#Bats my eyelashes sooo cutely

[morsobaby]

aawegghhhhccwwagcgcvaaaAAAA WOMWNNN AAUUHHUUJJHHU

[thebestsetter]

Imagine Barou Shohei deciding to spend a day having fun with his little sisters.

They dress him up like a princess, do his hair and put make up on him. And then he takes them to the park cause the girls wanted to play on the playground. And they didn't let him take the things off, cause according to them he turned out "so pretty!!". So, he just followed their orders like the great older brother he is.

Everything was fine, they were all having fun on the slides and swingers when all of a sudden...

"Pfft... Barou?! Is that you?"

Fuck.

You were there. You were the last person he wanted to see right now, while he had pink eyeshadow on his eyes and was wearing pink fairy wings.

"H-he even has a little crown!"

"He's not a maid anymore, he's a princess. Princess Barou"

"BAROU-KUN, SAY HI TO THE CAMERA!!"

No way. Isagi, Nagi and Bachira were here too.

Fuck. This was the worst situation he has ever been in.

"Turn. The camera. Off." He gritted

"Nah, I don't want to!!" Bachira smiled

"Focus on his blush!" Isagi laughed, and even Nagi was smiling a little

"He's wearing little bows on his hair!! Film them, Meguru!" You also laughed at him

He couldn't take the embarassment anymore.

"Turn this shit the fuck off or else I swear I'll fucking..."

"Sho?" He felt a tug on the pink ballet tutu he was wearing "Who are these people?"

"Yeah! Do they want to play with us?" Appeared a little girl on his other side

"Ownn, are they your younger sisters, Barou?" You giggled and crouched to match their height "They're soo cutee!!!"

"Thank you, miss" one of them smiled

"You're very pretty too!" The other one added, which made you almost melt

"Were you the ones who made this excelent work on Barou-chan?" Bachira asked them, finally turning off the camera

"Yeah!! Do you guys want to be princesses too?" They asked, eyes lighting up "We brought our make up kits with us!"

"Of course!!" You smiled at them, petting their heads "Turn me into the prettiest princess, please!"

"No way!" Bachira said "I'll be the prettiest one!"

"Well, if you're all going to participate, I will too." Isagi added, laughing

"Sounds like a hassle to get the make up off" Nagi said "I'll just watch you all"

"Come on mister! Let us at least do your hair!"

"Yeah Nagi, it's gonna be fun!" You tried to reason

"Boooo! Don't be a party pooper, Nagi!" Bachira suported

"Pretty pleasee" the girls said, batting their eyelashes

"I don't want to"

"I'll buy you a new character on that idiotic game of yours if you participate" Barou sighed, seeing as his sisters were almost crying (and he hated seeing them cry)

"Deal."

And so, you all spent the whole day having fun and playing with his sisters.

Sadly, the fun time came to an end.

"You're a great brother, Barou" you said to him when you were all parting ways

"Huh?"

"They're happy." You pointed to his sisters, who were playing tag with Bachira and Isagi "Thank you for making them happy"

You smiled at him, making him blush. Gladly, his make up was so strong that you couldn't see it.

"No big deal" he managed to compose himself

"Sho! Are they already going home?" His sisters interrupted the moment

"Yes, they are. You spent the whole day playing already. Come on, let's go" he grabbed his sisters arms and waved goodbye to you all

In the middle of the walk home, the youngest sister asked something that made Barou so surprised he almost jumped.

"Can your girlfriend play with us again tomorrow?"

"Girlfriend?!" Barou said with a high-pitched voice, but quickly calmed down "She's not my girlfriend"

"Why?? She's sooo pretty! And so nice, too! Call her tomorrow! The four of us can all go to the park together!" His sister begged

"...I'll see about that" he sighed and smiled, thinking about you playing with his siblings (and also wondering how great of a mother you'd be, not that he's ever admit it out loud)

The girls wanted to play with you on the park, just you four alone without anyone else to intervee. And what kind of brother would Barou be if he declined his little sisters' wishes?

It's not like it would be a date or anything, right?

Secretly, his sisters high five each other. They really liked you. It would be a shame not to have you in the family as Shohei's girlfriend. They're little geniuses, aren't they?

~ A/N: TAGGING THE BIGGEST BAROU FAN I KNOW @sharkissm

THIS ONE'S FOR YOU CAUSE THERE ARE TOO LITTLE BAROU FICS AND YOU DESERVE ONE. ☝️

Also, not proofread. This is basically just a word vomit lol

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[wanderingxiao]

hhhhhhhhhh omg ur works are so good!!!!!11! can i request for scara x reader where scara lets us be dominant plsssss (w penetration) this is my first time requesting sooo- THANK YOU ZEPHYRRRRRRRRRR 🥹🥹🥹🥹🖤🖤🖤

Good Boy~

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Fem! Dom, Riding, cursing, teasing, mentions of mommy, praising, begging, unprotected sex, and a creampie to finish 💜

A/N: This honestly got so away from me. It’s longer than I had originally intended. But I hope you enjoy it!! 💜

Frantic flurries of hands gripping at clothing blurred in the eyes of the two passionate lovers. Your hands were rushing up his abdomen to rest over his chest, your wrists pushing his clothing up his body. His own hands hastily unzipping your dress from behind, pulling at the spaghetti straps of your dress to push it off your lovely body that always drove his mind into an animalistic frenzy.

“Mmph~ Scara wait-“ He scoffed softly against your lips, pulling his hands away for a moment to rid himself of his clothing, leaving him only in his pressed slacks with a shiny belt shimmering under the dim lighting. “What? Spit it out.” His hands were on you in seconds, exploring your bare skin and tugging at your bra, eager to get it off and let your breasts bounce free into his grabby hands. “I wanna top tonight.” His muscles tensed, his eyes narrowing in surprise and question at your bold request. “Huh?”

His movements had halted and he was staring at you, his face a light pink in embarrassment and arousal. You held a determined look on your face, and you pushed on his chest firmly, pushing him to fall back against the generous cushion of the mattress. “You heard me Scara. I want to top tonight. I want to make you feel good… Please?” He couldn’t deny your begging and how you batted your eyelashes cutely at him, it always made him weak in the knees whenever you pleaded so sweetly. He couldn’t resist.

Your fingertips were like ice on his hot body, trailing lovingly up his abdomen to his pectorals. The firm sight of his toned abdomen came under your sinful gaze, dirtying him with your mind in the best of ways. Goosebumps littered his pale smooth skin, his cock beginning to strain harder against his pants at your heated touch. “You can be a good boy and let mommy make you feel good can’t you?”

Fuck was that one of the hottest things he had ever heard you say. His mommy issues were flaring up, and all he wanted right now was for you to take care of him in the best of ways. His head frantically nodded, his heart beginning to pound against his chest watching a sly smile spread over your soft lips. Your fingers traced back down his body, stopping at his belt before tugging teasingly at the belt that was snuggly buckled around his hips.

“These are in my way, Scara. Can you move them for me baby? Please?” Your voice was like honey. Sickingly sweet and oh so tempting. His body moved to your will, your words sending a rush of excited anticipation coursing through his veins. His slender fingers toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, slipping it through the hole and pulling the leather out of the loops of his pressed slacks. “Awe, such a good boy. Keep going.”

