#I��m losing my mind 😂

[violetsiren90]

Pairing: dom!Hoseok/sub/brat!f!Reader

Genre: Oneshot; hard smut (eventual fluff 😂); BDSM lifestyle; friends to fwb to?; canon-compliant (idolAU)

Summary: You've been friends with Hobi for years, and he's your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); hardcore BDSM themes/relationships; full consent and safe-words ❤; Hobi is a hard dom; MC is a brat (mostly); dominance and submission; elements of primal play; sexual degradation (deg-play use of the word "b*tch"); mentions of MC's hair and hair pulling; rough physical contact in a sexual context (manhandling); mentions of drinking; kink-outing; Jimin is a menace lol; Hobi in the studio 👀 (The full oneshot will come with more specific warnings - a looooong list lol)

Mood board here! ⛓🖤

Release date: Christmas? 🎄

Author's note: Hey, y'all! I am catapulting out of my comfort zone with this one and, honestly, having the time of my life. I've been in my Hobi era lately and when the concept of dom!Hobi possessed my mind I knew I'd have to write it out or else. 😅😂 I hope to pop this under your trees around Christmas! Hope you enjoy the teaser, and as always, if no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

Also, a big thank you to @orchidyoonkook for beta reading this - you are the real MVP! 💕

If you want to be alerted via the tag list for this when it drops, let me know!

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  "What?" Hoseok's wide grin stretches further as he regards your flustered face with giddy anticipation.

    You groan into your hands, willing the cushions of your friend's leather couch to swallow you like quicksand.

    "Fucking Jimin - I'll kill him!" you whine, pressing your fingers to your temples, and keeping your eyes glued to the hardwood of the studio floor.

    The rapper laughs as he swivels his baseball cap to sit backwards on his fluffy brown mop of hair. 

    "Come on! Tell me!" he insists, sprawling back in his rolling chair, the tips of his fingers touching deviously together as he regards you with twinkling eyes. 

    You sneak a glance at him before sighing defeatedly, which only earns another chortle of laughter from across the room.

    Park fucking Jimin. You really were going to kill him. Too many bottles of soju the week prior saw you blacking out at the BTS member's pad, the one he shared with your mutual friend, Jung Hoseok. You woke up the next day, memories of the night before obscure concepts of debauchery merely alluded to by the taste of bile and the dull cranial throb of dehydration. When Jimin rather gleefully handed you, along with an iced americano, one of the booze-fueled revelations you had let slip, you begged and pleaded with him to erase the memory from his brain...or at the very least to take it to his grave. He made no such promises. And now, you are facing the man of the hour - the subject of your divulgement - who had apparently been informed that you harbored certain strong opinions in his regard. Humiliating.

    You flick mildly irritated eyes back up to your friend who waggles his brows in a way that makes you want to crack a smile and sock him at the same time.

    "Before I say anything, I want to know exactly what he told you," you demand, crossing your arms defensively, no cracked smile to be found.

    He rolls his eyes up to the corner of the ceiling in recollection.

    "He just said that you had gotten wasted and admitted something kinky...about me." 

    At the last two words he drops his voice dramatically low and pins you with a grin that is sickeningly predatory. Your pulse begins to hammer and you have to remind yourself that you are, in fact, capable of speech. Fuck, you think to yourself, it's happening. You can feel sweat starting to bead at your hairline. Maybe if you get it out there, just say it aloud, it will lose its power. Maybe the spell will be broken. Maybe he will laugh and you will laugh and you'll order lunch and keep irritating him while he's supposed to be working on a track. You're both adults, right? You whoosh out a breath. 

    Hobi is still looking at you, his bottom lip pushing up and the corners of his mouth tugging down in one of his little inverted smirks while his right leg bounces a little up and down. It is just Hobi, after all, you tell yourself. Just Hobi. You are roundly aware that it may be a lie, but it seems to allow you just enough courage to jump.

    "Okay, okay!" you practically shout, and he giggles and stomps his feet, which admittedly makes revealing this particular chestnut a bit easier.

    "I told him...I said..."

    "What?"

    "Oh, Christ! Fine!" And the rest comes out like water from a fire hose. "One time I came to drop off Jimin's charger and you were in dance practice and you were watching the guys and you had this look on your face - like you were pissed or something - and it was so unlike you and I got turned on and ended up having a fucking wet dream that you were stepping on my mother-fucking pussy, okay?! Are you satisfied now?!"

    You heave a sigh and throw yourself back against the cushions, hands over your face. How you just mustered the courage to form those actual words you haven't even the faintest notion - but it was going to be you or Jimin, and it might as well be you. After your heart has begun to return to its resting rate and you've heaved a few deep breaths you steel yourself against the certain impending onslaught of Hobi's laughter and general mockery...which doesn't come. You peek through your fingers to see that your friend has shifted in his chair, facing a bit away from you toward the inside of the room, leaning forward, his hands gripping the ends of the chair's armrests. His face looks a little troubled, or pensive, you can't tell which. You sit up and really look at him, suddenly worried. Did you just fuck things irrevocably up? That was an incredibly bizarre and intimate thing to admit. Shit.

    "Hobi?" you squeak, barely over a whisper, as you regard him.

    He tilts his head suddenly to look at you, quick like a bird, and when those dark eagle-eyes regard you in return, you feel like a small, helpless creature scurrying across the tundra. Nowhere to hide. A bead of sweat escapes its perch and slips down from your temple. As he utters his question of response, the air suddenly becomes as thick as the tropics.

    "Is that something that you'd want, Y/n? To be treated like that? To be...put in your place? Put down?"

    You don't answer him. You can't. Your words, your breath, your coherent thoughts are stuck, inert, useless as your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall in heavy swells. Your eyes are locked on his face as if by magnetic force. He stands, his baggy Louis Vuitton tee falling over his grey sweats. He shoves his hands in the pockets and takes a step toward where you sit. His posture is relaxed. His gaze is anything but.

    "Is it?"

    You want to say you don't know. That you'd never considered it again. Never once recalled the image of it - of him -  standing over you as the sole of his shoe punished your throbbing sex.

    "Fuck..." you breathe, and when he doesn't take his eyes from your squirming form, you relent. "...y-yeah."

    He takes another step toward you, slowly. He's crowding you now, as he looks down, and the proximity is almost more than you can bare.

    "You see," he remarks musingly, "I thought you were gonna say something funny - something ridiculous," he tilts his head to one side, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, "But that's not funny, Y/n. No, that's not funny at all. Because, as it turns out..."

    He leans down, his breath fanning over your face as he speaks. Mint and espresso. You shiver and close your eyes.

    "...that's something I can do."

...what? He can...h-he can....

    "Hoseok..." you whisper shakily, because it's all you can manage.

    You hear him laugh darkly and you don't look at him.

    "Hoseok?" he mimics, "Not, Hobi, huh? Hoseok when you're like this, is it?" 

    "When I'm like...what?" You practically whimper in complaint, eyes still pressed shut as your last line of defense.

    But any manner of defense is in vain as he answers your query, the words dripping from his lips slowly like honey, sickly like venom - 

    "When you're a filthy pathetic little slut."

    A whine escapes you at the complete and utter shock of his words. Suddenly you clamp your thighs together (to provide friction or obscurity to your quickly dampening cunt you are unsure), and that's when he takes your jaw between his fingers and roughly jerks your chin upwards, your eyes fluttering frantically open. 

    "Is this what you want?" he hisses, "For me to have my way with you like a needy whore?" Fuck, is this happening? This is really happening. Your mind reels, but that's alright - it stopped doing the thinking when he got up out of that chair. Something primal in you had taken over, something that's been starving for so long, something that longs to feed.

    You do your best to nod with your chin in his grip. He swallows thickly, his eyes darting to your lips, and then back up to yours. His pupils are blown, his eyes almost wholly black as they trace over your face. Suddenly his hand slips from your chin to the nape of your neck where his hand tangles in your hair and his head drops to the side, his gaze softening.

    "I need you to say it, Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his voice so, so low but without the edge that sends ice through your veins. His voice. He's asking you as someone who cares about you, cares what you want - your friend. Do you want this? No...you don't want it. You need it.

    "Yes - yes, Hobi - I want this," you find yourself stumbling over the words to get them out.

    So quickly and so assured. Have you ever been this certain of anything in your life? His fingers dance against the nape of your neck and you sigh as his eyes travel all over your body. You want to hide. You want to strip down. You want to run and you want him to chase you. You want him to punish you when he catches you. You are sick with want.  

    "A safe word, baby, we need a safe word," he nudges your racing mind back into the current moment with his words.

    You blink, your mind running up against the sudden saccharine pet name (which he has admittedly called you before) as it scrambles for something obvious and yet not ridiculous.     Something simple maybe...a flower...?

    "Foxglove," you say, and he raises his brows with a grin.

    "Foxglove it is," he acquiesces. "So if you ever want me to stop, ever - okay? You say that. Foxglove." 

    You nod.

    "Say it for me," he whispers, you shiver again. Fuck.

    "Foxglove." It's slow and thick leaving your mouth.

    "Good girl," he purrs. Butterflies erupt in your rib-cage and your eyelids flutter. "How hard do you want it?" He asks, "How rough?"

    You scramble to find your voice.

    "Pretty rough, I think," you posit, a bit unsure of what that means.

    He hums in response, his brows knitting in thought. You were going to have to give him something to go on, you could see that.

    "I..." you stammer, "I want you to...to punish me. I want you to...to hurt me a little."

    He raises a brow - looks at you, just stares as if considering. Then suddenly you know what to say.

    "See...I'm not a good girl," you insist tilting your head back a bit haughtily, a bit defiantly. Being a good girl had gotten you butterflies, but that's not what you wanted right now. That's not what every cell of your body was screaming for.

