#I don't want to coddle him

[allastoredeer]

I love to see Lucifer in a bad light. Not just because it's interesting but also because his usual imagine by fandom is this overly saccharin "he's sad and cute and awkward little guy who did nothing wrong, he just a little lamb" thing that makes me sick and I'm tired of it. And because people forget who is a human soul and who's the eldtrich being older than humanity.

AGREED! ESPECIALLY ABOUT THAT LAST BIT!

Sometimes, Lucifer just feels to humanized T.T like...that moment when Alastor feels more like a powerful eldritch being than Lucifer, I just?????? How????? Why????? When???

I've seen the headcanon where Alastor doesn't need to sleep, which is fun to think about, but when its paired with Lucifer being the one who needs sleep I just...it loses me...Alastor is just a Sinner. He's a Sinner with a bit more power than other Sinners. He's a Sinner part of the big bad Overlord club.

Sure, he may be more powerful than a common Hellborn, but compared to the Goetia and the royal family? He doesn't even hold up a candle. And he knows that. Lucifer knows that--which is another reason why he would not be intimidated by Alastor's power at all.

I love it when Lucifer is a jerk. I enjoy watching/reading him the most when he's being a jerk. He deserves to be in the bad light on occasion. Guy is flawed as fuck.

[ysaefinn]

going on anon because I’m just a shy mutual (pls don’t play guess who) but what do we think about cult Geto, spankings and corner time (but he’s just teasing tf outta u)?

Infantilization, mommy kink, punishment, spankings, mdni

IAHSMBSJDVDJVDJDBDJDBDN FINE I WON'T INVESTIGATE YOU MOOTNON 🫵🫵🫵 You're lucky i have respect for the residents of tumblrville

Typically I have no trouble yapping away about mommy suguru spankings (good shit) BUT WITH CULT SUGURU ITS ACTUALLY A REALLY INTERESTING DYNAMIC!!!!! bcuz the way i see him is..goofier more devoted, incredibly lovesick and doesn't really try to infantilize you as much as he mothers you yk???? Its so hard ro explain, he does think "my baby my baby my baby" when you come to mind but out of all the sugurus he sees u as an independent adult the most (also its very easy for him to fall into submission and subservience since he quite literally worships you) its really hard to explain honestly we can get to that on a separate post later on,,, but what im trying to say is that this image of him clashing with how...pregnant he looks in canon (TATATATATTATATAT) is nice its a nice contrast he just can't help but be mother HUH

ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! All this to say that actually....this is some heat LMFAOOO this is banger, there's this element of a power imbalance that heavily depends on your standing and whatnot, but in any case he's very dominating and charismatic (cult leader starter pack). For some reason i can't imagine cult mommy suguru without a little but of dollification and feminization, i think he's a huge fan of thigh high stockings and cute little nightgowns some bows and frills here and there, its very lowkey tho,,

STAYING LOYAL TO THE ORIGINAL CULT GETOU CONCEPT!!!! i still think he'd never let his cultists see you, and if anything i think he's much more stricter about it now, we all know how he feels about non sorcerers, so he's definitely not budging about that, and while he does spoil and treat you really really well, he will actually fucking flip if he caught you trying to initiate contact with any of the cult members, this is NOT a game he will genuinely spank your ass raw AND SEND YOU to the corner don't play with him 😭😭 will 100% make you count each time his palm comes down on your tender flesh and you have to thank mommy for correcting you afterwards too (he's evil but he's just trying to protect you 😭) but again for the millionth time this is just care taking to him, tough love yk? Its nurturing in a way, making sure you stay in line no matter how hard it is for him to excute the punishments is a huge display of love, giving you what you really need.

He's not heartless or cold tho, Suguru does feel guilty afterwards and invites you to curl up in his lap and suckle on his nipples or fingers while he gently massages your sore ass and coos little apologies (does slide in some scolding tho 😭😭) "mommy's so sorry baby but you were misbehaving so much today, and its my job to make sure you stay good right?"

[utilitycaster]

You know what's interesting to me? For all people keep claiming at every juncture that perhaps Bells Hells will come around on the gods and see the harm they do (which, as discussed extensively, is, half the time, simply not intervening) not only have they never done so, but also they never quite cross the line into saying the party should join the Ruby Vanguard or aid them - and indeed, they defend against it - so what does this achieve? It feels like they're asking for a story in which the party stands idly by, which isn't much of a story nor, if I may connect this briefly to the real world, a political stance anyone should be proud of.