He flung the belt across the room, not even bothering to look where it might have landed. His fingertips unzipped his slacks, shimmying them down his slender tone legs before throwing them to the floor haphazardly to accompany his forgotten belt. His boxers were tight, a generous patch of wetness visible as his flushed tip clung to the dampened fabric of his boxers. It twitched gingerly under your erotic gaze, sending his stomach into a spiral of hot arousal.

“Mmm, look at you baby. Already twitching. You want me that bad?” You cooed softly to your lover, reaching behind yourself to unclasp your lacy bra. The straps slid off your shoulders seductively, the brassiere falling off your arms and being tossed amongst the floor. Scaramouche’s eyes immediately fell to your lovely breasts. He could feel his mouth salivating at the sight. The undeniable curve and jiggle, the erectness of your nipples, he wanted to punch and suck on them so bad. “Nothing to say? You’re making me shy…”

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue in distaste when you feigned your shyness, his cheeks beginning to flush in embarrassment at the lack of words that refused to come from his lips. Anything he wanted to say died within his throat the moment you revealed more and more of your body to him. “Just… c-c’mon. I’m gettin’ impatient here.” His eyebrows knit together, his lip getting caught between his teeth watching your expression morph into one of mischief. “So demanding… not even a please? How rude. You don’t wanna be bad do you?”

“N-No… P… Please just fuck me… mommy….” A sly grin spread over your lips, loving the sound of your oh so dominant lover’s shaky voice pleading for you to fuck him like he wants. “See? Not too hard yeah?” He watched with bated breath as your fingers hooked around the edges of your panties, pulling them down just enough for him to see a lewd string of your dripping arousal attached to your panties and your slick inviting cunt. His cock twitched in his boxers, pre-cum pearling from the angry tip.

He swallowed hard when he saw the sinful string snap, his mouth drooping open slowly as slow and heavy breaths heaved against chest. Once your panties were discarded his boxers were tugged down, letting his hardened length smack against his toned abdomen. He could feel your body heat above him, practically radiating a scorching feeling of overwhelming lust and affection. The wetness of your folds rubbed over his sensitive tip, pulling a deep moan from his chest at the feeling.

“Beg me… to fuck you baby~ be a good boy and fucking beg.” Scaramouche bit his lip harder, his eyes focused on the way his tip slid between your folds and brushed so lovingly at your clit. His cock twitched against your pussy, eager to feel the warm tightness of your cunt around him. He let out a shaky breath, finally coming to make eye contact with you as you hovered over him teasingly. “P… Please… fuck me…”

“What was that? I can’t hear you baby, speak up.” Your sly grin drove him crazy. If he knew you would be this hot when topping him he would’ve let you do this a long time ago. His cheeks flushed darker, a sharp glare sparking within his indigo eyes. “Please just fuck me already damnit! F-Fuck I want it so bad… I fucking need it. Please, please mommy, please take my cock in your pretty pussy… Want to… cum inside you and fill you up. Please, just fu- Ngh!!”

Hearing his sexy begging was too much, and you sunk onto him immediately, taking all of his thick girth at once. You both moaned in unison, the generous throb of his cock making your knees grow weak beside his hips. His hands hastily came to rest against your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers for support. Your hips rocked back and forth against him, puffy clit grinding against his pelvis sending sparks of electric pleasure through your nerves.

“A-Ahh, Scara, so deep baby… ngh… good boy~” With steady movements, you rested your hands against his abdomen, supporting yourself while you rode his cock. Scarsmouche turned into a moaning and whining mess. God did it feel good to be dominated for once. He hated the idea of being submissive, he needed to have control of his life. Something in his past or something. But right now, letting you take care of him like this, was the best feeling in the world. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Y-Yes mommy… yes… hah!”

“Hah, someone’s feeling- Mmhh!- good huh?” Scaramouche nodded his head, his eyes coming to close as he solely focused on the way your pussy engulfed his cock so perfectly. The lovely curves of your cunt, the warmth, the sounds, the pure bliss of how it practically sucked him in. His hips bucked against yours, the hands on your thighs coming to push you back down. “Mmh! S-So needy, Scara~ C-Can’t even keep -hmm!- y-your hands to yourself!”

“Sh-Shut up! Hah, keep going…!” You grabbed onto his arms, pushing yourself harder to ride him faster. His eyes peeked open slowly, relishing the way your breasts bounced freely as you rode him. His gaze then cast down to the clear and slick sheen that coated his cock from your juices. He watched with bated breath as your pussy took his cock over and over again, appearing and disappearing again and again.

“Y-Yeah, k-keep fucking me… just l-like that, ngh! Keep going, please mommy! Fuuuuck!” He couldn’t help but keep watching, his hips involuntarily continuing to jerk relentlessly up into your bounces. The sloshing sounds of your sexes meeting filled the room, accompanied by the wet smack of his thighs against your ass and both your sinful moans. “Mhm! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, h-hah! Gonna cum… P-Please make me cum mommy!”

“Me too… Mmph!” Scaramouche pulled his arms away from you, pushing himself up to wrap his arms around you tightly. His face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent. You were all around him, clogging his senses and overwhelming his nerves. “Scara! Scara, ahh! C’mon baby… c-cum inside me! Be a good boy a-and fill me up! C’mon! Cum, cum, cu- ngh!”

“Fuck! Mommy!” His hands frantically flew to your hips, forcing your body up and down faster, using your body to reach his high. You could feel his chest pressing against yours, your boobs bouncing against his hard chest and smacking against his skin. His muscles and balls tightened, his cock beginning to throb and twitch inside you. It wasn’t long until he shoved you down harshly, finally ribboning his generous seed into your deepest crevices.

“Scara~! Hah!” Your abdomen was warm and tight, your own body glistening in sweat as you pressed against your lover. You could feel your combined fluids beginning to dribble out of your pussy, becoming flooded with his cum and the gush of your cream around the base of his length. “Hah… g-good boy.” Your praise sent his mind spiraling to the point where he was beginng to be dizzy. From the overstimulation of your cunt squeezing him so tightly or the mind numbing way you praised him.

“C-can we go again?” He looked up at you, his eyebrows creased upwards and a pleading look in his fucked out indigo eyes. Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to enjoy the praise and dominance so much. His hard exterior crumbled within seconds of your pleasure. Your lips curled into a grin, leaning in to kiss his lip softly. If he was going to be submissive for one night, might as well give him his full before his walls began to rebuild.

“Of course~ anything for my good boy.”

Got carried away with this… working on more requests! Thanks for your patience! ;) 💜

[zooone]

FREE ... (I GUESS) ... ?!

aka. reluctant trick-or-treating with toji fushiguro.

words ?! - 553

content ?! - no warnings!

an ?! - i really hate this but i feel bad for not doing day 4... im sorry guys ... im sooo tired ,. also his wife could be you or mamaguro, up to u ..

#znfspooktober mlist

"this is dumb.”

“toji!”

“i dont get it.”

“its free candy."

“... okay fine.”

famous last words. to toji, at least.

he was never one for holidays. during christmas, he would sit just sit there and enjoy the food that was provided. if one were lucky, he would be wearing a santa hat. maybe.

but now that his kids were old enough to actually trick-or-treat without crying and bailing out after two houses, he very reluctantly decided to come with. it was definitely not because his wife very politely asked him to and of course, he could never say no to her. totally.

he stood there, carrying all the coats and bags that no one else wanted to carry. the most he did costume-wise was let his wife draw faux scars and stitches and he pretended he was a zombie. megumi insisted on being a dog, and tsumiki a cat.

