Steph was another girl struggling to be a vigilante just like her, that with the fact Batsis saved Steph in their first meeting likely soothed a lot of her insecurity because she was helpful and capable for once. it was a nearly perfect opportunity for Batsis to make a friend in her vigilante life, to have someone in her corner who could resonate with her, who she didnāt have to prove herself tooā¦ only for all that to come crashing down when Steph was chosen to be batgirlā¦ for someone she had thought she was on the same level with maybe even slightly higher then to suddenly ābe chosen over herā it triggered that same negative self image that had originally been absent in her relationship with Steph except so much worse because now she isnāt just shadow boxing now she has actual competition, one who has already won over her.
the fact that the actual reason Steph was chosen was due to Batsis degrading mental health in self-endangerment only makes this worse for her. grief can often time exacerbate already existing mental health issues like insecurity, feeling like if you were stronger or smarter, if you were better that who you lost would still be alive are so common and being a vigilante would only add ācredibilityā to those thoughts. if youāre fighting to save lives then how come you couldnāt have saved your loved ones?. those heightened negative feelings leading her to misconstrue why Steph was chosen to be batgirl making her unable that it was in part for her own safety even when directly told fully believing she was being lied to and seen as lesser.
all of that leads to her shutting out and lashing out at that one person she previously didnāt seem to feel a need to prove herself to, the one person who could understand her, the one person who seemed to have believed she was fit for the role as batgirl from the start who never doubted her before. Batsisā own negative self image completely destroys her relationship with someone who believed in her and who she believed in. turning it into a competition turning that girl she couldāve built a bond with into nothing more then someone she needs to prove herself better then.
Stephanie seemed to truly believe in batsis despite noticing her flaws from their very first interaction. Steph knew Batsis wasnāt flawless and yet still clearly respected her, despite not wanting her help, because she related, she too wasnāt the best and need to improve, to Steph Batsis was someone who has more experience then her in the field of vigilantism but still reachable someone she could connect with, someone who had extended her belief, belief in her skills, in her determination, belief in her. and Steph extended it that belief back. she believed in Batsis, and it seems she still does even the tinniest bit.
Steph seemed so excited to show Batsis, her as batgirl. almost as if she was saying ālook iāve caught up with you now!ā āweāre matching!ā possibly thinking that them sharing the batgirl moniker would bring them closer together deepen their connection only for it to destroy it.
to suddenly be faced with such anger and accusation by someone who you were forming a bond with mustāve hurt so much. for someone who had once offered you such unwavering belief to view as nothing but competition, an obstacle they need to overcome, someone they need to knock down someone they need to be aboveā¦ would be agonizing. not just losing their belief in you but gaining near condemnation as if they want nothing more then to see you fail all while accusing you of trying to hurt them of trying to replace them as seeing them as lesserā¦
Steph was just trying to prove herself, trying to find her place and unknowingly pushed Batsis out of the one she was trying to carve for herself.
Barbra was trying to help, both girls needed a guide, both were trying to prove themselves, trying to find their places, they needed to, they both needed helpā¦ and were equally deserving of it. but realistically Babs could only supply an adequate level of help to one. she couldāve and shouldāve tried to do more for Batsis but thereās only so much one person could do. it was one or the other and Barbara knew that. she only likely knew that what Batsis was going through was much more then she was equipped to handle especially when she was also in charge of helping Steph. she couldāve and shouldāve done more for batsis even if it was only ten precent more but she couldnāt have done much on her ownā¦
it would need to be a group effort and unfortunately due to the circumstances it wasnāt very feasible but they still shouldāve tried shouldāve done somethingā¦
anyway thats it for todays amateur dyslexic analysis hour. babs section could be better but i need to sleep, iāll domore when i get more scenes of her.
LITERALLY COULDNāT HAVE SAID IT ANY BETTER š„¹ i have to admit, steph and readerās relationship became more complex than i intended for it to, but i think it fits well with the story now so im happy with that. youāre so right by saying that Steph was outside of the family and outside of the people reader needed to prove herself to. Steph was another girl struggling to be a vigilante just like her, which is why there was a chance for them to bond over, but all of it was ruined when steph became batgirl whilst reader was benched. reader being benched didnāt help with her growing insecurities and need for validation/to prove herself, and it only intensified seeing how someone else āstoleā her role, the one thing she was trying to prove herself with.
