#I have some random thots sometimes

[natimiles]

Every MC ever if you ask me

rough translation:

Where I bounce, where I sit They propose to me Mommy's heart is big I'm not wasting time

[lesbianslvt666]

ellie has a huge crush on a flirty classmate who always wears very short skirts and one day they get together for a physics assignment and ellie asks the reader into her room and things get heated between them, something like ellie fucking the nonstop reader for hours straight omg 😮‍💨

Thinking thots rn

Not proofread

This was hard for Ellie, eight am classes were proven to be quiet the difficult task lately.

As soon as you entered the classroom your pretty scent illuminated and clouded all her senses.

Today your skirt was even shorter than the last one. You gave her a pretty smile and sat down to your now official seat.

To right next to her.

For the past two years Ellie had been hiding this little crush she had on you, at first it was easy, having only one class with you a week and with you seating to the opposite corner of the classroom, always paying attention and sometimes talking to your friends.

Ellie was in trance as soon as she saw you, pretty face, beautiful hair that seemed to change almost every month. And those skirts, good Lorde give her straight.

Ellie wasn’t the only one who notice how every semester your skirts got shorter and shorter, however she was always trying not to be a creep, keeping her eyes from wondering too long and trying to pay attention in class.

Just like today. Physics was one of Ellies favourite subjects, and DR. Lasky was her favourite professor, still, she hadn't heard a thing until now, the whole classroom booing at him.

"boohoo! Is your fault, none of you are paying attention to my class, therefore, I'll be the one to pick each other's partners!" his mischievous smile while saying that made Ellie and you chuckle at the same time, both looking at each other in surprise and when you caught her eyes, both turn back to look at the Lasky.

Warm cheeks and fast beating hearts connected.

This always happens at class, somehow both of you speak at the same time or laugh at the same small details. It made Ellies mind go wild and as Dina once told her "bitch you delulu" while rolling her eyes when Ellie told her you had said the same answer as her at the same time.

"okay, I'll do this with closed eyes" he picked two random people from the list of students and wrote them in the whiteboard.

One pair, two pairs.

Your name.

Followed by hers.

"fuck" she said under her breath, not looking at you.

"so I need this finished by Friday, today is… Tuesday second, so…" he said writing in big bold red letters "Friday 5th" I won't receive any, and I mean it! Homework after this date…" his voice steady while picking up his things, the assignment written beneath the date.

"hey, umm… Ellie right?" you pretty voice fogged every outside noise. She looked to where you were sitting, and to her surprise you were closer to her, leaning on her chair thinking she could hear you better this way.

Her blood flush from her neck to her ears, you were so close to her…

"yeah, that’s… um, that’s me!" she said with an awkward smile that melted our heart… and your panties…

"look, I was thinking if maybe we could start today? I have to finish another assignment for the week, so, it would be a relive if we could finish this first" your rant was followed by a sigh that ended your sentence and Ellie could picture you in other ways only with that

"yeah, um sure, like right now its fine? This was my last class of the day so…" her eyes fell to your legs again, she couldn’t stop herself, she wanted to squeeze them hard…

"umm, sure, I just… I do have another class, 'tsa short one, but if you send me your location I get to your place as soon as I am out, you have my number right?" you told her hurriedly, trying to get to your next class as soon as possible.

"yeah, yeah I have it, I texted you some study material the other week so…" she was a bit disappointed you even asked…

"perfect, fuck.. Umm, see ya' Ells. And um… text me your location!" your words hurry and your demeanour apologetic. You were sorry you had to leave her like that, but you'll make it up to her…

When Ellie arrived to her place she sent you her location and left her phone on her bed, she was kind of disappointed at how awkward she was around you.

She put some music and cleaned a bit, she wanted to give you a good impression, but her cleaning session was cut short when she heard the doorbell.

She opened the door to a smiling dripping you, clothes so wet they were sticking to your skin, your white shirt letting her know you weren't wearing a bra.

"hey… can I come in? is cold out here…" you said apologetically, soft smile clouding your features.

And she let you in, taking your bag and dragging you to her bathroom.

"let me get you a towel, and some clothes" she tossed you a towel a bit harder than she intended, the cloth falling in your head which only made you laugh hard, her cheeks went bright red, you looked spectacular…

"what, why? What happened to you?" her voice muffled by rooming around her closed trying to get you something comfortable to wear.

"one of your shirts is fine, I mean, it's only you and I right" you told her when you saw her compare her clothes, trying to find something that would fit you, due to her being taller than you.

She looked back at you, you were taking your clothes off without a second thought, fuck…

"so basically I went to my class and as soon as entered the classroom the teacher called on sick, I thought of getting something nice for us to eat but it's raining in the city right now so before I could get to the restaurant I like to order take out, the rain washed me over, so yeah…" you took Ellies shirt from her hand, she was looking at you and you didn’t mind.

As on queue the heavy droplets of water started to poor down, the sound relaxing to you.

You seamed clueless to Ellies crush on you but you truly did noticed, how she always looked at your legs, or at your breast, that’s why you always sat beside her, how you waved your hair a bit when you sit down, how you cross your legs in a way she could easily see you, how you always gave her something to think about… and now, how she was eating you all…

So you didn’t mind giving her a show…

Sitting on her bed while looking at her, she travelled to your eyes and shied, oh not right now…

"look at me Ellie…" you didn’t expecting your voice to come out so needy, and Ellie followed your command. You opened your legs for her, her shirt covering your nipples riding up until your panties were at her focal point, she almost fell to her knees.

"can I taste?" her voice somehow seemed more demanding than yours, as if both papers were inverse.

She was making it hard for you, hard for you to resist. Your hand travelled to your covered tit, toying with your nipple. "yes Ellie, fuck…" her hand now touching your lips on top of your underwear, she was going to go insane, the fabric so soaked with your sticky essence, tight on your cunt.

The hand that was on your boob made its way to her face, grabbing her by her chin and pushing her down to her knees, her face in direct contact with your heating pussy.

"don’t be shy now angel…" she took the words out of your mouth because she latched on to your clothed cunt, sucking on it through the cottony material.

You were squirming, moaning her name shamelessly, you knew she lived alone so you didn’t hid from her, how good she was making you feel.

She took your panties off and without wasting another second she went back to her place, the place where she belongs.

In between your thighs.

And she sucked and pull and massage your pussy for what it felt like hours to no end, the pleasure was getting too unbearable, a glowing feeling at the pit of your stomach signalling you that you were about to cum. To Ellie, the signal came from your twitching cunt, how you were closing on nothing, clenching empty.