     He's grinning wickedly again - his other hand is slipping out of his pocket and the one in your hair is gripping at the roots.

    "Hm. You're not are you?" he asks, his voice as dark and cold as the Pacific once again.

    "No, Hobi," you whisper. And suddenly your world is tilted on its axis as he tightens his fingers against your scalp and yanks your head back, sending a searing pain shooting through your skin as he stoops to hiss in your ear.

    "That's Hoseok, you pretty little bitch."

    You let out a whimper so needy it's nearly a sob. Your heartbeat is pounding between your legs. He lets go of your hair as roughly as he grabbed it and goes to lock the door and your stomach flips - you are totally and completely at his mercy. It's a little bit terrifying and completely exhilarating. When he comes to loom over you again, you decide just exactly where you stand in all this. You know exactly what you want. You glare up at him. He narrows his eyes.

    "You gonna listen, hm?"

It's not a question, you know it's not - it's a command. But you have one, just one, of your own...

    "Make me."

[kaliforniahigh]

Can you write about Noah and super short reader? I'm 4'11 🥺. Maybe he walks in on reader either climbing on the counter to reach something or standing on the counter looking for a snack. He starts keeping step stools in every room.

She wears his shirts like a dress with fishnets and doc martens on the regular.

Maybe they do the tiktok trend of 'showing my dog places they've never seen' but it's you being lifted by him to see above the fridge and other high places 😂

Ok, so a good while back I wrote about this exact same thought and someone made a drawing of Noah picking reader up so she can look over the fridge, but I can't find it for the life of me :((((( Anyways, I love this concept soo much!!!

Warnings: this is just fluff!

WC: 1.4k (a shortie, like the reader)

My requests are closed for now!

Noah has walked in on you climbing on things to reach somewhere or something way too many times. He's always made a mental note to keep a little step stool for you, to avoid the risks of you falling, but he actually never got around to it.

Deep down, he knows it's because he loves helping you. Loves thinking that you can rely on him to always do this one thing for you.

But, one day, he had to draw the line. You were cleaning his room, dusting the shelves and the frames he kept on the wall. The thing is, he hung them too high for you to reach, So, without thinking twice, you rolled his computer chair to where you needed it, and stepped on top of it.

You were humming some random tune under your breath, when you heard an alarmed voice behind you.

"Are you out of your mind?"

You got startled and felt the chair start to swivel and roll to the side, making you lose balance. Before you could fall to the floor, Noah was beside you, grabbing you by the hips and landing you on the ground safely.

"Oh my God! Why did you have to scare me?", you scolded him, giving him a little slap on the shoulder, trying to regain your composure after almost faceplanting on the floor.

"Why on earth would you stand on top of a rolling computer chair?", he questioned you, voice exasperated and eyes still wide from your almost accident.

"I was trying to clean the frames", you pointed to the various frames on the wall to get your point across.

"I saw that! But you need to be more careful. God knows what would've happened of I didn't catch you", he was still agitated, and that was agitating you.

"I would've been fine! I almost fell because YOU scared me!", you gestured with your hands, voice becoming a little louder.

Noah sighed out loud, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

"Ok, maybe I shouldn't have startled you, but your idea was not the brightest", he tried to reason.

"I'm used to doing this. I've had to climb stuff my whole life to reach certain things", you turned around to resume your cleaning when Noah grabbed you by the hips.

"I'm sorry, ok? I don't mean to be a dick", he put both hands on your shoulder and started to massage them. "It's just that I worry about your well-being"

You relaxed into his touch, the tenseness leaving your body instantly.

"I know that. But the word is a very different place for someone who's 4'11''. You're 6'4'', things are way easier for you", you didn't mean to complain, but you did huff a little when you said this out of frustration.

"I know, I know", he pecked you on the lips. "I'm sorry, ok?", he looked you in the eyes, wanting you to know that he was being sincere.

"It's ok, I forgive you", you circled your arms around his middle and rested your cheek on his clothed chest. "I'm never standing on top of a rolling chair ever again".

"Not, you're not. Because I'm getting you a step stool instead", said and you whined.

"Noah, no. That's embarassing", you frowned at the ideia. You weren't a 12 year old anymore.

"What's more embarassing, a step stool, or going to the hospital, looking like a fool, because you fell from a chair?", he raised both of his eyebrows at you, as if to challenge you. You thought for a minute, but you knew he was right.

"Ok, you can get me a step stool. But it has to be foldable so I can hide it, and I won't step on it if people are watching", he smiled at your remarks, but actually impressed that you gave in so easily.

"I'll still grab things for you when I'm around", he put both hands on your back, rubbing them up and down.

"You better", you rested your head against him once again. "I'm tired of cleaning, you stressed me out. Let's go lay on the couch".

He laughed at your jab at him, but grabbed you by the hand, leading you out of the room, switching the light off and closing the door behind you.

"Let's go. I can grab you some snacks from the top shelf", you slapped him lightly on the back, as he expected, and his laugh only intensified. He couldn't see you you, but you were also sporting a big smile on your face.

"I want the Doritos"

Everything has been going well since you made your deal with Noah. The day after the almost accident, he went out and bought you the step stoll, and you've been biting your tongue to admit that it was actually a great decision.

One day, when you were laying on the couch, casually strolling on your phone, you heard Noah coming down the stairs. He was working on some songs on his computer - or that's you thought he was doing - and you usually left him alone for that.

He stood in front of you, and you looked at him over the top of your phone. He didn't say anything, but he had a smile on his face that you weren't sure if you liked. Locking you phone and dropping it on your lap, you asked:

"What?"

"I saw this trend on TikTok and I wanted to do it with you", he had an expression on his face that told you you might not like this.

"Noah, you don't even have TikTok"

"I have a TikTok", he said this a little lower, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

"You have a TikTok?"

"I do", he averted his gaze from you.

"Since when do you have a TikTok?", you asked. He was unbelivable.

"That's not important right now. Have you seen this trend where owners pick their dogs up to show them places they haven't seen before?"

"Yes, I have. It's adorable", you anwered and side-eyed him at the same time.

"I wanted to do it for you", he said and waited for your answer. You just looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"Are you comparing me to a dog?", you deadpanned, and saw his expression change immediately.

"No, baby, of course not. I just thought it would be cute"

"Yeah", you hummed, as if in thought". "It would actually be cute", you agreed.

"So you'll let me do it?", he asked, but was already opening his camera app on his phone.

"Yeah, I will, But we won't post it", you said, getting uo from the couch.

"What do you want to see first?", he asked.

"The top of the fridge", you walked to the kitchen and he followed after you. You positioned yourself and Noah propped the phone on the wall behind the fridge, the phone sitting on top of it.

"Ok, so I'll grab you by the hips and lift you up", he instructed and you nodded.

He tried picking you up the first time, but you started giggling, remembering the dog videos you watched. The movent threw him off and you landed back on your feet.

"What's so funny?", he asked, looking at you.

"I'm just remembering the dog videos. They look so confused, it's so funny", you giggled once more.

"Ok, I'll try it again", he picked you up once more and you were finally able to see on top of the fridge. When you saw it though, you let out a big gasp.

"What is it?", Noah asked you.

"Oh my God, Noah. It's so dusty up in here. I need to clean this right now", you exclaimed, running your finger over the top and seeing the trail it left behind.

"You gotta show me other places right now, because our house is dirty and I didn't even know it", you said and made your way to the bathroom. "C'mon, you gotta show me the top of the bathroom's upper cabinet"

Noah didn't even know what to say, he just followed after you, with a smile on his face at how absolutely adorable you were.

So the day went by like this, him showing you the top part of places and you insisting you clean them. But he didn't let you use the step stool this time, adamant on holding you, using the excuse that he didn't go to the gym, so this was him working on his biceps.

You were more than happy to feel the tight grip of his big hands around your waist.

[deluweil]

Thanks for your response to that other anon about Tommy; you’re totally right. I also was intrigued, even liked him and Buck after their first kiss. But his closet comment and behavior on their first date, like he didn’t care that Buck has LITERALLY just figured out his bisexuality and that’s A LOT to process, his dismissive attitude towards Buck’s ideas and feelings (the bachelor party henley, the “enjoy it while it lasts” at the medal ceremony)….and then add in the way some fans have gone 0 to 100 on them so quickly, even calling them endgame, and likely at least in part JUST because it’s two men…it’s become such a turn off. I was neutral, even wanted to like them at first, but now am counting the days until it ends. And it’s not because I’m a BoB or would dislike any Buck LI that isn’t Eddie. And I don’t agree with anyone getting HATE (we can sideeye and judge people’s actions ($cameos$) But I think seeing Buck in a canon male/male relationship has caused some people to lose their damn minds. Ship and let ship! Stay in your sandbox, we’ll stay in ours!

LOL I am so removed from all the crowing bummies that I have to ask wth is BoB?

I actually went to look it up and found some interesting options, I am going with this one:

"Bob" is a generic and common name, and using it can be a way of avoiding formalities or creating a relaxed and approachable atmosphere

If you have the other meaning go ahead and tell me, like bummies I understand what benefits me in the moment😂

I kinda wish ppl will look up the meaning of "comphet" (I actually looked it up) that Ryan keeps bringing up in his interviews - that way ppl can stop saying crap things about him being the one to derail Eddie-T because he was supposedly against it. - Which is bullshit, Tim repeatedly said it was because the Natalia actress couldn't come back and M actress could. - Also, Originally T was supposed to be Lucy, she just couldn't come back so they took Lou in a pinch, so Obviously the endgame sure as shit wasn't the pilot.

And you're right, T's attitude was condescending at best, I was talking about it with a mutual the other day, and said that if they really had an interest to build BT properly, also by the time they came up with BT they knew they were being renewed for S8, they could have slowed into this. Actually make Buck's coming out story, a coming out story, not "So first date was a bust, how bout you come to my sister's wedding?" like who does that?