as for babs, she was trying to help both girls, but she inevitably spent more time on steph and left reader alone. i agree that babs definitely could have handled it better, but for the sake of the plot we move on. iād like to think that babs didnāt realise how vital her role is in readerās life as a guide/mentor and a role model (considering sheās the first batgirl and the one who set the standardsāvery much like dick with robin) the person taking up the mantle after the first person set very high standards for it definitely donāt have it easy lol
there will be more of barbara and readerās relationship explored in chapter 7, so hopefully youāll look forward to that and babs owning up to her mistakes and seeing where she went wrong..! š¤
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3tan slice:
yoongi watching reader get ready š
stopppp i love this :((( this is for the 3tan yoongi and irl yoongi missers (at least, one of the things i have planned<;333)
"How about this one?"
Oh, you're back already. Adjusting his arm, Yoongi lifts his head to check his phone screen, wondering if you're gonna pass up this next dress too despite him liking the hell out of it.
"Is that new?"
Your smile is truly one of his favorite things.
"Yeah! Got it when I went shopping with Yuri. Well. She made me get it."
When you pout, do you know how it affects him?
Yoongi just huffs through his nose, settling into the crook of his elbow and letting the warmth of afternoon coat his shoulder. Casting a quick look out his blinds, he wishes you were here instead, coming in and out of another closet that comes to mind.
"Is it bad? Damn."
"Huh?" Shit, he never answered out loud. "Nah, that's the one."
"Oh, okay. You didn't say anything."
Still his problem. A million thoughts, with nowhere to go. "Sorry, doll. Just thinking."
You're in the middle of undressing offscreen, which is yet another thing he finds incredibly endearing. He can only see one of your elbows peek into the frame as you question,
"Work again?"
"You," he corrects, full of sleepiness and void of hesitation.
"Oh."
Eyes fully shut, Yoongi doesn't lift them again until you fetch for another opinion. Which is longer than he expects because you go fully silent for a bit.
"Okay, how's this?"
His eyes flicker open seconds before his heart skips.
Fuck.
He hasn't felt his chest beat like that in a minute.
Are words coming out this time? Or is his tongue as uncooperative as his brain? Why can't he say the simplest shit when you're just standing in front of him? Fuck, he can't even articulate anything but he just knows you're fucking beautiful.
When the hell did you steal his voice, too?
"I'll let you sleep," you whisper, and he hates how down you sound because should never have a reason to feel that way. "Just text me when you can, yeah?"
If he can't say how he feels, Yoongi goes for the second option. And he's not letting that one fail. "Come over when you're done."
"Wait, what?"
He adjusts his head again, slanting a bit higher to admire everything about you. "After your dinner."
"You need to sleep..."
Why are you so considerate when it comes to him? What did he ever do to deserve anything you're willing to give? He's thought about these things so much that they take up most of his sleepless, tired nights. "You're gonna keep me up looking like that anyway."
"But.. what about.."
"I won't take long."
"You sure?"
"No."
God. Yoongi will never, ever get over the ways you try to hide that shyness. There's no way he can stop his grin, and when you make him swear it will be quick, he also can't stop himself from teasing yet again,
"Depends on how long you last."
"Alright, bye," you deadpan, giving him sweet rejection and hitting him where it hurts so good. But you smile once more, agreeing to come over but only for a tiny, tiny bit.
"That's all I need, doll."
"Prove it."
Oh.
He intends to.
Because you can make him speechless for now.
But when it comes to showing you how he feels?
There's no way you're shutting his ass up.
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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!
series: three tangerines
#anon#thank you for sending this in!#3tanslices#asks:3tan#3tanextras#*ryenfictalk#ryenwrites#mailboxš#something to hold us over<3#bts imagines#bts reactions#yoongi fic#yoongi fanfic#bts fic
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I dream of being one of your snails, to be enveloped by the gentle warmth of your touch, as you gracefully trace and fill the void with the vibrant colors that emanate from your soul
these love letters are starting to get a little weird guys
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Jane and spinner
not pro, but not anti
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I also had this idea about dilf era art having his sex tape(s) leaked.. or leaking them on purpose because his career is falling off.