That's honestly the frustration with the gods and the "what if the Vanguard has a point" conversations in-game. What do we do then? Do we allow the organization that will murder anyone for pretty much any reason that loosely ties into their goals run rampant? The group that (perhaps unwittingly, but then again, Otohan's blades had that poison) disrupted magic world-wide, and caused people who had the misfortune to live at nexus points to be teleported (most, as commoners, without means of return). While also fomenting worldwide unrest?

Those were the arguments before the trip to Ruidus; with the reveal of the Vanguard's goals to invade Exandria, the situation becomes even more dire. Do you let the Imperium take over the planet?

And do the arguments against the gods even hold up? If Ludinus is so angry at them for the Calamity, what does it say that he destroyed Western Wildemount's first post-Calamity society for entirely selfish means? (What does it say about the validity of vengeance as a motivator?) What does it say that Laudna told Imogen she could always just live in a cottage quietly without issue before the solstice even happened? (Would this still be true if the Imperium controls the world?) What does it say that when faced with a furious, grieving party and the daughter she keeps telling herself was her reason for all of this, Liliana can't provide an answer to the question of what the gods have done other than that their followers will retaliate...for, you know, the Vanguard's endless list of murders. (That is how the Vanguard and Imperium tend to think, huh? "How dare your face get in the way of my boot; how dare you hit me back when I strike you.") She can't even provide a positive answer - why is Predathos better - other than "I feel it", even though Imogen and Fearne know firsthand that Predathos can provide artificial feelings of elation. Given all the harm Ludinus has done in pursuit, why isn't the conclusion "the gods should have crashed Aeor in such a way that the tech was unrecoverable?"

Even as early as the first real discussion on what the party should do, the fandom always stopped short of saying "no, Imogen's right, they should join up with the people who killed half the party," it was always "no, she didn't really mean it, she just was trying to connect with her mother." Well, she's connected with her mother, and at this point the party doesn't even care about the gods particularly (their only divinely-connected party member having died to prevent the Vanguard from killing all of them). So they will stop the Vanguard; as Ashton says, the means are unforgiveable. As Laudna says, it's not safe to bet on Predathos's apathy. As Imogen says, she's done running; the voice that she used to think of as a lifeline belongs to someone she doesn't trust. So I guess my question is: if they're stopping the people who are trying to kill the gods (and defense of the gods isn't remotely their personal motivation)...do you think the next phase of the campaign is Bells Hells personally killing the gods? Reconstructing the Aeor tech and hoping none of their allies notice? How does this end? Does your ideology ever get enacted? Or is this entirely moot and pointless and the story ends with Bells Hells saying "well, I'm really glad we stopped the people who [insert list of Vanguard atrocities from above]; none of us follow the gods or plan to, but honestly, the status quo we return to is preferable to whatever nightmare Ludinus had concocted in his violent quest for power and revenge"?

[teddybeartoji]

I'M HEREEEE!!!!! thank you @miyameowru and @mrsokkotsu and @storiesoflilies and @cloudwisp for tagging me i love you all sooosoo much<333333 THIS WAS SO FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OIKAWA MY DARLING BOYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEEING THAT MADE ME SO SO HAPPY ACTUALLY WAHH I MISS HIM SM<3333333 AND THEN TENGEN AND CHUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHHH I LOVE THEMM!!!!!!

AND THEN OFC MY OWN PERSONAL TEDDY BEARR and kuna and bakugo😭😭😭 i can't believe that he and sukuna are the same lmao that's so funny. aaaaaaand then we have suguru and fyodor💀💀💀💀no comment there. i think fyodor would despise me actually and suguru is a lil yandere so idk what that says abt our perfect little relationship.

OK AND FINALLY SATORU AND DAZAIII WHAT DO YOU MEANN ONLY 85% THEY ARE MY LITTLE MEOW MEOWSS THEY SHOULD BE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOWWW RRRRAAHHHHHH

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[mossistyping]

hitting him with a stick

[pictured-as-perfect]

...do you have any xilitol nova cookie headcanons???

buddy this is super broad. you bet your ass i do, but it's difficult to just spit one out without something to like. elaborate on

though i can say that i do think about his species a lot? i don't see them as true cookies, they just use that terminology around astronaut for convenience. They're more like candy that anything, since they live much longer, and are a lot more resilient than cookies [plus, them being cookies never made sense to me. space cookies in general are odd]