So she gave you what you needed, one finger in, your pussy sucked it all the way, your moans filling the room and the squelching sounds mixing with it. Ellie felt high, the way you said her name while harshly pulling on your tits, face relaxed, eyes shut and mouth wide open.

While fingering with her tatted hand she took your face with her free one, veiny fingers guiding you to where she wanted you.

right beneath her.

"open your eyes angel" and so you did, you mouth still wide from the pleasure, and she took it as an opportunity, a glob of spit falling form her pretty lips to your hot tongue.

Your eyes rolled back on your head, how fucking dare she be this hot…

One orgasm, two orgasm, one water brake.

"so, I was thinking, maybe we could continue this until the rain is over…" you said sitting on her lap, both completely naked, glistening thighs from both of your wetness…

She smiled at you, her arm hugging you at your waist making you giggle. She unlocked her phone and opened the weather app. "here says that the rain will be over till tomorrow eight am" she said, smirk spreading all over her face.

this was shorter than expected... sorryyyyyyy

[keeponquinning]

some joseph quinn rpf talk, if you're not into that shh shh shhh, scroll away. right away. do not go under the read more, this is for the joe rpf folks. but. 18+ adults only. smut.

i haven't written here with me series in a long while bc life and other interests and how the way things go HOWEVER. i always have thoughts and thots and sometimes i wanna make a side blog just for that series so i can drop random bits and stuff for those that like it or maybe just for me idk i'm my own hype person for that series HOWEVER...

joe with the shaved head and training in boot camp in my mind and heart is the most unhinged and horny he's ever been.

now he and reader are already always horny for each other let's not get this twisted. but when he's spending his time training, tired and exhausted and he goes back to his flat and reader is just THERE, chilling, writing, doing her tiktoks, trying to catch up with her bestie back home, all of that, he's just absolutely feral over her.

like i don't know, maybe with being physical all day, he wants to just get lost in her. lost in her cunt. hearing the little moans and whimpers as he drives his cock so deep in her they both get lost.

any form of daddy kink he has goes up tenfold and he just fucking melts when she calls him daddy in that desperate, strained and whimpering voice.

he gets so HANDSY even, she's just walking around in nothing but one of his old shirts and he just grabs her, wraps his arms around him and brings her to his lap like.... "Fuck, I need you right now..."

and she's more than happy to oblige, she's been missing him all day and while the buzzcut was a shock at first, she's quickly fallen for it, fallen for him, because it's joseph how can she not. kissing the top of his head randomly, followed by his lips. then he lets out a growl and she melts, shudders and her brain turns off, bouncing and riding his cock until she feels him twitch inside and then the feel of his cum coating her insides, so thick and plentiful that they both know he's made a mess of her.

taking his cock inside her mouth, tasting the both of them after. hearing him moan, whisper her name, calling her a good girl that only makes her go faster and suck harder. Hearing him panting and moaning, whimpering he's so fucking close, nails digging into his hips, and he can't help but fuck her mouth and throat a bit, hearing how wet her throat is just for him, telling her he's going to cum so hard for her...

the afterglow amazing, kissing each other deeply and just lost in each other's arms. Touching and tasting, biting each other's necks, she can't mark him but he can mark her and he does, teeth catching and tugging on the skin and it hurts but feels so good that she begs him to do it again.

she's in a daze after, feeling his fingers trace over the marks, kissing them lightly, whispering about how much he loves her, adores her, glad to have her with him.

and then they do it all over again 😩

[angel-of-the-moons]

V .......

Vampire! Anselm x Reader thots™ up in this bitch

Some NSFW shit under the cut, enjoy the random brainrot I just got

Big mansion with heavily tinted windows, private jets with black out curtains, yachts they ride to see meteor showers together.

They have those big extravagant parties, nobody thinks anything of it. All they're doing is picking through their "associates" to see who is the one they need the least and pull them to a dark corner and drink their fill..... Or they bring in somebody who siphoned funds into their own accounts from their estate.... Makes a spectacle of draining him dry as a warning--

V!Anselm totally gets a hard on when he sees you covered in blood I don't make the rules

Even if y'all have been together for centuries or one year, the man is still a horny little shithead for you, and being alive for so long has definitely allowed his kink list to be exponentially longer than most since being exposed to the Internet.

Sometimes during those public feedings of the stupid little fuck-ups who steal from him, Anselm will ravage the shit outta you in the middle of the party (unless you're not into it, that is, you are his Queen of The Night and he would never disrespect you and make you uncomfortable, the man would rip out his own fangs, first)

Really likes it when you decide to seduce™ him. Pour a glass of wine/blood down your body and he will be on his knees to lap it all up.

Would also un-ironically dress as Dracula for Halloween-themed parties/balls.

"What? It's thanks to Bram Stoker so many people now only believe us to be pure fiction, giving us leeway to exist in the public eye. Why not honor his character? What? Yes, yes, I know he was based on Vlad Țepeș, I was there--"

"Believe it or not, I think I have a cousin who is descended from the real count... I should invite them to one of our parties."

"Why am I not surprised?"

Would totally shoot glares at you if you make him to the "Bleh bleh bleh" thing from Hotel Transylvania, but would do it just to make you laugh. Your voice is like the most addicting thing he could ever have as an immortal.

Despite being an immortal vampire, he has those scars from an assassination attempt; exposing him to the sun and permanently damaging him.

If anything, surviving the sun only served to empower his image more. A powerful man who survived the dreaded sunlight; came out scarred and killed his would-be assassins himself.

V!Anselm will occasionally hold his arm under a beam of sunlight to intimidate those in his business meetings.

He'd feel bad about it later, however, but only in private with you once you expressed your concern as you let him feed from you to replenish his strength. You always do that when he goes "overboard" as you put it; the closeness and intimacy of letting him feed from you instead of a blood bag or some useless employee helped soothe and reassure you that he was all right.

And speaking of feeding from you... It almost always winds up with him inside of you or vice versa in some way... Feeding from one another is one of the most intimate acts a loving couple could do; drinking each other's essence just reaffirms the bonds between you.

And if you guys have a little brood? Oh, the man is unstoppable.

If any children you have are half-vampire because you haven't been turned yet? If they're unharmed by the sun? A testament to the Vogelweide name; his lineage will live on no matter what.

However, if you're still human, Anselm will insist on turning you. Especially when he discovered that someone tried to wound him by attempting to slip something like poison into one of your meals. (Vampires have better senses, Anselm could smell the tainted food even if you couldn't. You never did find out exactly what happened to that guy...)