They could have started as friends with Lou being a gay guru, they could have had private dates until Buck was actually out to everyone and ready to be seen in public.

There could have been feelings involved that developed over time.

I gave the example of Tim-Ashley vs Nolan-Bailey from The Rookie, while Ashley was fairly kept to the background (btw she got more screen time than T, just saying) while Bailey was constantly and still being weaved into the story, intricated into Nolan's life, because he was meant to end up with her.

What ppl, who seem to have never watched good tv in their lives, don't seem to understand is that there is a way to write a story, and 911 not only screwed up spectacularly with Buck and Eddie's storylines, but they managed to make it clear from the get go that any LI to come along would be written just bad enough for it to be clear that they are not lasting.

Even furious, Eddie never walked away from Buck. Even when Buck was an asshole in 2x01, Eddie stood his ground and insisted they sort it through making it clear that they are on the same side, that he cares about him and wanting to be his friend. - His partner, a team.

Tommy, like all his predecessors, walked away as soon as something didn't fit his little comfort zone. Tommy walked away on that first date, he didn't contact Buck after that, Buck had to make contact and apologize for not being comfortable on his first date with a guy, like how messed up is that?

And Tommy's little acid retort in front of Eddie in the restaurant before that? From the side it's hilarious for someone who was never in that position. It was mean and uncalled for, but not exactly a surprise because T was never much of am understanding person, he was pretty much an ass from the get go in S2, only difference now is that he is out of the closet.

How did Athena put it when Michael first brought his new bf home after they got divorced? "If Michael had cheated on me with a woman, no one would have expected me to slap on a fake smile and welcome her into my home."

And that is exactly what the GA expects us to do, so what if Buck injured Eddie for attention? He's bi now.

So what if T was an ass and pretty much dismissive towards Buck and talks to him often in a bored way like one talks to a child? He's gay now.

A certain sexual preference does not excuse bad behavior. A person's behavior is supposed to be taken at face value, and not excused just because that person is now seeing someone who happens to be of the same gender.

Crappy behavior is just that - crappy behavior - equal accountability and all that.

I actually liked Taylor for Buck in S2, I think Lucy could have been perfect for him in S5, but the writers made sure to smear their characters in the eyes of the GA from the beginning, thus ending up with another failed relationship, while Buck's relationship with Eddie thrives from one episode to another for the last 7 seasons. One has to wonder about that even if they don't ship buddie.

Same pattern here with T. I was prepared to like him with Buck, I was prepared to see Buck making his way out of the closet with someone who would make him feel safe to do it, not kiss him unprepared under the pretense of coming originally on Eddie's behalf. Not that crap show that was that restaurant date. Not Buck apologizing after feeling insecure and exposed in public for the first time out of the closet and so many other things. - I'm getting the same vibes as Taylor looking through her phone in disinterest in 4x11 as Buck recites some google fact.

And you're right, the fans going from 0-200 after one kiss was just ridiculous, like chill people have you never seen two men kiss before?

I have, on screen and in RL, I grew up with lovely lgbtq+ friends from childhood, it's not all that. When my gay best friend dated someone who didn't treat him right, I told him to get rid of him. When my cousin's gf treated her like property and like she owes her something I urged her to find a better more nurturing person to be happy with.

Two men kissing is not endgame making, hell, from experience two men having sex (hot as it is) is not endgame making.

Love, passion, trust, security, fun, friends gatherings where they're cute and gross, can be made into a healthy endgame making relationship.

Buck and Tommy have physical attraction, they make for a steamy picture but nothing else.

And Lou, I am just... I don't know, I would have preferred not to find out the things he's done as cast of 911, I am just so disappointed.

I loved Lou, now it's just meh. Like he's trying to make as much money as he can before he finishes his way in the show is all kinds of wrong. Also very misleading to the ppl who are hanging on his every word. (And I don't think Oliver likes it either, he is pointedly ignoring any scene with T, not promoting anything that doesn't involve Eddie and Christopher or Buck's own development).

Even Ryan didn't know he was going to get shot until he got the 4x13 script, he was sure he was being killed off until he talked to whoever was showrunner at the time lol.

So Lou can't know he just talks out of his ass and make himself look bad in the process.

And I agree, ppl should be free to ship whoever they desire, but they are not entitled to force their desires upon others, I'm talking about both sides of the ships not just one. (Although I gotta say I've never got hate asks until a certain ship popped up this season. A lot of hateful - now blocked anons - that I refused to give stage to.)

These toxic battles are useless and made this season worse than it's writing.

All that's left is kick back and hope this season's last episode can salvage the poor and repetitive storylines we got this season, - I mean even Henren and Bathena got a replay of S4.

And don't even get me started of the fart shaped storyline Eddie got after switching last minute.

I'm tired lol

didn't mean for this to become this long monster, If you made it this far thank you, sending LOTS of love. ❤️

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Ok, so I know I mentioned how I won’t acknowledge BkDk Stans, but this one’s a special case. Reason being is that this specific person has a large audience and I felt that I’d outta warn you in case you decide to wanna interact with the MHA audience on Twitter, cause chances are you’ll encounter them. I’ve bought them up before, so the name Dekacchan might ring a bell. I had this old post saved in the drafts cause I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to actually post it, but this woman has some serious issues. This doesn’t mean you get to go to her Twitter and harass her, cause I don’t condone that shit, but let this post serve as a general outline for who Dekacchan is.

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Bro, even the BkDks are shitting on Dekkachan 😂. This lady comes around championing the Japanese fandom of “being the most understanding of BkDk and it being canon”, but when confronted by a famous Japanese fujoshi who has more knowledge on the subject than she does, she continues to spit out these conspiracy theories 😭. Lady, give it a rest already.

As far as I can tell, this is her life:

-Be Dekkachan.

-Be 27 years old.

-Have a partner and a job where she teaches kids.

-Think of BkDk 24/7

-Partner and job are second to BkDk.

-Argue with children over which set of scribbles gets with which set of scribbles.

-Bully said children for not liking BkDk.

-Ignore that Izuku and Katsuki, the focus of the obsession, are minors.

-Retweet BkDk fan-art that is suggestive such as m!preg and acts of sex. Again, they are minors.

-Have friends who are proshippers and post NSFW pics of minors while being the same age as her.

-Fail to cringe at being terminally online and being more than obsessed with a fictional ship about two kids.

-Claim to be an intellectual but can’t even see that her ship isn’t canon DESPITE how obvious it is that the canon ship is IzuOcha. Even IzuOcha haters, fellow BkDks, and shippers of all kinds recognize this basic fact.

-Manipulate and cultivate an audience made up of presumably mainly teenagers to silence anyone who disagrees, no matter how logical their arguments are or no matter how respectful they are.

-Will actively seek out other people’s posts about their thoughts on MHA, and proceed to expose them to the hive-mind even if they posted away from the BkDk spaces.

-Alienate the majority of the BkDk community who is disgusted by such behavior, some even losing their love for something they were passionate of. Proceed to target and harass such “traitors”.

-Whole identity revolves around being a conspiracy theorist, a bully, a toxic shipper, and one of the biggest hypocrites on earth. Wears this as a badge of honor.

-Play victim whenever confronted and say “if you don’t like me, then block” despite the one initiating conflict.

Honestly a really sad life. Like yeah, I have this blog and whatnot, but I don’t go around harassing people who disagree with me, I’m not terminally online (only being online when I’ve got nothing better to do), and I can tell the difference between canon and my imagination. Dekkachan is something else and I’m honestly worried about how she’s going to react once IzuOcha actually becomes canon. Even other BkDk fans hate her 💀.

[x-heesy]

​Trumpies not well cum here 👉🏾🖕🏾👈🏽 (#gotoschool)

oOoF

hEy ThErE dEmOnS, iT’s Me, YeAh BoY

fIrSt ThInGs FiRsT gUyS

i JuSt GoTtA sAy FuCk NoRmIeS

uH, i’M sIcK oF tHeIr MeMeS

i’M sIcK oF tHeIr ShItTy NoRmIe FuCkInG mEmEs

ThEy’Re PoStInG oN fAcEbOoK

tHeIr StUpId „CaTcH mE oUtSiDe“ MeMeS

tHeIr PiCkLe RiCk MeMeS, mAn FuCk NoRmIeS!

