#and Bo would literally make me so happy I just know it

[silverhairsimp]

FMK - but make it hurt a lil bit

Bakugou • Bokuto • Kakashi 😈

ALSO

What’s your go-to coffee order? 🫶🏻

BROOO YOU ARE BAAAAD FOR THIS ONE.

I almost said fuck and marry them all then kill myself but that’s wasn’t an option, SO.

Smash Bakugou - Marry Bo - Bye Kakashi 💔

This hurts my soul but…. That’s just how the game goes.

Go To coffee order definitely depends on where I’m ordering from. Peet’s is the black tie iced coffee, anywhere else is usually a dirty chai with an extra shot of espresso.

[charliedawn]

Can you write about the slashers finding out the nurse has a stalker? (That isn't them lol)

(Hi ! Sorry for the absence everyone. It has been a really busy year for me. But here you go ! Thank you for the request !)

Jack is usually pretty chill. He wouldn’t do anything at first if he saw the stalker didn’t bother anyone. But, if he saw that the stalker was starting to get a little too annoying ? He would make him get the message.

Jack would drape an arm over your shoulders and give the stalker the ‘Get out of my face’ look.

And if he still didn’t get the message ?

Then the stalker would unfortunately find his way down a flight of stairs—the express way.

You were sleeping when you heard someone open your window. You immediately turned on your lamp, but was surprised to find Patrick Bateman standing in the middle of your room.

He was covered in blood and lit up a cigar.

He took a deep puff and exhaled loudly.

You waited a few minutes before asking what he was doing here and why he was covered in blood. To which, he took his time to answer.

Patrick: "I apologise. I found a cockroach at your window."

You *look him up and down suspiciously*: "…Must have been one hell of a cockroach, huh ?"

Him *smirks* : "One BIG cockroach."

Bo: "Ssh…You the one who likes followin’ Nurse Y/N around, huh ? Ssh…Come on. We wouldn’t want to wake them up with your pussy screams, right ?" *proceeds to bust the stalker’s kneecaps*

Bo is the type of man to take action. He wouldn’t wait or warn you about the problem—but he would take care of it. Because he likes to be the man of the situation, the one who takes care of business and makes sure no one would be stupid enough to bother you.

So, let us just say that the stalker unfortunately didn’t make it.

"Oh oh oh. Naughty naughty stalker. You are one fffffunny human, ain’t ya ?!"

You woke up the next day with a pool of blood next to your bed. When you asked Penny about it, he replied with a large smile that he had a midnight snack.

You told Norman and asked for his opinion on what to do. He asked you to explain exactly what was happening and remained with a polite smile on his face as you proceeded to explain everything.

Once you were done, he still had a smile on his face. He wordlessly stood up, rolled up his sleeves and left for a couple of minutes before returning with an axe.

Your eyes widened and you tried to stop him, but too late. He stepped outside, knowing your stalker was probably waiting for you to get out of the house. The stranger was surprised when he saw Norman leave. It didn’t take Norman long to spot the stalker and without his smile leaving his face, he walked towards the stalker and swung his axe—barely missing the top of the stalker’s head.

"…If my baby girl/boy ever tells me you have been following her/him again…I won’t miss."

And with that, Norman went back into the house—humming a happy tune…while the stalker was left on the ground with his pants soiled upon having the scare of his life.

Pennywise was being his usual annoying and sarcastic self when he noticed someone following you from a distance. He didn’t care at first…not until he read the guy’s thoughts. And what he found in there ? It was enough to make his usual smile falter.

After that day, he decided to teach the guy a lesson. He hence took your appearance for a day and lured your stalker away from anywhere where they could be seen. And when he was sure there was no one around ? He took back his appearance and in one second, gulped down the stalker.

Literally.

No more stalker. Pennywise didn’t even leave the bones behind.

Brahms noticed from the start. Of course he did. Brahms used to be a stalker himself. But, your stalker was not a professional stalker and Brahms didn’t take him all that seriously at first. Besides, who was he to judge ?

But then…He hurt you. He took pictures of you. He kept them to himself, and Brahms felt as if it was getting exhausting for you.

And Brahms could not take it anymore.

One night as you were sleeping, the stalker crept into your room as per usual, but Brahms was waiting for him this time. And before he could approach your bed, Brahms took the stranger by the neck and held him above the ground. The stranger’s feet kicked the air…until they didn’t move at all.

Brahms let his body fall to the floor. He then proceeded to drag him out of your room—unaware that you had been awake the whole time. You closed your eyes and let go of the knife you had been clenching in your hand.

…

Jason noticed that one of the nurses was following you around. At first, he didn’t do anything as it seemed that you weren’t all that bothered by it. But then, he realised that you weren’t smiling as often anymore and that you would occasionally take pills to help with the tiredness (having a stalker meant really little sleep since you knew they were watching you.)

And finally, the stalker hurt you. He saw a bruise around your wrist and that…That he couldn’t handle.

At his arrival in St Louis, his machete was confiscated, but he was hired by a domestic furniture company to do mandatory work. And guess what is in high supply in his place of work ? That’s right. Wood and nails. Jason built himself a wooden mace with nails. Poor stalker ended up in a ditch around the hospital…his whole body smashed and mushed.

