#Doesnt get in the way of grabbing it at all

[emmyrosee]

i think play fighting with shidou would be a glorious experience. tbh. it could fix me. i don’t even have any other thoughts abt it this time, I just know it’d be amazing 🤧

anon <3

NOOOOO IT WOULD LITERALLY HEAL MY SOUL I LOVE HIM AND IM ACTUALLY FROTHING AT THE CHOMPERS OVER THIS-

bc here’s the thing. HERES THE THING-

Shidou doesnt play fight. He straight up wrestles. Like there are sometimes where he’s gentle and just manhandles you around and pins you down and pokes and prods at your sides, just to hear you giggle and squirm, but like… sometimes, he needs to put you in a full Nelson and power bomb you, tickling you until you’re crying and quite literally tapping out.

“Quit poking me with your dogs,” he snickers, swatting at your foot that once again prods his side. “‘Feral behavior.”

“Coming from you? That’s rich,” you tease.

He flashes you an offended look, but there’s challenge in those pink eyes, a spark of excitement that entraps you, and you know that right now, you’re too playful for your own good, this can only backfire, but damn, if it doesn’t course through your body at the speed of light, filling you swiftly to pester him into snapping.

“Excuse me?” He growls, grinning behind gritted teeth.

“You heard me,” you sass once again. “I’ve seen the things you say to Sae, I know the things you yell on the field, and don’t even get me started on the way you do your hair in the morning.”

“You tryin’ to fight?” He asks, rising to his feet. “You trying to start something?”

“What’re you gonna do if I am?” You hum, rising to your feet too.

“Im gonna give you a five second head start,” he says, and you squeak and make a break for it. “Then im gonna make you regret talking all that shit!”

In your apartment, there’s only four good hiding spots; you’re both extremely aware of them, this not being a new dance for either of you.

You decide on the one in the closet, that’s always the one that gets you both riled up the most, not being able to actually see each other and being protected by an actual barrier than keeps you two apart.

“Where, oh where, could my bratty baby be?” He sings, and judging by he leisurely pace, you know he already knows which hiding spot you’re in. Your hands clasp over your mouth to hide your laughter. “Ohhhh, my bratty baby, you think you can hide from me? I can smell the fear coming from you.”

From the closet, you can’t see Ryusei, but you hear him as if he’s right next to you, his steps clear and calculated and whistling loud enough to send shivers through you. You hear him getting closer, feel the way the floor shakes under his massive frame, and you watch as a shadow comes from under the door and pauses. Your heartbeat picks up, fast, and your breathing stops as if that’ll help the inevitable.

He flings the door open after about seven seconds of anticipation. “Found you,” he sings. You shriek and try your best to scramble out of the closet for safety, only for him to laugh and grab your ankle out from under you, “oh, I don’t think so.”

Your fingers try to grip onto the floor, as if that’ll help you, but Ryusei is strong, much stronger than you, and he wastes no time in hauling you up and over his shoulder before slamming your back onto the squishy mattress, already snickering at your expense while you whine in giggles and flail your legs to try and ward him off.

He merely catches your foot and traps the other leg under his thigh, blunt nails scraping down the sole to make you nearly kick him in the nose. “Careful, it’ll come off,” he teases. You merely fight him off harder.

He tosses your foot to the side and makes a break for your torso, flopping down onto his side to pin your arm under his weight, but careful to distribute the weight so there’s no pain and you can only continue to giggle helplessly. With one of your arms rendered useless, you try and shove at him with your free arm, which gets gobbled in his grip before he positively pulls it taut, free hand now able to squeeze and poke your sensitive muscles to his delight. Your nerves are electric from the pinning to the tickles, and you’re hyper aware of him being so close to you, cheeks split into a massive smirk as he torments you.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone so ticklish,” he points out. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you like pushing my buttons like this, just to make me snap and tickle the snot out of you. You like riling me up for this, hmm?”