wHeN i DiE bUrY mE iNsIdE a GuCcI cOfFiN

mAkE hItS aLl DaY aNd ThErE aIn’T nO sToPpIn‘

JaKe HiLl, JoSh A mAkE tRaCkS tOo OfTeN

i AiN’t NeEd A gOlD cHaIn ‚CaUsE wE’rE tOo DaMn AwEsOmE

wHeN i DiE bUrY mE iNsIdE a GuCcI cOfFiN

mAkE hItS aLl DaY aNd ThErE aIn’T nO sToPpIn‘

JaKe HiLl, JoSh A mAkE tRaCkS tOo OfTeN

i AiN’t NeEd A gOlD cHaIn ‚CaUsE wE’rE tOo DaMn AwEsOmE, uH

sLiT mY wRiStS fIlL tHe CuP, cAn’T cO-eXiSt

NoT eNoUgH bAlL mY fIsT

tHrOw It Up, KiLl ThE kIdS lEt DeAtH eRuPt

SlIt My WrIsTs FiLl ThE cUp, CaN’t Co-ExIsT

nOt EnOuGh BaLl My FiSt

ThRoW iT uP, kIlL tHe KiDs LeT dEaTh ErUpT

yEaH, lIgHt It Up WhEn I cOmE oUt ThE gRaVe

GoNnA gEt My ReVeNgE, iT’lL bE dEpRaVeD

i’Ll Be YoU cHaSiNg YoU dOwN

mAkE ‚eM bEg AnD pLeAd „No“

GoT nOtHiN‘ tO lOsE aT tHe EnD oF mY rOpEs

LiKe ThIs, ThEy DoN’t KnOw WhAt I’mA dO

bOy, YoU bEtTeR dUcK wHeN a MaN cOmE tHrOuGh

WiTh An Ar YoU’rE oN mY rAdAr

AiN’t NoBoDy GoNnA hElP yOu No SaFeGuArD, yEaH

sLiT mY wRiStS fIlL tHe CuP, cAn’T cO-eXiSt

NoT eNoUgH bAlL mY fIsT

tHrOw It Up, KiLl ThE kIdS lEt DeAtH eRuPt

SlIt My WrIsTs FiLl ThE cUp, CaN’t Co-ExIsT

nOt EnOuGh BaLl My FiSt

ThRoW iT uP, kIlL tHe KiDs LeT dEaTh ErUpT

wHeN i DiE bUrY mE iNsIdE a GuCcI cOfFiN

mAkE hItS aLl DaY aNd ThErE aIn’T nO sToPpIn‘

JaKe HiLl, JoSh A mAkE tRaCkS tOo OfTeN

i AiN’t NeEd A gOlD cHaIn ‚CaUsE wE’rE tOo DaMn AwEsOmE

wHeN i DiE bUrY mE iNsIdE a GuCcI cOfFiN

mAkE hItS aLl DaY aNd ThErE aIn’T nO sToPpIn‘

JaKe HiLl, JoSh A mAkE tRaCkS tOo OfTeN

i AiN’t NeEd A gOlD cHaIn ‚CaUsE wE’rE tOo DaMn AwEsOmE, uH

lOsT iNsIdE mY tHoUgHtS i JuSt MiGhT hIt ThE fUcKiNg BoTtOm

I aIn’T gOt HoPe LeFt In My HeArT i JuSt MiGhT hIt ThE fUcKiN‘ bOtTlE

iT’s JuSt Me AnD aLl I gOt Is Me ThAt Is AlL i NeEd In ThE mIdDlE oF

tHe BeD i SeE tHe PaPeR iN mY dReAmS

eVeRy DaY iS a GoD dAmN sTrUgGlE

fUcK iT aNyThInG tO hElP mE? nOtHiNg-NoThInG

tOsSiNg AnD tUrNiNg My StOmAcH iS cHuRnInG

i CaLl OuT tO gOd BuT i’M bEtTeR oFf BuRnInG

i WiSh I cOuLd EnD iT, i WiSh I cOuLd EnD iT

i’M hAnGiNg On By A tHrEaD lEtS nOt PrEtEnD tHaT i’M fInE

i’M lOsInG mY gOd DaMn MiNd, YeAh

I’m LoSiNg My GoD dAmN mInD

wHeN i DiE bUrY mE iNsIdE a GuCcI cOfFiN

mAkE hItS aLl DaY aNd ThErE aIn’T nO sToPpIn‘

JaKe HiLl, JoSh A mAkE tRaCkS tOo OfTeN

i AiN’t NeEd A gOlD cHaIn ‚CaUsE wE’rE tOo DaMn AwEsOmE

wHeN i DiE bUrY mE iNsIdE a GuCcI cOfFiN

mAkE hItS aLl DaY aNd ThErE aIn’T nO sToPpIn‘

JaKe HiLl, JoSh A mAkE tRaCkS tOo OfTeN

i AiN’t NeEd A gOlD cHaIn ‚CaUsE wE’rE tOo DaMn AwEsOmE

sLiT mY wRiStS fIlL tHe CuP, cAn’T cO-eXiSt

NoT eNoUgH bAlL mY fIsT

tHrOw It Up, KiLl ThE kIdS lEt DeAtH eRuPt

SlIt My WrIsTs FiLl ThE cUp, CaN’t Co-ExIsT

nOt EnOuGh BaLl My FiSt

ThRoW iT uP, kIlL tHe KiDs LeT dEaTh ErUpT

wOw! ThAt WaS a VeRy EvIl TrAcK

i’M sOrRy GuYs, I dIdN’t MeAn To ReAlLy Go In

I aPoLoGiZe BuT-bUt LiKe GoD dAmN

@len0r @m-l-3 @bigbonzo

wOoF 🐶

Normal isn’t a compliment 😂👉🏾🖕🏾👈🏽

Gucci Coffin by Josh A, iamjakehill. 🎹

[mikeellee]

Let's talk more about Kudou - the fucking idiot commander - who's bright idea to save Japan in THE LAST OFA USER is to Kamikaze himself and sacrifice OFA to Shig?

...Ummm what? Am I meant to buy this guy commanded anyone?! 🤣😂🤣

He must have killed his whole squadron then if his plans are normally this level of idiocy.

All this realistically would do is power up Shig even more to make him UNSTOPPABLE and in the process doom both Izuku with Japan as a whole.

Hi @doodlegirl1998

Ok, first let´s all agree here Hori just wants to end this damn manga. So before I go into detail about this shit show, let´s talk about one good thing he did: He was nice to Yoichi. No, there was no gain for Kudou to be nice to Yoichi he did bc yes...granted maybe Kudou was bad to Yoichi in some form and we didn´t see, however, he can´t match AFO. He didn´t even know about ofa so him saving Yoichi was selfless.

That is his only good trait. He was nice to Izu 2.0

Now, let´s shit on this moron: He held a grudge against Izu for no reason, and some people TRY to justify "Ah ha DFO" which first off, Kudou was killed 200 years ago...how HE would know IZU IS AFO´S SON? Which btw, Izu is not AFO´s son and makes the whole justification lame ...this fandom will go beyond to protect any Bakugou, hm?

This MF wanted to buff with a kid who is fighting something WAY beyond his pay raise. Never mind how this MF refuses to work with the only hope to end AFO...for reasons (even if DFO became real, I don´t think his defenders realize how this makes him pathetic "He is fighting with a kid who has no idea of who is his father" like, my guy, Kudou and BRUCE is being incredibly stupid by beffing with Izu, regardless if afo is his dad or not. Again, fandom stop trying to defend this bozo)

It´s so unfair Izu to be saddled with the second coming of BK. Look, while BK may not be related to Kudou bc "AFO MURDER HIS ENTIRE FAMILY AND ALL WOMEN KUDOU EVEN SAID HI" I do think they are related spiritually, which honestly? This makes it worse.

Now, why Kudou start a revolution against AFO? The fandom preaches "EVIL EMPIRE" But no one ever talked about it, which if his empire was SO EVIL...I think we could see echoes of it. NOPE. All we see is AFO killing people (BAD, let me make clear it´s bad)but most of his killings seem to be out of the moment. Like, I know people want to see AFO like this smart and manipulative asshole "I killed this random Joe to further my ultimate goal" when in the canon is more like "LOL I´M EVIL"

Like we see AFO in a penthouse, for sure he killed people to get the penthouse, but while IS BAD, could this action result in LE REVOLUTION? Like, imagine if Kudou is rich and AFO random killed makes Kudou lose his money it´s a fair reason to hate him...but KUDOU HAS AN ARMY. Why do people follow him? Did AFO kill their loved ones and or steal money?

Hori: BK is the best in all forms.

Kudou didn´t get a single win! He was murdered by AFO, couldn´t protect Yoichi...and FOR SURE PEOPLE WERE MURDER UNDER HIS COMMANDER.

Now, his plan is to give his quirk to SHIG...Bc OFA has all suicidals morons (Nana included, sorry) and Izu is saddled with this(a choice Hori made, remember Chapter 1?) that wants to Kamizake, don´t forget En wanted to be the sacrifice bc Smokescreen is a useless quirk (I agree, hence why in my fic I want to change his quirk, I feel a smokescreen is smth Mei could create with her gadget)

The idea is to fight Shig inside Shig...So Izu, rip your shirt sexily and look like a demon...you will have sex now!

Bc apparently Shig has a hate feeding him, literally. He has a lump on his head...(Star is touched by Baby Tenko´s sadness...I mean, she doesn´t know Shig is Tenko so this makes sense) This makes me think of cancer or tumor....and Izu needs to fight Shig inside Shig...All this is based on a moron´s plan who has no INFO TO BASE THIS DECISION.

Remember when Izu analyzed quirks, he stopped bc IT WAS CREEPY (insert bemused emoji) and now we have Bk3 doing this, and Izu going ok with this. HE IS GIVING UP HIS QUIRK BC BK3 SAID SO (this is equally bad if Izu had given ofa to Bk)

I made jokes on the server about Izu and Shig having sex...but I still hate the chapter.

Also demon!Izu looks like Tanjirou from Demon Slayer.

[bleach-your-panties]

May I please request the letters D, M, R, and V from your Valentine’s Alphabet for Kensei? 😍

Now you know you can and you already know what I'm about to say😂

dividers by @/benkeibear and @/todorosie. blank blogs you will be blocked on sight, as well.

❥⋱D - Dick: he’s gonna give you that Valentine’s Day D! What’s it like? (His dick, that is)

FAT DICK ALERT 🗣FAT DICK ALERT ‼️

Not only is it thick, it’s long, too. A good ten inches, even.

It’s a darker tan color, a few shades darker than his natural skin tone, with multiple dark veins running along the shaft, which protrudes from a thick bush of gray-white hair (GRANDPA PUBES.)

The tip flushes almost purple when he’s horny, and his balls are huge, too, covered with prickles of white hair.

When you first tried to suck him off…he had to help you, because you couldn’t even get the tip past your lips without a painful stretch.

❥⋱M - Marry: How does he feel about marriage?

Kensei loves the idea of getting married to you.

You're his best friend and biggest supporter; you've both been through some trying times together.

When he proposes, all of the Visoreds and Squad 9 are in attendance.