The moment Michael Myers would get a whiff of that stalker near you, he would become a permanent wall between you and the stalker. Your own watcher and bodyguard. The stalker would become the observed. Michael wouldn’t sleep or eat while the stalker is still there. And the moment they would meet ? Myers would make him regret ever being birthed into the same world as him…

[tomiyeee]

donnie had. SO. much concept art lol. i really enjoyed the whole design process though. his base design is very difficult to work with because of the battleshell, but it gave me a lot of chances to get creative and i'm happy with the results :)

(also as a disclaimer so i don't get asked about this: i don't have motivation to finish raph or the wish art for donnie, so i'm just posting what i've got)

i didn't annotate these as much since there'd be a lot to write, but i'll write out some of my thought processes and go into some detail about his final design below the cut if you're interested! (it's long. i'm talkative 😔)

1st row - first iteration; much more literal 1:1 translation of his design into a fantasy setting. very steampunk-y. ended up completely scrapping it because, simply put, he looked more like an npc than a playable character. obviously, several features did still carry over throughout the design process :3 also wanted to imagine his attack pattern cuz i thought it'd be fun to incorporate his spider arms.

this was actually the first design of any of them i'd come up with! i've definitely learned a lot about genshin's character design style since then and i think it shows 😂

2nd row - playing around with the idea of a floating battleshell (rather than a backpack-like one in the the show & first version), inspired by nahida's cape. also hard light constructs/attachments. was leaning too into the sci-fi and rectangular motifs with the design, but i liked the idea.

3rd/4rth rows - concepts for his final outfit and shell designs (the colored/more-detailed pics are the more finalized ones). took a lot of inspiration from sumeru this time around. it's a lot sharper, shinier, and less rectangular than his og aesthetic, but i think it's more in-line with genshin's design philosophies.

5th row - not entirely sure why i went through all the trouble of making a 3d model for this. i mostly just thought it'd be fun and good for reference. i was right, but i don't know what to do with it now lol. can't be bothered to be a perfectionist about it though, so don't look too closely at it 😭

6th row - incomplete thumbnails of his burst/wish art. not super sold on that "wing" design in particular, but i do like the idea of his shell splitting and deploying hard light weapons/rocket launchers/etc sort of like in canon.

battleshell/misc notes - i'm thinking his battleshell is controlled using the pink sensor on the back of his coat, possibly in combination with his headset. it floats behind him by default and is sturdy enough to protect his back, but he can also freely fly it around like a drone if he wants. the holes on the side are mainly for the spider arms and the banners(?) and handles(?) with the blue/pink gradient are made of hard light and only appear when the shell is in use.

i imagine like in the series, his tech here isn't necessarily very reliant on his vision/powers; much of it he likely made himself long before he received a vision and he just uses his vision to enhance it.

his burst is a barrage of missiles from his shell that lock onto an enemy and deal a large burst of electro damage in an AOE. not sure if i want his skill to be a deployable or some sort of electro-infusion/boost 🤔 maybe something that involves deploying his shell to boost his damage while leaving him vulnerable, like a glass canon? though i'm not sure he'd be that sort of risk-taker... 😅 dunno! his signature weapon would totally be his tech bo though.

that's about all i can think of. thanks for reading!

[the-monkeies-girl]

Would Koba have an lataction kink?(you know… because of his mommy issues…since his mother died when he was very young)👀

Poor reader breasts during the pregnancy… Koba need to leave some milk for the baby LOL

I live in my own world and as a consequence you gets are getting this are you happy to bring out NASTY EM ARE YOU HAPPY

Below are HEAVILY NFSW HEADCANONS. ( 18+ ) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK THANKS!

Caesar:

Oral fixation ( Giving, not as much receiving. The king of giving head, can spend the entire time doing it with no problem as long as long as it brings you pleasure. Finds incredible satisfaction in getting you worked up with just his tongue and will delve in futher by pressing his teeth against you. Makes your entire body flush with want. )

Praise Kink. ( Give this Ape a good compliment in the middle of it? He IS ALL OVER YOU and will urge you to continue. Caesar likes to hear those things from you, they truly do make him feel confident. The more you give, the faster Caesar will be to mount you and take what he wants. )

Orgasm Control. ( Likes to have the power over you and will keep that power by controlling when you cum. Very disappointed if you do unravel before Caesar allots it but it's okay, he'll just start over again, this time even slower to teach you a lesson. )

Noa:

Size Kink. ( You can pry this out of my little hands that he does not enjoy BEING SO MUCH BIGGER AND MORE MUSCULAR THAN YOU. Really comes into play with positions if he's on top and he's able to literally crush you with his weight. Noa is signed up and will commander your entire body if you let him. )

Consensual Voyeruism. ( Oh my god Noa loves to watch you, it's so fascinating to see what Echo like. You fingering yourself for him? Holy sh--- Hats off when he tries it for himself and he's only able to get one of his larger fingers ( PLAYING INTO SIZE KINK HERE ) inside of you where as you were able to fit two, maybe three if you stretched yourself. )

Sensation Kink. ( More aimed towards you, he knows how much you love to feel his fur against you and will intentionally withdraw it at times just to get you to BEG. And boy, will you beg, arms outstretching while he's right out of reach, a rather smug smile on his face as he brings himself down JUST ENOUGH to let the tips of his fur linger against you. )