Each of them carries a little fragment of the original star in their bodies, cementing them as part of Planet Xylitol, with Nova himself having an especially large concentration. Most can go their whole lives without noticing, but such a thing grants all sorts of stuff for Nova. he glows, has a greater drive for truth, advancement, and compassion, is generally more powerful, ETC. Plus the people naturally adore him because, like most fragments of things, they're subconsciously drawn together. Very social species. Nova just gets an odd end to this where most people are automatically inclined to trust him, but more as a local superhero than a person.

which unfortunately means most of his friendships are shallow. and he does get lonely. Astronaut Cookie was a godsend since she doesn't apply to the rules of his species, and wanted to get to know him for him- a genuine desire, rather than one out of instinct alone. had they been given more time on Planet Xylitol, they really would've been good friends

[astralleywright]

ultimately the thing about the, "how dare the rest of Bells Hells debate whether to save the gods or not when Orym's family was killed by the people trying to kill the gods" take is that a personal tragedy is not a determinative argument, especially wrt an issue this fundamentally world-altering. its completely understandable that Orym finds the deaths of Will and Derrig inextricable from this topic. what's being demanded of him emotionally is enormous. but nothing about being in opposition to the gods requires that someone take the actions Ludinus and the Ruby Vanguard have taken, and they are far from the sole representatives of this ideology. and Will and Derrig's actual feelings regarding the gods had very little to do with their deaths.

(and, really: if the deaths of Orym's family makes questioning the gods' place unconscionable, than what does Aeor make of supporting them?)

beyond that: the discomfort of a single individual does not disallow a topic from discussion. it's an indication to tread lightly, with care and patience for that individual. but it is not grounds to consider a conversation as vast and complex as this one decided. especially given that Orym is far from the only member of the Hells who has intense emotions and traumas tied up in this; Orym's feelings should not take precedent over, for example, the negative experiences Ashton and Laudna have had with gods and their followers.

but also, like, even if you truly believe that anyone being ambivalent or antagonistic towards the gods in this situation is self-centered and wrong, unconditional support is simply not where the Hells are at. and if they don't talk about it now, they're gonna have to talk about it later, when they're being asked to put their hand on the scale and there's mere moments left to act.

[siflshonen]

Which aspects of Katsuki's personality are his honne and which are his tatemae? And which traits overlap? Could you elaborate on that?

In my opinion, almost all the things he does are both, but they are also...not. This is kinda what makes it fun, I think.

Maybe somewhere between DvK 1 and the remediation arc, I'm fairly certain his crappiest pettiness has all been absolutely truthful and honest, but the exaggerated application of it to create a specific impression has been a ploy. I'm pretty sure that it's mentioned explicitly that Katsuki likes people to assume he's dumb and brash before doing something clever so he gets them off guard, and this is kind of like that. It's better for him if others think they know his motive and are framing it as totally petty and selfish. It's not untrue, but it's not the whole truth.

Katsuki also prefers to get his point across in as few words as possible, so if you don't catch a second implication or a ham-fisted double-meaning ("I" and "we" can be ambiguous, so any statements by the end of the manga that are, like, "I'm gonna help Deku!" OR "We [as in all of 1-A, of which Bakugo is now comfortable identifying as a part of]'re gonna help Deku!" are both true at the same time), the message probably wasn't meant for you in the first place.

The most consistent trait I'd say Katsuki always has is sensitivity. He's an extremely sensitive little git, so the biggest shows of his true, unfiltered self always get me because it's when his cup runneth over so much that he can’t put any kind of spin on it: His eyes while captured by the sludge villain (upon reflection, this might be the single most important panel of the manga, actually), him totally failing to grapple with and communicate his feelings to Izuku at the end of chapter 1 (this is a bad example - instead of saying thank you or crying like a little twerp, he totally tried to front it like he didn't need Deku's help, which was about as see-through as a piece of cellophane. Idiot. Still a great moment, though), crying outside the school after DvK1 ("I'll beat you all!" Sure, kid), the moment he hits Izuku in the face during their exam against All Might (there's no freaky smile in this moment - he just freezes and hits him in unbridled anger), the end of the Sports Festival when Todoroki is knocked out - he grabs Todoroki's shirt and is about to have a breakdown (did you know this is my second-favorite moment? Did you know that the US fandom's assumptions about Katsuki's motives in this moment made me want to start beating them to death with my bare hands? Did you know I walked away from this series after that because I couldn't stand how little emotional intelligence people have in the US? Were it not for the laws of this land, I would have killed you, western BNHA fandom), DvK2...

