#also that texture on top makes it look so good damn

[sysig]

VUXisms (Patreon)

[lycandrophile]

it's silly but the biggest reason why im not into t yet is bc im so afraid of losing my hair. do you have any solutions/tips for it?

first of all, i don’t think it’s silly — it’s natural to be worried when hair loss is talked about by so many people as like…one of the worst results of aging for men. listening to my dad talk about how much he hates balding definitely did not make me feel particularly good about the knowledge that i may very well be joining him someday. i’m not saying the fear is right, because i don’t think hair loss is something awful that we should avoid at all costs, but it’s an understandable fear given the beauty standards we’re working with, and it’s one that a lot of us (myself included) feel.

one thing that’s helped me is just…paying more attention to the guys that i interact with on a daily basis. i’ve learned two things from it: 1) hair loss is super fucking common. i’d say it’s much harder to find an adult man who isn’t balding at all than it is to find one who’s completely bald. and 2) if you forget everything you’ve been told about how bad hair loss is, you’ll realize that quite frankly, every single one of those guys looks totally fucking fine. it doesn’t ruin their appearance and make them ugly, it looks totally natural and isn’t really even something you’d notice if you weren’t looking for it. we put so much weight on it but it’s really just not that big of a deal. i’ll hear my parents talk shit about men in my family who are losing their hair when i didn’t even notice a difference last time i saw them. it’s one of those things (like so many other appearance-related things) that you really only notice at all because you’ve been taught that you’re supposed to care about it.

this isn’t something i’ve done personally, but if you really want to desensitize yourself to the idea of it, embrace the time-honored queer tradition of just shaving your whole damn head! find out what you’d look like without hair, find out how you feel about it and what you can do that makes you feel good about your appearance without hair, test the waters while it’s still a temporary change and not something permanent. that way, it won’t feel like this big scary unknown, and you’ll actually have a frame of reference for your feelings about how you look without hair rather than accepting the societal assumption that you’ll inevitably hate it. if you don’t want to actually shave your head, you could also just fuck around with bald filters or photoshop and see what happens.

oh, and if you’re attracted to men, keep an eye out for guys who are bald or balding and also hot as fuck. in my experience, there’s no insecurity or potential future insecurity that being gay for other men hasn’t helped me with. just off the top of my head, i can think of a couple actors who i think are absolutely fucking gorgeous who have helped me get over my fears about losing my hair. despite what our anti-aging-obsessed world might want you to think, there is no such thing as a physical feature that automatically makes someone less attractive, and while making attractiveness less of a priority in your life is good, it can’t hurt to also give yourself some proof that actually, you might lose your hair and look hot as hell doing it.

basically, entertain the possibility that it won’t be a bad thing at all! whether that’s just because it turns out to be a neutral thing for you or because you end up actually liking it, it’s not an inherently bad thing. i’ve ended up liking a lot of things that were “supposed to” be bad effects of t — i love the weight i’ve gained and the new shape it gives my body, i get a lot of gender euphoria from the fact that my acne is now on parts of my face that i saw a lot of guys in high school get it and i’m not complaining about the scars i get from it either because i’ve always liked the added texture that acne scars give my skin, and so on. i think there’s a lot of joy to be had in the changes we’re taught to fear, once we look past that conditioning and actually explore how we feel about it.

but if it’s something you really don’t want and you just want to improve your chances of not having to deal with it, it’s not like there’s nothing you can do! products like finasteride (oral) and minoxidil (usually topical but i think there might also be oral versions) are pretty commonly used among trans guys, for the purpose of avoiding hair loss and for other reasons, and there are plenty of other anti-hair loss products out there (though i don’t know how effective any one of them might be). if it’s a big enough deal for you, you can just decide that you’ll go off of t if/when you start noticing signs of it, since no longer having higher t levels would stop the process in its tracks. and if you don’t find prevention options that work for you so it ends up happening, you can always explore different hair styles (judging by the pattern of hair loss i see in my family, i suspect that keeping my hair long would make it less obvious if i started losing mine), find your preferred method of covering it when you don’t feel good about it (personally i love a good beanie generally and would probably wear them a lot more if i didn’t have hair to worry about because my main complaint is the way they press my hair onto my neck), or just shave it all off if you don’t like the look of the partial balding but don’t mind a shaved head. the point being — you have options!

at the end of the day, whether you go on t or not, you’re going to see your body change as you age in ways that aren’t always going to be attractive to others or aesthetically pleasing to you. that’s just the reality of having a body. even if you never went on t, you’d get older and you might see your hair thin out even if you don’t bald, you’ll see your skin start to wrinkle and sag in places that used to be smooth, your metabolism might slow or your body fat might start to gather in new places; hell, you might lose your hair for a totally different reason and end up in the same place but without the benefits of having been on t that whole time. life is full of bodily changes like that. transphobes will fearmonger about the permanent changes of testosterone all day long but the truth is, there is no escaping permanent bodily changes. whether or not you go on t, your body now isn’t the same as it will be in 1 or 5 or 10 or 20 or 50 years, just like it isn’t the same as it was at any point in your life before now. our bodies are never supposed to stop growing and aging and changing throughout our lives. there’s no guaranteeing that we’ll love every single change our bodies go through, but that’s okay! there are so many things in life that are more important than the way our bodies look. even if you go on t and lose your hair and don’t like how it looks, your life won’t be ruined; plenty of other things will bring you joy and more than make up for the insecurities.

just think about the gender euphoria and relief from dysphoria that t could give you. would losing your hair be bad enough to outweigh all of that? or is it just the pressure of a society that decided balding is bad that’s making you fear one single change despite how much joy you could have if you let that fear go? only you can decide if going on t is worth the potential downsides for you, but i suspect that for most of us, the benefits of going on t far outweigh the possibility of side effects like hair loss happening down the line.

[denwritesandcries]

Hug me Tighter – S.C

Pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: You’re only trying to make your girlfriend take a nap with you, the fact that it’s in a hospital bed after one of the worst nights of your lives doesn't really matter.

Word count: 1,8k.

Content: post-scream VI, cursing, tooth-pudding fluff, mentions of violence, cuddling, pet names, long dialogues, REALLY soft gfs.

Note: Damn, this might be the sweetest and cheesy thing I’ve ever written. Could also be an AU, since Anika is alive, or just Scream, if they could actually be happy.

English is not my first language.

You realized that you were waking up at a terribly slow pace, as if everything was suddenly in slow motion and even the smallest movement took hours to run and every second was longer than the previous one. Your body feels heavy and comfortably warm, resting on perhaps the best bed in which you've ever slept. You blinked slowly, failing to keep your eyes open, every movement of your eyelids almost making you fall into unconsciousness again.

Your body shudders with the feeling of a long yawn crossing you and you turn your head to bury your face back in the location and go to sleep again, only to be surprised when you come across hot skin instead of what your brain thought was a really soft pillow. It is only then that you register a movement against your back, light and constant, almost as smooth as your own sleepy state, climbing and descending your spine and enveloping you even more in this security bubble almost supernaturally.

Another weight lies between your neck and your head, right at the point of your wrist and there's another heavier resting on the top of your head, although you're sure of the mess your hair should be right now. Your hands grope and instinctively grab a handful of familiar fabric beneath you, feeling the texture of a sweater you knew very well.

“Sam,” your hoarse voice breaks the silence.

You were tempted to let the darkness and the inviting fog of sleep consume you again as you relaxed and held another yawn, but your resting place vibrated with a low laugh.

“‘M sorry, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Nah,” you denied with a satisfied sigh, sinking against her body.

The chin on your head pulled away and the hand on your back stopped and you immediately missed the contact, finally opening your eyes and lifting your head to protest.

“You're feeling better?”

Sam's question catches you off guard and you pause, staring into your girlfriend's soft brown eyes and raised eyebrow with confusion. Frowning, you finally decide to take a look at the place you are in and come across a messy white room with machines nearby. A hospital room.

The events of the last few hours come back to you in a quick, jumbled flash. The confrontation with the Ghostfaces, the deaths, the police, the ambulance... and the surgery, because of course in addition to all the terror and threats of the last few days you also ended up being stabbed.

Well, that explains why you feel so sluggish then. You're high on drugs. That is, if the IV prick in your arm is any indication.

The hand on the back of your neck moves up towards your face, fingers tracing the contour of your chin and jaw, thumb rubbing soft circles on your cheek, your body relaxes and you lean into her touch, sighing all too contentedly at the affection. The memory of waking up a lot more groggy before and convincing Sam to lay down too when you found her sitting next to the hospital bed holding your hand tightly slowly returning to your hazy mind. She was a little hesitant at first, but it wasn't that difficult to convince her to hold you with the excuse that it would only be for a few minutes. You bet it must have been a few hours already.

“Hm,” you murmured absently, stretching against her, “I’m definitely feeling much better now.”

��That's good,” your girlfriend huffed softly, “I can't feel my legs in this position anymore.”

That caught your attention.

“Am I too heavy?” You ask, lifting your head to examine her for any bruises from the previous fight, “I can move if it’s hurting you.”

“No,” She squeezes you tighter quickly, “I’m good here.”

Sam's own eyes were half-lidded, almost closing over the last few minutes you were asleep, but she refused to give in to the urge to doze off too. It would have been such a waste when she could just hug you and breathe properly for the first time since the last few hellish weeks you've all had.

The TV on the wall had long since been muted, with the image of some random animal documentary flickering in the background. Sam's head rested against the pillows and your body lay happily spread over hers – and she looked perfectly satisfied for someone who had complained and complained about your puppy dog ​​eyes before.

Somewhere between convincing Sam to lie down and pretending to pay attention to the screen, you ended up falling asleep, one of your arms hanging lazily over the side of the bed. Sam realized this instantly, feeling your weight finally relax on her. It made her relax too. Not completely. Sam was never completely relaxed, no matter how tired she was, not anymore, especially not after a night like that. But she managed to feel good enough to enjoy the moment.

The environment was as welcoming as any hospital could be, but her embrace brought a sense of security that lulled you perfectly to sleep and the knowledge that everyone was okay and in the next room allowed Sam to let her guard down. Yet falling asleep and losing that, the feeling that nothing could happen as long as she held you tight and ran her fingers over your warm skin, seeing and hearing every sleepy sound and movement you made – from a tired sigh as you fit, to one of your hands founding the collar of her sweater and grabbing it, holding her close – it would be a waste.