Blue Eyes:

Breeding Kink. ( WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS. )

Edging. ( something that more or less is your thing, but Blue Eyes has learned to take it as it comes when your mouth pops off his cock, now coated with your saliva. The longer you edge him, the more of his seed he has for you. Really does go hand in hand with the breeding. )

The most straight forward Pregnancy Kink. ( I have no explanation for this don't come at me okay. Just LOVES the way pregnancy suits his mate. The way your body fills out. The boobies, the heightened emotions, sex drive, all of it. He EATS IT UP. )

Koba:

( You did this to me fuck ) Lactation Kink / Breasts in general. ( Ohhhh dear god when you have a baby, good luck for those bad boys. He will willingly help you unclug a duct if you get what I mean. Also, a lot of you riding. Get those in front of his face as often as possible, will lap up if you leak against him, not to mention?? Milk on his fur?? Your scent on him so undiluted and uncontrolled? Boing. )

Bondage. ( Koba is good at hunting. Koba is good at tying up his catches. You don't think he wouldn't do the same to you and have his way with you? BAH. He would, and you would enjoy every. single. moment. Seeing you struggle against the nest with your entire body latched up? Sign the Bonobo up, and even more credit if he just listens to you whimper as you try to free yourself. )

Anal. ( DON'T LOOK AT ME. Causes you pain? Loves it, you're his little play human and he'll tear into you if he has to in order to make himself feel good. And hey, in the long run, it makes you feel good too so win/win. Genuinely finds it disgustingly fascinating how the human body is able to stretch like that and it started as a morbid curiousity. )

[watcher-bones]

Rambling again about Narinder!

> 100% realizing no matter how you look at this cat. Trust issues and emotional constipation are his issues.

This is without deviating from the cannon lore you get from dialouge. He has been locked away for a number of years by siblings he once trusted. Yes, he had Aym and Baal to keep company but look me in the eyes and tell me he comes out emotionally stable during that time.

Parts I semi headcannon, is that one a millennium of being locked away, makes physical touch weird to him. It's not a negative weird but a "it's been too long I know this is good feeling but it's too much" weird. It would take him time to readjust to any form of physical touch that wasn't explicitly under his control.

He won't admit to this either, but rather come up with the excuse that one does not simply touch a god. The whole Narilamb ship in my head is literally. Lamb helps Narinder through what is touch. What is living again. Lamb in story is aware their god is just "a little" fucked up. They love him anyway and want to see him happy. (Another ramble for another time, but Lamb in my story intended to bend the knee. Lamb is the opitiomy of "so long as you're happy")

Part 2 of headcannon, he very much has that bad, "I will ignore till I'm not mad" habit. It comes easy as he survived 1000 years in Purgatory. What's a few days... decade or two of silence to the one that betrayed them.

It's such a slow rekindle to be on speaking terms with the Lamb again.

Though I like the idea of revenge right off the bat, cuase he's angry. There is something that feels fitting to a stew of anger he's really had no way of releasing prior. He reacts in retaliation in the moment of betrayal, but after indoctrination, he's spent. From god to a more mortal like form, it takes a toll.

So he stews, while the Lamb is now dealing with the fallout. Passively watching and ignoring the lamb if they come to talk to him.

(Though if the Lamb skips routine, the Cult watches as he begins stalking the grounds for them. Of course, he doesn't miss their ramblings. He hates their guts. 🙃)

There's more in this head stew of mine, but for another time, cuase words are hard >3>

>Narinder be bo bum borinder

[lizandbo]

okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time

i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3

Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima

I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me

Masterlist

Tsukishima

Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP

When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes

He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨

If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response 

But most times he goes to your games without you knowing 

Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you

Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly 

But man when he does see you?

Bros gonna explode from being flustered 

He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that

Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?

Anygays 

He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball

Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards 

Nice balance 

and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)

When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process

He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all

You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki

You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat 

“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”

“You did better than last time ig, moron”

“You were here last time too??” 

“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”

“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“

“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening 

Bokuto

He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day

Even before you were dating

It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day

Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much 

But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao

ANYWAYS 

IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY

ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O

Vvvv proud baby 

Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive 

“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”

“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”

“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”

When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death

You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style  and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you

“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“

“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”

“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”

“Booooo”

Kuroo 

Also a vvv proud baby

Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late

Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you

But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped

You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled 

“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way

“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”

“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there

“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile

“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”

“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”

Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh

SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS

rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time 

Analyzes your movements a lot 

But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing 

Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard 

Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”

Always gives you a meaningful hug too

Kisses are also a definite must

One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips

It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you

Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit

It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game

Sometimes laughs at how cute you are

Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need

[chereus]

Save a Horse, ride a cowboy | JJ. Maybank

Summary; Reader gets back from a trip to the mainlands and just wants to make sweet sweet love to her boyfriend.

Pairings; JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Somnophilia!!, DUBCON!!, pegging, slight mommy kink, best friends sister, usage of a v!brator, (kinda) established secret relationship, P IN V contact with no protection *I’M UNWELL, OK.*, very minimal editing —lemme know if I missed any please!

Cherries Notes; y’all. What in the hell is this? I just imagine John B waking up to absolutely violent moaning and thinking, “what the fuck?” Because honestly, he’s not wrong.