Katsuki's emotions are big. They are probably bigger than he is, honestly. Deku's are, too, and so are several other characters, but that doesn't negate my statement.

I'm of the opinion that Katsuki throughout most of the manga, though not so much after these most recent (404 and up) chapters, is actually quite shy about anything that isn't kicking someone's ass or showing off an ability he knows he can perform well. So, sure, he can perform when ass-kicking just fine, but during interviews or simple conversations with his classmates, he clams up and/or just acts like a total bullshitter delinquent as a cover. He's a sensitive little baby and needed to be treated as such just as much as he needed to be told he could be a little shit sometimes and get his ass beat into the dirt! Both were required!

[antihibikase-archive]

Now what do cheren's pokemon think of him and how do they treat/address him :)

I have the draft of Unvoan Clownerism halloween chapter sitting and rotting in my google docs, and it had a part where Stoutland and Cincci referred to Cheren as Cheri, but since the lore has changed + the way he received them is different..

Also you didn't specify which team, so I'm going with Cheren Slater's BW2 team. :)c

Cinccino - Cincci was babied/doted on by both Hilbert and Cheren when she joined the team, but after she evolves and is left behind by Hilbert as he flies off on Reshiram, she starts to take more of a babysitter role towards Cheren! Always riding on his shoulder or following after him, being carried by him if it helps with his anxiety, attacking others on his behalf when they make him uncomfortable.. she continues being protective even after Hilbert returns. Since Hilbert affectionately called him Cheri, so does she!

Stoutland - as a little Lillipup in Floccesy, he used to refer to him as "Mister Cheren" in his head, up until he joins Cheren to help him in his gym leader training- then he only calls him by name. Stoutland has a lot of respect for Cheren due to his resilience and endurance of all that has happened to him, even if he's only heard of it from Cinccino and Liepard. He's incredibly loyal to Cheren, and willing to do anything he asks, as he's never seen him smile genuinely before ever since he met him. :(

Watchog - Lenora's Watchog, so he refers to Cheren formally as "Challenger Slater" before switching to "Gym Leader Slater"- though he also calls him young man at first, up until Liepard and Cinccino are both like "mmm yeah that's not right either gramps!". Watchog is very strict, but even he knows what Cheren went through in BW is understandably traumatic, and he needs a lot of help in finding his footing. Though he may appear standoffish as he doesn't dote on him like the others, he's incredibly protective, and is always the first to react when he feels Beheeyem's presence in the vicinity.

Liepard - his Liepard from his BW team, he brings her with him as a gym leader to soothe Grimsley's nerves. She used to be quite nervous and eager to please, sensitive to his change in moods and worried over how he wanted to become champion back then because he wanted a purpose, he wanted his family's love, etc. More confident and experienced as a Liepard, she and Cinccino hold the team together, and can act without being told to, though Watchog scolds them sometimes for their perceived recklessness. Like Stoutland, she used to call Cheren "Mister Cheren", until she becomes close enough with him to start calling him by only his name!

Gorebyss - she was actually caught all the way from Hoenn by Noland; he caught a pair of Clamperl upon Grimsley's request, who really, really wanted Cheren to have a Clamperl for his birthday. He thought it was just Grimsley wanting to dote on Cheren even more after he formally met him <- he does not know what's going on Anyway, she's a little bit of an oddball at first; like Cinccino, she's willing to attack those she considers a threat to Cheren's safety, but unlike her or even Watchog, she doesn't filter out who is friend or foe- which means she's the first of his Pokemon to immediately sense something is off with Nikolai back when they all trusted him, Watchog included. She's almost stoic and unpredictable, though the other Pokemon chuck it up to her spending most of her life in the deep sea, and traveling is all too new for her. She refers to Cheren as "master"!

Bunny - the first in his team to ever have a nickname! Bunny was timid and unconfident, but after traveling with Cheren's team and being encouraged by him and their friends, she evolves into a Lopunny in the Giant Chasm; after she witnesses him using his body to shield Nate from Kyurem's attack. As a Lopunny, she joins the rest of the girls of Cheren's team in being incredibly protective of him, though she spends the first few days post-BW2 not eating or being difficult for others, except for the Aspertia trio. She's shaken by what has happened to him and is horrified to find out he's went through this twice, and might die if the others' efforts to recover the relics fail. Though she doesn't necessarily lash out at others, she's in grief up until Calem comes in the picture and teaches both Nate and Hilbert how to help her through it, as well as bring up her potential in Mega Evolution.. She was the team baby for awhile, and she's still bubbly as ever after she evolves and is reassured of Cheren's safety. She's always by his side, carrying his things, helping him out with everyday tasks and chores, etc. She somewhat becomes his ace Pokemon post-BW2! She used to refer to him as "master Cheren", but starts not only calling him Cheri like Cinccino, but by different other nicknames! (Cheri Berry, Cheri Bunny, Cheery, etc.)