“You sure?” You hesitate, searching her eyes for any hint of hidden discomfort.

Sam sighs, nodding: “You wouldn’t believe how comfortable I am right now.”

“Okay then,” you rest your ear on her chest, feeling her head nod and her heart bumping, still a little high. A yawn crosses your lips, “But let me know if you need me to move.”

She hums in response and you fall into a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of machines running and your soft breaths in the same rhythm left you trying your hardest not to fall asleep again until you felt your girlfriend's chest vibrate beneath you again in a barely contained laugh.

“You’re cute when you’re tired.”

“Huh?” you muttered, lifting your drooping head and finally refocusing your vision on her.

“I should probably get up now, let you get some rest.” Sam said, reluctantly removing her arms from you so she could move away.

You shook your head, grabbing one of her hands and letting them fall to the side of the bed, swinging freely in the air.

“No, I’m good here.” You echoed, denying nonchalantly. You let your head find a place on her neck, making her lie back against the pillows.

Sam sighed against you slowly, much more out of satisfaction – and relief – than annoyance at your insistence, returning to the task of running her fingers down your back until you spoke again.

“Where’s Tara?” You ask, voice muffled by the face buried in her neck, “And the twins?”

“They're watching Anika.” She responds and you get alarmed, before Sam reassures you, “She's gonna be alright, she just needs to stay in the hospital for a while longer. And also a lot of rest. Like you, by the way.”

“I am resting.”

If Sam hadn't been fighting sleep for over an hour now, she would have a wide, stupid grin plastered on her face at the sound of your indignant mumble. Since that wasn't the case, she contented herself with a small smile.

“Whatever you say, amor.”

She surrenders, completely this time, without any more false attempts to leave. Sam felt as if you were the one rocking her and not the other way around, as if nothing else could touch her, even for a little while. There were no worries about horrible jobs, breakdowns in therapy, pressure with college exams and much less paranoia about the existence of cinematic serial killers. Nothing else could exist in your – literal – white room. Just the two of you in that small bed.

Each synchronized breath of your chest next to hers pressed her own ribs, the delicate breath sending delicious shivers down her spine and making her completely aware of how close your bodies were and shocking her at how it still didn't feel close enough.

“I love you,” she says. Rasped, you barely hear it. “I love you so freaking much that sometimes I just want to drown into your chest and curl up between your ribs, with your heart.” She takes a breath, then pauses, hesitantly: “...Is that too weird?”

“...Well,” you gasp, heart completely racing against your ears, “No weirder than what we already go through on a daily basis, I guess.”

Sam groaned at your response, feeling like a lovesick teenager in one of the movies Tara and Mindy love to make fun of. Rambling poetically about her passion.

But, screw it, that's exactly what she is, right? Sam thought. Let her have it. She deserves it.

(Her therapist would definitely pat her on the back for that thought.)

Unlike what Sam thought she should feel with the realization of that thought, her heart didn't skip a beat uncomfortably, her hands didn't get sweaty and cold with the doubt of how to deal with this. It kept pounding in that same slow, steady, familiar rhythm, with one of the most precious and loved people of her life completely aware of how she felt.

“I feel like drowning into your chest all the time too.”

Her favorite place in the world was anywhere you were together and it was physically impossible to be closer than that at the moment, although she wouldn't give up trying.

It was pure and simple happiness. Warmth and security that captured her stomach and left it churning with what felt like a million bubbles popping simultaneously.

When you first came to her life and Sam realized being falling for you, she thought her love would swallow her. That it would be something she would keep to herself until it exploded. You seemed to have made it your mission to prove her otherwise.

“I didn’t say ‘all the time’ tho.”

Here you were, together and fine.

“Oh, shut up.”

Your grip on Sam's hand tightened in very bad feigned irritation and when you rose quickly to give her a kiss, your girlfriend burst into laughter and your lips hit her strong jaw instead.

“That tickles, baby.”

“I was shooting for your lips, but you moved.” You simply shrugged, leaning into her again and this time she met you on the way, a stupid smile growing between you and breaking the kiss too soon. You lay back down and Sam took a long breath, leaving one last kiss on your forehead.

This time, when her head feels heavy and droops from sleep, Sam does nothing to stop it, letting the feeling finally consume her.

Nothing, not even in her most vivid fantasies, had ever been so perfect.

And if by chance Tara ends up sending Sam a photo of the two of you napping the next day when everyone is getting ready to go home and it becomes the new wallpaper on her phone, well… that's nobody's business.

[fetishccinealfredo]

Hello again :D

It's the barbatos simp again. Hope you don't mind me asking... but what do you think about fucking the obey me cast in a their demon/angel/Idk I know what Solomon would look like, but it would be something weird because of the food he eats, I mean, you are what you eat.

I really don't doubt that everyone is some type of eldrych horror. I mean, they have to. If it's common sense that Levi has two dicks, then everyone should have something packing under there.

(If possible, gender neutral pls and sub mc?)

Thanks for the attention <333

Hello again! ^-^

Hmmm... true forms, huh? I'll admit it; I've never thought of it before!

Also, how Solomon eats his own food and survives for literal centuries-- I have no clue. 🤷

I'm going to guess these are more headcanons then individual fics, but I'll make 'em as best as I can!

i'm not that much of a monsterfucker like this, so i apologize if it's bad;;

// note: there is a joke at that talks about Lesson 16! So, spoiler ahead! //

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So, we all know Lucifer's clearly got some kind of thing for intimidation. He likes to be seen as scary or big in some way. And that's exactly how he makes you feel. He wants to make your heart race and legs shake. Dominant and not afraid to show it, tying you up and being more brutal with his "punishments" (if you're into that). Lucifer shows his fangs when he grins, and his growls sound not human as he pounds into you. He will leave you gasping and marked from head to toe, and feels no shame. His penis is not human either in this form, it is a little bigger and has a little more girth and texture, with a blueish tint near the top.

Mammon is surprisingly more passionate, and more bold with his actions. One of his favorite things is holding your head still as he fucks your throat. But oh, don't worry, he didn't forget about you. His greed makes him want to make you cum the most, wanting all your lust to himself and himself alone. He will get you off and make out with you, and won't stop until you cum as much as he wants. His penis has a more ridged texture and gold streaks through it, like a tattoo.

Leviathan gets possessive of you, and is determined to make you feel the best to squelch his jealousy. He has two penises, and puts them to pretty damn good use. He can get more intense, fucking you at a surprising pace. You are his, and he will let the whole world know that.

Satan uses his anger to create a sense of dominating that like Lucifer, would get your heart racing. He will press you against the wall, growling loudly as he fucks you, his claws lightly digging into your skin as he holds your hips. If you're into it, he's not opposed to leaving claw marks and bites on your skin in the slightest. His penis is bigger, and has a texture underneath, and is tinted grin at the top.

Asmodeus, being the Avatar of Lust, will fuck you relentlessly in either form. But in his demon form, more magical sensations are used, and his orgasms are stronger, because he feels your lust too. You orgasm physically, but also through your soul. His penis is about the same size, but has more girth. His tip almost forms a heart, and is tinted pink.

Beelzebub is the most gentle out of his brothers, focusing on your pleasure and making sure you enjoy yourself. His sin makes him more desperate for you, grinding against you and making out with you as his pins you gently to the bed. He fucks you passionately, growling between moans. His penis is three inches bigger than normal, and has stripes throughout.

Belphegor, like Levi, and gets possessive of you. He can choke you again if you wanted him to, and will edge you, just to get your reaction. He likes to be the one to draw those kinds of reactions out of you.

Solomon, while he doesn't have a true form, would use magic to overstimulate you in the best ways, making you cum over and over again as well as himself. The magical sensations are electrifying, tingling the inside of your body.

Simeon, in his true angelic form, has more than one penis (and many pairs of eyes). His wings are huge, and so is something else downstairs. If he were to have sex with you, he would shroud you and himself in his wings, and make passionate love to you (and pray for forgiveness afterwards).

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I hope I did this okay!

[star-suh]

The Substitute

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, college au, blowjob, protected sex, cum eating, ass stuffing (?), also let's just say johnny has hyperspermia in this fic.

an: this was 1 of 2 ideas from @ldrei so wait for the other one 😈 (it's a different fic, not a continuation)

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yn's math teacher was sick and he was kinda happy because that means that there will not be math classes in the next few weeks... or well that's what he thought..

“hello class, the name's johnny suh i'm your new substitute math teacher for now. i hope we can get along well these weeks” he smiled.

“god can you please close that mouth, drool is spilling all over the desk” haechan joked watching how yn was already head over heels for the new teacher “man he's so fine” yn faked a moan, that the teacher noticed, “with a teacher like this i will come to math classes every day” added yn.

classes passed and johnny always noticed y/n's stares at his pants, more exactly his crotch area. currently everyone was in an exam, yn raised his hand to ask the teacher something that he didn't understand, "teacher i don't understand the fifth point, can you help me please?", "i’d be happy to yn" both of johnny's hands were positioned on the student's shoulder, his breathing and whispers echoing in his head while his citrus cologne made yn feel dizzy. johnny laughed mentally seeing how easy yn was to be tamed.

class is over, everyone was packing up to go home, "mr. ln yn i need you to stay to talk to you about the exam" suddenly johnny announced making the boy stay still in shock, was he caught cheating? “i'm invited to your funeral, right?” jokes haechan, running quickly towards the door to avoid being beaten by yn.