Cherries Notes PT2; don’t bully me ok, this work is literally from months ago. I barley recognize my own writing.

Word count; 2.1k

JJ has been extremely horny all this past week. To the point where he could just think about his girlfriend and get hard. Unfortunately she was on a trip to the mainlands with her friends. It was extremely frustrating to not be able to talk to his best friend about his girl troubles considering this girl in particular was his sister.

Ever since their dad got lost at sea John B became her father figure and would absolutely flip if he found out that they were together. JJ wasn’t too concerned about it since he knew that even though John B would be absolutely furious in the beginning, there’s no way he could stay mad at his lifelong best friend and someone he considered to be his brother.

So here he laid, in the humid dark room of the chateau thinking of how he was going to nail his little sister when she got back. In this very room. He was thinking about how first he’d teasingly kiss her plump lips and wrap his hand delicately around her throat as their tongues messily tangled together. About every time she’s pull back for air he’d smile into her kiss and pull her back in further.

About how he would move his hands up and down her body in a way they both know only he could do to her. About how he’d smush their entangled bodies together by the widest part of her hips. About how he’d fall back on the bed and take her with him by her thighs and have her straddle him. And most of all he was thinking about how much he missed her.

How while he explicitly missed her touch and deep romantic kisses and the hidden desire in her eyes he also missed the way she’d snort when she laughed. Or when she got angry and she’d pout. Or when she would take care of him when he she knew he had a bad day. Or when she knew he just needed comfort.

The thought of her not coming back was sending JJ into a mindset that he wasn’t equipped to deal with when she wasn’t here, ironically enough. So he decided that going to sleep would be the best option right now.

It was the wee hours of the morning by the time that you got back to find JJ curled up in your bed sleeping. You smiled softly and thought about how last week before your trip you had talked about wake up sex. JJ was more than happy to indulge in that fantasy. In fact he more than begged and pleaded for you to start the gracious level of kinky shit you guys were into right away. You had slept the entire car ride home so you were energized just enough to mount your boyfriend like a horse and ride him into the sunrise.

You knew how heavy of a sleeper JJ was so there was no need to be extremely quiet. You did however take caution in the fact that he looked harder than a rock and hadn’t been touched by anyone other than himself in a a little over a week so he’d be extremely sensitive when you tried to touch him. You knew exactly what the man liked. And what he liked was to not be in control all the time. He absolutely adored when you’d boss him around in bed. And even more so he enjoyed being the brat everyone knew he was. You had been teasing him on the phone all week just getting him riled up so you could go for hours when you got back.

Setting your bags in her closet you pull out a medium sized black box with all of your favorite sexual related things. You scan the box looking for four bundles of rope and your strap on harness. Deciding to be nice you take out your and JJ’s favorite attachment. An 7 inch long duel ended vibrating dildo. You love it because fits perfectly snug inside you while you giving the best performance of your life.

As you move to tie JJ to the bed you could help but smile at the sight of him cuddling the pillow in place of you. Continuing with the task at hand you slowly remove the pillow from JJ’s death grip. He turns and groans at this action which you find equally as cute. Even in his sleeping form he always has to be touching you in some way. When you successfully get both of his wrists tied to the headboard you move on to his ankles. You notice how he’s starting to stir a little from his restricted movement so you take that as a sign to move faster.

A few minutes later you have successfully tied your boyfriend to the bed and we’re beginning to quickly strip your clothes off. The quicker you went the hornier you got. JJ always slept practically naked anyways. It seemed that his horniness got the best of him tonight and he was completely naked. But usually anything short of just his boxers was too hot. You definitely didn’t complain. Easy access.

As you moved to approach the bed you stopped by your nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube that occupied the tight space of the upper drawer. Also easy access.

Crawling over JJ you sat directly in the middle of his thighs so when he woke up he would see you pounding into him. Luckily you’d tied his legs far enough apart that you didn’t have to worry about wiggle room as there was plenty.

You started by kissing his hip bones and then working your way up his perfectly chiseled abs kissing one after the other. He softly moaned in his sleep from your feathery kisses. Once you made your way up through his stomach and chest you quietly nudged your face with his, brushing your lips over his own. He groaned with the sudden attention not wanting it to stop. You quietly pulled away and sat down on your calves. Lubing up the toy adequately and lubing the rim of his anus. His cock twitched and he deeply groaned at the cool sensation.

Lining up the toy and his delicate hole you slowly start to push in. JJ let’s out a loud moan and his eyes shoot open. You ignore him and speed up gently. Your thrusts were beginning to get deeper and JJ is still half asleep moaning his heart out.

“What the fu—” he groggily starts but the words soon die on his lips as you thrust a particularly rough thrust. You lean forward and kiss him on the lips and mutter an ‘I love you’.

As your thrusts begin to get deeper and faster the other end that had currently resided up your vagina begins to hit every nook and cranny of your vaginal cavity. You couldn’t hold the moan that was brewing in your throat and certainly not when you heard JJ mutter “harder”, along with a strangled moan.

The deeper he moaned the harder you went. At some point you remembered that this toy had a remote that made it vibrate and you took full advantage of that. Grabbing the remote from the right side of the bed you don’t hesitate in quickly cranking it up.