Despite his words, he stops, hand smoothing up your side to calm the phantom touches still shooting through your muscles. His legs untangle from yours and he raises his body enough for you to regain control of your arms, which causes you to curl into his side, still giggling softly. “So mean,” you mewl in between your titters.

“You made fun of my hair, what did you expect?” He scoffs, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. You bury your nose against him, relishing in the smell of his shirt and being more than content in his arms. “Besides, I know you like it.”

“You dont know shit,” you grumble, but your smirk tells him everything he needs to know.

Play fighting and you? Inseparable.

Good thing he’s there to always indulge you.

[mochroialainn]

Besties, Im gonna be so for real right now, this turned out to be a little more intense and freaky than I intended. Im currently playing the campaign for Modern Warfare II (reboot) and could not get this scenario out of my brain since I first saw Graves. So uh... warnings for power play, mentions of safe words, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding, creepy graves. Minors Do Not Interact this is an 18+ Post. This was also written on mobile and formatted on desktop so please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I'm too tired to proof read it and fix it

Thinking about cybersecurity CIA!Operative reader whos married to Price and is brought onto the task force by the Secretary of Defense (so above Shepherds head) to try and find the traitor, the SoD has an inkling that its Shepherd and Graves and its readers job to prove it. One of the ways she does it, because shes young and pretty and knows how to get what she wants from a man, is by flirting with Graves and gradually getting closer and closer to him until she can hack his phone and gain access to his emails. She hates it. Hates him and his arrogance, his cocky smile and the way his eyes always trace over her body and stay too long leering at her tits when they talk. He genuinely makes her feel sick and queasy, and she shivers everytime shes out of his sight after flirting with him.

Price hates it. Hates the way Graves looks at her, eyes always on her tits or ass as if she was nothing more than something to fuck and leave disgarded. He has to clench his jaw and bite his tongue anytime he sees them together, he wants to punch Graves and break his fucking jaw. Wants to take a knife and carve his heart out of his fucking chest. But he doesn’t, because he can't. It would jeporadise everything you had worked for, would jeporadise his team if Shepherd knew his little lapdog had been found out he would have all of them killed in seconds.

But when you come to him after flirting with Graves all day, locking his office door behind you and already stripping yourself from your clothes beginning him to make you forget about every look and leer and touch from Graves, hes all but happy to oblige. He kisses you something fierce, all passion with a hint of danger mixed in, all lips and teeth and desperate panting into your mouth as he sigs your bare ass on his desk one hand already toying with your nipple while the other travels further down and starts to rub hard, rough circles your clit. You were already wet thinking about him, and now it starts to pull, slicking up your tighs and his desk but John doesnt care. It wouldnt be the first time he fucked you over his desk and it wouldnt be the last either. John makes you cum from just touching your clit before he removes his finger and rakes it through your hair, grabbing at the roots and pulling so your neck was barred to him.

He so desperately wanted to mark you, leaving bitea and hickeys over your skin to claim you as his but he couldnt, do he was gentle. Trailing kisses down your pulse point and across your collarbone, down your sternum going lower and lower until his face was in front of your pussy and he dove in like a man starved. Lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshley, a satisfying pop echoing in the room as he let go. His eyes stared up at you as you threaded your fingers through his hair, "you remember your safe word?" A nod from you is all he needs to keep going, teeth digging into the supple flesh of your tigh as he slowly slid teo fingers into your weeping hole. He made sure to push you to the edge and withdraw, over and over again until you were a crying mess and he had mercy on you, edging you again until again until he finally let you cum. He made sure you came for him 2 more times before he even entartained the thought of fucking you and when he finally pulled his cock out of his trousers (not having undressed yet, wanting your wetness to soak into his clothes) you nearly weeped from the pleasure and overstimulation when he entered you, all the way to the hilt in one go. And there was no way he was stopping until he pumped at least 2 loads into your gorgeous pussy.