Shinji, Love, and Rose all begin to argue about who’s going to be the best man, which leads to Shinji and Love getting into a fist fight that Kensei and Rose have to break up.

Shuuhei inevitably ends up being the best man with Mashiro as the maid of honor.

❥⋱R - Rose Petals: Is that his style, or nah? What color? How else would he decorate you guys’ special room?

At his core, Kensei is a very sweet and romantic man.

He chooses lavender-colored rose petals to make a trail leading into the bathroom where he has a bath already prepared for the both of you.

Tall glass vases of orange long-stemmed roses decorate the nightstands on either side of your bed. Strings of crystals hang from some of the roses.

The bed is covered in cream-colored satin sheets with a literal silver platter set out with cups of sake and a meal he prepared himself.

At the end of the night (after multiple rounds of hot, steamy sex) he’ll play you a song on the guitar that he stole borrowed from Shuuhei.

❥⋱V - Virginity: How was your first time with him? (Even if you didn’t lose it to him)

Now, he wasn’t your first, but you were his.

Kensei had plenty of opportunities to be with a woman (just look at him), but as soon as he dropped his pants they were running for the hills. Not you, though!

He went through a dry spell for a long time and even began experiencing a bit of body dysmorphia because he felt like something was wrong with him and that he’d never get to experience sexual intimacy with a woman due to his large size.

When you first got together and he admitted this to you, you could feel your heart snap in two.

Throughout the beginning of your relationship, you worked with him through these struggles and ensured him that you loved him and appreciated every part of him, even the ones that he didn’t necessarily like.

Kensei only fell deeper in love with you due to this, and one night, he made it up in his mind that he wanted to give you all of him - mentally, physically, spiritually, and sexually.

Once the sex got started, you could still only take about ⅓ of his dick, but he went slow, stretching you open as he held both of your hands in his much larger ones while fucking you in the missionary position.

You felt so good to him, so warm and tight, that he only lasted a few minutes the first time due to this sensation being completely new to him.

After that first night, you gradually got used to him and can now handle his large size with more ease, but sometimes you still have to use lube or he has to eat you out really well first.

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valentine a-z ©bleach-your-panties 2024. do not steal, repost, or upload my shit to tiktok! reblogs always welcome. comments appreciated.

[myheartalivewrites]

Get to know me

Hi @firenati0n, thanks for tagging me! Here we go then, a bit of weekend fun:

Last song: I've got Spotify on on my TV and it won't let me lie: Closing Time by Semisonic. Currently listening to my 90s classic playlist

Last film: Eeek, I think this was... The Holiday, on the plane, when I was going on holiday in December? Or the first half of Juliet, Naked, which is one of my favourite films. I watched that this week but didn't finish bc it was bedtime and I was tireeeeed.

Currently reading: A Power Unbound! Finally, after I finished writing this series, I can dive in. Forcefully reminding myself to not get too distracted by tumblr games today and forget to pick up the book 😂

Currently watching: losing my mind at the second series of The Traitors (UK), thanks for asking. This morning I am thankful for CLAUDIA WINKLEMAN and that's all I will say.

Currently consuming: I have a pleasantly full belly following a pancake breakfast. This question gives me the vibe of like 'in general' though, so I'm gonna say M&S mini whips which are these little milk chocolate things filled with gooey marshmallow that I picked up the other day and now am dependent on for my emotional wellbeing.

Currently craving: full tummy and all, but now that I've mentioned them, a mini whip wouldn't go amiss.

OMG tags! I haven't done a tag game for a while and I feel like I saw a bunch of people answer this today, but let's try some friends and some new followers whose names keep popping up on my notifs but who I don't know very well yet! @daisymae-12 @cultofsappho @happiness-of-the-pursuit @tailsbeth @bitbybitwrites @zwiazdziarka @read-and-write- @tintagel-or-cockleshells @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04 @sparklepocalypse @seanchaidh7 @na-dineee NO PRESSURE! 😘

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #529

Otomedia + Spring 2017, Toshiharu Mizutani (Art Director) interview

Part 1.

-- Please tell us how do you feel about the work you've done, now that the anime has ended?

M: I felt that this one month passed so quickly. We had an art setting designer, Tamura Seiki-san, on the team, who worked before with Yamamoto Director on her other project. During the pre-production stage, he prepared the foundation, on which we could construct everything. I joined the team, after that foundation has already been partly there. But the pre-production, so the stage when you have to do a lot of research is the most fun. After the actual production had started, you have to do everything on schedule, but pre-production is the time, when you can get really excited, like: "I want to try to do this and this". But nowadays, I usually work on many projects at once, so I can't just take my time with preparations, as I used to do in the past.

-- You've joined the project in the middle [of pre-production], so I suppose the direction has already been decided to some degree?

M: Yes, and my team was following this direction. Normally, the role of the art director is to take part in the project from the scenario-writing stage and prepare image boards to create the world of the story - based on that more detailed art settings are created. This time, all of that was done by Tamura-san.

[Notes: I really need to finally make a nice list of all these translations, because I'm starting to lose track of what I have already translated and what not 😂 Unfortunately, right now I'm too busy with uni work do that rn😔... But in the near future!

In the meantime, another interview with the art director.

A piece of fandom history - very interesting thing about this magazine (published 2017/02) is that it contains a huge Yurio-centric article for 5 full pages, just about Yurio. Often, not even a whole show gets so many pages. This was one of the things, that made some parts of the fandom very angry, very early on (because Yuuri, the main character, never had this kind of feature about him only), and kind of made people start to notice that: "oh, they started to really promote Yurio, huh? Will the next season be about him...?". This was even before Mitsurou's biggest crime, her Welcome to the Madness manga, in addition to the Yuuri-less bonus to the last DVD.

((Just to be clear, I'm personally absolutely neutral - I like both Yurio and Yuuri&Victor together, and them separately, wouldn't mind second season about Yurio, don't mind that WttM was about Yurio etc. I simply find the history of YoI fascinating and I do think that from a perspective, it's kind of clear that the IP holders were trying to correct the direction this show went, but this attempt failed (almost empty screenings in 2019 etc.), and as a consequence, they've never made more YoI.))]

[presidenthades]

I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 1!

DO NOT read these commentaries until you have finished reading the entire Handbook! There are many spoilers in each commentary for future chapters

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

Chapter titles are named for Daemon’s very bad parenting advice if he were writing an actual handbook.

The rumors that Rhaenyra’s kids are bastards started from a combination of a) black hair and b) Harwin still being unusually close/romancing Rhaenyra even if he isn’t the bio father. But when Jace grew old enough to look like a mini Rhaenys, most reasonable people gave it up.

JOFFRIDA. I was considering the name Jocelyn at first, but I wanted to lean into Laenor naming his third kid after Joffrey Lonmouth. There’s no obvious feminine version of Joffrey, though. Then I decided Laenor seems like the type to tack on a feminine suffix and call it a day. 😂

Daemon is convinced Aemond is a prude. We know how that turns out in Chapter 9.

Aegon starts out a bit afraid of Rhaenyra. He shows more backbone later (especially Chapter 9) but I like to think he’s always going to be a bit afraid of her.

“Oh well, not Daemon’s problem.” (Re: Hightower boys and how they grow up) 😂😂😂

Joff’s curse tablets are inspired by the ancient Roman curse scrolls wherein people wrote things like “Livia has done me great wrong. O gods of the Underworld, make her go bald and die a painful death. If you do this, I’ll sacrifice five goats to you.” Why doesn’t she use a curse tablet again in the story? I’ll flesh it out elsewhere in the series, but TLDR magic has a price and Joff learns this very early in her life.

Vaemond’s funeral eulogy in this verse doesn’t go so hard on “our blood runs true” (he knows the girls are legitimate) but maybe he makes some quips about women and motherhood and sacrifice. Nothing overtly terrible but he’s thinking about the future of Driftmark, which is currently slated to pass to a girl after Laenor, when he thinks it would be best for Driftmark to stay within the male line. So he uses the eulogy to subtly push his agenda. I’m not going to go into more detail here because I might write out his actual eulogy one day, but that’s the gist.

Daemon shies away from comforting his daughters in this chapter. He eventually grows out of this in Chapter 7 (with Baela) and Chapter 11 (late night discussion with Rhaenyra).

Driftmark Lite! I decided not to have Aemond lose his eye at Luce’s hand for several reasons. First, I thought it would be tonally inappropriate; this fic strongly leans toward comedy, and the canon fight would have been too heavy. Second, a lot of this fic is me exploring what would be different if Rhaenyra’s kids were girls, and I thought this would definitely change.

In the GOT/HOTD universe, highborn girls are way less likely than boys to carry blades. Girls like Baela and Arya are rare exceptions. Girls like Sansa are much more the norm. If we’re going by traditional gender norms, girls are probably encouraged to talk their problems out rather than fight it out, as boys might.

So the fight doesn’t escalate as badly because Jace is trying to be peacemaker, and instead of bastard insults, Aemond uses the playground taunt of “you’re a bunch of wussy girls wah wah” (which only provokes Baela).

But the fight DOES escalate to a degree when Aemond specifically insults Luce about things she’s very sensitive about, i.e. her reading struggles and little phobias like rats. Luce retaliates by kneeing him in the groin, which is a move a girl is far more likely to use than a boy on another boy.

Later, Alicent freaks out a bit because she’s in “overprotective mother” mode but once she takes a breather, she realizes it isn’t that huge a deal and lets it go (but this is yet another reason she doesn’t really like Luce).

Daemon 100% got hit in the groin before, and no one can convince me otherwise. Who did it? Dunno. Are they still alive? Probably not.

Laenor’s mysterious death!!! Was it Joff? Did she use her curse tablet? Did she do it because she hates her name? We’ll have to find out when I eventually write her POV.