You could tell that JJ was doing more than stellar as he couldn’t even form complete sentences out of pure pleasure. This created a massive grin to spread across your face in euphoria. JJ was right, you should’ve done this so much sooner.

As you thrusted in the deepest, most sensitive parts of your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but just put your hands anywhere and everywhere. JJ seemed to appreciate the warmth of your petite hands as your nails dug into him wherever they could find a spot. He was getting close you could tell by the slight arch in his back and the furrow of his brows. One last time your hands slid down his inner thighs scraping with your nails before you gently grabbed his swollen cock.

As you started to rub up and down JJ’s face twisted in fiery bliss. He was so close but so far. Watching him get absolutely demolished by something he did to you on a weekly basis had something deep in you stirring. As you came up on your high you started to rub harder and faster on him. His moans were unrecognizable at this point. You’d never heard him make those sounds before. They were deep and husk like. It would’ve sent you over the edge if you weren’t so focused on giving your boyfriend the time of his life.

One sharp trust later and JJ was spurring hot cum all over your hand and his stomach. Before your you removed your hand from his sensitive member and lifted it to your mouth and licked it all up you made sure to turn the vibrator on low as to not cause too much overstimulation. He attentively watched you preform all your actions as he was sure to get hard again after not having a proper orgasm in over a week.

His eyes widened as you resumed your thrust. “W-what are you doing?” He finally spoke.

“Good morning sunshine. How’d you sleep?” You menacingly taunted. If he wasn’t too fucked out to come up with a response he’d demand that you untie him immediately and let him maul you like a bear.

He whined as your slow speed made him feel like he was about to explode. You just laughed in his face as he would do to you.

“Baby, you wanna make mommy feel good don’t you? Hmm?” You asked reaching down to kiss him everywhere but the lips.

His submissive side was showing and you couldn’t savor enough of it. He mumbled a quiet, “yes.” That made your heart clench in awe.

You were careful not to cause too much overstimulation for him as it made him physically uncomfortable but just enough for you both to start sweating like bitches in heat.

You cranked the volume back up to full speed and everything was buzzing. Your head flew back in pleasure. You wanted, no needed JJ to be touching you. You rested deep inside of him while you untied his arms from the bed frame.

“Touch me JJ I need to feel your hands on me.” You eagerly demanded. JJ wasted no time in pulling you down to his level and kissing you like his life depended on it.

Your thrusts became sloppy at this angle so JJ hoisted you in place so the vibrator inside you was hitting directly the right spots. Your kisses mended with his to insure that neither of you knew who was breathing who’s air. Your hands hadn’t left JJ’s hips since your turn to finish and it was driving him crazy.

Just before you tipped over the edge JJ lifts up his head and says, “fuck, your so gorgeous.” And you were sent spiraling and cursing as your thrusts almost completely stopped and you realized JJ had came again without you even touching him or even acknowledging that he was there other than for your pleasure the second round.

You quickly shut all the vibrating devices off and removed your strap on. The thin layer of sweat covering your entire body was enough to make you chuckle at what just happened.

“I don’t think I give you enough credit J, that’s a lot harder than it looks.” You say lifting yourself from the bed.

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna take all the credit,” he sarcastically murmured from his same spot as you untied his ankles.

“Oh ya, come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” You said dragging him from his middle of the bed antics.

When he finally tried to stand up from the side of the bed he immediately sat back down with widened eyes, “I don’t think I give you enough credit y/n, that’s a lot harder than it looks.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna take all the credit,” you laughed back helping him up.

As you were cleaning each other up and washing each other in the shower he bent down and gave you a long slow kiss and clearly said, “I love you more.” With a smile on his face.

[byhuenii]

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ matching halloween costumes w/ jjk men

AN: listen yes i know IM 5 days late to halloween but who gives a fuck! i love me halloween i love me some matching halloween costumes and i love me some jjk men. simple girl with simple needs 🤷‍♀️ Fem!reader BTW

Included: Gojo Geto Nanami Toji Choso !!

Gojo Satoru - Beast Boy and Raven

at first he was totally against the idea of turning his hair green because duh it was what made satoru satoru! but with some little convincing he caved in (YES!)

he knew of beast boy and raven is what he told you but he didn’t he really didn’t have a childhood to which he could watch cartoons, so he had to look up beast boy and robin he even watched some clips of just beast boy and raven. he wanted to fit the role—the more he watched the more he was convinced yeah he is beast boy.

and when the costumes finally came in on time for shoko’s halloween party, he was already in character. instead of calling you princess baby he now calls you mama. you can’t lie it makes you giggle at how dedicated he is. and to be honest he really just wanted to see you in that body suit with tights and a cape. before and during the party he couldn’t keep his hands off you. (he is so beast boy :c)

Geto Suguru - Woody and Bo Peep

at first he was confused like, why would you want to be dolls? why couldn’t you be like mario and princess peach? but no you had to convince him to be woody and bo peep. it took some actual convincing a whole powerpoint presentation.

he knew of those two already since you loved doing toy story, it was your comfort movie. your go to movie. your my personality movie. he still never got the whole appeal of it still. it wasn’t like you two were doing anything it was just going to be a simple chill at home handing candy to kids while satoru and shoko were there being themselves annoying geto. so when he put the costume on the day of halloween he looked himself in the mirror laughing. you who was confused thought he liked it oh so wrong. he thought he looked stupid,

you were already in the living room with satoru and shoko talking. he wanted to walk out without the costume but he knew you had always wanted to match as bo peep and woody—he put it back on and sucked it up. satoru being satoru of course laughing at suguru but he didn’t care suguru did it for you. (he would look so cute as woody with his long hair/man bun DONT @ ME.)