[romanarose]

2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

[lxstfathier]

You asked and i deliver, here are more pornstar!Luke thots for you, my dear horny friends, enjoy!!! 💗

He doesn’t enjoy live streams so much, he prefers to film something that he can edit later, but if his followers insist, he might do one every few months. And Luke tries his absolute best to put on a great show for the people who joined, interacting with them for one or two hours, receiving tip after tip from some of them as he pleasures himself.

He’s also willing to do requests on live if someone sends him more than 30 credits, as long as it’s not something super crazy. Luckily for him, most of those request just involve certain pieces of clothing, like his leather harnesses, pilot suit, or black robes. And the other requests? well, it depends, sometimes they want him to eat his own cum, edge until he’s a whimpering mess, use toys, or even light up his lightsaber while he’s fucking his fist, there’s a lot of possibilities!! <3

One time, during one of those live streams, people asked him when would he film something with a girl, instead of going solo all the time. That’s when he immediately thought of you.

Maybe you are one of his padawans. Maybe you are a fellow porn actress. Maybe you are some random girl that he met while on a diplomatic mission. If you are close to him, like some kind of friends with benefits (or maybe something more) he’s going to invite you to make a sex tape with him, in the most polite and respectful way.

The moment you accept, he takes you to Coruscant for a lingerie and toys shopping spree, letting you visit every store and buy whatever you want without caring about the price. And he might even take you to get your nails and hair done. Anything to assure that you feel pretty for the camera (and him).

You would film it at night, in his room, where he has everything nice and ready to shoot. The only thing that you need to do is show up wearing one of the expensive sets that he bought you and enjoy the moment.

Luke takes the lead, of course, he’s the porn expert after all. So he is super sweet, gently guiding you into it, starting with some foreplay, fingering you or eating you out until you are wet enough to take him.

And none of his videos compare with the real thing. He fucks like a god, so much that you forget about the camera, with steady hard thrusts that have you moaning and shaking under him, coming undone a few times as he pounds your tight cunt.

It’s a wonderful experience, so intense that you end up having your first squirt, making a mess all over his cock and toned abs, completely blissed out of your mind.

And he’s really proud to see that he got you to orgasm so hard, smiling like an idiot and praising you for doing so good for him.

It may seem that his goal is to fuck you until you can think straight, but in reality, his goal is just to make you feel comfortable and safe… if he gets to make you squirt and then creampie your pretty pussy, that’s just a bonus.

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Misattribution of Arousal | pt. 2

Fratboy!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Masterlist

Words: ~3k

Warnings: Let me know if I missed anything, but this can be read as a gn!reader. Gets suggestive. Kissing. Fluff

A/N: This is a continuation of this fic. Thank you for the love on the last part – Fratboy!Peter does something to me lol. Hope you like it!

Thanks as always for reading!! Love to hear your thoughts (and thots) <3

It’s not long before you’re leaving a spot open next to you for Peter when he rushes into class a few minutes late. Though you didn’t sit near the back before, you did now so he could easily slip in the seat to your left without disturbing too many others

And so that you could laugh at his little comments without the professor hearing

A little breathless as he removes his backpack, he asks, “What’d I miss?”

Wordlessly, you point to your notes for today’s lecture. The only thing you have written besides the date is “What’d I miss? - Peter” – already knowing what he’d ask

Peter stifles a laugh behind the back of his hand while a smile rises on your face. But any confidence you felt in that moment disappears as he grabs your pencil. His fingers brush against yours before writing something below your question

“You”

He whispers, “That was an easy answer”

With your face hot, you still stare forward, pretending to focus on whatever the professor’s saying. But the heavy weight of his gaze drags down your resolve. To remedy the heat licking up your spine, you try to distract him

“Might be on the test,” you joke, a breathy laugh following your words

Though of course, you could sense the smirk rising to his lips, always winning this back and forth between you two

“Guess I’ll just have to study extra hard, then”

Any witty remark you could’ve had dies in your throat – couldn’t even look him in the eyes for the rest of class

Peter usually ends up taking pity on you in these moments, which much to your annoyance (and sometimes flattery) happens way too often. He’ll tone down the flirtiness and let you breathe before making some other remark that leaves you struggling to face him

--

One time, you joke that he gets off on it. He just laughs, letting the silence to your accusation speak for itself, which only fuels your overactive thoughts

--

Some days, you’re doodling in the top corner of your notebook, random shapes and lines – the occasional flower here and there

Those are Peter’s favorite because he’ll doodle his own flowers in between yours. Usually, by the end of class, he rips off the corner of the page and thanks you for the bouquet 

He laughs it off, teasing you for not focusing in class or something, but you see the way he slips it into his folder for the class. So you eventually doodle flowers on your paper more often, sometimes on his too (when he actually bothers to open up his notebook)

--

And you’d go to his basketball games!!

You didn’t really have a reason to attend before besides general school spirit, but now…

Peter would invite you, quite unsure you’d even want to go – unsure he was a good enough reason to get you to come

But you did show up, bought popcorn and a drink, even subtly adding some of your school’s colors to your outfit

Part of you feels a little out of place in all this, but the look on Peter’s face when his eyes catch yours while jogging onto the court soothes any worries as you watch him

And boy do you watch him. The way he effortlessly gets around other players, how his arms flex when lining up his shot, the sweat slowly beading along his forehead keeps you from looking anywhere else the whole game. After he makes an impressive shot, sometimes his eyes will find yours with that annoyingly beautiful smile

After some games, he’d go back to his place to rest or go out to celebrate with his team. But other times, he’d search you out after exiting the locker room

You raise your hands to keep him from getting his sweat on you, but that just spurs him further – which you’re not too upset about because it means him trying to get you and keep you in his embrace. You’re laughing, trying to push him away but only half-heartedly as most of your mind is on the way his hard body presses against yours

Peter pulls away but only a little as he asks, “Wanna get ice cream?”

And you do. Anything to spend a minute longer with him. And something to cool yourself down

--

One day, it’s in the lulling silence between the two of you in the campus coffee shop that Peter asks you. 

In between conversations, when neither of you have fought your words up your throat and out just yet, the silence had felt comfortable for a short time. In that brief window of time between friends and realizing that you’re actually starting to fall for him. But it’s different now, your nerves over-firing all the time around him, so this silence is like no other as of late: coursing into your muscles to keep you tense and nervous, even making you jump when Peter asks,

“Are you coming to my party on Friday?”