“please i won't do it again but don't make me fail this exam, i beg” yn pleaded he was about to kneel when johnny says “what are you talking about?”... yn zoned out for some seconds looking at the floor “umm didn't you caught me cheating on the exam?” he explained, johnny was surprised "in fact i was going to congratulate you because you were the only one who passed it but.. now i know why...".

yn wanted the earth to swallow him and spit him god knows where, he just screwed everything up "however i could pretend not to hear that" johnny slowly walked around the desk sitting in front of yn "why don't we take advantage of the fact that you're already kneeling?" yn's eyes widened and fell directly to johnny's crotch, he had it there in front of him in all its glory. without thinking twice, yn smashed his nose and mouth against the teacher's crotch and began to smell and grope it like he was in heat.

time passed and yn was so happy slurping and tasting that amazing cock, it was so big and thick that almost didn't fit in his mouth “don't worry if you can't take it all, i know another hole that could” he winked at the student who felt embarrassed, a blushing appearing in his cheeks and the back of his neck.

thankfully the college was empty by now, except for some guards but they were usually at the entrance so yn wouldn't have to worry about hiding his moans, johnny's cock was very big and yn's tight hole was struggling to take it all in, the stretching was painful but pleasurable thanks to the textured condom and the lube. “how does it feel, cheater boy hmm?” johnny murmured while kissing the neck and the back of the other, “so fucking good mr. suh.. i should come to class with you every day”, “haha yeah you should” the other added while exploring yn's body with his hands, groping his chest, his torso and finally his dick “damn you're leaking like a faucet” the teacher used that pre-cum as a lotion to masturbate yn.

johnny thrusts started to get sloppy, he hadn't masturbated in weeks so his balls were full of cum, his heavy balls slapping against yn's ass waiting to be emptied. yn moaned while cumming on the other's hand “clean it for me please” johnny grunted leaving his hand in front of yn's face so he could lick the cum. johnny came inside the condom but still inside yn, his cock throbbing while splurting lots of thick warm cum inflating the condom in the process.

johnny rode his high with a few last thrusts, He tried to take out his cock but he had cum so much, the condom was full of semen and it looked like a plug. johnny only took out his cock, leaving the condom inside and tying it to prevent the content from spilling out. "i'll leave that there for you to have fun later," "thank you, dear professor”. yn went home with the condom full of semen still inside him "shit, it feels so nice”.

in the next classes they kept fucking after everyone was gone, they were so hungry for each other that they would see each otherr outside university to satisfy their carnal desires. even after the math teacher returned, yn and johnny continued their affair with the excuse that the student needed extra classes and who better than the teacher johnny to do that.

[kteezy997]

Daddy's Boy-Part Eight

warnings: smut, brief handjob, unprotected sex, needy sex, dirty talk, cursing, reader getting overheated during sex, tit sucking

You were placed down onto the plush cushion of the expensive couch; Timmy was on top of you. His lips brushed over yours, needy and fiery. You wanted to be sure that this was real, and not another dream. You touched him all over, feeling his back, his shoulders, his arms, and weaving your fingers into his hair. You knew the texture of his curls well.

Softly, he would push his hips against you, between your legs where he nestled himself. He kneaded your hips and the outside of your thighs. He moaned into the crook of your neck. He kissed your collarbone and left little pecks across your chest. You uttered out a soft moan. You felt him smile against your skin.

"I'm sorry to just drop by like this..." you said with Timmy sucking on your neck, "I just wanted to be with you. I need you. I don't care about anything else right now."

"No," he answered, "don't be sorry. I'm so fucking happy you're here." He took ahold of your jaw, kissing you with a hunger you had never known before. "I need you too." he said in a breathy whisper.

You felt him rubbing himself against you. It was like he was fucking you already. He moved his hips desperately, as if you weren't burdened by clothing.

"We need these off." he declared, unbuttoning your pants, hurriedly.

You took it upon yourself to help him take his jacket off in between him pulling your pants off each of your legs. You tossed his jacket aside, then made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. You put your hands on his bare abdomen, and Timmy freed himself from the shirt sleeves.

His skin was as soft as it ever was, but he was a little thicker now, and more muscular. It had been over three years since you'd been intimate with him, and he was bound to change as he got older. He'd also filmed Dune: Part Two, which required a lot of strength and athleticism on his part. He looked incredible. Looking at his body made your mouth water.

You heard his shirt hit the floor, and his lips were on you again. He ran his hands down your body, skimming over your legs. He parted your thighs, and you shuddered as you heard his fly open. He shifted a tiny bit, to push his pants down further. You looked down and saw him. His cock was hard, and you so badly wanted it inside of you.

You caught his cock in your grasp, Timmy moaned softly. He looked into your eyes; his curls tried hiding his own. You pumped his length for a few seconds, making him say, "Yeah just like that, baby." under his breath. You removed your hand only to moisten it with your tongue. You grabbed his cock again, but this time giving it a gentle tug, enough to pull Timmy on top of you.

He chuckled, "Damn, you're as desperate as I am." He leaned down to kiss you again, letting his cock rest between your folds. In a devilish attempt to tease you, he rocked his hips, making his tip glide of your clit. He moaned in your mouth as your body tensed against him. He knew what he was doing.

You took a hold of his hair, pulling and making him groan in pain, but pleasure took over as his cock entered you. You moaned together in unison. He slid in slowly, sinking all the way to his balls, deep inside you. You loved feeling so full. You imprisoned him, tucking your legs around his waist.

Timmy hissed between his teeth as he felt your walls clenching him. Sinful wet sounds filled the air. You put your arms around his neck. The two of made out, moaning like animals in heat.

His thighs slapped against you, and he held your arms down to fuck you hard. The pleasure was overwhelming, you were hot and couldn’t catch your breath.

“Timmy, stop, please stop for second.”

He stilled himself, looking in your eyes, “Do you need me to pull out? Are you okay?” he petted your hair.

“No, no. Keep it in. Feels good. I just need a minute to breathe.”

“Okay.” he whispered, keeping still, not getting too close so you could get air. He gently pushed your hair out of your face, brushing it away.

You inhaled, filling your lungs with air and regaining your breath. “Okay. I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” Timmy asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You grabbed his face, kissing him hard.

……..

His noises were intoxicating to you. You nearly came by just watching him hold you down and buck into you. His chest and ab muscles flexing as his cock pumped in and out. He looked down between you, moaning, “Ughh-ha.”

You felt his cock leave your pussy, you moaned in anticipation of its return.

He watched his cock plop onto your folds, like he was amazed, "Fuck, you're so wet, you turn me on so much."

You pulled him by the waist, forcing his cock back in you.

Timmy was in sync with you, moving his hips as soon as he was in your pussy again. He bit his lip, "I've been thinking about you a lot." he whispered, hovering just above your face.

You caressed his face with your hand. You were ready to admit everything, “Me too. I had a dream about you the night you stayed over."

His eyes widened, "Really? You should have told me." He paused, now it was him caressing your cheek, "I would have made it come true." he shook his head, softly thrusting his cock in and out, "Fuck, I should have just gone to your room."

You placed your hands on his ass, "Yes." then you pushed him deeper inside your pussy, grunting, you added, "Maybe you should have."

He made an animalistic noise, his entire face scrunched up intensely. He understood what you needed in that moment, and he thrusted faster and harder, holding you tighter.

"Oh my- Yes! Yes! Timmy...fuck." you cried, running our hands through his hair, feeling the dampness on his scalp as he had been coated in sweat.

"Fuck." he breathed out, not stopping, but he pulled your shirt up over your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, as you were just relaxing at home before this. You felt the cool air on your breasts, your nipples got hard instantly. He leaned down, taking a tit in his mouth as if you had milk in there and he was dying of thirst.

"Ahhh." you moaned. You muttered his name over and over.

Timmy held your breasts in his hands, sucking each one, licking around the bud, flicking his tongue over your nipples, making you writhe with pleasure, and buck your own hips against him.

You took the Lord's name in vain once more, and added, "I'm gonna come." you were panting like a whore.

Timmy moved back kneeling and sitting back on his knees, know he could still see your face, but also watch his cock wreck your pussy. He was hot, sweaty, he winced, "I think about this every night. I've fucking missed this. Come for me, love."

With a loud moan, you whined, "I wanna come on your cock, Timmy!” and your body convulsed, you felt your cum spirting out on his cock, probably getting everywhere, but you were too in a daze to notice.

Timmy let out a deep, guttural moan, pulled his cock out, dripping in your arousal and cum mixed together. With just a couple of pumps of his hand, ropes of his sperm were sprayed onto your stomach, creating several puddles. He leaned against the back of the couch draining his cock of every drop, slowly jerking it.

You both stayed in place, catching your breaths.

Timmy got on top of you, obviously not caring about the cum he was smearing between your bodies. "I'll make love to you in bed properly the next time, I promise." He almost sounded sorry about the hasty fuck on the couch. He gave you a chaste kiss and intertwined his fingers into yours.

"Hmm." you cooed, smiling at him. "That's fine. Or maybe I'll just break the couch while I'm riding you."

He shook his head, hardly believing the words coming out of your mouth, but he was loving it. "Fuck, yes please." he replied, pulling you into a more passionate kiss.

……

He made good on his promise, and you made love in his cozy, King-sized bed; naked and totally vulnerable to one another under his luxurious bedsheets. Slow movements, with sweet kisses and soft whispers into your ear. “I’m so happy to be with you.” he’d say, or “My baby momma is so beautiful.” along with, “Your pussy feels like heaven, just like I remember."

You didn't know you could feel this happy. Not since being apart from him. Timmy made everything so much brighter and warmer, just like his son did. You felt so loved and desired, which was a feeling you didn't know if you'd ever get to indulge in again.

You slept so soundly, not waking during the night at all. You were all wrapped up in his arms, you felt safe and comfy as you fell asleep to the sound of him breathing.

The morning after when you woke up, fresh dark roasted coffee was the first thing that came to your senses. You saw the sun shining and the birds chirping outside Timmy's bedroom window, and you felt so peaceful as you woke. He brought a mug with steam coming out of the top and sat it on the bedside table next to your head. It smelled absolutely divine.

Divine was also the way you would describe him at that moment. Shirtless with gray sweats on his bottom half that left nothing to the imagination, and his hair was still messy from last night. You made a mental note to comb your fingers through his curls to refresh them and make them look a little better. But then again, Timmy always looked great, even disheveled.

You made no attempt to hide the smirk on your face as you checked him out, sitting up and grabbing your coffee from the nightstand.

"Don't look at me like that." he said. He was leaning slightly with his hand on the top of the table.

"I'm not looking at you in any special way. That's how I always look when someone brings me coffee." you teased, grinning at him before bringing the warm mug up to your lips, careful not to burn yourself as you took a sip.

"If I catch you looking at a barista that way, you're in trouble." Timmy replied, standing straight then bending to kiss you on the forehead. "I laid out some pajamas for you to put on, so get to it, and bring your coffee. I wanna show you something."

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My ratings and opinions on all of Abby’s skins featured in The Last of Us Part II Remastered! 