[zirconpetals]

There's one post that I've been accidentally stumbling upon that talks about the scene in Journey to Babel where Amanda slaps Spock & how his parents don't understand him & only Jim understands and accepts him for who he is that's why their dynamic is so special etc. etc.

And that's been very revealing, because... I kinda don't feel that bad for Spock in that scene & I think he maybe deserved it a little.

& Like why do you think Amanda was telling him all that stuff? What was her goal? And what other methods did she have left to achieve that goal? (Other than emotional manipulation that she ended up using. And of course it's bad to emotionally manipulate people but again. Why was she doing that?)

And what did Jim end up doing in that episode to achieve the exact same goal? Oh yeah he (and Bones) tricked Spock like a little baby that can't be reasoned with. Boy I sure am glad they accept him for who he truly is lol

[dollfacefantasy]

kinktober day 20 - size kink jason todd x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, size kink, tummy bulge

"That's it, baby. Take it all. Oh, look at you go. Being so brave for me."

On the surface the words are soothing, but the tone of Jason's voice fills each syllable with condescension. Not in a bad way. The sickly sweet lilt strikes the perfect chord that has you wetter than any body of water on this earth.

Your hips rise and fall in measure rolls, your cunt embracing his thick cock with every motion. You have to take it slow. Otherwise, you feel like you'll tear yourself in half.

"Jay…" you whimper, lip wobbling and eyes gleaming with the need for him to coddle you, "You're so…"

A sharp whine from your throat cuts off your own words. Your head tilts back and then hangs forward. His tip brushes your sweet spot every time you sink down on him. It makes it nearly impossible to remain coherent. You'd never met somebody who could make you malfunction like this.

"I'm so what?" he coos, prompting you to finish your statement. He already knew the words on the tip of your tongue, but he still wanted to hear them spoken into the drafty air of your apartment.

"You're so big," you choke out.

Another moan falls from your lips before you grit your teeth. Your face scrunches up in tandem with your walls clenching around his length. Vaguely, you hear him chuckle. He then pulls you close and cradles you against his chest.

"And you like that, don't you?" he whispers.

He slumps further down on the couch. His feet press hard against the smooth wooden floor beneath the two of you. The muscles in his thighs flex as he begins to pump his hips up and down. You whine and clutch at his meaty bicep, melting against his warm skin and letting him do all the work right now.

You nearly forget he asked a question at all until he continues speaking.

"I know you do, doll. You like that when you're with me, you're helpless. Don't have to think. Don't have to move. Don't have to do anything but let me use this sweet, little pussy till I'm satisfied," he says.

Your toes curl, your thighs clamping around his own. The pressure doesn't stop him from moving though, not in the slightest. You inhale sharply before nodding against his neck. Of course, you like this. You love it.

You could never get enough of Jason's body. You'd study it forever if he let you. Your pupils felt magnetized whenever they had the chance to drift along his chiseled torso or mentally map the pathways of his scars. Adoration wasn't a strong enough word for how you felt in regards to his figure. Obsession seemed more appropriate.

Fortunately for you, Jason behaved much the same about your body.

In the mornings when he thought sleep still had a strong hold on you, he'd run his fingers over every curve he could find. He'd knead the swell of your ass and press tender kisses between your shoulder blades. As you'd start to wake, he'd wrap his hands around your waist and nearly pop a boner right then and there from how large they looked in comparison.

His favorite thing in the world after a long grueling patrol fast became coming home to you. Not even thirty minutes with your delicate body washed away all the stress caused by hard and rough people he dealt with beyond these walls. Some nights he'd prop your dainty legs over his broad shoulders and dive into your slippery cunt. Other nights he'd get right down to it, shoving his fat cock inside you and watching your belly bulge with the intrusion.

Tonight hadn't been either of those. He'd been home for a change. But having you curled up to his side and pressed against him while he read a book got him worked up pretty fast. It wasn't his fault the two of you just seemed to fit so naturally together.

"My good girl. Soft and sweet all for me," he praises as he continues fucking up into you. His heavy balls lightly slap against your ass with each thrust.