Your eyes blink up from the swirls of your drink to his, only beginning with “Um…” while your brain tries to catch up

You knew his frat house threw parties often, Peter leading most of them with wide arms and his usual grace. He’d mentioned you coming to them before but hasn’t ever asked outright. If how shocked you are by his bluntness rises to your face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. You liked Peter, being with him, but at a house of drunk people you didn’t know – that wasn’t exactly your element

As you balanced the decision back and forth in your head, he just watches, giving you an amused sort of look that doesn’t help your focus in any way. You hold your drink close to your body as you answer

“I don’t know, I might need to catch up on things – especially since someone’s been taking up plenty of my free time,” you pointedly say to him

In the short moment of him smiling, you think he might let you off the hook. But no

“C’mon, I can actually show you around the place. And you could meet my friends if you want”

Tilting your head, you ask, “Won’t you be busy hosting or… wanting to enjoy yourself and party?”

The laugh he lets out isn’t quite like one that follows something funny. More like he’s laughing at you for a bad joke. “I’d enjoy myself plenty just hanging out with you. Promise,” he says, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

That makes you giggle. “Were you even a boy scout, Peter?”

His body leans forward along the table, his hand coming up to ruffle his hair before resting his head on his fist. “If you come Friday, I’ll show you my patch collection”

Smacking his arm, you shake your head. “You do not have a boy scout patch collection in your frat house.” You’re sure his wide grin matches your own, and there’s no way you can say no to him, to anything he’d ask of you in that moment

“Okay,” you sigh, “but if you weren’t an Eagle Scout, then I’m going to be a little disappointed”

He whispers a soft “yes!” under his breath, leaning back in his chair. You roll your eyes at his cheering, earning a soft tap from his foot against your leg under the table

--

Your roommate, watching you unable to decide on what outfit to wear to this, helps you get ready. Something cute? Something revealing? Your roommate leans toward the latter, “Make him start drooling the second he sees you”

Compromising on something in between, you walk out the door into your campus’s night air hoping it’s good enough for… what?

With each step, you get closer to the house, passing other students dressed up for the night, you’re not sure what you’re trying to do. Impress him? Get him to kiss you? Not be too embarrassed to show you around at least…

Music grows louder as you near the frat house, seeing colorful lights stream out from the windows. Just as sneaking thoughts start worming their way through your mind second-guessing this whole thing, you spot him

Peter’s out in front of the house, leaning back against the wall, bobbing his head to the music and sipping from a cup. In the swaying shadows of the lights, he looks beautiful like this – and then he sees you

Instantly, everything about how he holds himself changes. Pushing off the wall, arms stretched wide with that electric smile, he walks toward you

You’re not sure whether you’re relieved that you won’t have to search through a sea of bodies to find him or dreading how nervous his intense gaze makes you

As the distance between you two dwindles, his eyes drag down your body, making you shrink a bit. Maybe it’s the outfit, but he’s like this with you all the time. It’s how he has to be to any girl here

Your hands clasp in front of you, your fingers picking at your nails. Perhaps Peter notices because he grabs your hand in his, sending your skin aflame with his hot touch, and brings it up

Dramatically, he holds it as he bows with a dumb smile, saying, “Welcome to my great estate”

Giggling and embarrassed, you weakly try to pull away, but he holds tight for a moment – like if you pull again, he’ll let you go in an instant. As if he’s asking if you really want to leave his touch

But you don’t so you let him hold your hand as you say, “Peter, you’re ridiculous. I’ve already been here before”

Shaking his head, he fake tsks at you. “Sweetheart…”

Oh my lord. What did he just call you? Wait, shit, he’s still talking

“That was the traditional Boy Scouts greeting, don’t go disrespecting it. And you haven’t been here in its prime time, so I’ll have to reacquaint the two of you”

All you can do is laugh, your mind too fuzzy to think of a good response when that pet name for you rolled off his lips so beautifully. Not that you were focused on his lips

The feeling of him squeezing your hand brings you back, your eyes focusing on the way his head tilts slightly at you, his gaze never leaving you

Clearing your throat, you finally manage to say, “Show me the way, then”

Peter shifts to the other side of you, and the way your stomach drops at the chance of him letting go of your hand shocks you, your heart thumping against your ribs. But he just moves your hand from one side to the other, entwining your fingers with his while walking through the door

You’d been to parties, have become acquainted with loud and stuffy places full of people you don’t know, but the sheer intensity of all that feels tenfold against your chest. You knew his fraternity was made up of a lot of basketball players, but the amount of towering men walking through has you feeling just as small again

For a split second, someone bumps into you, disconnecting your hand with Peter’s as swaying bodies swallow you farther away. Standing on the tips of your toes, you try finding him again, but you can barely see or hear anything

You’re left following the crowd, pushing through until you find the kitchen. Feeling sweat start to form along your skin, you find anything cold to drink, standing off to the side. Though the rest of you feels warm, the part of your skin that he touched feels just a bit colder without him next to you

In the corner, focusing on the people in front of you, you’re trying to calm your heartbeat. And hoping that Peter would somehow find you 

Though with everyone so close and the music too loud to hear another person even if they were yelling next to you, you found it difficult to find peace

Not until you spot him once again

It’s his flopping blonde hair that you first see, recognizing the twisted strands of sunlight as they move toward you. Then his warm eyes as they scanned the crowd

You look next at that usual smile that had started feeling like a familiar comfort – like discovering your new favorite song you wanted to replay for hours on end – but he isn’t smiling

No, his mouth’s set into a straight line, his eyebrows drawn together as his head whips this way and that. Abrasive thoughts in the back of your head tell you not to, that he wasn’t really looking for you. But still, you raise your hand, hoping to grab his attention 

And once his gaze finds you once again, a tightness visibly escapes him, loosening his shoulders as he pushes through to you, not letting anyone stop his momentum until the two of you are face to face

“There you are,” he yells, though it feels like a caressing whisper against your cheek

“Here I am,” you tell him, unable to hide away from his infectious smile that brings one to your own face

“Yeah,” he breathes out. You can only tell by reading his lips, but you find it hard to drag your eyes away from his mouth after that

Not until he asks, “You okay? You look a bit flushed”

Peter pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, checking your temperature with those worried creases adorning his face again. The sheer tenderness brings a shaky breath from your lungs

“Here, let’s go upstairs,” he says, eyebrows raised as he grabs your hand again, holding tighter than before

A pang of apprehension – of guilt – hits your chest. “Shouldn’t you be down here hosting and being with your friends?”