(An early review copy was provided to me by Playstation)

Abby‘s OG outfits are all cool and it’s nice to swap them out whenever! However, it’s not all her outfits. But they missed her long sleeve golfing outfit, which is a tragedy. 8/10

They fitted Abby’s younger outfits to her older body! This is exactly the type of tank top I wanted to see on Abby and it’s always been one of my fave outfits for her so I’m so glad they did this and it looks amazing. The little braid is also so cute. 9.5/10

But the polo just doesn’t fit good imo 4/10

The sunglasses are sick! I like most of the details added on the jacket, though some of the patches I’m a little meh on. LOVE that it says “Salt Lake Crew” on the back. I wish they changed up the jacket a little more but they get a +1 for using my favorite pants🙏 8.5/10

I’m mixed about this Badlands skin. I like that it uses her short hair, I like that it’s new models, but don’t really like the design of the outfit and the face paint. The skin is bad-ass dystopian looking, but it doesn’t really fit anywhere besides no return or the forest section. 7/10

80s. I love this outfit. I think it’s so cool and badass and all the details on it just bring the look together. It's not really something you expected but it just makes Abby look so damn good. I just wish it had new hair and some nail polish! Also love her necklaces are the Firefly tag and a bullet with "JOEL" on it. 9.5/10

Classic Naughty Dog tanktop. Idk, it’s boring SORRY. At first glance it looks so much like her og outfit with the colors. 5/10.

It’s nice to get some new colors out of Abby’s SB shirt. Some of the shirts look a bit nicer than others but I don’t like that they use her tan SB skin textures, because sometimes the arms and head get mixed up being tan vs pale 7/10

Overall, I was quite satisfied with Abby’s skins! There’s two especially that I love and other new options that I like a lot as well and look forward to using a bunch to take photos in! A couple things changed like a new hair would have really been a homerun but overall 8.5/10

[judasgot-it]

Happy Birthday

I'm throwing almonds at him in my mind <3 Also, idgaf if it's not August 3rd, it's August 3rd somewhere in the world....

Also, this was going to be part of an arranged marriage au but I've kinda scrapped it. so this is just kinda there now lol.

It's been twenty-seven years since Kaldo was born. Today, you were planning on making him a cake he would actually enjoy, and not one he would shovel into his face in front of his family and guests as he pretended to enjoy it.

The man was born powerful and wealthy. He had everything.

What he didn't have, was the free choice over his own birthday cake.

He was almost thirty, and he never even had a choice in it. He didn't even have a choice in being engaged to you, or his job - honestly, the only thing he seemed to have a choice over might have been his strange love of honey.

Maybe you were born lucky with your low status. You had chosen to climb to the top, and got to marry a wealthy man mostly by choice.

Now you got to spoil him with a birthday cake - by your own choice.

He had once mentioned once to you before, offhandedly, that he had really loved gelatinous fish cake - of course, topped with honey. One of the stranger combinations he had made, and one cake that he had always wanted to try again, but was banned from bringing into his family home.

For good reason, you supposed. It seemed a little...gross. Honestly, it was one of the first times you had ever disliked one of his strange food tastes.

But it was a cake. And it was his birthday.

He would get to eat that damn cake. Social rules be damned.

It wasn't really easy finding a place that even made the cake. The man must have visited hell itself in order to try the delicacy, because you had only found one cook in the local area who even knew what it was.

It frankly looked disgusting when you laid eyes on it, and it looked horrible as it sat on your breakfast table. But it wasn't for you - it was for the man sitting in front of you, staring at you as if you were as strange as the cake itself.

And really, is it even a cake? There's no frosting, and it's fucking fish for god's sake. In gelatin. Who would even think of such a thing?

"Is this for me?"

Kaldo's voice was weak, his usual airy tone nearly lost in the shock that was slapped across his face. His crimson eyes were boring holes at you, and it was frankly a little disturbing.

"...Yes. You said you had liked it before, and I thought it would be nice to get it for you. I know you don't like regular cake that much."

He was a freak, really. The man would rather put his sweet honey on anything that didn't go with it. Cake would be a reasonable match, but instead, coffee and raw fish were his preferred mixups.

How strange.

"I did. I did mention that, didn't I." The man took the fork set out just for him, taking a bite of the cake as if it were a delicacy. His face was practically spread open in a wide grin, ear to ear as he slowly chewed on it.

This was the most you had ever seen him enjoy a cake. The one at his last birthday party had him in near tears from how much he had hated the flavor - chocolate, without any honey to subside the pain of putting it in his mouth.

But Kaldo was practically drooling as he dug into his sad little cake. He had taken to pouring a rich honey on it, as if it would make a difference in the texture of fish and gelatin.

"Do you," It was stupid to ask, given that he was nearly done destroying the disgusting dish. His face was smeared with honey and pieces of fish, and you only smiled back as a stupid grin spread across his face. "Do you like it? Sorry if it's not the gift you expected."

You made him walk all the way to your home for it. On his birthday as well.

Frankly, you were a rather horrible wife-to-be.

"If I were to be honest..." Kaldo put down his fork, looking down at the remaining pieces of his cake. It was more like a soup now, as his took the prongs of his tool and played with the pieces that remained.

"...I think this is the best birthday gift I've ever received."

"Is it really?"

The lily-haired man nodded, his bangs somehow spared from the mess that was spread across his face. He looked like a bear that had found a beehive, and with the smile he wore, it was obvious that he felt like a winner.

"You know? We need this at our wedding. It's a really good cake."

"What?"

This was the first time Kaldo had ever mentioned something like that. The man was rather silent about those things - as far as you knew, he had only agreed to marry you because it was a good tax write-off for the both of you.

"If you want it, sure. We'll have two cakes." You wanted to be a good wife, really.

"...Really?"

"Why not? It's your wedding too."

It was subtle, a barely noticeable detail in the character he portrayed to you. But his shoulders relaxed, his spine deflating from the stiff posture he kept at all times. His arms leaned against the table, and his neck rolled around to lean to the side.

It looked as if he truly relaxed for once in his life.

"...Yeah. Why not indeed."

I'm lowkey just writing whatever the fuck I want rn, Kaldo is just my muse rn.

[letsatomicbanana]

Have any headcanons about my boy Ink sans??

Oh boy, i sure do!

It's yapping time!!! but it's bellow the 'read more'

(spoilers: It's long as hell)

-First of all, Ink can not stand normal texturized clothing and textures (like cotton, fur, silk etc...) which is the reason to why their clothes are always created by him and is used a more paint-like 'esque' to it. (which is canon).

- Case in point, he suffers from 'unable to have normal fashion tastes' disease. He's the type of motherfucker to wear baggy pants under a dress, sandles with socks on, a crop top over a long sleeved shirt etc... They does not care nor follows society's fashion sense/brands, he only gives a damn if the clothes are comfortable or not lmao.

- Genderqueer, no explanation for that one (c'mon, just look at them) also AroAce but that's already canon.

- He definetly has a whole collection of autographs of random sanses that he managed to get. (The obvious one is fell sans but he prob forgot to who the other's belongs to).

- Besides from being able to speak french, they can also speak fluent mandarin and japanese!

- Has a whole collection of random objects he found while travelling AU's. It's not anything particulary useful or collectible (like toys etc..) more so 'things he found interesting' (like that one chesse from the ruins)

- Since he has a canon hyperfixation on Underfell, i like to image that he defends the AU with his whole tiny body, empty mind and non-existent soul (he can't STAND uf slander, it makes his blood boil lmao). Also, they treats fell sans like you would treat your favourite fictional babygirl male character as.

- Definetly engaged in the consumption of illicit drugs at some point in his life, you cannot tell me that this curious asshole never had any interest in drugs, even if it's just recreational consumption. Very open to any options, but they has a thing for marijuana, alcohol, and nicotine (it makes him ADHD go bonkers).

- Now that i've mentioned it. He has ADHD-C (combined type), probably got diagnosed because he saw a random 'Does your child have ADHD' pamphlets hanging around in the wall of some random AU they visited, which made him to be deeply curious (he thought they didn't had it) and eventually diagnosed with it. Note! He's currently unmedicated (i think he would have a problematic history with medications, if i'm going to be honest). (him having adhd is kindaaaa canon??? semi-canon at least)

- Also has undiagnosed Autism and ASPD (sociopathy) in which he has no idea that he has lmao (i made a whole post about this too). Note but i'm killing anyone who says that Ink is evil due to being 'sociopatic'.

- Doesn't engaje in social gatherings of any kind unless extremly necessary, he's energetic but an introvert at heart (this is canon btw).

- Has a better conection to inanimate objects than people, oh! and he's also Objectum!

- They're an ISTP! Which stands for 'Introvert', 'Observant', 'Thinking' and 'Prospective'.

- A lot of times deeply wonders to his apparent lack of family and AU, he won't admit but he's feels a sense of envy for other sanses that have brothers. They also often wanders through the vast multiverse looking for his original family/AU, but he can never find it :(

- Extremly sensitivite to any topics of discussion/conversation that relates to his soullessness, he also cannot stand being called 'emotionless' or a 'tragedy' because of his condition. Has a tendency in de'humanizing' himself over his lack of soul.

- Since he has a very hard time understanding social interaction, they often uses their interest in art as a way to form attachments with people, like painting them outfits or portraits (insert the 'Im bad at people, but i am good at tech' entrapta quote). Art is his special interest!

- He's a very dedicated brony and their favourite pony is Derpy Hooves/ Ditzy Doo!! She's literally him, for real! If he was part of the fandom at it's peak popularity in 2012-2014, they would prob be those famous fandom artist/musicians!

- Reast in piece Ink sans you would've loved Dungeons and Dragons. (/ref)

- Besides from their obvious interest in drawing/painting, he also has a deep interest in music! He canonically can play the flute but he also enjoys playing the trumpet, the piccolo and the clarinet!

- They're generally extremly under-responsive or otherwise sensory seeking to any kind of sensory stimuli. He's also a very oral artistic and often chew/bites on stuff for stimulation. Can often fall into Nonsuicidal self-injury style of stimming such as picking or pulling,when overwhelmed/underwhelmed.

- Another headcanon that he has PICA, where he often eats/craves for things that are not food, like crayons (canon).

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Twisted Wonderland boys try Drag  

I wrote the thing about Floyd (link) and it wouldn't leave me alone, and then I asked myself, what about the others?   

Floyd Leech, Malleus Draconia, Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt 

Floyd Leech 

He has to go to this event and it’s going to be boring. He knows that it's all for looks and he’ll do it because Mom has asked him. But that’s the only reason he is doing it with mild complaining.  

Until of course, Yuu runs in like a cat on fire, grin wide and manic.  

Whatever comes out of that sharptoothed mouth is going to be fantastic.  