Your nails dig into his shoulder as the repetitive strokes start to build on one another. Small, whimpered expletives drip from your lips like a leaky faucet. He knows you're getting there. All he has to do is ramp up his efforts a little.

His hands lock around your waist like they do on hazy mornings. Just like then, he's obsessed with the way your skin dimples beneath his digits now. He boosts you back and starts bouncing you up and down in addition to his thrusts.

Your eyes roll back at the sensation and you take your bottom lip between your teeth. You don't have to do anything in this position still. He's strong enough to hold you upright all by himself. The only thing you had to do was like he said - stay still and let yourself be used.

"Can never get enough of you, baby, fuck," he grunts. His head falls back against the sagging cushion as he keeps working himself into you over and over. He glances back up at you slightly. "Is it feeling good?"

"Mhm," you whine, "So fuckin' good. So deep. All the way inside."

Your head bobbles around with the way he jerks you up and down on his lap. He smirks at your words and the airy way you say them.

"I know. I can see it," he responds, eyes flitting down to that faint and familiar bump. Evidence of his place inside you.

You only whimper in response. He drops you back down against his chest so one of his hands can slot against your center and rub your clit in fast, tight circles. The flickering feeling draws even more noises of pleasure from you.

The edge sneaks up on the both of you fast. You fall over it first. Your body spasms and seizes between his hands, but his strong grip is enough to keep you in place. For him, it explodes in a muted burst of ecstasy before burning into a brighter one. He wraps his arms around your smaller frame and keeps you flush against his sweaty skin as he fucks his load deep inside.

The both of you stay there while you come down. His chest puffs up and down with deep breaths. Even with all his exertion, his hand rubs soothing stripes along the column of your spine. You lie against him completely motionless, limp against the muscles of his chest. A little pleasure doll all for him to play with.

[lunarvera]

everytime dean winchester cries during sex, an angel gains its wings. it's the praise that gets him. it's always the praise, the gentle way you soothe him with your sweet words. you're so soft n warm and his brain has turned to absolute mush, face buried in your neck and him buried deep inside you. it's slow and tender, the way his cock drags against your walls, the way your hands roam his broad back to his lil waist, squeezing his hips and moaning softly in his ear. but the tears don't well up until your mouth starts running.

"feels s'good, baby. my pretty baby, all f'me. jus' like that, so perfect. y'so perfect, dean, so fucking good ohhhh fuck!" and christ, its almost too much for him, his hips stutter and pace speeds up, whining and whimpering into your neck, but it feels so good you can't shut the fuck up. "such a good boy f'me, my baby. y'so beautiful." the tears spill over, he's getting so overwhelmed but he wants more and more and more :(( he tries to respond but all he can manage between soft moans is incoherent babbles and your name over and over, the only thing he can or needs to think of right now is you.

"you like being good for me? y'love me? i love you- fuck, dean! i love you, i love you, i love you-" your orgasm washes over you and god, your poor baby, big fat tears are rolling down his cheeks n his long lashes are damp. he can't help it, can't even help the way he spills into your cunt, whimpering against your warm, soft skin, whining when he pulls out. you feel the hot, wet tears on his cheek and coo at him, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his temple. he grumbles something against your neck but it trails off, already melting into you.

he's a touch starved little thing, craving your affection and fondness. it isn't hard to love a pretty sight like him, and he loves the way you love him. he loves the way you know how to scratch that itch he has, loves the way you coddle him n call him your baby, the way you like him with an empty head. you love him with an empty head, all floaty n sweet, full weight collapsed on top of you and pressing kisses to your skin as long as he can keep his eyes open. it's real hard though, the way your holding his so lovingly, running your fingers through his hair and rubbing his back, gently stroking his skin with your thumbs. before he gets too sleepy, he mumbles to you "love y'so much, sweetheart. my girl."

[zyxoxox]

salted caramel + coffee jelly + 💌🐇🧁

₊˚⊹♡ angered affection

zyx's boba matchup event: open here!

"me-" kiss! "-gu-" kiss! "-mi!" kiss!

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI's collar was in your firm grip, yanking it back and forth as you slammed an aggressive kiss in face for every syllable.

"how dare you leave for a mission without saying goodbye. how dare you."

you moved your hands around his neck instead, a position that could effectively choke him had you the strength.

if he wanted to, megumi could very easily break from your hold, but who knows? perhaps he enjoyed being scolded by you.