He'll make you forget all about Graves, hell when hes done with you, you'll be lucky if you can even remember your own name and don't walk away pregnant.

[annoyinglilbro]

allow me to cook little bc ive been thinking thoughts since your last obsessed little brother post and im in the mood to put them down for you

big brother finds himself a new person to date - bc of course he does, its not clicked for him yet that hes meant to be with his little brother, in spite of how hard his poor little brother is trying - and little brother thinks, well, this should be easy, right? got rid of the last one with a fool proof plan; should be the easiest thing to make him drop this one too, to recycle his methods; and when big brother brings him along on a date hes too excited about getting rid of another one to even scowl at the way they hold hands, or snap when big brothers new s/o asks if he wants their prize tickets, they can never decide on what they want

the plan is of course flawless; wait for them outside the bathroom, hiss every mean accusation about them not being good enough for big brother he can think of, grab them by the pockets of their dress to pull them into a mean kiss-

except this one doesnt slap him. doesnt fight his grip or pull away. they press into the kiss, push their tongue into his mouth, grip his face in their hands when he tries to recoil and murmurs against his lips

'what, you dont like the taste of your big brother? come on, sweetheart, let me feed it to you again. poor neglected thing; i know what you really want, and its not to waste time bitching at me. be a good boy and i might let you have it'

the kisses are confusing but they wont let him pull away, grip too firm on his cheeks, swallowing his whimpers as he tries to protest about his first proper kiss being stolen, about how he was saving it for his brother, not them- only the whining changes because its good, and his pushing hands become desperate, slipping tentatively under skirt hems until their approving little hums have little brother shaking at the wordless praise-

and they finally break it, and use their thumb to wipe the sticky traces of gloss from little brothers lips, though theres nothing to be done about the swelling

'im going to reapply. and youre going to be a good boy, and keep this as our little secret, because if you do, ill help you get your big brother to look at you the way he looks at me. but little brothers who misbehave get nothing; so wash your face, sweetheart, and ill see you outside with your brother in a minute, and well get you that prize youre so desperate for, hm?'

little brother needs... a minute, to recover from whatever the fuck just happened. all he really knows is they promised hed get what he wants; and a lost first kiss doesnt seem so bad if hell have his brother in the end

after all; its not like theyre going to want more from him, is it?

(1/?)

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(1/?) HELLO OMG?? START A SERIES IM

HOLY FUCK THIS WAS SO GOOD PLEASE

THIS IS HOW YOU HANDLE POSSESSIVE AND CLINGY AND JEALOUS LITTLE BROTHRRS HHHHHHH

Fuckin aye this is so good I’m entranced I’m obsessed I’m needing MORE 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

If you wanna fuck my big brother this is how you gotta handle me tbh >.>

[unbloodiedmartyr]

you put your comatose husband in the hands of the company youve been taught to worship above all else and he dies in their hands. nevertheless you devote yourself to them in the hopes that youll be rewarded, that your trust in them was not naive. you slowly work your way up the ranks because you cant have done it for nothing and if you prove your devotion and pray nightly, maybe keir will have mercy on you. he never does and you slowly drive yourself insane as you grasp at straws to try and maintain your sense of control.

one of your employees has a wife who died and who he does not remember. this is already grounds for spite - you wish you didnt grieve, you scorn him for choosing to forget - but even worse shes not dead. she works with him. shes been brought back by your very own company. and neither of them know. you hate him for having what you want and failing to realise it. you torture the one who doesnt remember and you entrench yourself in the life of the one who does but can never have her. you do whatever it takes to keep him at the company, you become one of his only points of human contact outside of a work that he cant remember in the hopes that keeping him there will get his other self to finally learn who he lost. he is your whipping boy and he is your only hope

and you get fired for what you have done. in the ensuing fallout the one who calls you ms selvig extends a kind hand and you are welcomed in by these people as a friend. it is at this party that he tells you that he is quitting, and you are so relieved, until the other one escapes and, as you always do, you grab the chance to regain your authority by the throat, but not before you direct him, cruelly, kindly, to the truth.

lumon doesnt take you back. they want to send you far away, so that you can never see the pair of them reunite, so that you can never bask in the light of what you could have had. you dont take their offer. when you confront them again, they say the board is willing to hear you out. you walk with helena eagan to the steps of lumon. you see the face of her driver. you leave.