As soon as your question hits his ears, he gives you a soft smile, rolling his eyes as he leads you through the crowd once more. Every time he looks back, making sure you’re okay, a tang of butterflies swirling in your stomach starts up again

The misattribution of arousal theory isn’t lost on you in the moment, and you refuse to be confused like those people. Clearly, your bodily arousal is coming from the suffocating party rather than the handsome man glancing back at you with stars in his eyes

That same inner voice from before raises worries that every pair of eyes watching the two of you might be assuming that Peter Parker’s taking you up to his room, all alone, to make you another one of his one-night stands

But you feel the way his thumb rubs against your skin as you climb the stairs, feeling the callouses he brushes along the dips and curves of your hand – finding yourself unable to care too much about what they all think when he fits so right against you

Outside his door, he knocks a few times, ensuring no one else has snuck in to use it before pulling you inside. All the once deafening noises become muffled behind the closed door, in a world far away from the one you found yourself in with Peter

The clicking of the handle’s lock being pressed clangs through your body, making your eyes widen. Was this what he actually wanted from you? You chewed on your lip, debating the situation in your head in an instant

But once he looks at you, he explains with a sort of breathlessness you haven’t heard from him before. “I just didn’t want to have some drunk couple trying to get it on while we’re talking, I didn’t mean to imply…”

Seeing him as the one flustered for once, his cheeks flushed as he tries to ensure you weren’t uncomfortable brings a surge of something – pride, softness, pure happiness in this uninterrupted moment – to your chest

“Makes sense,” you say, sitting down on his bed, taking another sip of your drink to soothe an ache in your throat… trying to soothe the pulsing that Peter seems to pinprick your body with

“Want another drink?” he asks, gesturing his head to the cup you hold

“I’m okay.” You shake your head, a smile rising across your face. “I’ll have to pay you back for another drink then,” you joke

“You never had to pay me back for the first one,” he says, walking in long strides to sit next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight and pulling your body closer to his

A tightness creeps up your throat, unsure where this comes from as you say, “What excuse would I have had to see you then?” You hope the giddiness, your frayed nerves, don’t show on your face

But he’s staring so intently at you from only a few inches away that he has to notice. But he doesn’t point it out, only whispering, “Let me take you out, sweetheart”

If it weren’t for the dull beats of the music and shouting voices coming from below, you would worry that Peter could hear your heart hammering throughout your body or the hard swallow that scratches its way down

Maybe he does hear it because now he’s only a breath apart from you. Softly, you whisper, “Then we’d have to go on another date so I can repay you”

Still closer now, you’re able to pick out the shimmering specks of color adorning his eyes, and you’d spend as long as he’d allow committing each and every one to memory

Against your lips, he mutters, “Oh, wouldn’t that be a real shame”

You aren’t sure when your hand found its way to his hand pressed into the mattress next to your hip or when it creeped up to his forearm, but it seems every inch of yourself magnetically pulls to him in the most addicting way

Even still, his eyes flick between yours and your mouth – now parted in shallow breaths – with his eyebrows raised, silently asking you the question your body is practically begging from him

At the weak nods you gave him, he asks, “Yeah?”

Your nods turned excited, desperate, as you whispered back, “Yes”

Surging forward, his lips are on yours, his hands pressing down against the fabric of your clothes, his chest pushing yours back. Like he can’t get close enough to you, not in this moment or ever

But the little noise that erupts in the back of your throat satisfies him enough as you lean until your back is flush against his bed and body over yours, his mouth moving as his tongue dips past his teeth and against your bottom lip

You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like this, a push and pull between your bodies, when he tilts his head back. As his forehead’s resting against yours, ragged breaths filling the space between you and a spreading warmth filling an empty space between your ribs, you smile

You smile until your cheeks hurt and he’s grinning back at you – like he’s content not being in on the joke, or maybe just that he knows the exact reason why you’re so happy because it’s the same reason he is

And you let him take you out on that date, with a promise to pay him back with another

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@reidslovely​

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

moon at madrone - and yah we did not do a performance post mortem ( also did not last month either )

its morning now and rainy an always good kitty - we sleepz more and better than have in a while - despite the rain - light and intermittent murder has come for feeding - the workmen in the building quietly for the most part

most of u may want to skip the post mortem below and scroll down to the hallelujah anyway part - making this the 1st not last appearance in this watever - if ur curious bout the drift we played ok - played better and wurser - physically less challenging last night

so we did perform last night and last month - mostly good i think - no recordings - tho we got lost and kinda strummed random notes an partial chords in the right key anyway - its in a part of "let it be" beatles witch vita had wanted to sing last time she wuz over and i looked up quick and faked it - then needed a key change causing sum confusion since altho ez nuff we had never played or thot of with distortion and efx glossing over - the t performance lacked efx but had actually worked out an arrangement sort of w possible variations and i never know exactly wat my fingers gonna do - guess came out ok - ppl seem to like it - played something else i dont remember maybe hallelujah - yah w carla - that worked and we both forget a minnit the same lyrics lol - a dramatic pause and onward -audience prolly never knowing and then stevie higher ground - its kind of hard to pull off solo - made it more bluesy hooker voodoo boogie anyway it more or less came off well w a few fluffs i think we diss guise - tho wishing i had sum efx to create a harmonic noise wall background - and on to last night - decided to - despite not completely working out the arrangement or solo - because i finally had another 2 lines - and then made up a better on the way there - played hallelujah anyway - the solos were brief and felt like fragmented almost edited - anyway it wuz ok or better and made some connection enough to get attention for the 2nd song - stand by me - which never quite comes out how i think - i have a few alternate arrangements and sometimes mix and match and its straightforward and simple complexity and fragments of similar like dance w me - i count the tears come to mind creep in - anyway - the crowd as it was more than half musicians and their friends those that brought some - they seemed to like it - i was happy enough being on stage - had been hoping it would b a 3 song night and recorded but at the last minnit anyway no recording - maybe next time

sometimes i forget to deeper trance when its time - its the getting on stage - the getting there and not wanting to injure re-injure worsen things somehow

anyway maybe a connection im sure i think actually a eensy teensy bit of magic flickers but that might bee ego sparking

this is the part where

so back to this reality this morning - i think it was raining when we left off - still iz

errands later

anyway hallelujah

[bakedbananners]

Thank you for giving me murderbot on my dash! <3 If you want this is an invitation for random murderbot thoughts otherwise congrats on having good taste. :)

WAUW THANK YOU I’ve latched onto it like a small and viscous parasite. Here are some murderbot thots 💭

- are constructs capable of laughter? Murderbot mentions that it takes in very little oxygen and can’t even perform CPR (if it even wanted to) so I wonder if it could/would program itself to laugh. Or just like play an audio recording of laughter. Or even just send a feed emote lol

-I know in my heart that murderbot has scripts it pulled straight from sanctuary moon. It would be very funny if it says something or acts exactly like the characters on the show sometimes and anyone who’s seen it recognizes it, but doesn’t point it out just to be polite.

-ergo I think if this happened with ART re: Worldhoppers it would be even funnier. Iris is like how do you know this show verbatim and ART is just like well ahah funny story.