“can we go to this house next?” tsumiki asked, tugging on toji’s sweatpant leg.

“‘course we can. cmon megs.” he guided both of his kids to the house, snorting at the decorations. weird pumpkins and skeletons and witches, it made him roll his eyes.

little did he know that his wife was behind them, holding up her phone and recording the way that he gently rested his big hand against his kids’ backs. it was a domestic action that somehow came naturally to him.

“honey?” he turned around, one eyebrow lifted in a sort of confusion when his eyes locked with the camera. “what do you think you're doing.”

“nothing!” she giggled, placing the phone behind her back and batting her eyelashes in a fake innocence. toji glared.

“come. here.”

and she jogged up right next to megumi, who was already prepared in holding up his little bucket to receive his candy. he had barely spoken the entire night, but his lips were slightly curled upwards and he hadn’t complained much. tsumiki on the other hand was a chatterbox, telling stories that they already heard, but no one stopped her from telling them.

“you’re so cute, honey,” she giggled towards her husband, reaching up to pinch his cheek right up against a drawn-on stitch. she spoke in a mocking tone that made his eyebrows furrow.

“you’re overdoing it.” he groaned, but he held back a grin. he loved how enthusiastic she was. and if that came at the cost of his dignity, it was a price he was willing to pay. “this house better have some good candy.”

“my friends told me it doesn’t..” tsumiki chimed in, nodding her head matter-of-factly. her ponytail bobbed as she did so.

“what? then why the heck are we here?” his face curled up in a scowl as he tapped his foot on the house’s porch.

“i wanted to see the pumpkins..” she pouted, mastering the wide eyed look that made it impossible for toji to ever say no. not that he would to begin with.

toji turned around to see what tsumiki was talking about, and he scrunched the space on his nose. “the pumpkins are ugly.”

megumi didn’t have to speak, he just lifted his hand and pointed. and everyone saw the house owner in the doorway, crossing his arms and expecting a sort of apology or acknowledgment. but all he got was a,

“what. its true.”

10.25.24

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[fairytsuk1]

alexis would be so down bad and soft af when it comes to his girl ik it

we’ve covered this before however he IS the people’s boyfriend so we’re talking abt it again 😁😁

alex will literally spend so much money on you if you don’t rein him in LMFAOO like i just think he doesn’t splurge as much for himself but he would definitely be willing to buy you makeup, clothes, jewelry, anything!

“do you think this is cute?”

“absolutely,” he gives you a goofy grin, “you should get it!”

you have to bite your lip to prevent from letting a moan loose as a veiny hand flicks his black card at the cashier.

also he kindaaa spoils you, i think he’s open to doing things for you so you don’t have to do them.

“could you make me a cup off coffee,” you bat your eyelashes even though he needs no convincing, “please?”

“what, am i your servant?” he giggles.

minutes later, your hands are warmed by a steaming mug of Bustelo coffee. oh, and ofc he knows the exact amount of cream and sugar you want. it’s perfect.

also lets you steal his clothes YAYAYA also … am i the only one that likes the clothes that are a little smelly… like yesss it’s my lover’s smell it’s real they are amazing i love everything abt you

anyways he has sm merch he doesn’t even think twice when you throw on his black Las Nevadas shirt (that barely covers your bare ass, something he gratefully admires in a sleepy haze.) hoodies, whatever!

i think he’d also lowkey steal ur stuff too 😭 he’s like “can i try your hair conditioner? what about your body wash? how do you use this lip mask?” (it’s laneige, he bought it for you btw)

he is SOOO CUTE he srsly wants to do everything with you and support you. also sidenote BIG FAN of bathing with alex.

hot water steaming around you as you relax into his sturdy chest. his arms are comfortable around your waist as both of you savor the intimate skin to skin. god… i need it ..

[elsweetheart]

I have a silly little request based off your dealer!ellie. (: maybe something along the lines of ellie taking reader to a party so she can do some business and while she’s busy reader gets a little too bored and gets drunk dancing by herself and Ellie is like ok time to go, and it’s just cute and wholesome ellie taking care of drunk stubborn reader idk I’m down bad up for your dealer ellie. <3 have a good day!!

party fever.

🎀 reader being drunk and silly and horny with a daddy mention, alcohol mention, vague mention of drug dealing etc

• you were having a great time, with or without ellie. you had come to the party with her, but you’d barely been able to spend any time with her. if people weren’t buying from her, she had customers coming up to her making conversation — having known eachother from previous purchases or smoke sessions. you had been sipping away at your drink stood next to her quietly before wandering off, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to kick in and effect your confidence.

• ellie found you three more drinks down, clumsily dancing around and giggling. she’d torn herself away from a conversation to find you, wanting to know what you were up to. she sighed, shaking her head with a good-natured smirk when she spotted you, striding over and placing her hands on your waist from behind. “‘scuse me i hav-a girlfriend.” you slurred, lazily removing her hands and turning around to come face to face with her amused expression. “ellie!” you threw your arms around her.

• she laughed, patting your back and squeezing you at the waist. “hey, bug.” her brows frowned slightly through her smile, trying to hold you still as you pulled away to look inside your cup. “y’had a lot to drink, huh?” she asked and you shrugged, eyes watery and slow from the alcohol. “mm—mm. just a little tiny bit.” you swayed, pinching your fingers close together in the air in reference to how much you’d had.

• “oh yeah? i think you’ve had a little tiny bit too much.” she chuckled, taking the cup of your hands and handing it to random passer-by who downed it without question. “heeey, my drink.” you pout.

• “think i better get you back home, hey?” she placed her hands on your shoulders, steering you through the crowd. different people scattered about the room yelled their goodbye to ellie when they saw her headed towards the door, to which she offered them a friendly nod — distracted by making sure you weren’t tripping over your own feet.

• the two of you stepped outside and you spun around, coming face to face with your auburn haired girlfriend. you giggled, face close to hers and she chuckled in confusion. “uh, hello?”

• “i’m your girlfriend.” you giggled giddily in awe and she squinted slightly in confusion. “you just now figuring that one out…?” she responded.

• “m’so lucky. everyone knows you n’likes you ‘nd you picked me out of everyone.” you bat your eyelashes, both hands on her shoulders. she smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

• “and i’d do it again. c’mon, pretty girl let’s get you to the car.” she ushered you to where her car was parked outside, a slight blush tinting her freckled cheeks. she had driven to the house party, not planning on drinking and she was glad the two of you had opted not to walk, making your trip to the dorm much easier.

• you surprisingly behaved yourself in the car, much more fixated on watching ellie drive, admiring the way she leans back, manspreading slightly, driving casually and effortlessly. “y’look good ellie. y’look sooo daddy when you drive.” you giggled in your seat, hand reaching out to try and subtly feel the flex of her bicep through her thick khaki jacket she wore over her hoodie. she laughed at the sudden compliment, glancing between you and the traffic. “thank you, baby.” she shook her head, knowing you had no filter when you were drunk. she let the silence settle before chuckling to herself again, reaching to her side and squeezing your hand.

• the two of you arrived back to your dorm, and she shucked off her shoes and backpack in the corner like she always did before helping you with your shoes, holding onto her shoulders for stability when she bent down to pull them off. she pat her pockets for her phone when she stood back up, pulling it out and beginning to tap at it. “gonna get you food, yeah? sober you up.” she spoke distractedly, finding your favourite takeout joint on her food delivery app, your order already recommended from her last purchase.