Nanami Kento - Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON NANAMI. that man is such a gentleman he doesn’t care what you guys are for halloween, as long as you’re happy that’s all that mattered to him. he never cared for halloween it was just a silly holiday to dress up, this was serious for you SERIOUS BUSINESS.

the two of you binged watched every single disney princess movie and you came to the conclusion he liked tangled the most. there was just something about the movie he liked it. you immediately ordered everything for the costume so when he finally out it on, it was game over. it was like he was fit perfectly for the role as flynn ryder. he thought he looked good but when you put on the costume you looked amazing to him,

something about the corset and longer hair did something to him, got him giggling kicking his feet! you could say the same. the white open top button with the vest…it was like his normal attire but just more flynn ryder. safe to say he had kiss stains all over his face

Fushiguro Toji - The chef and Remy the rat

Listen you are basically already toji’s sugar mommy cause that boy cannot hold a job and for that why don’t we give him a job on halloween as a one of the many chefs from ratatouille!

you moreover the rat wouldn’t maybe say remy but definitely a cute ass rat! toji was all for it until you put on the ears. he looked at you all weird like you were some human sized rat which you weren’t. you literally had a grey corset white skirt and rat ears. CUTE rat ears. he wouldn’t even kiss you or hug you because he thought he would be seen as a rat lover like what??

you didn’t care you looked cute and took picture cause at the end of the day your goal was just to make you and your greasy boyfriend look cute together, maybe you should’ve done ghost face but who cares you were a cute rat.

Choso Kamo - Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy

it was a last minute costume, both of you weren’t going to do anything but remembered you could just walk around Shibuya! …well itadori invited you two because he knew you two would laze around on the couch watching cheap horror movies on the TV with some popcorn that was probably too stale for you two to eat.

and with last minute costumes calls for last minute shopping and what did you find? some spiderman suits. i mean take what you can get and don’t throw a fit! choso was skeptical cause its just a bodysuit, he would be exposed! but he still bought it, and man that shit formed his body perfectly, his abs were outlined his biceps.

the two of you ended up just throwing on some sweats/cargos over the bodysuit and called it a day. choso had the mask hang out of his front pocket, you just wanted to grab it wrap it around his neck and pull him into infinite kisses. yuuji thought you two looked so cute with the matching costume! if yuuji likes the costume and you like the costume that is all that mattered to choso, he was happy loving every moment he spent with you and yuuji.

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ THE GRANDEST GAME

["Riddles are for people who enjoy playing,” .... “Do you consider yourself playful, Mr. Hawthorne?”]

| ✮ 4 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [!!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!] this is very long guys sorry

ok so *cracks knuckles* lets talk about tgg

!!warning i'm finishing this like four days after i read tgg so i might've forgotten things because reading until 2am and remembering what i read is apparently a hard thing for me to do!!

first of all.... JLB, you and i need to have a chat because that ending was not okay. you literally just left us with no answers. seriously. what the hell????? and while i wanna kick my feet and scream because we got two kisses and then you had to go ahead and ruin it in the span of two or three pages and give us that shitty ending.

i would like to point out one question i had through out the book, which was why was grayson playing? what was the point of that???? like seriously was there an actual need for him to play or was it just jameson, avery, xander and nash fucking with him? whatever it was it didn't make sense and just felt like jlb was trying to shove lyra and grayson into forced proximity so they could interact.

speaking of thatttt i love graysonlyra and rohansav (more thoughts on sav later) the banter the looks the touches the everything i love it sm omg AND AVERYJAMESON!!!!!!! THE CRUMBS WE WERE GETTING MADE ME SO HAPPY OMG!!! I CAN DIE HAPPY!!

i will say i feel jlb really did pull out all the stops for this book the different levels of everyone's connection and knowledge of how to solve the riddles/puzzles (i was literally CLUELESS) like how does one make all that connect. the level of detail was insane connecting books and characters together just weaving some kind of intricate web of characters.

and at first i did feel like the game felt really short but i think that was just my 2am dumbass brain forgetting this is only the first part of the game lol. i did kinda hope there would be more like running around and trying to solve things on the actual island not stuck in a house though but who knows whats happening in the next book soooo

it did get very confusing there with calla (who is fucking INSANE BY THE WAY!!! SHE TORTURED KNOX??? WTF????) and the whole calla lily thing with lyra and odette was confusing af. so its like calla (the person) has a connection with knox and brady and then a calla lily has a connection with odette and lyra (also kinda gray cause he knows abt it i guess)

and and and and im a die hard gigislate shipper (and brady daniels hater) so im praying that we get an enemies to lovers with gigi and slater where he's forced to be mean/hate or wtv because of *gags* eve and then its like oop no im breaking you out of here idc what eve thinks because i only care abt you. ESPCIALLY because gigi was talking abt how no ones ever looked at her the way jameson looks at avery throughout the book (SOMEBODY HIRE ME FR)