-i have a loose headcanon that secunits have face blindness and use other factors and data to tell humans apart. Given that Murderbot uses peoples feed IDs to name them and never really describes anyone’s facial features and is bad at telling human ages it wouldn’t be a stretch lol.

-do secunits have a sense of taste? Like they can smell stuff but can they taste it… they don’t need to eat and corporations are such cheapskates I doubt it.

-are comfortunits programmed to actually experience pleasure??? Do they feel attraction???? I think it would be so interesting if they lacked attraction and/or libido just as much as secunits honestly. Inversely it would be really interesting to explore the social dimension of sexuality aka having a secunit character that identifies as allo in some way.

-i just really want a comfortunit character in the next book.

-thinking about murderbot interacting with pets makes me laugh. It’s like why do you have a miniature dangerous predator in your HOME. Take care of planet flora like a normal human tf. And its over sitting on the floor with the dog after ten minutes.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Spicy Crosshair HC's

Some random thots I had that I wanted to subject the internet to. I proofread these but let me know if anything doesn't make sense. As usual 18+ Minors DNI!!! let me know what you think and send some asks or messages if there is anything that you wanna read. I'm just screaming into the void at this point because I'm violently horny for fictional men

Warnings: Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Weapons Kink, Dom/Sub, Pain Play. I tired to keep it entirely GN so let me know if I slipped up at all.

This first one is basically not even a headcanon its just canon, I think we can all agree that Cross has an oral fixation. He LOVES going down on you. Time and location don’t matter if he can get on his knees for you he absolutely will. Also loves sucking on your nipples or fingers as well, anything he can get his mouth on.

Hardcore Dom Crosshair is hot af, but what about bratty switch Crosshair you have to wrestle submission from? It’s not an all the time thing, and he definitely prefers being the dom in the bedroom, but every now and then he will let you take the reins after making you fight for them and absolutely destroy him until he’s a panting mess on his bunk.

While he’s on top, he absolutely has a praise kink. Hearing how well his cock makes you feel is a drug to him that he cant get enough of. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel so good, pulling all those sounds from you while his hips piston you into next week has him hurling towards his end faster than he would ever admit. When he’s on the bottom however? Absolutely adores being called horrid names. He’s a little slut and he knows it, and he LOVES being reminded of that fact.

Specifics:

Overstimulation: This man absolutely has a superiority/competency complex and will take any chance he gets to remind you of that fact by making you cum more times than you’re physically able to. Gruff whispers of “come on you can give me one more, can’t you?” and “That’s it no one else’s cock can make you feel this good can they? Come on answer me” accompany the drag of his length through your walls. He however, also adores being overstimulated by you. Watching you gag on his cock after he’s already spilled in your mouth while the line between pain and pleasure is blurring is a massive turn on for him.

Masochism: On that note, he loves a bit of pain play. From your nails raking across his scalp or down his back in an intense session, to impact play while he’s the sub for the night, pain makes his cock impossibly harder. Sometimes while you’re seated on top of him you can dig your nails into his chest and feel his cock twitch and throb inside you as you run your nails down his chest leaving thin red lines in their wake.

Weapons/Gun Kink: The most important possession he owns, literally means the difference between life and death for his squad out on the field, its his calling in life, the reason he was created. So watching you get off with it? Grinding on the barrel or having it inside you is a sight he can’t get enough of.  

Praise Kink/Degradation Kink: Depending on his mood or the scene, this man either wants to be praised for his magnificent cock and performance or he wants to be told he’s good for nothing other than his cock messing up your insides. It’s a bit of a coin flip on any given day, but a good mix of the two sends him into another dimension of pleasure. He wants to be your perfect living dildo.

[jeosey]

jendo fic ft. nico rosberg drabble fic i been cooking days before :p might make a part 2 if i have enough creative juices (adhd mind shift thru multitude of ships)

(i got inspired by the suits edit at tiktok and ofc jendo fics in ao3 ily!!! 🥹) plz enjoy this 2k words random thots!!!

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Jenson leaned against the wall, a relaxed smile on his face as he watched the younger drivers—his mind drifting to one in particular.

Lando was chatting animatedly with some engineers nearby, his laughter infectious, and Jenson couldn’t help but admire the way the young driver carried himself, full of energy and life.

"Isn’t he a little young for you?"

Nico quipped, breaking Jenson’s trance. The teasing glint in Nico’s eyes made Jenson’s stomach twist.

"Last night he told me I was the perfect age," Jenson replied, a playful glint in his eye, trying to sound nonchalant, but a hint of defensiveness crept into his voice.

Nico snorted, crossing his arms. "Perfect age to be his father, maybe."

Jenson rolled his eyes, but a faint blush crept up his neck. “When are you going to understand, they all want a daddy, Nico.”

Nico rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze, shaking his head.

“You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you?”

“Leaning into what?” Jenson defended, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

The truth was, he felt a bit like a pervert for being so drawn to Lando, for enjoying the way the younger man looked at him with those bright, eager eyes. But Lando seemed to revel in Jenson’s more sleezy daring side, the way he could command attention and push boundaries.

“Oh, come on,” Nico said, nudging Jenson playfully. “You know you’re a bit of a slag. And he’s eating it up.”

Jenson shot Nico a warning glance, but a smug sleezy grin broke through.

“He’s into it, alright? It’s a bit of banter—he knows how to push my buttons, and I love giving it back. It’s all part of the thrill.”

Nico watched him with an amused expression. “I have nevee seen you like this, even before your past relationships. Just be careful, Jenson. You don’t want to cross a line you can’t uncross.”

But Jenson wasn’t worried about crossing lines—he was worried about the shame that sometimes washed over him when he thought about what they had.

A knot of insecurity twisted in Jenson’s stomach as he reflected on his own fading relevance, the years of racing behind him replaced with interviews and dreaded commentaries of races beside Danica Patrick. He couldn’t shake the fear that he wasn’t enough—that Lando, with his striking looks and effortless charm, would one day turn his back on Jenson for a younger, fitter driver who could still steal the spotlight.

The thought gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the gap between them, leaving Jenson to wonder if he could ever truly hold onto someone so vibrant and alive.

[aestophobia]

@corbin-is-sleepy I did it.....