• you gasp, delighted as you watch her order, clutching her free arm, shaking it wildly in excitement. “baby, please.” she mumbles in concentration as she adds her order and hits purchase. “alright, all done — should be here soon.” she sighs out, tossing her phone on your bed and stretching, looking at you as she takes her jacket off. you kiss her cheek, grabbing the other side of her head sloppily to pull her closer. “th’nks, els.”

• you stroll over to your bed and flop onto your front comfortably. “could fall asleep just like this.” you sigh wistfully into the bed covers and she meanders up behind you, patting your butt twice. “nope, up you get. you’re not sleepin’ til your ass is wearing pyjamas with a belly full’a food. c’mon.” she hoists you up, but you pull her down with you in a fit of giggles. “oh boy.” she sighs, but the smile on her face suggests she was just as amused as you.

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[kay-then-i-guess]

Bro I've been reading this and it amazing! Love how cool, cute and cartoony the art style is! Love all the designs for everyone! Your art has definitely improved!

Sooo *bats eyelashes* what arc is ma baby Bad gonna show up in?? You should tell me/j

But anyways aside from me being sad my baby has not shown up yet. I can't wait to see what you come up with for tbe arcs and everything!

As for the list of peoples role that we know for sure: Foolish has Dream's role W¡lbur has Sapnap's role Ant has George's role Skeppy has Punz's role Techno has Wilbur's role Sam has Tommy's role Quackity has Tubbo's role Tommy has Fundy's role Fundy has Jack's role Connor has Eret's role Schlatt has Quackity's role Hannah has Schlatt's role Ranboo has Niki's role Jack has Karl's role Dream has Skeppy's role

And as for guesses I think… Tubbo has Bad's role? George is Ponk?

-🍂

Thank you so much!! And trust me when I say I want to introduce Bad soooooo bad (pun intended), but sadly we both have to wait a little bit before that can happen. However, when I do introduce him, I think you're going to like his design! I had some fun with it :)

In terms of your "For Sure" list, yes! Those are all the confirmed roles and players. In terms of your guesses....no. But, in your defense, neither Tubbo nor George have done much in the comic yet, so I would be really shocked if someone did guess them. Props to you for guessing roles that don't do much at the beginning of the story, though! They're good guesses.

I hope to have the next arc out by the new year. It's taking a very long time mostly because, well, college. It's very hard to make a quality comic whilst having to write 8+ page papers on the greater themes of Wuthering Heights. I also make it a personal goal for myself to try and improve my art every arc, and that means that it does take more time, since I have to learn new techniques and experiment and such.

I hope that when it does come out, you'll enjoy it! Thanks again for the kind words!

(For fun, take a Foolish doodle!)

[evb0]

#1 not jew in a room liveblogging is sooo cutee

THANK YOU ali (i got it right this time) uve seen falsettos 2 bats my eyelashes

[dumbdomb]

hngg I woke up thinking about your chest for some reason.... came here to tell you about it and then got soo distracted by the good stuff on your blog... now I'm thinking about several other things as well (some cnc ahead), like being your denied toy and learning that the biggest pleasure there is for me, is to play with your tits and make you feel sooo good... so whenever I get horny, I crawl up to you and beg you so nicely to let me lick and suck your nipples, to run my hands all over your beautiful body, to please please let me make you feel good... but I think neither of us anticipated what that will do to my dumb needy brain. that eventually, I will still beg for permission, but I'll be too desperate for your tits to wait for an answer. At all hours of the day and night, I'll crawl up to you and start groping your chest, pulling your shirt up, and with your nipple already in my mouth I'll beg "please let me play with your chest, daddy, please please please." I might not even remember that it's my denied pussy that's making me act like this, all that matters is the way your nipples get hard in my mouth, the little noises you make when I touch you, your shaky breaths. Please please please let me make you feel so good 🥰

this is soooo good, baby!! wow, i think denial training is really good for you! just look at this wonderful progress you've made!! you totally deserve a smooch on the forehead for good behavior. 💖😘 daddy just needs you to stay denied a while longer, okayy...? (sweet, fake sympathy voice. more sweet though tbh)

by the way, darling, your denied pussy... i mean, you haven't figured out by now that it obviously belongs to Me??~ (politely covering my cute smile. sweet, bitchy dommy tone - for funsies, not real ownership here, just playful teasing.) My beautifully denied, aching, wanton pussy... all locked up and still lusting over Daddy's big, fat tiddies, hm? you're so cute when you beg...

once you've been properly trained, i may even miss hearing your pleas and pawing at my chest to beg. soon, you'll know what it truly feels like to be denied, to only find a sense of fulfillment in serving Me. (slightly colder tone now) i don't want to hear your pathetic cries begging for My tits when you already know what I want!

you clearly need to be trained with more discipline until your My dumb, needy, denied pussy guides your body to mine instinctively. i want you crawling up to me without even making eye contact, eyes to the floor, then on My gorgeously ~🌸 tempting chest... [ahem] 👀 i want you to expose My tits before you touch.

i want to feel embarrassed by how desperate you are to have My nipples in your mouth. i want to be shocked, maybe even a little repulsed, by how brazen your actions are to defile Me. your training will never be complete until you're corrupting me, perverting me in the hopes I'll finally let you cum like a good pet.

i wonder if you'll still want it by then, to rub our wet pussies together... to hump me while playing with My tits... (will all that training and denial backfire on me...? if you're trained Not to beg nicely for my tits, would you even think to ask if it's ok to rub lube on my cock? especially when you see how aroused i am from being molested by My good pussy sub...?) [batting my eyelashes naively and flirtatiously] denial is such a tricky thing... some submissives become more mentally focused on their subservience, and others just get increasingly more desperate, primal, and feral- twisting the way they were trained to behave into something almost sinister in their depravity. only knowing what they were trained to do and getting so lost in their desire that nothing could stop them from serving. 🩷

[eczstasy3]

ughhh i was sooo maddd tddd i was scrolling through your blog on my way home from college and i was so hornyyy but being on the bus made not able to touch myself but i released all my frustrations out at night making myself cum over and over 🥺💞 if only you were in front of me watching id get so nervous wishing you could take over for me and use me until you didn’t feel like it anymore 🤧

wishing ur hand would find your way in my hair pulling me to make eye contact with u

ur other hand free using ur fingers to make me choke even if the tears start to show in my eyes it only encourages you to go harder “awww bby if you can’t take my fingers how will you take my cock” i bat my eyelashes at you and they spark with utter curiosity “ohh that excites u doesn’t it darling mm” taking your fingers out my mouth and slapping me a bit you pull your cock out and shove it down my throat it takes me a while to adjust but you’re so patient with me and u finish in my mouth 😫😫😫

-💌

It's so cute how you can get them nervous and take complete advantage of them because they're a slut for your attention <3

[rougarou06]

these kids in my class yesterday talking abt how hot farleigh s.altburn is.... took everything in me not 2 start acting feral abt him he is sooo.... twirls hair cutely bats my eyelashes.

[theamityelf]

(Okay, this is going to contain possible headcanons for how Makoto and Kokichi prefer to shower, and I'm bringing that up ahead of time because I sat here disagreeing with myself about which of them likes to shower when and how, and I was getting on my own nerves, so just take the answers given in this post as a means to an end and not a finalized characterization.)

They do have to stop by Kokichi's room to grab his clothes, before he can stay in Makoto's room for the night. (That or Kokichi just cheerfully decides he's wearing Makoto's clothes until they're unlocked, which could also be fun.) Kokichi blindfolds him with his checkerboard scarf, warning him not to peek, and Makoto doesn't peek.