"it was a short one, [name]," he said, trying to justify. his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, earning another aggressive kiss-slam from you.

"i missed you. something could have happened to you. i'm kissing you right now because i'm relieved, but i'm really, really angry."

megumi found that quite hard to believe, with how cutely your face was scrunched up. if your way of being really, really angry comprised of all this, then maybe he should enrage you more often.

"it was the safest mission that i could possibly have been assigned," he continued, brushing his nose against yours. "i don't even know if it counts as a mission to begin with."

"i. don't. CARE!" you yelled, this time hitting his forehead with yours for every word.

he pulled you in a hug, your head nestled into his neck, effectively restraining you from further violence. "i liked the kissing better," he teased.

you were silent, still upset. sensing your unease, he tightened the hug.

"from now on, i promise not to go off anywhere without informing you of my coordinates. okay?"

you pinched his hip, making him jump back with a yelp. "good. now come treat me to some ice cream."

he took your hand, leading you to the street. coddling you was quite enjoyable.

[hurtspideyparker]

Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together

Part 1 Part 2

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Mission debrief:

Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?

Peter: *slowly raises hand*

Natasha: Don't worry you're still young

Peter: 😟

-

Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?

Clint: *points outside*

*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*

Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/

-

Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?

Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke

Clint: No but it might... grow

Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them

Clint:

Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education

-

2:34 am

Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*

Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*

Tony:

Sam:

Tony: Let's never speak of this?

Sam: Yep.

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Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory

Tony: Thank you thank you

Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS

Tony: Uh

Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE

-

Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*

*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*

Tony: Oh come on. All of you?

*nodding*

Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time

Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*

-

Bucky: Don't sit so close to me

Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨

Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat

Sam:

Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-

-

During training:

Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*

Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that

Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*

Natasha: Seems like you already know how

-

Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self

Clint: I'll take that bet

*7 minutes later*

Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!

Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-

-

Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you

Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day

Bucky: What. How do you know about us.

Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...

Bucky:

Natasha:

Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation

-

Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing

*Box is missing the last piece*

Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*

-

Natasha: Kings

Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?

Natasha: Nada. Fives?

Bucky: Shit. Here

Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?

Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve

Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*

-

Steve: Do you want to play catch?

Wanda: What?

Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?

Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about

Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?

Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me

Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*

Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures

Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?

-

Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?

Steve: What did you just say about my chest...

Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.

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Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?

Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings

Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!

Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs

Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented

Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat

Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence

Bucky: God I hope so

[thesmokinpossum]

talking about men i have questionable relationships with, some dude at the hang out described the one TA I have a bit of a flirt going on with as "the worst prof I've ever had" and I didn't say anything but I was standing there like ok but you're smaller, uglier and less charismatic than him so why are you talking shit???

[everrinsly]

life with sae vibes.

let him hear with sae. smut. nsfw. very suggestive. mature. | not proofread.

more life with sae here!

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It might've been a mistake... falling asleep on the living room, wearing nothing but Sae's jersey—

Because you woke up to heat.

To slick, wet pressure.

To a thick, slow drag of Sae’s cock already deep inside you, dragging out and back in with maddening precision and the sound of your own broken moan in the sheets.

“Sae—mmph—wh…?”

His hips never stopped rutting against you as a free hand slid around your throat, thumb brushing under your jaw as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck, to your shoulder blades, nipping at all your soft skin exposed.

You couldn't see, but you felt his grin. (His smug ass grin).

“Morning, baby.”

Your lashes fluttered, thighs already trembling from how full you feel.

“You’re already—ngh—” You voice was broken, all breathless and high.

“Already inside?” he finished for you, voice husky with sleep. “You were warm. Soft. Wet in your sleep, too. And backing that pretty ass against me. Couldn’t help it.”

You shivered, and something curled again in your lower stomach.

"I—I—S-Sae—I don't think I w-was—"

"But you were, baby. You were," he murmured in your ear, all condescending—

Okay, maybe you were.

You faintly remembered pressing back against Sae unconsciously in your sleep. The outline of his hard cock rubbing in your ass in the best way possible. Even in your sleep were you drawn to him, gravitated towards him like a magnet.

His hand splayed across your stomach, no effort of pulling away. If anything, he shifted closer with a low groan of desperation. "You keep doing that, baby... and you're gonna get fucked all day tomorrow."

—so now, you're here. On the couch. He was spooning you from behind, covers kicked off, your body bare and folded perfectly into his. Every lilt, every dip. Hips moved with lazy, deep thrusts, soaking wet from how easily he slides through your slick.