OK THATS ENOUGH RAMBLING ITS TIME TO FOR THE CHARACTERS

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

lyra - ok i love her. she was such a good strong character it was so much fun to read about her interactions (with grayson 😏) she was actual so wife material but idk why i felt like i wasnt allll that into her character too much like i love her but didn't really feel connected with her?? idk she was a very good fmc to read about tho!! but i do wanna know about miles end and her whole connection with her dead dad (who btw is an ass who tf kills themself in front of a FOUR YEAR OLD???) and whoever's stalking here (honestly i had a whole ass thing thinking its ALL PROBABLY EVE LIKE SHE WOULDA DONE THAT MUCH RESEARCH OR SOMETHING or maybe eve was js there for gigi) but now i think it might've been something to do with alice. who knows honestly

gigi - this is my time to shineeeeee. if gigi has zero fans i am dead (and slater bc im delusional like that) i love gigi so much omg. she's my no 1 girl i love her. my girl just needs someone to love her fr she talks through out the book about how she wants to be looked at with so much love (she thought it was brady BUT NO EW) i loved reading from her perspective abt how she just wanted to prove that she was good enough to be in the game AND SHE IS!!! im still bitter about her getting kicked out of the game - AND IM NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE WHOLE KIDNAPPING AT THE END (GIGISLATE ENEMIES TO LOVERS WHEN????)

rohan - marry me. thats it. honestly just marry me. u need to work on ur nicknames tho- it was super interesting to read about his way of think and the whole labyrinth thingy lol. there wasn't too much more about his backstory tho WHICH IM SO INVESTED IN FR. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS FIRST MEMORY IS DROWNING????

savannah - girboss fr. she could step on me and i'd say thank you. its really interesting to me how (obviously) she's been manipulated by eve and it'll be super interesting to see how jlb will play out her whole revenge plan. she's extremely driven which is admirable and a good characters (she's literally like a female grayson imo - which also reminds me of that one scene where she goes "i am grayson hawthornes sister" which made me smile so big fr)

there are so many characters oml

knox - ok so my buddy boy knox. broski, brozilla, broville, brother from another mother, u need a hug? i didn't really like him in the beginning tbh he was a moody lil girl working through his issues. but after a while when he warmed to gigi it was nice to see the softer side to him (which tbh wasnt for very long until oop trauma dumpppp) but seriously oml knox baby the scar???? imma find calla fr (jlb cant write new characters also why complicate the shit out of everything and have a calla lily be relevant to lyra and also have calla be a person???) i did like how sweet/soft he was with gigi when she fell though that warmed my heart.

odette - iconic grandma shit tbh. she was third wheeling the entire time and at some points actually seemed like she was shipping them but then two seconds later she was warning them? saying no? idk the whole 'seizure' thing seems faker than eve's lies. and the fact she instantly gave brady the watch after gigi said no. like um what about knox? idk if thats js my brady hate coming through here though so yeah idk if i trust her or not (bet everyone is working for eve except for gigi, lyra and rohan)

grayson - marry me. love me. choose me. pls. i'd do ANYTHING. my simping for this man aside. IT WAS SO GODDAMN REFRESHING TO SEE A HEALING GRAYSON. like yes. it made me so happy to see him admit he was wrong but also know that its okay to be wrong skdjhaasd. this is so short because i love him and cant write proper thoughts about him fr.

brady - *cracks even more knuckles* brady daniels....... you know i've always wanted to know what it'd be like to write a hate paragraph. i guess im finding out now. i hate him. literally. i have unbridled hate for this man - who by the way still shocks me that he's only 20 he acts like he saw the fucking first world war. its one of the reasons i never liked him like he sooo took advantage of gigi's smartness and kindness like HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING during the game gigi carried the entire team and when she refused to take odette's watch and then him instantly taking it. ICKKKK don't even mention how he lied abt his mom like dude just admit it you knew you were fucking cooked in that fight and the only way you could win was by lying. AND WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE BOMBSHELL ABOUT HOW (i cant remember his name but the dude who raised knox, calla and brady) died??? and then being a little shit and dropping gigi's heart. like we get it u dumbass man child u think you're clever cause u can speak so many languages and read even more but NO. i was onto you, i never trusted your crusty old man ass. like he even touched gigi without her permission (on the stomach) which so gross to me, the dogshit under my shoe can do better than you brady. seriously. i hate him. i'm the leader and founder of the I HATE BRADY DANIELS CLUB. so thats at least something to sate my anger. help this got so long 😭

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [i'm putting like two because this already wayyyyy to long for anyone to actually bother reading.]

"you will come back to me, or i will make you come back to me." - grayson

"Beside Avery, Jameson was looking at her like she was the sun and the moon and the stars and eternity, all rolled into one." - gigi

"give me your eyes sweetheart." - grayson

if you're here at the end of this *APPLAUSE* i commend you on getting through that kilometre of my shit thoughts. have a piece of cake 🍰

[charliedawn]

Hi Charlie! Kindly coming into your ask box- First of all how are you? I adore your stories, I read them whenever I'm feeling down and it's perfect whenever I want to forget about my real life problems haha.