“Floyd!” Yuu chirps. “I have an idea. And I think you could be the son of a gun that's gonna help me do it.”  

“And why would I do that, Shrimpy?” He knows that his grin matches, that he’ll do it anyway, but damn if seeing her like this isn’t fun.  

“Easy. It’s fun, it’ll cause large amounts of chaos and drama and it’ll make Betta Fish either envy, rage or a develop a strange attraction he won’t understand until several years later in therapy.”  

Well how he is supposed to say no to that?  

They have something similar, at least in the sea. Not so gender based, that’s more of a human thing which he still doesn’t fully understand, but the larger than life makeup, large jewelry, that sort of thing. He had no idea the humans had something too!  

There is a dress code they have to follow, and half of the fun of bending rules is knowing what rules you are bending. So they pick and choose, he does ship in one or two items for his own benefit. Mamaw even handed off some of her old jewelry once he told her what the plan was. He may want to give his parents a little shock, but his never kept secrets or surprises from her. She’s good at keeping her mouth shut though, especially if it’s fun. 

When the both of you arrive, it is old Hollywood glam. He’s turquoise hair looks stunning with finger waves, lined with rhinestones and his signature black streak creating such an interesting texture. He’s make up is more on the dramatic side, bright blush and bold lipstick but cheekbones softened in a classic style. The dress is one of the things ordered in, as there was no way you had any clothes that you could even slightly modify at Ramshackle, a blue full sequin dress with a center split that feels vaguely familiar to Yuu, but you can’t put a finger on it. You did add gold shoulder chains that trail delicately down his shoulders and arms for a faux sleeve that makes his frame look sleek and elegant.  

Yuu of course, is simply a compliment to the drag queen, old Hollywood suit and tie with a tall top hat, a painted beard with sharp angles and twisted waves, tight pin curls with bejeweled pins left in sporadically.  

Vil does in fact lose his mind, but he’s more upset that you have not told him about this than seeing it. He grills you the whole night, and then some. 

Floyd however, thrives, having the time of his life finally being able to wear his stilettos out without feeling mismatched. It’s something the two of you continue to do together, but he’ll incorporate things on his own. You see more long skirts and dresses in his closet, different tweaks to his hair, and definitely more experiments with his eye makeup. He looks especially pretty when he’s squeezing people.  

When he looks at you, it’s just joy that he gets to express himself more. If he requires that you are his date for every party now, even underwater, well who are you to complain?  

Malleus Draconia 

It pops into your head as both of you are talking about home. You had been to plenty of Drag Brunches with the performances and dance, but also just Drag crawls with nights of everybody showing up and visiting, letting people get photos and just visit.  

Malleus has always had a hard time getting people to give him a chance, afraid of just his visage alone. It’s a reputation well earned, but he was very much a child with the stories that circulate and didn’t even know what he was doing.  

“What if you weren’t you?” Yuu asks, head tilted as the idea forms more in her mind. “What if you were a different version of you?”  

He’s open to the idea at least, allowing different experiments with color, themes, outfits and make up to see what he’s comfortable with, though there are some that go completely out the window. 

It’s easy for him to look like the Thorn Fairy, so they do put together a simple outfit that’s more of a modern take of her classic silhouette. A simple black side split gown with a thrifted Diasomnia coat with the patch ripped out, added embellishments of purple dyed furs, and silver metal accent spikes, letting his natural elegance take hold and make the presence.  

Do you have more casual clothes for him for brunch type things? Absolutely. And he looks fantastic in his oversized long sleeve crop top and ripped wide jeans with fishnet. He’s accessories tend to be the louder items for him, and he’s make up has plenty of colors, but he will always find his comfort in blacks, greens and purples. He doesn’t tend to go as loud as other Drag Queens, but it still works. Apparently, he sees Lilia dress this way often, so it’s something familiar and makes him feel a bit closer to him.  

The first brunch type thing the both of you go to, you are dressed more like a gentleman to compliment. A simple white button up, suspenders, a tight pompadour and exaggerated cheekbones. He had gone with the long dress since it was more of a formal affair, dressed down with boots, a softer lilac cardigan from Yuu’s closet, and wig pinned back into a simple but elegant bun, the blue underlay shining like a whole scale.  

He’s amazed at how easily people talk to him, how they approach with no fear. He gets to talk, and any awkwardness is explained away by being raised in Briar valley, because of course he’s just a Fae, not a dragon, those horns are simply part of the costume. Their is one little child that stays with him the entire time, talking about gargoyles, grotesques, and other statues. Malleus’s tail, also a prop of course, is swinging the entire time.  

Malleus loves to go out to smaller venues, but does fear getting too much attention and losing this as an outlet. He will go to lots of underground events with you, even the raves he’ll do for a few hours, and enjoy the people there. That he happens to get to protect you to is an added bonus, though the first time he sees Yuu lay out a guy for an inappropriate comment, he falls in love just a little more.  

Above, sitting on a staircase and looking down at his son, Lilia tears up a bit. There is fondness, pain, so much pain, and love.  

Malleus won’t make the connection until years later, when he sees a picture of himself, but he doesn’t look like the Thorn Fairy. He looks like his mother.  

Riddle Rosehearts  

Riddle sees Yuu’s drag first and loves it. What started as an invitation for a historically accurate Red Court costume tea party had allowed Yuu to dive deep back into the hobby with ease. So much of Red Court fashion involved that over-the-top style and fun that it was easy to pull together a fantastic outfit.  

He is a bit more hesitant to get into it, especially once the two of you realize that what he pictures himself in is close to his Overblot form, but simple modifications can fix that. The make-up isn’t too difficult for him to learn at all, after all the Heartslabyul students apply their own everyday, and he does love his red eyeliner. He is a bit embarrassed on how comfortable he feels in the corsets and dresses, but she manages to pull him back in with the shoes.  

Afterall, it wasn’t uncommon for Drag Queens to wear platforms. He’s usual heels will give him a solid inch or two, but six? He’s a whole new person when he puts on a pair of platforms.  

The next historical tea party, he pulls up in a Queen of Hearts inspired dress, but there isn’t a trace of black in the design. White lace gloves, the card fan collar fun and playful looking, the red soft and romantic looking instead of bloody, white roses pristine and large red ribbons ballooning out like the bow of a present. His hair of course is a wig, the red not quite as strong as he’s own, decorated in pearls and diamonds with heart-shaped lips and strong eyebrows.  

Trey notices how differently Riddle acts, firm but strong, delicate with his teacup and firm with the flamingo handles as he plays. He seems...happier. And he looks especially regal when a student makes an unsavory comment, and he sends them flying with a commanding “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”  

Vil Schoenheit  

Now, Vil was normally a respectful gentleman, but when he saw the different sketches on the margins of your notes, he became intrigued, especially when you let it slip that it was for herself. Drag had a slightly different definition in Twisted Wonderland, and Vil already practiced this version. Basically, how close can one flirt with fashion or make up or demeanor to become a woman, but it wasn’t anything like what you had.  

But what you had laid out was more Avante Garde, more bold, more interesting. A living art piece, yes, that’s what he would call it! There were designs that Yuu wouldn’t try but thought would look amazing or simply didn’t have to skill or resources to do. That wouldn’t be a problem with Vil.  

There is some work with figuring out what works best, as he basically looks good in everything and already has experience with changing his shape and silhouette. But looking good in everything doesn’t mean that’s what is best for him, and that’s what Yuu pushes, showing more of the entertainment and songs, for what feels the most confident. Eventually, they figure out that Vil enjoys being able to do less entertainment and simply exist as something beautiful and untouchable.  

Vil’s next event, Yuu comes more as an assistant, as the outfit is going to take hours to pull together, but it will be a showstopper. Yuu has no interest of trying to compete with Vil on this one, and he needs no complimenting king. She still gets free food out of it though, so definitely no complaints there.  

Vil arrives looking like a perfume bottle, intricate and elegant and stunning. The bottom balloons out and trails with a black ruffle, studded with spikes, hips accented with leather pads and structured velvet dress and long sleeves locked into black accordion ruffles on his wrist. But the chest is exposed, a beating heart pulsing in a golden rib cage, inverted shoulder pads like wings rising with a crown that puts the puny tiaras around them to shame.  

His smile is hidden, black lipped and sharp, and Yuu thinks that he’s probably never felt as beautiful as he does now.  

Rook Hunt  

Does anybody else remember Prince Poppycock? He was an opera singer that showed up on American Idol and was my first exposure to anything like drag, especially drag kings. He has lived rent free in my mind ever since. Anyway, on to Rook!  

Rook sees you experimenting with different outfits from the closets of Ramshackle, fashions that have been out of season for maybe a century now, and he loves them. How strong, how romantic, the glamor of it! He at least does the polite thing by knocking on the door before begging to be your mannequin.  

Rook, similar to Vil and Riddle, has plenty of experience with make-up, but the full white face is something he has never done before. He does love how bright the colors come out on such a canvas though and makes several versions with different outfits he has sent in from home. The hardest part is the wigs, which are simply too modern or not the right colors for him. He gets a long-curled wig imported from home and asks to keep it at Ramshackle, and carefully styles it out his eyes. Yuu is also not surprised when other outfits and ribbons start coming in, simply hanging them out to get the wrinkles out. The matching silk robes are nice though, she’ll admit to that one.  

He gets his opportunity when you find a local theater troupe that does soliloquys, monologues, short songs and one act plays on Saturdays evenings that would be more than happy to have extra performers. Getting Rook to choose only one monologue is more difficult than choosing the outfit, but it’s easy to compliment his look with a similar vibe.  

It’s something Yuu has never had the opportunity to see before. The way that Rook preforms like this as opposed to the SDC is so different. He lets loose here, fully indulging into the character, and the audience is enraptured with him. Some of the upcoming actors and actresses are even pausing in practicing their lines just to look at him go.  

Sometimes over tea parties, him and Riddle really bond over historical dress, he’ll even sprinkle freckles on top of the white face paint. Yuu wishes he would let his natural ones come through sometimes, but maybe it is a work in progress.   

[kstewdeux]

@inukag-week | InuKag Week 2024 | Yearning

Summary: Inuyasha had a craving for ramen after Kagome’s return and Kagome tried to deliver. | Also on Ao3

Staring down at the steaming bowl of stew Kagome had presented him, Inuyasha tried to keep his expectations in check. Tried being the operative word here because, in the years Kagome was gone, he’d tried - oh how he tried - to recreate the taste of those sinful noodles. He had missed ramen almost as much as he missed the woman that was now his wife. The combination of spices, the texture of the noodles, and the comforting warmth had been unlike anything he had ever tasted. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't replicate the complex flavors with the ingredients available in his time. He couldn’t even get close to the smell.