Next, they head for Makoto's dorm room. (Makoto is un-blindfolded, by this point.)

"You kept the gross bug!" Kokichi cheers, clapping his hands as he looks around Makoto's room and sees a little glass box/tank with Lucky the centipede crawling around inside it.

"Well, of course. It was...an anniversary present," Makoto says awkwardly. He's still getting used to going along with the boyfriend lie, and more importantly, he's not sure how much they're going to stick to it when they're alone and unable to separate.

"Aww, Koneko, you're blushing!"

"I just don't really know...how this is going to work."

"Cute!" And then Kokichi's smile drops to a performative bored expression. "Well, if you're going to act all shy and virginal, I guess I'll take the lead."

"Take the lead?"

"Bathroom breaks: We take turns. One person goes, other person stands completely still until it's over. Un-cuffed hand does all the work; cuffed hand does nothing except button-and-zipper stuff. That way, no yucky mistakes. Comprende?"

"Uh, yeah! That makes sense."

"Showers. Similar strategy: One person stands completely still while the other washes off, and then we switch places. Good thing we both prefer to shower at night!"

"Actually, I prefer to shower in the morning. It helps me feel refreshed and ready to start the day."

"Ewww! Koneko, you go to bed dirty?"

"No! Lots of people shower in the morning! The cold water wakes you up and-"

"Cold water?! Your life is a nightmare!" Kokichi whines, crumpling to the ground and then standing back up. "Oh well. Only one way to compromise: You pick the time, I pick the temperature."

"So, a warm shower in the morning?"

"I reeeeally want to shower at night, Koneko..."

"You said I get to pick the time!"

"I know, but can you pick night? For me?" He makes a pouty face.

"It's like I'm talking to Komaru," Makoto sighs. "Okay. We'll try it for tonight, and if-"

"Yayyy! You're such a good boyfriend. I love how we agree about things."

Makoto gives him an unimpressed look, while Kokichi bats his eyelashes.

When the time comes to shower, Kokichi points out, "Sooo, the handcuffs mean we both pretty much have to destroy our shirts to get them off. Good news!" and pulls out a pocket knife.

"Whoa, whoa, why do you have a knife?!"

"Sword fights." Kokichi shrugs coyly. "Now keep still."

(They're going to have to ask Tsumugi to customize their shirts so they can get them off and on with handcuffs on.)

It turns out, Kokichi's "warm" showers are actually way too hot. Kokichi does eventually have to take a Makoto shower (as in, cold water in the morning), and he is very dramatic about it.

Can we get more Naeouma content, please? 🥺

This came at a great time, because (as someone who read Sisters Grimm as a kid) I was just reflecting on how I don't see enough of the trope where the ship is inconveniently handcuffed together.

Maybe a situation in the AU where Makoto is in V3 (the one where Kaede and Shuichi are both still there but Kiibo isn't) where Himiko has functioning non-trick handcuffs in her lab and uses them on Makoto and Kokichi because Kokichi keeps getting up to mischief and 1. Who better to keep an eye on him than his boyfriend? + 2. He would have a hard time getting in and out of trouble while lugging around Makoto's weight.

Kokichi probably immediately bursts into tears like "Oh no! We're trapped forever! Everyone knows Himiko doesn't know how to unlock these things!" And kind of carries on like that.

Through sheer force of insult, he almost gets her to "prove" she can unlock them, but Angie or Tenko points out the ruse. I'm going to say Angie, since I already mentioned that she feels hurt and betrayed by Makoto not being on her side in Chapter 3; this is her way of punishing him, while also genuinely wanting someone to keep an eye on Kokichi. (Before I got this ask, I was thinking about the handcuffed-together trope being used for Angie to keep an eye on Maki by handcuffing them together; she means it as a safety measure so Maki can't get away with killing anyone, but I mean it for Harunaga purposes. Honestly, could still happen, but it's not the focus now, lol.)

Once it's clear that the "student council" isn't yielding on the matter of leaving Kokichi handcuffed to Makoto (despite everyone else protesting on their behalf, and even Tsumugi mentioning that the bathroom situation is going to be tough), Kokichi drops the theatrics and pretty much goes:

"Oh well. Your place or mine?"

"What?" Makoto says.

"We can't sleep in two rooms at once. Your place or mine?" (He's doing his arms-crossed-behind-his-head sprite, which means Makoto's hand is just awkwardly lifted with his.)

"Oh! Uh, we can sleep in your room, if-"

"Great! Your place it is!" (Yeah, Kokichi's not letting Makoto see his elaborate conspiracy board and hoarded evidence.) "I'm so excited! I haven't had a sleepover with my boyfriend in forever!"

And they just spend all of Chapter 3 handcuffed together.

[asthecrowrambles]

someone PLEASE throw a pumpkin into my enclosure

[zweigsons]

mentor

clark kent x fem!reader smut

word count: 3,423 erm.. went a little crazy !

summary: you ask the hot, older guy at your office for a little extra help.

warnings/other things: nsfw, AGE GAP. LIKE. A LARGE ONE., piv sex, protected sex, clark is a surprisingly dirty talker!, it’s sort of rushed into, pwp basically... like the plot is There but not really, such a slow leadup im so sorry LMAO

a/n: THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE!!! ive been binging the flash all night and just writing this its been great tbh

Clark Kent. That was the name of the guy in your new office that you had a crush on. So what if he was older than you? A lot older.

You were the new recruit, still clumsily following Clark around, having no clue what you were doing. That was all just an act, though. Your current plan was to “Can you show me how to do layouts again?” into his pants. 

You were currently thinking about how you could further his affection for you, when you heard a voice say, “Hey.”

It was Clark, and he had his hand on your back. An excited shiver went through you, and you tilted your head back to look at him. “Yeah?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Have you gotten lunch yet?” And his hand was lingering.

You shook your head, and all he gave you was a simple nod. 

“Well, I wanna talk with you. Join me for lunch?” He smiled and your heart almost leapt out of your chest. 

“Yeah, sure,” You said, returning his smile. His hand left its place in between your shoulder blades and you stood up from your desk.

You grabbed your bag and Clark motioned with his head towards the front door of the office. He started walking and you followed him, because you would follow him anywhere. 

He led you to a small cafe that you had no idea was near the office, and as you went to pay after the two of you ordered, he stopped you, offering his card to the worker at the counter.

“I can pay for it,” You began, slightly embarrassed. 

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Nope, it’s my treat.” 

You shrugged, “I’ll take you out one day, and then I’ll pay.” 

He laughed as you walked to a table next to the window, “Sure.”

The two of you sat down, and a half concerned, half disappointed look crossed his face. “Look, I need to talk with you. About work.”

You cocked your head to the side, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not exactly,” He said with a small chuckle.

You frowned, “Then what exactly is there to talk about?”

“Listen, [Y/N], you’re smart. I know you’re smart, I see the way that you like to take charge when you know exactly how a story should be told. And yet, I still see you act clumsily. But, it’s like, you’re doing it on purpose,” He said it all very quickly, and yet the only thing you could think of was how in Mean Girls, Cady pretends to be bad at math to get Aaron to tutor her. And that’s exactly what you were doing. 

You chuckled nervously, “I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”

He placed his hand over yours and said, “I just wish you’d tell me why.” 