[bwoahtastic]

Charles slapping max said he wished Charles was fast enough to join him at the front of the grid? What max MEANT was to say that Ferrari sucks and he just wants to race his omega fair and square, but Ferrari is always destroying his race with a shit car or even worse strategy calls. But Charles thinks he’s saying that Charles is a bad racer that simply can’t keep up with him. Maybe max even phrased it in a way that makes it seem like Charles is slower because he’s an omega?

Just a lot of confusion and max obviously retreats back into himself because he’s so confused, he never meant to upset the love of his life!

Oh pls!

Them both being tense and agitatwd and Max is trying to say he wants Charles at the front with him, to race him without Ferrari ruining it all but it all comes out so so wrong!

Charles being so upset hearing Max say he thinks Charles isnt at the front because he is an omega and he is so angry habing heard that all his life and he has slapped max before he even realises...

Max going so still and wide eyed and Charles doesnt see, too angry as he grabs his shoes and coat and leaves for some air.

Maybe Max calling over someone like seb or jenson? Poor thing is sobbing and confused because he hurt his darling omega but also the slap brings back bad memories...

He gets cuddled and soothed before whoever helped goes to talk to charles about it and Charles feels so guilty realising what Max had been trying to say and how shaken he is from the slap... Charles going to see Max who has fallen asleep and maybe Max flincws when Charles reaches for him and it just breaks Charles...

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Already putting this new printer to practical use!!!!

Now I can keep my controllers from being annoying desk clutter when not in use!!!!!

Having access to printing on this scale made the process of designing a CAD model SO much faster and easier!

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[shakingparadigm]

horrendously sick and twisted btw

[andiv3r]

Having to block everyone who has "wincest dni" in their bio not because I ship wincest (because I have come to the conclusion that I actually don't) but because I do think it'd be fun to poke around at the very real weirdness of their relationship that I've noticed in the show so far. And I'm 99% sure that my poking around will get seen as shipping.

[wingsofwater]

peach pit

[ID : a chubby skywing dragon named Pyrite, who has yellowish-orange scales with a lighter yellow underbelly and dark freckles across her scales, resembling the inside of a peach. she has a crest of dark spines along the back of her neck and on the tip of her tail, antler-like horns, her body is dappled with scars, and she wears a cord around her neck like a choker. she is sitting down, facing towards the left, with her wings held open and an uncertain expression on her face. the background is a teal rectangle with white peach blossoms overlayed on top of it. END ID]

[leblogreblog]

Being a Cahir fan from the time before the show came out is so weird cause-

That's. That's litteraly a completely different character.

[dirt-str1der]

Theres no season 4 because theyre too scared to animate the canon gay couple. They know its going to change the dr stone mrm ecosystem forever

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[collgeruledzebra]

thinking about the possibility of jesse's power boost during the final fight sequence coming at least partially from her status as a living legend among random bureau staff

[cowboy-robooty]

everyday im fighting for my life because i always hate the sex parts of my gay porn comics

[sqlmn]

I never draw Adlyn and he's really cute ??? So here's an Adlyn feeling absolutely betrayed when Pops says "easy enough thanks to your Family Messenger Dragon swooping in" to Vikrahm. How dare Vik have a family messenger dragon and NOT TELL HIS BESTIE.

Adlyn is a mage who is most attuned to fire and he's trying to teach Vikrahm but sadly, that guy doesn't have much magic ability AT ALL so it's mostly just them hanging out while Adlyn does magic.