It was Kagome’s damn fault for introducing the salty futuristic bastards in the first place. She should’ve known better than to give him a taste of the finer things in life. Things that were quite literally impossible to get without her.

But, but this particular stew smelled close or, at least, close enough. There weren’t noodles, sure, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and it was the broth that really stole the show anyway. As the stew had simmered, Inuyasha’s expectations had reached dangerously high levels. Now the moment arrived. God, if Kagome really had managed to recreate it, they could put that broth in everything.

Hesitant but hopeful, he took a tentative sip.

He barely repressed his gag. Despite the scent being on point, the flavor and consistency was not. The piss poor stew was overly salty, the spices were unbalanced and dear god, there just weren’t enough insults in the world to describe the after taste. Even ass wasn’t good enough. Something, somewhere had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Despite the nauseating concoction making him want to puke, Inuyasha looked up at Kagome’s eager face and couldn't bring himself to dampen her enthusiasm. Against his better judgment, he took another sip and immediately regretted it but nothing was off the table when it came to protecting Kagome in every possible way so, with god as his witness, he was going to finish this before coming up with some excuse and leaving to go puke it up in the woods.

“Do you not like it?” Kagome asked worried as she wrung her hands, “I know there aren’t noodles but I thought the smell…”

“Nah, s’good woman. Quit your worrying,” he mumbled hoarsely before steeling himself and knocking back the whole bowl to get it over with.

That…oh boy…that was a mistake.

“Think…” a bit of vomit filled his mouth that he quickly swallowed down, “Think somethin’ in…” a gag he couldn’t repress as a cold sweat broke out. He stumbled towards the door and prayed, “Woods,” the world began to spin, “Stay. Be back.”

“Inuyasha, wait-“

He ran begging for this feeling to pass because his damn woman was too smart for her own good and would definitely get pissed at him despite this being entirely her fault. Three long years waiting for his woman to finally get her pretty face back here only for him and his stupid ass was managing to ruin everything over ramen.

Figures.

The agony building in his stomach hit new levels when he tried to launch. The jolt then rapid ascent nearly had him spewing everywhere.

God, what did she use?!

The landscape around him had melted and his ears were ringing by the time he finally, mercifully made it into the woods. Unable to hold it in any longer, Inuyasha doubled over and vomited violently by a cluster of trees. The harsh taste of the stew mixed with the bitter bile, and he retched again, emptying his stomach. Over and over and over again because the persistent, nauseating taste lingered.

His breathing became ragged and labored between bouts of retching. His normally top notch vision blurred. Each wave of sickness seemed more intense than the last, leaving the hanyou who could toss demons ten times his weight trembling and drained until the convulsions eventually subsided and he stumbled over to a nearby tree to simply collapse.

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said Kagome had just tried to kill him. He didn’t even have the strength to move further away from the putrid stench that had his stomach churning all over again. Another trickle of vomit bubbled over his lips. His mind screamed at him to black out and free him from this torment.

“That bad, huh?” Kagome’s nervous chuckle came from far too close and bleary golden eyes blinked open to find his wife kneeling in front of him.

Ah shit. So much for keeping how utterly disgusting that thoughtful attempt really was. Dumb woman. Following him. Her fault if she got her feelings hurt.

“What the hell did you put in that?” he mumbled miserably as Kagome gently grabbed his hands and helped him to his feet. She draped one of his arms around her shoulder and together they began the journey back.

“Chicken broth. Um some herbs. Vegetables. Some mushrooms I found and-“

Inuyasha sent her a miserable glare as something clicked. He immediately made a mental note to have Kaede teach Kagome about plants in general not just medicinal herbs because this whole fiasco could’ve been ten times worse.

“What the mushrooms look like?”

“They were just normal white mushrooms,” Kagome clipped defensively and Inuyasha wrinkled his nose.

“Did you eat any of that shit?” he asked - god his voice was so raw.

“Well no, I wanted to-“

“Do not eat that shit until you show me what mushroom you used,” Inuyasha muttered before his stomach decided to convulse again. Another dribble of bile found its way onto his robe before the ground came up to meet him.

By the time he reopened his eyes, Kagome was kneeling there looking guilty as hell. Her hands smoothed out a few wrinkles of her kimono like she was trying to buy time.

“Okay, so, don’t get mad-”

Inuyasha snorted softly as he rolled his sore body into its side and listened to his wife nervously explain that she might’ve accidentally kinda sorta poisoned him because she didn’t know how to identify poisonous mushrooms for what they were. An innocent mistake and thankfully one that didn’t kill her.

“S’fine,” Inuyasha mumbled as he grabbed her hand and led it to his ear. He hummed happily when she gave it a hesitant stroke, “Didn’t kill me.”

Kagome let out a shuddering breath.

“Could have. Apparently I’m not allowed to help with foraging anymore. Officially banned,” she offered with a weary laugh.

“I’ll talk with ‘em. How else you supposed to learn?” he offered hoarsely, “Dumbasses should’ve taught you. Not your fault you didn’t know.”

“I’d prefer you try to teach me,” Kagome countered shakily, “I’ve never been on the receiving end of Sango’s anger before. She raked me over the coals before dumping out everything we gathered this morning and storming off.”

Inuyasha’s lips twitched upwards at the visual.

“Yeah, I can do that. Learned the hard way what you can eat and what you can’t. Not the first time a mushroom took me down,” he snickered tiredly. Kagome’s fingers lightly traced his jaw.

“My poor baby,” she hummed sadly.

“Yeah, yours,” he agreed with an affectionate yet exhausted smirk before an echo of nausea had his expression falling. He groaned and closed his eyes. A moment later a damp cloth was pressed against his neck.

“You’re going to spoil me,” he muttered miserably, “Make me weak. Taking care of me like this.”

He shifted and added before Kagome could protest, “S’the best though. Getting spoiled. Don’t mind.”

He could hear Kagome’s smile in her voice as she carded her fingers through his hair.

“Then spoil you I shall.”

[bugsysaboy]

Kite Headcanons <3

ALRIGHT THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW KITE STANS!!! all 5 of us!!!!

No content warnings, sfw

-has the worst appetite known to man /hj

-he usually just eats soup

-he can easily be thrown off by the texture of certain foods (certified jello hater!)

-although, honestly, if he's hungry enough he'll eat anything.

-autism be damned, my boy can work a grill campfire.

-anxious as FUCK in restaurants. He's too awkward to order and will just s t a r e for too long unintentionally at the waitstaff.

-also will be awkward about starting his meal and will just hork it down when no one is looking. (Look, he grew up on the streets, eating fast so no one takes his food is just a hold over.)

-REALLY GOOD CANDID PHOTOS BUT DO NOT ASK THIS MAN TO POSE! HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING!

-you know that meme that's the person doing the half a heart with their hand and the other person has a thumbs up? ...yeah.

-ACTUALLY THAT BEING SAID he's really handsome when caught off guard, but when he's actually engaging in conversation with someone he's kinda funny looking? Like he'll suddenly be aware of how he's carrying himself and maintaining eye contact and he will over correct.

-This man has no game!!! This man can neither pull nor flirt! 29 years old and even the idea of holding hands gets him flustered.

-on top of this if he's romantically interested in someone he's really prone to just avoiding them.

-KITE AND CRAZY SLOTS IS JUST MANZAI! KITE IS THE STRAIGHT MAN AND CRAZY SLOTS IS THE FUNNY MAN! KITE SAYING "ah, bad roll" AND GRIPING ABOUT CRAZY SLOTS IS JUST A BIT TO HIM! HE THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS BUT NOBODY SEES THIS.

-dad jokes and puns all day everyday

-also he can actually be pretty chatty, like don't get me wrong when he's really focused he'll probably just shut up but during downtime? Around a campfire? He loves to spin a yarn or talk about his work.

-He also loves to hear about what others are passionate about!

-gets a general feel for people really quickly- he'll open up to people he gets good vibes off of pretty fast, but others he's more iffy on he may keep things cordial. This can, however, lead to snap judgements about people that might not be always correct.

-excellent pickpocket, now that he has a stable income through being a hunter he won't use this ability often...

-okay might do it to prank someone

-...or humble them.

-Met Ging when he was 15 and Ging was 18

-if he sets an alarm he somehow always manages to wake up just before it goes off

-hammock conoisseur 😌

-if he was in the real world he'd be Russian. (This is literally just based off of vibes and some edit an artist made of Kite running to Russian hardbass.)

-thinks it's really funny to say "have you considered..." to someone and when they ask him to elaborate he just says "...just... have you considered."

-loves sunflowers, loves sunflower seeds

-likes to keep a spare scarf handy in case someone needs it

-makes the crazy slots noise when he's really trying to concentrate

-favorite candy is saltwater taffy

-I like to imagine that he got the idea for crazy slots because of a boardwalk carnival in the town he grew up in. The carnies knew that Kite could win any of the games they had, no matter how rigged, it was uncanny.

-...probably used the plushies he won as pillows, maybe with the smaller ones he'd let his dogs play with.

-AND YES, HIS DOGS ALL HAD NAMES. ALEXEI, BORIS, SERGEI, PUSHKIN, FYODOR JUST TO NAME A FEW

-Favorite author is Dovstoevsky

-legitimately does not remember where he got his hat from, it's just kinda always been there, you know?

-he's not super focused on material goods and he doesnt really like receiving gifts (exceptions are made for anything handmade or a really cool rock.)

-...call him pretty and he'll fold

[spacecolonie]

i adore your paintings so muchhh would you happen to have any other tips or tutorials for your process? anything from thumbnailing all the way to final render

Thank you 😭♥ I appreciate that a lot!! To start with I've got my advice tag (both new and veeery old stuff lol), & my youtube has a couple of speedpaints on it, one with commentary including process, brushes etc

In terms of general stuff about how I approach painting, I tend to tailor the method to the desired outcome. I talk about it more in depth on this post here, I also link to some references & tutorials that I really enjoy/recommend!