Chapter 2 commentary here

[nian-7]

Hello Happy New year i hope this year you will have alot of blessings health n love 🥳🥳

I found ur blog and saw Paradox live and Hypnosis mic together and u do match ups well I can’t help to ask then ,If i could maybe get a match up romantically and platonic for Paradox and Hypmic please if it’s ok for u🙏🏾😭

Sign is : Capricorn ♑️

Mbti : INFP (infj)

My personality : I m kind and easygoing person I love telling jokes and laughing & also sometimes very sarcastic People tell me often I m bubbly and very friendly 😂But tbh sometimes I can be rly awkward and clumsy/airhead 😬🫣

I am empathetic as a person I don’t really like being to much vulnerable infront of people. I am also very family and close friends person pretty much loyal to them. Sometimes i can be clingy like i need and love to give hugs or receive them 🤗

My love language would be quality time , physical touch, and giving gifts 🥰

Going to church Spending time with family /. Friends Drawing & chiling with friends watching Anime ,listening to music going to the movies , martial arts are my hobbies I also am a bit of a nerd��

My biggest fear: is to lose someone important to me ❤️‍🩹

My negative traits 🤔

- I can be very suspicious of someone (my sarcasm is like a defense mechanism i guess)😂

Sometimes I m to much on guard and don’t let someone easily approach me😂

- sometimes to Protective over those who I love🤦🏾‍♀️

Dislike :

- Hmm Injustice and rude people

This is me hope It will help and Thx for taking my request and being so nice to😭🌸🫶🏾

hello!! happy new year to you as well, i hope you enjoy your match up and have a great day!

I match you with... (platonically)

Allen Sugasano!

-You and Allen give me similar energy in a sense? It just makes me think that you two would get along well thinking about your personalities.

-He's a pretty friendly guy and even if you're on guard when he firsts meets you, he had no problem walking up to Kanata at first so I don't think it'd faze him too much.

-Doesn't really realize you're closed off honestly and doesn't try to pry too much at it since he doesn't realize. He will poke a little bit but will leave it alone if you tell him off.

-He just seems like a good friend for you since your personalities are similar in nature!

I match you with... (romantically)

Hokusai Masaki!

-I thought Hokusai would be a good match for you because he just simply enjoys spending lots of quality time with you. He doesn't mind if you want to show your love through physical touch or acts or service or whatever it might be. He'll know you love him either way.

-He likes that you're more of an easygoing person and honestly, he doesn't mind if you're clumsy or airheaded. He just looks at you with loving eyes because he loves you however clumsy you might be.

-Hokusai has similar dislikes compared to you and so he can sympathize and understand them easily. He'll also be protective over you no matter what you tell him!

I match you with... (platonically)

Gentaro Yumeno!

-If you're gullible, even better. I chose Gentaro just because I think he'd enjoy messing with you. Lightheartedly, of course.

-You both can be a bit nerdy together! Although his nerdiness might be more hidden and not as apparent, he still loves books and you both can nerd out about series you've both been enjoying. He doesn't mind listening to you talk about them.

-He also enjoys just spending quality time so it doesn't really matter if you both hang out and don't say a word. He'll still enjoy the time and just the fact that you're both able to hang out!

I match you with... (romantically)

Jyushi Aimono!

-I know these match ups might seem a bit random seeing as their personalities are all so different but I think you and Jyushi could nerd out together like Gentaro!

-He'd love to nerd out about v-kei to you and would love to listen to you nerd out about whatever you're interested in at the moment! Whether it be anime or a band!

-He's a really sweet guy and Jyushi would just enjoy every bit of attention and love you give him no matter what it is or how embarrassed he gets from it.

-Jyushi can be a little protective of you but it comes more from his insecurity that you could possibly leave him for someone better than him.

[danpuff-ao3]

Writ, @writcraft, a creator I've long admired! Writer of excellent stories, thinker of excellent thoughts, human of excellent taste! They've written some of my favorite fics, such as How We Were Warriors and The Beating of this Fragile Heart. Oh and not to forget A Lion's Heart! (Not me sneakily sneaking in extra recs for you all.) (As if this list isn't stupidly long to begin with hahaha.) In fairness, I did strive to choose works I think need more attention and hype! Ones I love dearly that I need others to chat with about! Plenty of people know the above fics...it's the below fics I need to scream about!

But before we get there...Well, Writ is more than just a fabulous writer. They've modded many a fest and event over the years. In fact, you can check out their Fanlore page for more information about those! Not to mention their fantastic meta works (which...oh heck I'm gonna add some of those to the list too.) The point is, they've been in fandom for a very long time, and they've done so much for fandom in that time. The community is so important to them, and it shows. They are so dedicated and supportive. Even now, they manage so much in spite of how busy real life has kept them! They still care so deeply and it shows.

Thanks for being here, Writ. Thank you for all that you do for fandom. And for being so kind to me (even if I'm chatting your ear off! 😂)

Fics

Broken Promises, Shattered Dreams

Harry/Severus. Harry/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 6,995. Angst. Pining. Post-breakup.

This fic practically lives in an open tab on my phone, so often do I reread it.

Also AO3 keeps telling me I left kudos here, which: rude. Let me leave more!!!!

Draco left Harry and regrets it bitterly. He wants him back, but Harry is now in a relationship with Severus. As much as he wants to, Harry will not be able to make both men happy and someone is going to get hurt.

Dressed for Dinner

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,772. Formal wear kink. First time. Established relationship. PWP. Romance.

I did not have a thing for men in tuxedos until now. Hubba hubba!

Harry has a thing for men in tuxedos. Severus finds out.

Dirge Without Music

Albus Severus/Draco. Harry/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 6,029. MCD. Suicide. Dub-con. Knifeplay. Alcholism. Angst. Dark.

Ouch. But also: wow.

Albus is happy because everything seems to be coming together. He is captain of the Quidditch team and his father is getting married again – then one night the bottom falls out of his world. Written for the NextGen Darkfest on Livejournal (2012)

Forget Me Not

Harry/Severus. Draco/Harry. Draco/Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 8,219. PTSD. Threesome. Hurt/comfort.

One cleans, one collects and the other just wants to forget. Somehow, it works.

In the Palm of His Hand

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,969. (Wow what a word count 😉) Hand & finger kink (don't we all?) Glove kink. Getting together. Hot as all hell.

Harry has a thing for Snape’s hands. Snape indulges him.

Independent Love Song

Ginny/Millicent. Rated: E. Words: 6,255. Getting together. Matchmaker Hermione. Coming out. Queer themes.

I'm in love with tailor!Millicent and this does not disappoint.

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

Life Has Just Begun

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 6,230. Older characters. Internalized homophobia. Coming out. Romance. Salt and Pepper Fest 2018.

Harry has been carrying the weight of his secret desires for a long time. Severus is there when he’s finally ready to talk.

Stone Butch Blues

Minerva/Wilhelmina. Rated: T. Words: 1,019. Genderfluid character. Gender identity.

Will reminisces with Minerva.

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling)

Harry/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 9,768. Age difference. Light bondage. Romance.

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man, in particular.

Treading Water

James/Sirius. Rated: M. Words: 1,200. Implied/referenced homophobia. Angst. Closeted character. Ambiguous/open ending.

I’m sorry, Sirius wants to say. I’m sorry that people in this stupid world made you think loving me could only ever be a joke.

Meta

Albus Dumbledore: a Man More Sinned Against Than Sinning?

Comparing and Contrasting Snarry vs Drarry

Canon Critique and Creator Responsibility in Fandom

Fandom Platform Migration: Fandom History and Why It Matters

Tags, Warnings and Freedom of Content: On Non-Con, Dub-Con and Consent

Why dark fanworks matter to me

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[city-tickles]

Follow up question to the "do you make your own videos" so since you get your videos from all over the internet, do you find a good video and save it to a file or something. Do you have different files for different categories like French tickling, foot tickling armpit tickle etc. Would you mind explain how you do all of that you do? Plz and thank you.

Hi!

Yes and no. I need to update my folders but I have some sorted by company or mainstream tk if I know it and others sorted by the date if I got a bunch in bulk if I lose track of it. F/M and M/M have their own folders too so I don’t lose track. But I don’t track spots.

If I remember the video well, I’ll know it’s a good armpit video or foot video. If I don’t, it’s trial and error. Or if I know a company specializes in something like Last Laugh does a lot of foot nibbling, I’ll look to them first if that was the request.

Also, I DO buy some videos too 😂

[photmath]

FMK

kylian

trent

jude

Ohhh my goodness you don't understand how much thought I put into this one!!! Was literally thinking about all the options and reasons of where to put each guy bc I love them all. BUT I concluded with:

F - kylian

M - trent

K - jude

And if you care or want to hear my explantions, here they are bc WOW was I thinking for whatever reason during my walk! 😂

Sooo, because I wouldn't mind marrying literally anyone of the three, here's how I narrowed the options down.

Not marrying Kylian: Quite frankly, if I had to watch Kylian with PSG for the rest of the season, I would hate my life LMFAO. I'd be so stressed and upset for him and the team. I'd definitely be hated by the French media and fans bc I would get caught liking something that is "possibly slandering" and I'm already a foreigner so it would be a whole big deal. He also *seems* like a very extroverted and party person that accompanying him to these events sounds so exhausting. I could be the partner that stays home blah blah blah, but personally I feel like I would HAVE to be at these events with him that I'd feel guilty staying home tbh. And then him wanting to travel somewhere so quickly, LOL, give me break please.