And he looked so concerned that it was hot. “Well, maybe, it’s because… I like you, Clark.” 

You watched as his eyes widened, and his hand twitched a little on yours before he took it back. “Oh, um, thank you? I like working with you, too.” 

You laughed, “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.” 

He was blushing, and it was kind of cute. “Look, I appreciate it, but I don’t really reciprocate. And I think I might be a little too old for you.”

You shrugged, “I figured as much. It doesn’t bother me.”

Clark just stared at you for a second, then he knitted his brows. “Are you sure? Most girls are, y’know, bothered by that.”

“But I’m not most girls, am I, Clark?”

“No, you’re really not,” He replied with a sigh. 

Then the rest of the lunch was awkward, the two of you barely talking as you got your food, and Clark ended up rushing out after seeing something on his phone, saying he had to take care of something. 

You walked back to the office, sort of sad that your spur of the moment confession hadn’t exactly gone as planned. But, it was whatever. It’s not like Clark Kent, star reporter at the Daily Planet, would ever give you, the girl who was still designated as the “newbie,” a chance. 

Then a couple weeks went by, and you couldn’t help but notice the fact that Clark seemed to be around you more. It was almost as if whatever excuse he could come up with to be near you, but maybe that was just a hopeful observation. 

Then he pulled you aside after work, and it was raining, and he was staring at you with the prettiest gaze you had ever seen. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” He said huskily, and the rain almost drowned him out. 

“Really? Or are you just fucking with me,” You whispered, and he frowned a little. 

He placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you, and you kissed him back. “Finally,” You breathed once the two of you pulled away.

“Come home with me?” He asked sweetly, and your mouth curled up into a smile. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And he took you home in his car, and to you it felt a lot like Style by Taylor Swift. 

His hand made it’s way onto your knee, and it skirted up to your leg, resting on your inner thigh. You sighed, almost dreamily but mostly excitedly, and kept your eyes on the road ahead. 

You got back to his apartment and he pressed you against the door, kissing you roughly. “Clark,” You moaned in between kisses, and you were surprised at his sudden harshness.

His face flushed and he said, “Sorry, I’ve just been wanting to do that for a while now. I guess I just haven’t really realized it… until recently.”

“That is so fucking hot,” You said softly and with little hesitation. 

He gave you a smile that looked almost confused and said, “Thank you? I appreciate it, sweetheart.”

And the nickname sent a shock of pleasure all the way through you, and your knees went a little weak, so you steadied yourself on his biceps. 

“Whoa there, you okay?” He asked, a concerned look practically leaping onto his face. 

Instead of answering, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss with you. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, and the only thing you could thing of was that you had no idea he could be this sexy. 

You hopped up and wrapped your legs around his torso, and your heat rubbed against his growing erection, and God, he felt so big. 

He broke the kiss and placed his surprisingly strong hands on your thighs and carried you into his bedroom, placing you on his bed, kissing you again. 

His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth for him to slip his tongue in. He did, and his tongue felt so good against yours, and the two of you moved whilst kissing so that he was laid on the bed and you were straddling his waist. 

You moaned into his lips, grinding your hips into his, and it felt so good against your clothed pussy. 

He stopped kissing you for a moment and asked, “Are you gonna let me fuck you, or are you just gonna cum from dry humping my cock?”

That was probably the hottest thing a guy has ever said to you, and you’ve dated quite a few guys. “Fuck me. Pretty please,” You replied, and you kissed his neck, beginning to unbutton his shirt. 

He gasped slightly and then said, “Shit, um, don’t take my shirt off. Yet. In a minute. I will be right back.” He moved you off of him and stumbled into his bathroom. 

He was a few minutes, and you almost contemplated slipping a hand into your underwear, and helping yourself out a little bit, but then he came back out. His hair was a little messier, and his glasses were askew. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and his collar was half up, half down. His shirt was also untucked, and it was definitely tucked in before. He was still hard, though, and you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at his boner. 

“Sorry, I, um. Had a weird shirt on. Underneath my work shirt. I didn’t want you to see it,” He said the last part softly, and you laughed. 

“Come here, you idiot,” You said, smiling, and you held your arms out for him to come to you. 

His face split into a grin and he crossed the room to you, placing his hands on your waist, and kissing you yet again. His kisses trailed from your lips to your jawline and to your neck, and he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, leaving soft bite marks on your neck as he did so. He slid your shirt down your arms, and the sleeves pooled around your wrists, the hem of the shirt still tucked into your pencil skirt. 

He kissed your collarbones, licking at the divet made from the bone. He kissed the plump flesh of your breasts, and his hands traveled from your waist to your chest, him pressing your boobs together as he bit and sucked on the supple flesh. He looked up at you and asked, “Do you always wear such sexy underwear to work?” 

You blushed and looked at what you were wearing, a dark red and lacy bra. “I haven’t… done my laundry in a bit, these were all that were left,” You said, embarrassedly. 

He hummed, “I think you’re just a little attention slut. Wearing it, thinking to yourself ‘what if someone sees?’” 

The words themselves made a whimper escape your lips, and then you laughed a little. “Didn’t know someone as old as you had such a filthy mouth.” 

“I’m, like, thirty-eight. I’m not ancient” 

“And I’m twenty-three.” 

“This is almost wrong then, isn’t it?” He asked, but it wasn’t in a concerned way, it was like he was excited by the prospect of doing something bad. 

“Only if you want it to be,” You said, and by this time he was kneeling. You placed a finger under his chin and tilted it up slightly. 

He smirked, “I think I do want it to be.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You replied, and he went back to kissing your breasts. His hands reached around to your back, and he unclipped your bra. The straps fell down your shoulders, and his hands were back to the front of you, taking your shirt off all the way, and sliding your bra all the way down your arms, and he discarded it onto the floor. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He murmured before licking at your nipples, and he lightly bit down on one. The feeling elicited a gasp from you, and you placed your hand on his head, fingers curling into his hair. 

He chuckled a little, licking over where he bit you, and he used his other hand to pinch your free nipple, and you squirmed at the feeling. 

He moved on from your breasts, kissing his way down your stomach, and stopped at the waistband of your skirt. He stood up, and gently pushed you down into the mattress. He placed his forearm on one side of his bead to steady himself, and used his other hand to unzip your skirt, and pull it down your waist. 

He moved from on top of you and slid your skirt all the way off your legs, and kissed his way back up your legs. Stopping at your underwear, he looked up at you with an almost innocent gaze. “You really are slutty, you know? Matching bra and panties, it’s almost like you knew this was going to happen today.”

Your face burned in embarrassment as you sat up. “I already told you why I’m wearing these!”

He laughed, “No need to get feisty.” He hooked his teeth into your panties, and you lifted your ass slightly so he could pull them off of you. He did, and now you fetl sort of awkward, because he was still fully clothed. 

“Clark. Let me take your clothes off,” You said as he looked at you sweetly. 

“Whatever you want, doll,” He replied, and he sat next to you on the bed. You smiled as you straddled his waist again and began to unbutton his shirt. You took his shirt fully off and slid off his waist, beginning to unzip his pants. You pulled them off of his legs, along with his socks and shoes.

A smirk crossed your face at the sight of his erection through his boxers. You kissed him and placed a hand on the front of his boxers, moving your hand slowly up and down. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” He murmured in between your kisses, and you smiled. 

“Then do it, Mr. Kent,” You replied, and your hand snuck into his boxers, connecting with his fully hardened cock. 