Besides that though, I guess I can do a little walkthrough of the Whisper & Tangle painting I uploaded a few months ago, since I tried something new with it that I pseudo integrated into my workflow & could be fun to talk about? 🤔

SO yes, I do always thumbnail when I'm doing a bigger painting, and they're definitely not pretty LOL. I usually use the colour fill lasso just to block in basic shapes and values with a gradient map slapped on the top -- I ended up swapping the values around in the end because it let me use the fireflies as the sole light source, making it more character focused! Then it's the usual process of resketching it all & flatting in the base colours (I also added Whisper's wisps hehe), then adding shading:

This is how I usually approach it, w/ all the shading layers clipped to the original flats to preserve editing. Multiply, screen & overlay are the most common layer modes I use while doing this, and if I'm ever struggling I'll sometimes add a gradient map too in order to unify awkward colours etc. The new thing I tried for this painting was doing what's often nicknamed as a 'clown pass' -- which is using hard edged shapes to create an easily-accessible selection mask for each part:

It looks Super funny but I actually found it very helpful, and I ended up using it to select & cut out all of their body parts onto seperate layers, which were then alpha locked. It meant I could go ham w/ large or textured brushes, smudges etc without worrying about losing those edges, or accidentally over-rendering and screwing up the anatomy in the process!!

I've kept doing something similar since, though it's a bit more dialed back; mainly using the lasso select to chop it up directly and preserve specific/necessary edges, grouping up similar body parts on a single layer etc.

After doing all that, I sat down and started rendering. The background was all blocked in & detailed with a hard round brush and these amazing brushes from Devin Elle Kurtz. There isn't anything super insightful that I think I could type on how I render, but I do have that speedpaint I mentioned earlier that'll probably shed more light. It's just a lot of eyedropping & painting, rinse and repeat

When rendering is done I usually add a concoction of adjustment layers, as well as an overlay w/ a noise texture on it. I also sharpen it all after doing so! These are the ones that I ended up adding for this painting:

The dupe & blur is a fun thing that doesn't always work, but it looks super neat when the painting itself calls for it, especially when paired w/ that noise texture. It can make stuff look like an old/low quality photograph or recording -- here's another example w/ a shadow and amy doodle I posted a few months ago:

That's about it for this painting, the majority of the time spent on it was honestly me rendering those damn leaves 🥲 Very tedious but worth it & it was a really good learning experience. I'm not sure if any of this will prove useful but thank you so much for sending in the ask, & if you (or anyone else reading this) wants a similar breakdown for a different painting of mine, please do let me know and I'll try my best to do one!! 🥺💞

[sugar-petals]

[✖︎ sub!Lee Felix] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣

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⇢ PAIRING. boyfriend!lix + femdom!reader

words. 2k

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m/mdni, dom!reader, submissive felix, d/s play, fluff & various kinks

⇢ ♥︎ NOTE | because which domme doesnt like cute angelic subs 💕 felix was requested plenty after i published a chan (soft sub) and lee know (hard sub) version lately, enjoy!

sub!idol masterlist

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

snuggles. snuggles. and more snuggles. and love noises. and he’s singing something cute to come down. it’s all very random, but also predictable in some way: felix is a safe person, he won’t do anything overly wild and disruptive. felix likes to have coffee for aftercare with lots of milky foam on top. or a classic hot chocolate, big mug.

he doesn’t expect you to make it, but is happy when you do. and tell me: which dom wouldn’t want to be a bit of a service top for felix every now and then. it’s only polite for all the extra miles your sweet sub will go in bed. making it together is more likely, anyway. it defies all logic in the world to leave felix in the bedroom by himself with you at the coffee machine when he is just so clingy.

that’s a general golden rule to begin with. at any point of play or during a precarious situation, a dom stays with their sub, especially when bondage is concerned. since felix is open to ropes and other toys, long as they don’t look too scary, he’s in need of your presence and won’t leave your side. complete trust. you’re in the kitchen together very often, so it only makes sense that you prepare hot drinks side by side. unless you need to rest, a heavier session might need some minutes of pure cooldown and a final release of tension.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

felix loves his mullet, you love his mullet, everyone does. especially with his natural hair color, anyway. it’s a terrible-sounding name for something so pretty, mullet. you really need to come up with better nickname.

another body part in your constant top 5 would be his kissy lips. because of how much pleasure they are capable of giving you, and how cupid-shaped they are.

interestingly, he’s not as breast-obsessed as you thought he would be. the likes of han, lee know, you know the mood, these guys are so into it. they can’t stop thinking about their partner’s chest. felix is like changbin in a sense of thinking wow, they’re amazing, that shape, so nice to the touch — but it’s not a constant source of neediness for him. it’s cuddly, that’s what he appreciates.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when everything’s a mess, felix is just getting started. he gets excited by the texture and, as you quickly find out, he’s a certified cumslut. unafraid by anything, anywhere. cum play makes him smile, he enjoys it that much, the little pervert. you’d have a hard time ever seeing him disgusted. felix just doesn’t roll that way. eats you out forever because he wants to thank you, it needs to be sloppy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

king of fingering his own hole, won’t even try to hide it. feels amazingly stimulated. jacks himself off with the other hand while doing so. although he’s embarrassed by his horny face, it’s a huge wave of pleasure.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced. as nice as it would be to deflower him, to baby him like a virgin, felix jokes that he’s a little ran-through. he loves sex and meeting new people, he can set a great atmosphere, and he does know damn well what he’s doing. never let the cute face fool ya. he’s skilled as a sub.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

in any position where he’s getting squeezed. strongly or softly, both is good.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

enjoys rough sexuality, but only to a degree where it’s still possible to make a joke. he can be serious during some play scenes but, well honestly: sunshine is sunshine. felix and his soft sex hours just wouldn’t make sense. he likes it when it’s romantic and pampering. he’s not the only spoiled one, though. he spoils his domme a lot.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

a little bit’s running wild sometimes. othertimes, not a trace. you actually prefer him with a little fuzz, short, thin, and almost curling up from dampness. forgets it sometimes, but asks how you like it. same thing with clothes, really.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sweet talker. in fact, he chats constantly. what is silence? the opposite of lee know if you can picture it, felix is definitely an open book with close to no walls up (at least that’s how his behavior comes across, of course he has boundaries and all). chan has encouraged him to be more like this, so felix owes it to the leader to be more transparent with his top. that is not to say lee know is a manipulator by comparison: he just communicates more briefly and to the point. felix is more flowery for sure.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

constantly. when the lights are out, his palm goes down south. he jacks off fast and passionately, noisy and desperate.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

let the peggery begin. does felix even spend any time off the strap? he can do this forever. however, he’s not the one to take it deeper and deeper. shallow is where it’s at, though he avid in his movement. teasing and longevity over quick and hard: more fun for the two of you.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

even on a damn train if that’s in any way feasible. perfectly spontaneous. caters to your every whim, anywhere. if he’s doubtful of the location, if it’s too risky, he will find a quick alternative. felix is polite and considerate to others as well, not just you, which is the greenest ever flag. you’re not a jealous domme. those kind of tops like hyunjin or chan. the girls that felix attracts are more easy-going and easily endeared, not really bothering with envy or possessiveness.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

no-brainer: body contact. what would felix do without cuddling and feeling your skin’s warmth. and hell, lix as a cuddle counterpart is naturally healing. this guy is good for your health inside out. and, that’s why he likes being together with you seeing how his presence benefits you a lot. hey, that’s why he’s your boyfriend.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

blood and pain play. felix is not your local masochist like han `certified screamer‘ jisung, hyunjin or even lee know. felix prefers the gentle femdom aspects of play, making your sexy time filled with crazy stuff just wouldn’t be his cup of tea. though he can be daring. cheeky felix is not a pillow prince incarnate. that’s chan! felix is super flexible and a tinge of brattiness won’t hurt. keeps it interesting.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

felix is going to lap you up like a cat drinking milk. he also loves it when you ask him to suck on your breasts. not very firmly, just lustful enough to make some nice little noises. and with his sexy tongue of course. your hands in his hair, gripping his ponytail.

when it comes to receiving, he throws his head back, yup. sloppy fast blowjobs… he loves it. not a fan of destroying your throat, it’s all about the lips for him, and some lush tongue teasing.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

you call him buck because that’s what his hips do. felix is already pretty, but even more beautiful in lustful ecstasy. it has to be in a cozy environment, though.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it’s a semi-quickie. felix won’t like the hit-and-run style that, say, seungmin talks about.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is. playfully, with a smile. felix should never ever be underestimated. however, his romantic side is super strong. he makes sure you never feel like you’re lacking someone to squeeze and hug and socialize. if he’s preoccupied with work, he randomly sends a friend of his to check up on you just because. the friend will bring food and flowers signed by lix, and sometimes other presents. small ones, this is not a dramatically lush birthday party every time. just something to make his goddess smile for the day, no experiments, just love.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

neither long nor short but just right.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

pink bondage rope and a bad dragon. his classics. felix is prone to experiment, his open mind and dexterity with toys has lead him down many a kinky path. he prefers to use them on himself rather than you, pretty much constantly. solo time is super important for your boyfriend, that he’s attached to your hip can be misleading. he misses you a lot, but he won’t despair on his own, felix is his own best company when you’re busy and loves the thrill of toys.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

well. have you seen him dance? he can be a big tease with that banging body of his. felix tagging you on his socials to send you and stays into a frenzy with his thirst traps is a seductive move that you quite enjoy, to be honest. he can shake it, his outfits are dazzling, and he’s too cute and kind to ever ignore. felix makes sure he’s a bit more modest than during his single days, though: some things are for your eyes only. the company understands… sometimes. but when he comes home, you always make sure he knows where he belongs anyway with a freaky play session and lots of snuggles.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

the girl group songs and solo female artist albums he will blast might as well drown out his immense groaning. but hell, felix is pretty vocal. you always get feedback and `right there, yeah´ replies… he’s the sweetest and most gorgeous.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a sexy phone screen. completely unafraid of saucy material in general. writes rated fanfics here and there. polaroid king next to chan and seungmin who tend to keep things a lot more secret, however. but he’s definitely a child of the internet, so he’s unafraid to use google alrighty. when he has a question he thinks is too silly, he won’t bother his domme and ask the world wide web instead.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

cute man, cute dick. very upright, compact, not huge aka two fists, not short aka one fist, it’s all nice and balanced, and a midrange length does feel best. doesn’t come with some freaky levels of girth — more sleekness, skinnier below the top. a bit column-like as a whole, no? in one word, handy is probably the right way to describe it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his cuddle-o-meter and need to flirt is actually much higher. foreplay is life, and life is foreplay. all else is just the cherry on top. that is felix’ number one very practiced motto.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t tire until he voiced his every compliment. which will take a long time, and no, he doesn’t want to take center stage for its own sake; it just comes out like a waterfall naturally. felix has plenty of commentary on how it all went, and it’s mostly positive anyway. when something went a bit wrong, he won’t sweat it. if there was a terrible mistake, he’ll be downtrodden — and the whole scene is safeworded in an instant, from either you or him, anyway. felix has no incentive to push himself to keep going when something is just faulty. in other words, he’s not the type to just adapt and go, pushing the limits, being tough, like lee know would. felix being a soft sub at heart will always show. which also means he has plenty of energy left during aftercare. no dozing off in sight when you could do all the pillow talk in the world. felix will shoulder your worries and thoughts of all kind and massage you all you want.