Not marrying Jude: OMFG BEING IN THE WAG BOX NEXT TO KROOS AND MODRIC'S WIVES??? Shoot me instead. Are you kidding, they are like gods! There's no way. And also the giant fact that I am Mexican and would be living in Spain. Love Judy Moody though. He *seems* like the perfect balance of wanting to go out and wanting to stay in and I love that, but goodness the Spanish would rip me apart and LOL idk if I'm strong enough for that. In a perfect world, totally, wag me up. But also could you imagine me liking a post on Instagram bantering Jude and the Spanish media actually lose it??? LMFAOOO

Marrying Trent: I love love love Liverpool. I love the team, I love the gloomy weather, love the architecture. I just love. Trent also *seems* more like an introverted and homey person and honestly that's my kind of guy. Szobo will probably steal him away from me though. 😂 I'd still like some bantering of him online and idk, for wtv reason the possibility of the backlash doesn't really bother me all that much for him. Gah, and those eyes?? There's no way I'm saying no.

[crimsonedquill]

Could you do a Imelda x Male MC (smutty) where before one of the timed races they make a bet and the MC lets her win and offers to buy her the newest broom but she wants something more from MC?

Consolation Prize (Imelda Reyes x m!MC)

Imelda ends up offering MC a special kind of consolation prize after he loses a time trial...

The amount of SMUT requests I'm getting all of a sudden – I guess I've tapped into a well of certain... cravings 😂

This took a bit longer than anticipated but I'm always happy to go the extra mile for my favourite Slytherin boss bitch 🖤

Content warning: NSFW (18+). For obvious reasons.

MC would have never described himself as a competitive person, if it hadn’t been for Imelda Reyes.

She’d smelled blood the moment he had first shown some interest in one of her time trials, and then she had him practically in her grasp before he even realised it. She was on him like a hawk, daring him to go higher and faster with every challenge, to provoke him just enough to keep drawing him back despite the demand of his studies. It didn’t take long for the other students to start commenting on how much time he spent outside of the castle, with Sebastian asking if he was going to make another blood sacrifice to Medusa every time he spotted him heading outside in his flying gear.

MC, for his part, didn’t mind the taunting. In fact, he’d come to rather enjoy flying with Imelda, particularly how she kept pushing him to seek out his limits and hone his craft. In her defence, he also quickly figured out that behind the snarky comments and cantankerous facade was a passionate girl simply yearning for an outlet, a suspicion she confirmed when she trusted him enough to open up about her dreams and aspirations. Their bond grew stronger and stronger as they kept challenging each other to be the best version of themselves, never passing up an opportunity for a competition.

That said, MC couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to what they both referred to as their simple friendship. He sensed it in the way she kept making seemingly offhand comments about his physique, or how her gaze always lingered just a little longer than necessary when he mounted his broom (though of course she kept insisting that she was merely assessing his technique). He wasn’t able to deny that her competitive spirit wasn’t at least a major turn-on either, though he couldn’t tell whether she was playing hard to get or simply looking to get a raise out of him – either way, he wasn’t going to risk his chances by suggesting something she obviously didn’t seem into half the time.

— — —

Imelda was already out doing practice laps by the time he came trudging up the Quidditch field, broom in hand. He took a moment to admire her flying as she soared around the pitch, her face holding an expression of complete concentration as the tails of her uniform fluttered behind her, like the wings of a large emerald bird. She caught sight of him and landed in the grass, stepping off as he walked up to her. “Hey, Imelda.”

“Took you long enough.” She turned to him with a big smirk on her face. “Got lost on your way here, as usual?”

MC shrugged. “Just figured I would give you the time to practice. I know you’re going to need it.”

His taunt drew a chuckle from her; he’d learned to speak her language a long time ago, to no insignificant expense of his own. “Let’s see if you fly as well as you talk. Nothing fancy today, just a single lap around the lake. Fastest one takes the win.”

“Sounds fine by me. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly finding himself with an idea. “Hey, I think I’m feeling lucky today. Care for a little wager?”

Imelda cocked her eyebrow in a way that made his heart involuntarily skip a beat. “Well, don’t you just know how to get a girl all excited? Spill it, flyer boy, what do you have in mind?”

“Right, here’s my thinking: if I win… you take me out on a date.”

“A date?”

“Only because I know it would be more of a humiliation to you than any other punishment I could come up with,” MC grinned. He knew he was betting big, essentially daring Imelda to admit to her interest, even though he was fairly confident she wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge. Sure enough, after a few seconds of contemplation, she nodded. “All right, not like you stand any chance to begin with. What’s in it for me though?”

“Well, I heard you’re in the market for a new broom. How’s that for a reward?”

“Piss off, ain’t no way you can afford that.”

MC shrugged. “I won’t need to.”

She gave him a funny look before smiling. “Fine then, you’re on. Just don’t come crying to me after I kick your arse.”

“I’d love to see you try.” MC gestured to the pitch. “Ladies first, then.”

Imelda wasted no time in mounting her broom and positioning herself at the start line. They exchanged one last look before MC drew his wand and fired off red sparks to mark the start of her lap. He kept a close eye on the time as she raced around the lake and stopped the counter as soon as he saw her arriving over the stands at the other side of the pitch.

“Three minutes and twelve seconds,” he said on her approach. “Not bad.”

“A slam dunk,” she smirked. “Are you honestly still even going to bother?”

“Hey, I’m not going to pass up on a free Butterbeer. Just watch me, I’ll even throw in a new record.”

She chuckled, automatically causing him to smile as well. He reckoned it’d be hard to convince any outsider that they weren’t absolutely flirting right now, even though he still wasn’t exactly sure where that left him.

MC mounted his broom and took off as soon as Imelda had given the signal. He did great on the initial stretch, blowing through the first couple of hoops with ease, so much so that his thoughts started to wander again by the time he reached the halfway mark. Considering he was very well in a position to win this thing, would a date really be the best way to win over Imelda? He supposed she would respect him for having beaten her in a fair fight, though it was hard to imagine the usually coolheaded Slytherin cherishing affectionate feelings for anything other than Quidditch – to not say anything of the fact that she probably wouldn’t open herself up to be vulnerable under any circumstances she didn’t control, like when they’d had the conversation about her family and flying ambitions. No, he sensed he was entirely betting on the wrong Hippogriff here.

He decided to slow down a little bit as he came up on the last bend, just enough to give Imelda the edge while also making sure to not arouse any suspicion. By the time he landed back on the pitch, he exerted himself to conjure up his best winner’s smile. “Well – how much time did I beat you by?”

“Bad news stud,” she said as she clearly made no effort to mask her glee, “three minutes and sixteen seconds.”

“Damn.” He slapped his broomstick in frustration. “Well, I better start saving, since it seems like I’m going to be in your debt for a while –”

“Mhm.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he certainly didn’t fail to notice the coy expression on her face, or the way she kept averting her gaze before finally looking back at him. “You know, since you’ve been a good sport and all – I suppose I could give you a consolation prize of sorts. A way for us to both get what we want.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just that –” She took a step towards him and flashed him a smile he had never quite seen before, “There’s something else I’ve been wanting to take a ride on.”

A silence fell between them.

“Oh. Right.”

“Yeah.”

“You mean –” He swallowed. “Right now?”

She shrugged. “I’m game. Unless you don’t feel up to it, of course –”

“Uh, no, I definitely do.” He stepped up to her. “I’d very much like to do this with you, Imelda.”

She smiled as she took his hand. “There’ll be plenty of time for smooth talk, pretty boy. Right now I’m just eager to get a piece of my prize. Let’s go.”

MC was practically floating the entire way to the changing rooms. Once inside, Imelda led him into a small office just off the Slytherin changing room, which he presumed to be the team captain’s quarters. He watched her seal the door with a locking charm before she pocketed her wand and slipped her robe off her shoulders, leaving her in her pullover and trousers as she turned around to him. “Are you going to just stand there?”

Following her lead, he cast a nervous glance at the canvas walls as he relieved himself of his flying gear. “Are you sure no one will be able to hear us?”

“Not here, no. Enchanted walls. All the adrenaline gets me horny as fuck after matches, so I need my space to unwind.”

His head started to spin merely at the thought of Imelda fresh off her victory, sitting here by herself all sweaty and gasping as she worked her dripping cunt to release. She seemed to notice the expression on his face as she strode towards him with a sway of her hips and grabbed the front of his pullover, running a finger down the fabric. “There’s a good bunch of things you might not know about me yet.”

His tongue clicked in his dry mouth. “Tell me more.”

“Hmmm, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” Lips grazed his lobe, passing along words that made him sway unsteadily on his feet: “I bet you’ve been wanting this for a long time, to fuck this nice, athletic pussy –”

His heart was pounding in his ears as she eagerly nuzzled his cheek, her lips finding his, conquering them with ease. He tasted the desire on her breath, leaving him throbbing hard against her palm. He felt her mouth settle into a wicked smile before she withdrew. “Not so fast, though. My prize, my terms. If you’re going to get in on this, you have to earn it, understand?”

He flashed her a smile. “Competitive even in bed, aren’t you?”

“You know me so well. Good, that’ll only help you.” She kissed him again before seizing him by the front of his pullover and practically flinging him across the room, landing him right on the chair in the corner. He was allowed barely a second to recover from his surprise before she was kneeling before him. He reached out to help her loosen the string of his trousers, but his hand was immediately met with a firm slap. “No touching. I want to see how long you manage before you’re begging to put your hands on me.”

At this point, he felt compelled to inform her that that would probably classify as cruel and unusual punishment, though no room was left for coherent thought as she pulled his bottom garments down to his ankles in one swift move. His cock instantly sprung to attention, a large drop of precum spilling from the swollen tip. He was proud to observe at least a glimpse of shock on her face before it settled into a grin, fingers stroking his thigh. “So this is what you’ve been hiding underneath all those clothes… colour me surprised. You’re packing a bloody nice tool, MC.”

Any words he might have wanted to utter in response were lost in a groan as he felt her fingers around him. Her face was frozen in concentration, tongue slightly peaking out of the corner of her mouth as if she were flying on her broom, chasing after a particularly elusive goal. She rubbed up and down a few times, smearing moisture along the length of his cock as she seemingly tried to get a sense of his girth.