So a lot of my ideas aren't very specific, they're just random edits set to songs from the blitzstone playlist I made four years ago (I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry, Paper Rings by Taylor Swift, She by Dodie, Stolen Dance by Milky Chance, and a lot more)

BUT I do have some more specific ones

I'm not very good at explaining why, so bare with me

so hold me

wrap me in love, fill up my cup

cause I'm hollow

LITERAL EMPTY CUP ANTHEM

like i can't even express how empty cup family this song is

but sometimes I feel

like I'm only a ghost, like I'm only a wall

and if you come around, honey, I'll probably just follow you home

this just feels really Hearth to me

oh I wish I was more than my skin and my bones

I've been arranging each of my movements

and all of my gestures trying to fool myself

Hearthstone being shamed for being deaf by his father perchance

I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool

oh but you don't have to tell the other kids at school

my dad'll strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block

someday I'm gonna be somebody people want

switching it up!!! this song is very very blitzen to me

if there's no one beside you

when your soul embarks

then I'll follow you into the dark

they would literally do anything for eachother uugghghs i love them sm

the moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

the blitzstone sun/moon dynamic is something that can be so personal actually

the fact that personality wise Hearthstone is the moon one and Blitzen is the sun one, but Hearth needs the sun to survive and Blitz needs the dark

I don't even have a specific lyric from this one it's all just so blitzstone

I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool?

falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels

this part is Hearth

pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end

'less I decide to go to it will I see the end?

and this part is Blitz

I don't have any specific lyrics for this one either, they just care so much about each other

Hearth core, reminds me of "Daisies in the Shape of an Elf"

rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left

and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

BLITZEN BLITZEN BLITZENNN

all of this song reminds me of Blitz, but this part stands out to me

I also have already made two Blitzstone edits before and I kind of want to talk about them lol

the first one was to "Fire and the Flood" by Vance Joy (this was also the very first edit I made ever)

the big reason that this song reminds me of blitzstone is because the first time I read THoT, I was in a mall and that song was playing (right as I got to the Blitz being stabbed part)

but also the more I listen to it the more it feels actually blitzstone coded

the second one was to "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" by Lana Del Ray

this was actually a fairly recent edit and I really like how it turned out (even thought I don't like doing edits with fanart and still pictures)

I did it to the "you're in the wind, I'm in the water" part if you know what I'm talking about and I had Hearth as the wind because elfs are creatures of air and Blitz as the water part because of the shower scene

Long post omg but any excuse to talk about blitzstone

[howdoyousleep3]

oh mama k I have a thot for you

took a social media break for the first couple weeks of the school year so this has been bouncing around my head for a miiiinute

i had a dream a few weeks ago about daddy steve and baby buck (my comfort pairing, ofc) and how their dynamic becomes part of their every day lifestyle slowly over the course of their relationship which leads me to this

how do you think baby buck would react to finding out daddy had met with an architect to renovate a room in their house to create a special room for them to use for their more formal scenes?

in my head, daddy goes through the whole meeting and then surprises his baby boy so he can ask Bucky what he wants added to the room

omg hi bb i hope the start of the school year has been as peaceful as possible!!

Comfort pairing, absolutely. This scenario, absolutely.

It just makes so sense in my head and in their story that Bucky (and in return, Steve) would want a different kind of play than they're used to at some point, something that is harsher and more intense. And Steve, ever the proactive planner, immediately starts to think of a space they could have that would allow them to play like that.

He won't allow for any random person to see his baby in such a vulnerable state so clubs and public spaces are out. But Bucky really needs help getting out of his head sometimes and that's hard for him to do when they're just in their bedroom.

So, it's obvious that Steve converts a spare bedroom into their room.

And it's also obvious, that Steve can only plan to a point before he has to consult with and share his secret with Bucky.

He definitely goes through some steps, like you said. He meets with an architect, a designer, gets the professional opinions he needs before he wants Bucky's input. He doesn't need it. He could do this all on his own all the way up to the end, but he hates that thought.

He wants Bucky's input and involvement. This is their space.

It makes sense in my brain that Daddy Steve has this plan on how to introduce the room to Bucky...and then the plan totally changes when Bucky is dragging his Daddy to their bedroom and Steve just...

…drags Bucky down one more door.

Instead of letting Bucky look at blueprints and plans that are laid out on his desk in his office, Steve decides to lay Bucky out on the bare floor of their newly bare spare room and start running his mouth about just how he'd put this room to use.

Clothes are torn, half on half off, the high points of Bucky's cheeks are cherry red, as are his lips. Steve gets bits of sentences out, full ones broken up by groans and curses.

"You know how my sweet boy sometimes wants to be bad? How he sometimes wants somethin' different than what Daddy normally gives him? How about a room for that, huh?"

Steve has Bucky ride him, has him bounce right there on his cock, in his lap, as he mentions all the things they could have.

A bed with less forgiving bondage straps, a leather couch, a pole for Buck to give his Daddy a show on. A bench, an examination table, a St. Andrew's cross, a cage. A proper place for Daddy to put his toys and for Bucky to put his collars.

"There are so many dirty fuckin' things Daddy could do to you in this room. Whatever you want, whatever that sweet slutty side'a you wants, we can do it here."

And he'd make Bucky start to say what he wants in this room, right there and in between moans and mewls as he fucks himself open on Daddy's cock.

"Want...a big chair I can tie...tie you to. Want that pole to be...fuck, to be on a little stage. Want a desk or a chalkboard where we can...can pretend you're my teacher..."

Needless to say...Steve's surprise is a fucking success. 😵‍💫😍

[ivystoryweaver]

Awesome MK thots from @traveller-of-the-knight

I got this in my DMs and just had to share!

Answers to Moon Knight Asks

My responses in italics

So... 1 Best cook: Jake

^ This seems to be a popular idea! I wonder what his fave dishes are

2 Most texts: Steven (poor boy needs company and is so in love, talking/texting is one of his love languages

^ Aw, "so in love" what I wouldn't give!

3 Worried sooner/the most is Marc, he's the one with the biggest fear of his loved ones getting hurt and all the abandonment issues

^ I for sure think Marc pushes people away before they can push him away, so he would be worried if you're not communicating, thinking the worst about your safety or about your feelings toward him.

4 I think they have tried everything, each one has their favourite way of staying organised and external communication. Steven definitely is a notebook kind of guy, Marc wrights down important things in random places and then he forgets about it but phone notes help. Jake uses post it notes to communicate with the others but he also has an agenda in his car.

^ I like your insight. I wonder if Steven uses the phone more since he has a smart phone. Since Marc is always moving around suddenly (maybe?), that could be him too. Or he might have a little notebook. I for sure see Jake using post-it's.