The Christian moms would be clutching their pearls when they hear about THE art donaldson getting his back blown out š
His tennis career might be over but maybe he's got a new one with his pretty younger gf and her massive strap
ufff angel ! !
itās a massive scandal when it leaks on twitter from an anonymous account.
the start of the video is actually pretty tame; and youād never expect the man in the video to be the wimbledon-winning art donaldson. the first few minutes show a fit, naked man sitting on the edge of a bed with a girl in his lap. his hands on her hips, his cock bobbing in the little space left between them. sheās wearing a lacy black lingerie set, and even though you canāt see their facesāthe framing cuts off their headsāyou can tell from the wet, depraved noises alone that theyāre aggressively making out.
the sloppy kissing turns into the two individuals getting handsy. he reaches up to squeeze her tits over the fabric, and her hands seem to move up behind his neck to tug on the back of his hair. a flash of blond locks can be seen. thatās the first hint of his identity. he moans when she pulls, his abdomen tensing and his length dribbling a sticky glob of arousal from his tip. in the next instant, one of her hands reaches down and starts to palm his tip. he jolts forward and whines, letting out an anguished āhnnghhā as she starts to stroke him.
his breathing gets quicker, the pale skin of his chest growing more and more pink by the second, before his fingers appear to dig into her body and he tenses up. her hand pulls away, effectively edging him. he shudders and wraps his arms around her lower back, pulling her further into his body. āpleasepleaseplease..ā he can be heard whispering to begging her.
the tape cuts to black for only a moment beforeā
ā¦wow.
sheās now got him bent over onto all-fours on the bed, his ass facing her pelvis while she lines up a thick pink dildo thatās attached to a harness she hadnāt been wearing before. his head is still lifted just enough to keep his eyes out of the video, but his jaw and lips and the tip of his nose can be seen. his mouth is hung open in a desperate āoā while he feels her strap prod and begin to push in. it slides into him with little resistance, and she can be heard cooing down to the man below.
āthaaatās it, baby.. good job.. guess we prepped you enough, huh?ā
itās teasing yet authoritative in nature, and the man just lets out an anguished groan of pure unfiltered pleasure as she positions her hands at his hips and starts to earnestly fuck into him. each roll of her pelvis elicits a sharp moan and whimper, and anyone watching can clearly see his cock drooling onto the sheets helplessly.
suddenly, after only a couple of minutes of this, the woman hikes her leg up onto the bed, bending it at the knee to gain better leverage on the side farthest from the camera, and pushes her hand down into the space between his shoulder blades.
he lets out a surprised whimper, keens, and then falls face-down into the bedding.
and in that moment in the video, every single person watching finally realized who he was.
all of his features are now totally visible. every single one.
artās face is burning; his eyes rolling back into his head while his brows pinch up in ecstasy. his cheek is pressing into the mattress, his ass still up to meet her movements. he grips the white bedding under his palms and then bites his lip, āohhh, fuck,ā he whines, almost girlish, āfuck me harder, iām gonna come, babyā ah-haahā iām so close right now-!ā
heās making noises like a total pornstar; someone fit for the limelight and the mess of it all.
the woman, who can now be assumed to be his (controversially) younger girlfriend, complies with his begging with no more than a low chuckle. she bucks into him faster, and art yelps.
she raises her right hand and brings it down over his ass in a playful slap before she squeezes the flesh. his entire frame jolts and then he squeezes his eyes shut, his back perfectly arched, ā.. im gonna come, can iā mgnh- touch myself? can you-or, i cā AH!ā
the tennis playerās words get cut off when the girl leans over his back and wraps her hand around his sticky dick hanging heavily between his thighs. she pumps him quickly in time with her thrusts and it takes no more than twenty seconds before heās trembling all over. and god, itās a sight to behold.
āiām gonna come, ām gonna come, baby, im gonna come! iāmāā
a strangled curse flies past his lips before heās squealing and gushing milky strings of his release over her fingers and onto the bed. moans of pleasure turn into sobs of overstimulation as she milks him in her grasp, strong shots of his orgasm blending into pathetic dribbles of whateverās left inside his balls.
he collapses under her, her strap still filling him, and she tenderly strokes his shaking back with her left hand. artās gasping for air like heās been deprived of it for a moment too long, and some of his hair is sticking to his forehead. his eyes open slightly, albeit lidded, and he moans out a slurred āthank youā before the video cuts to an end.
the uproar in its wake is insane.
heās all over celebrity gossip magazines, and being talked about in raunchy podcasts, and exploited in deep-dive youtube videos. everything. itās everywhere.
people were talking about him now who hadnāt even thought about him in years.
he was the talk of the town, really.
.. so art doesnāt even feel guilty that he was the one who clicked āpostā.