“Hmmm yes,” she mused, “I’m going to have a lot of fun with this.”

Despite his best exertions, he failed to prevent a grunt from escaping. She brandished an evil grin as her hands rested at the base of him, feeling him pulse in her grasp. “You can have it, you know. My mouth on your cock. All I need to hear is a ‘pretty please’.”

Merlin, yes, he wanted to –

But he saw the trap for what it was and he knew he wouldn’t be doing himself any favours by being a pushover. So he persisted, bracing himself against the back of the chair as her expert hands worked his prick, using his own slick to coat him top to bottom. His breathing came in heavy and irregular intervals, bearing his desperation for relief, though fortunately it appeared that Imelda’s own impatience was catching up with her.

“Hmph, stubborn one, ain’t we?” she scoffed, using her thumb to spread out the blob of precum welling up from his slit all over his red head. “Fine, then. You’re lucky I’m dying to have a taste.”

He groaned as he felt her warm breath on his hardness, her tongue dragging along his entire length before she flicked at his tip, sending his mind spiralling into deeper depths of pleasure. “F-fuck, Mel…”

The corners of her mouth curled into a smile as she licked his head some more before finally closing her lips around him. His chest heaved as he saw – felt – her beginning to engulf his cock, dimpled cheeks swelling as her head bobbed up and down at a steady pace. She used her tongue to apply pressure on the sensitive spot at his base, chuckling as she felt him twitching in her mouth. He was so utterly mesmerised by the sight of it all that he had to marshal all his strength and willpower to keep himself from placing his hands on her temples and forcing her down until he was buried all deep and snugly inside her throat – but he only clenched his fists, his pride winning out on his lust for now.

He wondered if Imelda sensed his struggle, for she withdrew briefly to smirk at him, a thin strand of saliva briefly connecting her bottom lip to his tip before falling apart. “Still hanging in there, big boy? Good. I’m just getting started.”

Her promise left him bereaved of breath as she spat on his throbbing girth, using her fist to stroke him before gulping him down once more. He could tell her hunger was growing stronger, more insatiable. She seemed devilishly intent on having him teeter on the edge by the time she was done, swallowing him until he felt the walls of her throat constricting around his length. Lacking any measure to dictate the pleasure she was giving him, he at least decided to start thrusting his hips to assert a degree of control, eliciting a chuckle from her as her lips slid along his wet skin.

He wasn’t sure how much time he’d spent on the brink of orgasm until she came up for breath, using the back of her hand to wipe the mixture of her saliva and his juices from her chin. Her intent, however, became plain enough once she retreated to yank her trousers down her legs. “Right, then,” she growled. “Let’s not waste any more time. I’m eager to take a ride on that cock.”

MC wished for nothing else. He clumsily worked his pullover over his head, leaving him practically bare while he watched Imelda and idly stroked his hardness, priming it for her entry. Clad in nothing but her jumper and knee-high socks, he was utterly captivated by the sight of her toned legs, which she gracefully draped alongside his thighs as she climbed into his lap.

“You’ve been very quiet so far,” she observed as she seized his shoulders, thumbs slowly running over his skin.

“Just enjoying the show,” he uttered, which was not even a lie; he was just mildly worried he would be setting himself up for embarrassment the moment he allowed himself to indulge in any more pleasure than she was already giving him.

“Hmmm, good,” she hummed, her words cut short by a gasp as her heat met with his, her folds causing a delightful friction against his thickness. “Fuck, if only you knew how long I’ve been wanting this –”

The pride he felt at her reciprocation of his feelings lasted only mere seconds as she lifted herself on her knees, lining him up with her entrance. A moan fell from her lips as she sank down on him, nothing of what he had experienced so far quite comparing to the sensation of her walls swallowing him in.

“Shit, that’s too fucking good –” she gasped, using his shoulders as support as she began rolling her hips, settling into a nice pace that left MC gritting his teeth. He couldn’t agree more; she was way too bloody divine, the way her ass bounced into his lap as she cursed through parted lips, not merely engaging in some physical act but using him for her own pleasure. He was aching to touch her, to show her just how much he craved the feeling of her muscles under his fingertips, but he was determined not to lose – not this time.

Her smile was mischievous, cunning. “Still not giving in? Perhaps I need to give you more of a challenge.”

Away her jumper went, and just like that she was baring herself to him, perky breasts bouncing just a few inches away from his face, practically begging to be worshipped. He grunted in frustration. “Fuck, Mel, what are you doing to me…”

She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him closer as she rode him faster. “Tell me, big boy, tell me what I’m doing to you, tell me how much you want me…”

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long… I love how you push me, I love how you make everything a challenge, I love how you look at me like I’m a prize, ready to be fucked senseless when you’ve won me���”

Judging by the sounds she was making, he knew he was doing something right. A smile formed on his lips as he realised he had found one of her pressure points at last.

“You’re so fucking hot like that… I realised your little game right from the beginning… edging me on, getting me all hot and sweaty, just so you could have me… and here you are, riding my cock like a needy little slut…”

“Shit,” Imelda cursed, flushing crimson as she increased her pace even more, the feeling of her heat tightening around his length alerting him to her impending release, “keep going, you fucker, I’m almost there –”

MC smirked, lowering his voice to a husky whisper: “The truth is that I wanted you too, Mel. I knew I had to have you the moment I saw you riding that broom. I couldn’t think of anything but you on your knees, sliding your pretty lips on my prick…”

She let out a loud whine as she finally collapsed on top of him, forcing him to strain his hips as he felt her spilling all over his cock, her release dripping from her folds. He kissed her cheek as he gently kept fucking her through her orgasm, not quite wanting any of this to stop. In fact, knowing that he’d just singlehandedly carried her to her climax with just words alone finally pushed him over the edge. He was going to claim what he was owed.

Snaking his hands around to her ass, he lifted her and carried her over to the desk, drawing a surprised gasp from her. “Hey, what do you think you’re –”

But any protest was knocked off her lips as he laid her down on the wooden surface and pushed back into her tightness, his pelvis meeting her butt in a wet slap. Any rules that might have applied were thrown out the window as he began to properly fuck her at last, holding her hips as he practically smashed her onto his cock. He had a front-row seat to Imelda’s complete unravelling as she unleashed the full range of her vocabulary on him, moaning and whining until she was only babbling nonsense, relishing the utter depravity of their fucking.

MC could watch her tits bounce and her cunt greedily clenching down on him for hours, but Imelda’s release had done a good number on his stamina, and he could feel his own orgasm quickly approaching. Wanting to at least drive her into one more high before he finished, he brought one hand down to where his cock was buried in her folds and began strumming the little bundle of nerves, delighted as he sensed just how close she was. The sight of her body shaking and contorting as she crashed into her climax crumbled the last of his defences and he came with a loud moan, quickly pulling out and stroking himself until every last drop of his spend lay gleaming on her stomach.

He took a step back as Imelda propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at him with a smirk. “Well, that got me good.”

“I’ll say.” MC offered her his hand and helped her up from the desk. “So… I think we can safely say who won this round, right?”

“Right. I told you you couldn’t handle it.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who came twice!”

“But that wasn’t the rule, was it?” She chuckled as she bent down to pick up her clothing. “Just admit that I’m clearly better than you.”

MC rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine. You’re intolerable.”

“Now now, don’t be a sore loser, pretty boy.” She caught his lips with her own as she walked towards the shower, the light catching her delightfully fit – and bare – figure. “I’m sure you’ll do great at the rematch.”

Merlin, he couldn’t wait.

[silviakundera]

yay I'm thankful I've been waiting for your reply parallel world and spire realm were not even on my radar censorship is so ???? it runs the gamut from queerness to mystical fantasy and also I gotta laugh because you're telling me all the popular dramas I listed I've been seeing floating around in the past few months none of them have ride or die ships? why? I've seen them raved about so much I was looking forward to some of them but better to know than be disappointed.

hey nonny, sorry I misunderstood your ask b4! I thought the dramas you listed was stuff you already tried and didn't like.

Shen Li you might enjoy! It's one of the sub-classes of xanxia where the otp don't betray each other (there's no misunderstanding or forced scenario that creates a legit grudge between them ). This couple got my heart pumping. She's a general who sees the bigger picture and is honor bound to save the realm #1. He's given his existence to the realm for centuries and is ready to give it all up for loooooovvveeeee. How will this xanxia couple find a happy ending??? 🤔🤔 (don't worry, they do)

In Blossom maybe? I liked it but it never made me lose mind, though I'm a fan of at least 4 tropes it featured. Perhaps because FL is a weaker actress than the ML actor. IMO that can impact how much you can "feel" the passion coming from her vs ML. It's not the writer's fault but I kept wondering when she was gonna fall in love w him and then I was like, lol oops she already canonically did. i just didn't notice. 😂😭

I do still maintain my rec for Parallel World as a ride or die battle couple.

Check out this vid from irid - chemistry and devotion ❤ but gotta click to turn on the CC subs.

Also check out these fantastic vids for The Spirealm:

"If it were you, would you choose the real but scary world or a virtual but safe world?"

"I'll choose wherever you are."

Couple vid by Mrselipse555, hard coded subs

one more focused on Ruan Nanzhu's emotional arc by Christine M. A powerful vid but spoilery. Click to turn on the CC subs.

Requisite warning for The Spirealm - is there a happy ending? this is completely subjective, based on a) the viewer's interpretation of the drama [there are multiple valid reads] and b) how much you can vibe with the common magical-thinking xanxia HE, with final minutes reunions that make no logical sense (I've grown comfortable with this style of ending, as to me it's become a staple cdrama trope - fate rewarded the couple for their sacrifices; now inexplicably the beloved can be resurrected, though the narrative had previously declared this impossible.)