He hastily pulled his underwear off, and when you saw the full size of his cock, your eyes widened. You knew he was big, but holy shit. The two of you moved swiftly so that he was sitting against the headboard, and you were sitting on his torso. 

He looked like he was about ready to fuck you until you couldn’t walk when a look of realization crossed his face. He reached over to his nightstand, rummaged around in the drawer for a second, and pulled out a condom. 

You frowned, “Seriously?”

He shrugged, “We haven’t even been on a date yet. And how sad would it be if a senior reporter at the Daily Planet knocked up one of the newbies?” 

You scoffed, “Shut up.” But you still got off of him for a moment and watched as he ripped the condom open with his teeth and then slowly slid it onto his dick. 

As soon as he was done, you took your place back on his torso, and he smiled at you. “C’mon sweetheart, ready for the ride of your life?”

“That’s such a shitty thing to say,” You said with a laugh. But still, you lifted yourself up and carefully wrapped your hand around his cock. You aligned your pussy with the tip of his dick and took a short breath before lowering yourself onto it. 

You bit your bottom lip as you sunk his cock deeper into you until you were at the very end of it. You let out a short little sigh and then looked at Clark. 

He looked absolutely mesmerized by you. His cheeks were flushed a beautiful deep pink, and his curly black hair was ruffled, probably from your hand earlier. His glasses were slightly fogged, which you found adorable. You moved your arms up to his face and gently removed his glasses from his face, setting them on the nightstand. 

You groaned a little and wiggled your hips on his cock, and a short and breathy moan left his lips. 

You smiled and lifted your hips, then dropped them back down and a moan left your lips at the feeling of him slamming inside you. 

He grumbled something you didn’t quite here, and you gave him a confused look. “What, does it not feel good?” 

His eyes widened a bit, “No, no, it’s great, it’s just… I don’t like this position all that much.” 

Your face broke into a grin and you started laughing, but the movement from your laughter caused him to move inside of you slightly, and a short whimper came out of you at the feeling. You coughed a little and asked, “Well, what position do you like, sweetheart?”

“Better if I show you,” He said softly, and he lifted you off of his dick with surprising ease, and sat you on the other side of the bed. “Turn over and lay on your stomach,” He directed, and you did as he told. 

There was a shift in weight on the bed as he placed his knees on either side of you. His hands reached under you and he made it so that your ass was in the air and your head was in the pillows. 

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and part of you thought he was going to go slow, but that was thrown out the window as he slammed himself into you. A yelp left your lips at the feeling of him so quickly filling you up. 

And he found a rhythm of pushing and pulling in and out of, and it felt so fucking good. 

“Mmh, Clark,” You moaned softly, and you turned your head on the pillow so that you could look at him. He saw your gaze and flashed you a smile, his hand making it’s way up to yours.

He placed his large and gentle hand over yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave your hand a slight squeeze.

You wanted to say something, call him sappy or something equally as stupid, but all you could think about was not getting your brains fucked out, because he was so deep inside of you, his pace not seeming to slow down. He had one hand on your waist, holding you steady, and he had begun to place kisses on your back and shoulderblades, even softly biting your neck at points. And all you could do was make pretty noises and say his name as if you were drunk. 

“Does it feel good, pretty girl?” He asked sweetly and lowly into your ear. 

You nodded, “Yeah- yes, God, yes.” The words stumbled out of your mouth, and at this point you could feel yourself cry a little. 

He just hummed a little bit, and you let out a ragged breath. “C’mon, princess, you’re doing so good,” He murmured, and his thumb gently rubbed over yours. 

Your breathing grew heavy as you felt the knot in the bottom of your stomach tighten, and his words were definitely helping you reach your orgasm. 

You heard a small groan come from Clark and then he said, “You got so tight.”

You smirked a little and said, “Your fault.”

And those words must’ve sparked something in him because he pulled out of you and flipped you over, kissing you roughly. He pushed himself back inside of you, and he bit down sharply on your collarbone. His hand moved down to your cunt, and his fingers gently connected with your clit, and a sharp whimper escaped your lips at the feeling. 

He pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, “That feel good, honey?” 

“Mhmm,” You hummed, but you were mostly focused on the fact that he wasn’t moving, and you tried to move your hips against him. 

He looked at you, and his mouth curled up into a smile. He slowly pulled himself out of you and then slammed back in. He rubbed your clit as he thrusted into you, and your back arched off the mattress as pleasure wracked through you. 

His free hand went up to yours, lacing your fingers together again.

A sharp moan escaped your lips and you said quickly, “I’m gonna cum, Clark, please.” 

“Mhmm, cum for me princess, you’re doing so good,” He murmured, kissing your neck sweetly as he continued to thrust into you. 

A soft and low moan escaped his lips, and his hand squeezed yours. 

You heard his breathing grow labored and his eyes clouded with concentration. 

Your vision went slightly blurry and you felt your insides tighten, “I’m cumming, Clark, I’m cumming.” 

He was practically whimpering, “Me too, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.” 

You couldn’t really see anything when you finally came, and you felt the condom fill inside of you. 

He sighed and pulled out of you, peeling the condom off of his cock, tying it, and throwing it into a small trashcan near his bed. He laid down next to you, eyes focused on the ceiling. 

You came out of your state of bliss after a few moments, your breathing finally slowing down, and you turned to look at him. 

He looked at you and smiled. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. 

“So, Friday at eight?” You asked, smiling at him.

His smile seemed to grow wider, “Definitely.” He kissed you on the temple, and the two of you fell asleep soon after he reached over you to turn the lamp on his bedside table off. 

[jovialjuggernaut-draws]

"would you kiss them?" "..." "there's your answer."

"Would you kiss him?"

"..."

"There's your answer."

"It's not that simple!" Bruce groaned.

Selina rolled her eyes, going back to finger-combing her pink wig. "It is, though. It's perfectly simple. 'Complicated feelings' are liars. Your head's telling you 'this guy is trash' and your heart's telling you 'he's a jerk'. It's just your pussy telling you to give him a chance."

"Selina, you know I don't have a-"

"You know what I mean!" She tossed the nearest cat toy she could grab at him, the little ball jingling when it bounced off his shoulder and attracting no less than three excited cats to chase after it where it rolled across the cluttered apartment floor. "I've had to have this talk a dozen times, about guys who did a hell of a lot less than literally try to kill them, and none of those girls have been half as stubborn as you're being! Stop mooning over him if you wouldn't even kiss him!"

"I'm not mooning," Bruce grumbled.

"Oh, really." Selina put on an exaggerated pout, folding her fingers under her chin and batting her eyelashes up at Bruce. "Oh, uwuwuwu, I feel so bad about Eddie, and do you know what Eddie said when I went to visit him in Arkham? And oh, Selina, do you think I was too mean, after he tried to fucking kill me, do you think I should have been nicer, he seemed sooo sad, Selina! Do you think he'd forgive me if I sucked his dick, Selina?!"

"I don't sound like that!" Bruce snapped, though, insultingly silly voice aside, he had said those things… some of those things, anyway.

"You can't let a guilty conscience and a cute face dupe you into doing dumb things!" Selina snapped back at him, gesturing with the wig too harshly and tangling it again. She slumped into her mattress, returning to her task with a tension to her full lips. "...You're better than that."

Bruce fidgeted with his gloves, embarrassed by the unexpected declaration of faith. "...Thanks."