#šø - ask prompts#š - mutuals#i wrote basically a whole fic but i love this concept sm omg angel ur mind#ok wait itās not as much as i thought#but i got carried away whoopsiesss#i personally need to see that tape#i need to see him getting bent into all kinds of nasty positions thanks#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader
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I love that you reblog the fics that you like...what are a some of your faves? Just wonder because your fics are amazing and you're such a incredible writer yourself and a icon coriolanus writer
I saw some really AMAZINg but really underrated fics on your reblogs which i didn't come across on my own feed
Attention is so sososooso good btw!! I'm so interested in where you're taking the relationship and hte plot
first off thank you for the lovely words anon!! before i even had the idea for attention i made this blog to rb my favorite corio fics i came across, so i still v much do that, i find a lot of them through tags, and also things my v talented mutuals have posted š
there are so many amazing ones that i couldnāt list them all but here are a few of my faves:
anything by @etfrin esp the arranged marriage au fics! their masterlist
blood on his canvas by @pasukiyo recently read that one and WOW
infernal desires by @desireangel just gorgeous and so wonderfully written
everybody knows that iām a good girl, officer by @cherienymphe we love a lana lyric and this fic is just *chefs kiss* i love it
and a few from ao3 for good measure:
poisoned petals by @sapphicrhaegon (the full fic is on ao3 and is wonderfully dark, heed the warnings)
donāt flinch (iāve got a soft mouth) by AttaBoyLuther on ao3
may the odds be in your favor by singme2sleep on ao3 (i believe their tumblr is @0bticeo )
there are so many more but those are a few of my faves! tags vary greatly of course so heed each warning individually!
also thank you for asking!! super flattered youād want to know and go show these incredible writers some love! š¤š¤
#asks š#thank you nonnie!!#i feel like i should backlog the fics i reblog and tag them as recs#iāll get around to that#mimiās fic recs
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I wanna ask how does Ren keep us with all the study and still manage to keep tab on MC š like left alone his natural intelligence. And also how does he smell like?
Have a nice day ā¤ļø
(Unfortunately, I seem to check this tumblr every hour, your posts mean alot to me muah ā¤ļø)
ā¦ćANSWERED: Ren doesn't have much else to do with his free time, so he spends it all watching you! And I wouldn't really say he's blessed with intelligence ā but rather ā he's clever in a cunning way. Ren can't solve basic math equations without the use of a calculator (/silly), but he can think of 20 different ways to blackmail someone into doing his dirty work in under 14 seconds.
As for your second question, it's already described in the demo, but he smells like mint, fresh linen, and something that's "wholly" ren!
#I got your other ask!! Thank you for reading the rules! ^^#And thank you for always checkin out this blog!! I'm sorry if the push notifications get annoying lmao#<- If you even have notifications turned on!! If not; keep it that way LMAO it's better to preserve your sanity /j#š ā answered.#š ā about ren.#š ā blog canon.#valentine00vivianxe
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more on sexually repressed Keigo: he doesn't want to scare off his crush with his sex drive so every date is like edging himself almost?? it's so good but so painful and whenever they kiss him they press into him just hard enough he makes a strangled moan/ chirping noise in the back of his throat. yeahhhhhh
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Oh my God, those little makeout sessions at the end of your dates have simultaneously become the highlight of his week and the bane of his existence.
You're his first real crush, he thinks, and that brings with it a myriad of... disorienting feelings that go past just butterflies and innocent longing.
Keigo has a commendable will and ability to conceal his newly found desires; but oh my fucking god he wishes he didn't have to. He knows you want him, too. When he presses himself against you, feathers pick up on that pounding heartbeat not from your chest, but from between your thighs.
It makes him throb in more ways than one, too.
He swats the thoughts away, shooing them off like a dog at the foot of a table. He'll be damned if he doesn't do romance right by you. Oh, you'd think he's such a freak if you knew, he's convinced.
He can't have you thinking that; so with a huff, he squeezes your hand before dropping you off at your front door yet again. The fingers on his right hand twitch when you blow him a kiss. He buries them in his pocket, turning away with a wave on his left before he takes flight, all to go home and fuck that same fist raw for another agonizing night alone.
#mini ask event#don't actually shoo dogs away thats not nice this is just an analogy djfkkgkfkck#give them a snack theyre part of the family too#WELCOME NEW ANON!!! thank you for this ask it's right up my alley#sigh#repressed!keigo....#šŖ· anon#š asks#š writing#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#bnha x reader#smut#š¶ spice#bnha thirst#mha thirst
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