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[ryomens-vixen]

90s!BF-GOJO SATORU HEADCANONS

I'll try to make this as Diverse as I can so-

(H/T) = Hair Texture

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/C) = Hair Color

(B/T) = Body Type (🍎, 🍐, slim, etc you get it)

(S/C) = Skin Color

CW: Minor🔞 DNI, 🤏 of Smut, Fluff, Idk whatever else comes to my head.

Word count: Ion fckin know 🤷🏾‍♀️ Have Fun and don't forget to ❤ and Reblog!

90sBF!Gojo Who would roll up to your house in his black 1992 Pontiac Firebird blasting Sir-mix-Alot's ride, You could just hear it from the comfort of your bedroom. How did you know you were going somewhere? Did Suguru snitch on you again? Of course he would that's his homeboy for fuck sakes, Either Satoru would make you talk to him one way or another even if that meant disturbing the old folks that lived next door.

90sBF!Gojo who'd roll his window down at the sight of you walking out in (Your outfit of Choice),while peaking over his dark round shades Satoru wore a White sleeveless tank top, gold chain, and grey sweats.

"Gyattdaaamn~ Well would yah getta look at you, baaaby~ Looking good f'me and not anyone else I hope."

He had that cocky little smirk etched across his face, he knew exactly what he was doing showin up over here looking as good as he did and cocky as always. Boy did he get on yo nerves sometimes.

You stood atop of the porch, hand on hip staring at him with an annoyed expression written across your face.

"Gojo-"

"It's Satoru, baby... Or Toru for short yah know since you was screaming it a couple nights ago. So, instead of having a that lil attitude how bout you come get in the car and let TORU fix it."

When ya dance, I'm on ya 🎶

When ya walk, I'm on ya 🎶

When ya moan, I'm on ya 🎶

I'm that nasty dog and I tried to warn ya

To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go 🎶

Don't need a bed 'cause I'm good on the floor 🎶

When a chocolate masterpiece walks by- 🎶

90sBF!Gojo who sweet talked you enough to let him take you somewhere, at least it was a lot better than where you intended on going. Parked in an empty parking lot, one leg hanging out the window loosing a shoe in the process, other on the dashboard, seat laid back with Satoru giving you the best toe curling, soul lifting, overstimulating head imaginable while sir-mix-alot still played. Satoru knew just how to fix that attitude of your nothing, but some head and good dickin to cure it, and if he could he would freak you all damn day until you're either drunk on dick or too asleep to even remember what you were mad at him about.

90sBF!Gojo who took you to the basketball court to watch him play b-ball with Kento, Suguru, Ryomen And Toji right after making you wet up his seats and dashboard with your juices, man did he love it when you made his car smell like coochie... Yeah Satoru was freak nasty, but not as Nasty as his home boys, but only you would know that.

90sBF!Gojo who also enjoys hittin a blunt or two while you're giving him & Suguru head in their shared apartment.

[Now for some Fluff]

90sBF!Gojo who enjoyed gazing into your beautiful (E/C) eyes every chance he could because he loved the way you'd get nervous and fidgety everytime he made eye contact with you. He especially loved it when you'd avert your eyes elsewhere to avoid him, all for his to get up make his way over to you and grab you chin. With that smile ooh... That smile on his face as he makes you stare into his eyes until you're nothing, but putty in his hands.

90sBF!Gojo who enjoys buying you all types of earrings, bracelets, and necklaces as a way of showing you that you're his.

90sBF!Gojo who sits outside your house, Suguru holding a boom box in hand blasting "Nobody by Keith Sweat" while Gojo lip sync, Kento was also there as moral support, but can't help but to feel the second hand embarrassment listening to you cuss Satoru out from your window, and him screaming the lyrics as the ass crack of night. Maybe if he wasn't flirtin with that trick at the grocery store, then neither one of you would be in this position.

90sBF!Gojo Who enjoys helping you brush and style your (H/C) & (H/T) on days where you just don't feel like it or don't have the money to get it done yourself.

90sBF!Gojo who constantly talks about a getting out of the hood and marrying you one day, but also teasing you about having Suguru move in whenever that happens.

90sBF!Gojo Who gets all his Romantic ideas from Kento and Suguru because he doesn't have a clue about being Romantic in the slightest, but he knows he wants to treat you like the Queen you are.

90sBF!Gojo who takes you out of town on these expensive dates where you don't even have a clue about how much he's spent because he won't tell you. He wouldn't want your pretty little head to worry about some silly numbers.

90sBF!Gojo who introduced you to Toji's son Megumi who he and Suguru were taking care of while Toji was once again, in jail for something he shouldn't have been doing in the first place.

90sBF!Gojo who watched as you played around with megumi from time to time, hugging him, kissing his face, styling his hair, carrying him around on your hip as if he wasn't big boy enough to walk on his own. It Gojo realize how much he really wanted to marry you and have kids with you, you're the perfect mother for his children in his eyes.

90sBF!Gojo who loved feeling on your (B/T) shaped body and kissing on your beautiful, soft (S/C) where ever he could get his lips and hands on. He just loved the feel of you it didn't matter what you were doing. You could breathe and he'd come over just to put his hand and plump lips on you.

90sBF!Gojo who would wake you up with kisses and the smell of breakfast in the morning.

90sBF!Gojo who would embarrass you with his need for PDA if anyone tried to flirt with you while he is with you. The way he would grab a hand full of your ass and immediately shove his tongue into mouth is ridiculous. Just to drive off one person? Yes. Yes it was necessary TO HIM. Meanwhile you're squirming and pounding at his chest for him to stop because you're in public.

90sBF!Gojo who would teasingly call you his ole lady, even though he's the one that older than you. You just look like you're older than him because of his luscious skin and beautiful features.

90sBF!Gojo who can't handle his alcohol at all, waking up whining to you about his hangover and how he'll never drink with the boys again. He's so cute when he's all whiny and needy- So you end up taking care of him and staying in bed the rest of the day, I mean you DID warn him not to drink to much cause he's a lightweight.

90sBF!Gojo who would definitely go shopping for matching outfits with you.

90sBF!Gojo who can't stand not being away from you for more than a day. Yeah I missed his best friend Suguru after days of spending the night at your place, but he has to go back home and he's a LOT needier than you are. He'll sit at the apartment all quiet, pouty, and pissy because he wants to be in your arms longer, listen to your sweet voice, feel your hands massage that spot at the back of his head that sleeps so good it makes him sleepy.

90sBF!Gojo Who calls you complaining during boys night about how Suguru, Kento, Ryomen, and Toji are "fuckin wit him" about you and it's making him mad. All for you to laugh at him and the boys playfully telling them to leave him alone before you come over there.

90sBF!Gojo who after a long frustrating day at work where he was a teacher. Comes to your crib uninvited just to lay on you and decompress, dealing with a bunch of bratty, snort nose, whiny ass kids just wasn't his cup of tea yet he was so good with children! Even Megumi is in his class and Megumi loves gojo... Sorta.

90sBF!Gojo who randomly brings up possibly having kids with him and how he's already thinking of baby names, like if it was a boy he's name would be (x name) or if it was a girl her name would be (x name).

90sBF!Gojo who talks about where he should get your name tattooed on him, maybe his neck, or his back, maybe his arm, or maybe.. Just maybe on his sexy V-Line that you loved outlining with your finger tips whenever he was shirtless.

90sBF!Gojo who would annoying call your mom or you dad on you to make you talk to him when all else fails. Oh did your parents love Satoru he was already an in law in their eyes, but oh did you fuckin HATE when he does that shit like you weren't going to talk to him in a few days.

90sBF!Gojo who would get a stern talking from your father the first time you brought him home to your parents, hoping to God he doesn't embarrassing.

I hope you all enjoyed this was so hard so me to do 😵💫 there was so much going on around me during the making of this, BUT PLEASE DON'T COPY OR PLAGIARIZE My work, I worked really hard on this.

[motleyfam]

Which (if any) of the batfam members do you think would be into making pottery?

Stephanie, and, to a lesser extent, Damian.

For Damian’s birthday one year, Steph signed him up for a youth pottery class at the local rec center. After all, he’s into art and it looked fun, so he should love it, right?

But 3D art is something completely different from 2D art, and as such, Damian wasn’t immediately awesome at it. Not that he was bad at it, mind you, just that he didn’t automatically soar to the top of the class on the first try, which was incredibly frustrating to him. Also, it’s messy as hell and he isn’t a fan of the texture of the drying clay on his hands as he works — it actually kind of freaks him out. And the kid next to him spilled a bunch of clay-water on his shirt midway through the first class, which stained it beyond repair and that put him off the whole thing. He stuck it out for two sessions and then refused to ever return.

Stephanie however? Steph paid for these damn classes and someone’s going to be getting a use out of them, so help her god. She doesn’t care that she’s the only adult in the room — just puts her hair in pigtails, pops in some earbuds, rolls up her sleeves and gets cracking. Her first project is an ash tray and it’s lopsided and ugly as shit and she loves it. So much that she actually buys a pack of cigarettes on the way home to christen it

(She doesn’t get the chance to actually light one before Alfred glares her into throwing them out.)

But Steph goes back again next week and makes a tiny vase this time and she’s hooked. She adores the feeling of the earthy clay sliding between her fingers and the steady spin of the wheel and the entire act of creation.

She never gets good at pottery, exactly, but her enthusiasm never falters. She loves what she makes and Damian paints them pretty colors for her and she displays them all around her room and thrusts them at her friends and family as gifts. And they can’t help but them them because she loves them, and they love her. And that’s all there is to it.