She shrugged, avoiding his eyes while she hooked the wig's clips into place, sizing it down to fit before sliding it carefully into place. "Don't mention it. If you want to thank me, just… actually take my advice. Okay?"

"...Okay."

She stared him in the eye- or, well, in the mask near his eyes, as he was also avoiding her gaze. "I gotta go, okay? Stay here if you gotta, but make sure you close up when you leave. Heating bill's high enough as it is."

She marched past, her stilettos giving her just enough of a boost to come up to Bruce's chin, and she paused to press a quick kiss to the sharp cheekbone of the cowl before continuing on her way out, graceful despite the minefield of cat toys and balled-up trash between her and the door.

"Don't be a stranger!"

The door clicked shut, the lock clicking into place behind her. Bruce let out a heavy sigh, sinking to her low, lumpy mattress, a cat leaping to fill his lap the moment he touched down. Absent-mindedly, he stroked the dark fur, earning a throaty chirp along with the loud purr, the cat's entire body leaning heavily into him.

'Complicated feelings are liars', she had said, but what of his feelings weren't complicated? He surrounded himself with complicated, to the point that simple seemed more like a trap than a safety net. So what if the emotion muddying his resentment of Edward was guilt? He did still feel an obligation to help him, and if guilt made that obligation less genuine, well, then, that would render his entire crusade against crime in Gotham just as hollow and that didn't bear thinking about.

"She just doesn't get it," he told the cat in his lap, to which it gave a contented little meow in reply.

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Ask: Heeeey how are you?I love the “s/o kisses them when they want something” so would it be okay to ask that for sf9?Thank you!!

Youngbin:

Youngbin had been wanting to go out shopping with you for the longest time, but time just didn’t seem to cooperate. However he had finally managed to find the time and you were now walking through a store filled with small little knick knacks. Spotting a small cute little candle holder, your grip on his hand tightened a little bit. 

You curled into his side and Youngbin simply thought it was just a cute act. Then your lips met his neck and he had a moment of clarity. “You’re playing with me aren’t you?” He asked, pulling away from you slightly to look at you. “Depends on if you’re game or not.” You laughed and he shook his head, grabbing the the candle holder and walking away from you with a sigh.

“Of course I’m game and you know that.” 

Inseong: 

Inseong was very easily putty in your hands and you knew this. It was something you didn’t use to your advantage often, if you did it wasn’t ever for anything serious. Now it was something as simple as a muffin with your coffee. Turning into him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and looked at him with a love filled expression. This was usually enough. 

“You’re being sweet.” He said softly as you waited in line at the cafe. You nodded, batting your eyelashes at him and watched his expression grow even softer. “What do you want?” He asked, the realisation hitting him. You both started to laugh and you moved to kiss his cheek. “Just a muffin with my coffee.” You confessed and he simply sighed. 

“You could’ve just asked for that instead of going to make me all soft.” 

Jaeyoon: 

While you knew he was dieting for the comeback, much to your dismay, you were absolutely craving some junk food. Jaeyoon was being quite strict about it all but you knew what would get him to melt. Finding him on the couch scrolling through his phone, you wrapped yourself around him and commanded his attention. This action alone sent bells off in his head and he greeted you with a knowing smile. 

“Hi.” You smiled in return, feeling his hands on your thighs as he helped you settle into prime cuddling position. “Hi, you want something I can see it in your face.” He said and you started laughing. “That predictable huh? Fine, I really want takeout tonight.” You admitted and watched him sigh at you. He threw his head back for a moment to start laughing a bit before looking at you. 

“You, you’re my enabler. I was craving takeout but wasn’t going to do it. But here we are, I’m about to make the call.” 

Dawon/Sanghyuk: 

Sanghyuk’s hand in yours was comfortable as you traipsed around the shopping center together. Nothing had particularly stood out to either of you until you noticed a small sized teddy bear on a little keychain hanging from the little stand by checkout. 

You hugged him real close, getting a small smile at the action.  “Whatever you saw... no.” He said, finding you out almost instantly. “I don’t want anything? What makes you say that?” You said, trying to play it off as just being affectionate. He gave you a look, the type of look that said ‘I know exactly what you’re up too’. He leaned forward and grabbed the small keychain, proving he knew you better than you knew yourself. 

“I know you better than you think I do.” 

Zuho: 

Going to a pet store with Zuho was like cryptonite for the both of you. There were just sooo many cute cat toys, beds and other things for you furry friends. Though he tended to be a bit stronger when it came to not buying the whole store, you were not. You really wanted the small little mouse toy for your cat. 

“We have enough.” Zuho commented, simply staring ahead at the cat food as you kissed his cheek. “But-.” “No buts. The cat is getting 3 different types of treats, 2 toys and food. Spoiled enough.” He finally turned to you only to be greeted by your pout. You kissed his cheek multiple times, trailing your kisses to his lips, only for him to sigh and take the toy from your hands.

“I guess one more wouldn’t hurt.” 

Rowoon/Seokwoo: 

In all honesty, you knew you could simply ask him for a coffee and he would get one for you. But there was no fun in that. It was fun to see him stutter as one of your arms wrapped around his waist, or take a deep breath when he felt your lips on the base of his neck. 

“Seokwoo...” You started, kissing his neck one more time to fully get his attention. He turned to you with a face that was begging you to stop because of how flustered you were. “Can you get me a coffee?” You finished, watching his expression turn relieved and start laughing. He smacked your leg lightly for flustering him so much only to ask for a coffee. 

“All that just for some coffee?” 

Taeyang:

Clothes shopping with Taeyang was always a trip. He dressed so well and had such a good sense of fashion, he always knew what to pick out. However there was this very comfortable hoodie that had been staring at you since you entered the store. While Taeyang was buying out the whole store, you simply wanted that one thing. 

“You’re gonna look really good in that.” You said, gesturing to the top he was holding as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.” He mumbled, kissing you again and taking advantage of how touchy you had gotten. He knew, he could sense you wanted something. “You see that hoodie over there.... I think I would look really good in that.” You said and he couldn’t hold back his laughter. 

“You know, I think you’re right. Why don’t you go grab it so we can pay and get outta here.”

Hwiyoung/Youngkyun: 

Grocery trips were always something, you always ended up walking away with more than you needed. This time around you two had made a note of that and were trying to only get the things you needed but the chocolate desserts were calling your name. 

“I love you.” You told him as you walked back to your grocery cart. The sudden confession made him start laughing as he turned to look at you. “So you wanting dessert we don’t need constitutes a love confession?” Youngkyun asked and you stood looking at him with pursed lips. “How did you know?” You asked, genuinely confused as you hadn’t showed them yet. 

“Because they caught my eye earlier too, throw them in the cart.”

Chani/Chanhee: 

Couples phone cases. It was subtle, it was cute and it was something you wanted to share with Chani. You knew he didn’t like very obvious things but you thought this was subtle enough that he would enjoy it. All you had to do was butter him up enough to do it with you. 

You hugged him from behind, placing your head on his shoulder to kiss his cheek. He wasn’t against the sudden affection, but he was concerned about the motive. “You’re being sweet.” He started, rubbing your hands gently. “Why?” He finished, looking at you with an expression that made you laugh. “Okay, hear me out. Couples phone cases.” You explained at watched him roll his eyes in disbelief before scoffing. 

“Something small like that? You could have just asked.” 

A/N: THis is really bad and I apologize. I’ve been so off my game the last 2 weeks it’s embarrassing. Regardless, I hope you still enjoy it.