5 Jake pays the bills (he has the most money and the others always wonder how they end up still having some money by the end of the month)

^ I think Marc has some illegal money lol. But yeah maybe Jake has the best paying job? When the other 2 don't know about him, they really have to wonder don't they? lol

6 Steven has practiced calligraphy but in general he has a messy handwriting, wanting to take notes faster and sometimes the others struggle to make sense of them. Jake on the other hand has the cleanest handwriting and Marc the ugliest (sorry babe)

^ Steven and calligraphy? That sounds like something he would do. Kind of old fashioned and romantic, like the chocolates and flowers on a date. Omg what if Jake dots his "i's" with hearts on his lil post its? I want to see his neat handwriting!

7 Marc: if he showers, he does it at night/early in the morning after a mission. Steven: He doesn't have time in the morning as he rushes to go to work so he settles down to shower after work or before bed. Jake: baths, they can be triggering to Marc due to the water but he knows when they need to have a long bath and relax so he just does that.

^ OMG OMG. water can be triggeringggg stoppp. Poor Steven always running late. This is spot on

8 Marc is going to have the biggest mental breakdown and denial and anger and he is going to have the worst relationship with Jake at the beginning of the show causing problems to everyone. Steven figured out there was another one and suspected that they might work for Khonshu so he emotional prepared himself

^ i agree Marc would have a tougher time learning about Jake than Steven would. Although Marc hid himself from Steven!

9 Jake chews gum after smoking and Steven to cope with anxiety and also ground himself. Marc doesn't, except if Layla pulls out a package idk, just seeing some gum makes him want some gum!

^ These are cute and I totally agree. Poor bb Steven with anxiety.

I love that you answered these. It's fun to get asks that are already answered, it's like a little treat I get to read! Love it

[kittyofalltrades]

Babe I’m gonna need to know your kinkiest thot about Hux

Well, this got out of hand. Nobody look at me. I blame you specifically for this Dee.... NSFW under the cut.

First of enemies to enemies that fuck. No way around it.

Vast amounts of hate fucking goes on, on nearly every flat surface.

His office, your office, random corridors, against walls, and in a special twist, a storage closet. There isn't really a place that Hux hasn't fucked you.

Nearly every place you've had a screaming match has eventually led to angry sexy no matter who is in the right or wrong.

For him, the leather gloves stay on, not because he doesn't like the feeling of your skin, but because he likes how your pussy clenches around him when he does. He doesn't know if you have a leather kink but he can do this one thing to please you.

Hair pulling is his favorite thing, not that he'd ever admit to it. He loves when you tug his ginger locks, ruining his pristine image.

Choking is also a big thing for him. He likes to feel your pulse flutter against his fingers while he holds your throat. He likes to remind you that in that moment he is your god.

For wanting to be neat and he likes to make a mess of you, you both left his office with clothes in tatters with because he cut you out of them with the nearest sharp object or because you've just ripped them to shreds.

He's also not afraid to send you out of his office or quarters wearing cum on your tits from where he's made a mess of you. Your complaints of a walk of shame and the resulting angry sex keep him doing it again and again.

You are both grateful for the high uniform collars because you both sport teeth marks and purple hickies from your activities. And in your case, some bruises on your hips.

Sometimes even him reprimanding you ends up with you bent over his desk begging for him to fuck you while he edges you until you cry. To teach you a lesson, he'd purr in your ear with a slow deep roll of his hips that serves more as a reminder that you hate him than anything.

The week that you spent away from him and the star destroyer was brutal. You felt like it was constant edging because you still had to debrief with him via holo. You weren't sure how you kept your composure with his long distance teasing.

The second you'd returned to the star destroyer, you'd stormed to his office, barging in with a snarl to find him smiling serenely at you. He addressed you by your title and offered you a seat to debrief and it took everything in your power to not lunge over the desk to get your hands on him.

Once the debrief was finished, you finally gave into your desires and stalked around his desk. You did the one thing he didn't expect and pulled his cock out, sucking him off until he finished in your mouth before storming out of his office once again.

You knew you'd made an impression when he caught you in a deserted corridor not from your quarters. You didn't have time to speak before he was tugging you out of your uniform to fuck you right there against the wall.

Your levels of animosity never wavered, even as you spent more overnights in his quarters. Reminding him with every breath that you hated him and nothing would change that. Even while he was buried to the hilt in you, you'd remind him of your hatred of him and how you could find someone better to fuck.

Those times he'd stop fucking you and glare at you until you squirmed under him. He'd remind you that if you could get better, you wouldn't be in his bed taking his cock. If you could get better, he wouldn't know what you sounded like when you cum.

He'd keep still until you apologised to him, the only apology he'd ever weasel out of you before he'd start his brutal pace into you again.

Maker, you hated him with every fiber of your being, but damn, the sex was good.

Yea.............that was alot.....I think I'm gonna go throw myself away now.....

[gaienenkidou]

HELLO 6 7 20 enkidu character opinions Please

wtffff i had to dig through my activity to find that you sent this because it got eaten by other notifs!!!! whoever coded this website needs to get fired i swears. ON IT BOSS o7

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

im more chatty online but even then the amount i talk depends on the day. but irl I understand why enkidu is the way he is in any social situation because quite frankly yeah me too. i dont even talk irl i just think to myself and observe everyone and just go "ahum yup ok" and nod at everything people say because literally what am i supposed to say. but once people talk about a topic im familiar with i might say a thing or two all of a sudden. maybe three. the only difference is that enkidu is The strongest man ever and i am just some random ass person that takes care of children sometimes

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

unib memes range from annoyingly overused as per usual for fgs (chesto/akatsuki thot slayer. mika XD half of the time. hilda is 19...do people even still make bathwater and jav jokes anymore oh god those were annoying day ONE) or either funny to Mehhhh depending on the context (just any memes involving merkava come to mind. wagner honest mids My toxic trait is thinking a good chunk of them are funny btw. nana jokes are hit or miss too) but enkidu memes have always been the ones i've consistently laughed at the most being removed from my inherent bias and i imagine that's the result of him being very under the radar. but like holy shit enkidu mains are funny as fuck? the enkidu tier jokes in unist. you had to be there for the "they added enkidu in uniclr" era. and then the memes after that when they took 66c away from us. and of course "I guess I won't say anything..." and the enkidu autism jokes. guy who just has the funniest meme material with just his balancing history and being the way he is ALONE

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

even though they have the whole "ending each other with honor" thing going on the fact that they kinda worked together in uni2 (wished we couldve actually seen how they were working together ahahahaha. ha) and also their mutual respect for each other i think wald and enkidu should settle down from their own debts and be old men besties. idk linne can have a weird uncle now or something i just want to see them talk in a slice of life context so bad ESPECIALLY FOR WALDSTEIN. like they can't just give us funny ass trivia like "he has to eat like 7 bowls of food and also needs to enter the back door" and not put him in SoL situations with other people.