And then—

Ding dong.

Your eyes snapped open, body stiffening. Euphoria replaced by humiliation.

“S-Sae—!”

He didn't stop. He never stopped when it came to you.

“Relax,” he murmured, licking the shell of ear. He thrusted into you a little harder, groaning softly at the way you clench. “That’s just Rin.”

“Rin—?!” you gasp, mortified. “You invited your brother over?!”

He hummed, like it’s nothing. Still fucking into you. Still ruining you.

“Said he’d drop off breakfast after his morning drills. Told him to swing by early.”

You tried to twist around, a small hand reaching behind to push slightly at his hips.

Keyword, tried—

Because he only tightened his grip around your waist with one arm. The other... under your head, locking around your neck. Biceps bulging, flexing, squeezing. Every part of him was holding you firmly in place as he ruts into you with smooth, brutal rhythm.

The sound of skin-on-skin was filthy. Every squelch of your core motivated him.

“And you—ah—thought t-this w-was a good—ah—ah—idea?!”

“I didn’t plan on fucking you through it,” he murmured, now licking the corner of your jaw, voice pure sin. “But you were whining in your sleep. Moaning. Arching so prettily. Like you wanted it. Like you wanted me to fuckin' wreck your pussy."

You squirmed at his words, breathing hitched, one hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the broken sounds slipping out.

Sae noticed.

And he was not having it.

“Don’t bother,” he says darkly, voice full of sick amusement. “I locked the front door. Rin’s just gonna have to wait.”

Another deep, punishing thrust, and you cry out, body jerking, eyes squeezing shut. You hands now removed from your mouth to claw his veiny forearms.

“You hear that?” Sae panted, fucking into you harder now. “You want him to hear it? Hear how ruined you sound? How good I’m fucking you?”

And in Sae's twisted mind—god, he so desperately wanted Rin to hear.

Because he hated, absolutely hated, how you cared for Rin. How you doted on him, coddled him, fussed over him. Made him soup after every intensive practice. Spoon-fed him when he got sick from rookie training. Called him after practice to make sure he showered in the locker rooms, so he wouldn't get sick from his cooling sweat.

Fuck, he hated all that shit.

But he loved (loves) you. So he put up with it—

But not right now. Right now, you were his, solely his. And he wanted Rin to know. He wanted Rin to hear how fucked out you sounded for Sae. Sae. Sae. Just Sae.

But, you pretty little thing, you shook your head frantically, too ruined to respond verbally.

Sae laughed darkly, low and raspy in your ear. Then—

He pushed back in with a particularly deep thrust. Unwavering, unrelenting. A pace that was brutal. And your body betrayed you, back arching, legs shaking, getting louder the closer you get.

And then?

His phone vibrates. Your phone vibrates. Both on the nightstand.

Rin Itoshi — [1 message]

“I’m outside. You guys good?”

You whimpered thighs trembling. You were so close. You could die.

Sae leaned forward, eyes flicking to the lit-up notification screens, reading it over your shoulder. And then he smirked, thrusting even harder.

"AH—ah—S-Sae, no—please—p-please—" You sobbed loudly, vision blurred with tears from how stimulated you are.

Sae sucked on the crevice of your neck, hiding his grin. Oh. There we go. Rin definitely heard that one.

“You’re gonna come with my brother standing ten feet from the door,” he growled. “You gonna do that for me, baby? Yeah?"

He gripped your jaw, fingers trailing to squeeze your cheeks until a string of drool left your opened mouth and dribbled down your chin. He slightly turned your face to look at him over your shoulders.

"Answer me, sweet baby? You gonna come for me? With him just outside? Huh?"

His pace was feral. Pounding into you with harsh thrusts. In and out. In and out. Tongue darting out to lick your spit off your chin.

"You wanna be my good girl, baby?"

Yes, yes, you so desperately wanted to be his good girl. Sae's good girl. So you dropped whatever's left of your composure—

And moaned recklessly into the open space of the living room, the symphony of your 'ah-ah-ahs' bouncing off the walls. Body spasmed as you came hard, clenching around him while he groaned your name into your skin, chasing his high, holding your hips still while he filled you, thick and hot and deep.

You collapsed.

Breathless.

Destroyed.

And Sae?

Sae kissed your jaw, glancing at his phone again like he has all the time in the world.

“I’ll go unlock the door in a sec,” he said casually, slipping out of you, your release leaking down your thighs. “Or maybe I’ll let him keep knocking while I eat you out next.”