I was wondering how would the slashers react to a Hungarian y/n? Obviously I never found anyone writing about this scenario, for we 'hungries' are few. I'm actually Székely (Hungarians who speak the older version of the language and live in a different region than actual Hungarians), which means I'm Transylvanian. Like how would they react finding out that reader can literally move around with a bottle of alcohol on their head without it sliding off? Having long hair that is traditionally braided in two, and red ribbons braided in it (this is female case, which means the girl is 'on the market'), being able to speak multiple languages, meeting bears every single month given living in forest mountains, and owning traditional clothes that in old times mean high status? I'm sorry that this sounds so personal but like all my life (ever since I found out about slashers) I wanted to know how one might react to this kind of situation, given most fandoms, OBVIOUSLY include English reader. You can ignore if you want and sorry if u don't understand what I wrote :')

If you don't want to write for this (like I feel like I'm being too specific and personal with things) then I guess how they would react to reader with an interesting accent- all my English friends told me they love how I speak it's funny for them. Sending hugs and kisses I adore ur work <3

No need to apologize ! My pleasure. This is a really unique and interesting request, and I had fun searching what a Székely reader would be like. I hope I did it right. 😆

Slashers React to a Székely Reader

Jason Voorhees

Jason, being deeply connected to his own forested home, would be fascinated by your experiences with bears. He’s used to dealing with intruders, but meeting a bear every month ? That’s next-level survival. He’d probably view you as someone incredibly strong and capable, which earns you a lot of respect in his eyes. Your ability to balance a bottle on your head would both impress and confuse him—he’d tilt his head like how ? He is a clumsy man and if he tried the same, no bottle would survive. If you let him touch your traditional clothes, he’d be extra careful, appreciating the craftsmanship and the colors.

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t react outwardly, but he watches. A lot. He’d probably test your balancing skills by suddenly throwing something your way while you’re carrying the bottle. If you catch it without dropping the bottle, you’d get a slow approving nod. He might also silently grab a red ribbon from your hair, just to see how you react—if you snatch it back, he’ll keep doing it just to mess with you. But, he would also appreciate the traditions and understand your connection to nature—since nature is fairly important to him as well. If you could, he would ask you to learn the language. True, he would not be able to speak it—but just hearing it would make him happy. He would also ask you to teach him your traditional dishes.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would fixate on your braids and ribbons. He’d like the idea of your clothes being a ‘status’ marker since Brahms is from a higher-class family himself. But the ribbons…he would like them, but might get possessive, asking you to remove the ribbons or change their color so others don’t think you’re ‘on the market.’ Because you are not. You are HIS friend. No sharing or letting someone take you away from him. He’d also adore your ability to speak multiple languages, insisting you talk to him in Hungarian just so he can hear how it sounds. Your traditional clothes ? He’d want you to wear them all the time in the manor, seeing them as regal and elegant.

Bo & Vincent Sinclair

Bo would act like he’s unimpressed but would secretly be very intrigued. He’d tease you about the bottle-balancing trick—"Alright, but can ya do that while runnin’ ?"—but would absolutely brag about it to tourists before luring them into his trap. He would show them your trick and kill them while they are dumbstruck. Or he would ask you to bring his beers like that—and exclusively like that. And when he first saw you in your traditional clothes ? He was mesmerised. You looked like a damn princess. When you told him what the braids and ribbons meant though…Bo suddenly grabbed your braids and quickly pulled your braids loose…On the market ? Like hell you are…

Vincent, on the other hand, would love your traditional clothes. He’d want to sketch you in them, fascinated by the detail and historical meaning behind them. He would love to take pictures of you too. He would ask you about your culture and be really interested. He would also be impressed by the bottle trick and would immediately inform Bo because Bo would be impressed too for sure.

Norman Bates

Norman would see you as someone from another world—elegant, mysterious, and old-fashioned in the best way. He’d be captivated by your hair and the meaning behind the ribbons, maybe a little too curious about your availability status. If you ever wear your traditional clothes, he’d compare you to an old painting, romanticizing it. Your survival stories about the mountains and bears would leave him both impressed and slightly intimidated.

Norman *comes up behind you and slowly wraps his arms around you from behind* : "…Te vagy gyönyörű, drágám."

He would learn the recipes for Székely Gulyás (Székely stew), Puliszka (A cornmeal dish similar to polenta, eaten with cheese, milk, or stew) and Töltött Káposzta (Stuffed cabbage, a staple at Székely celebrations) to surprise you.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy would not take you seriously at first—until he sees the bottle trick. Then, suddenly, he’s got a new game to play. He’d try to mess with you by making dream versions of your traditional clothes wrong just to see if you notice the inaccuracies. He’d also probably joke about the bears—"So, what, you got one as a pet ?" If you start speaking Hungarian with him, though ? He’d hate it—he loves running his mouth, and now he doesn’t know what you’re saying. He would have to get a dictionary. He doesn’t like reading.

Pennywise & Penny

Pennywise would see you as someone tied to old traditions, which he respects in a strange way. He’d enjoy the idea of you carrying history with you. Penny, on the other hand, would love that you meet bears regularly—he’d probably insist that the next time you see one, you have to bring him along. The bottle-balancing trick ? Oh, now it’s a game. He’d try to distract you just to see if you mess up.

Penny would definitely imitate you and laugh as he starts dancing with three bottles on his head.

Jack Torrance

Jack would instantly bond with you over alcohol—if you can balance a bottle on your head, you must know good drinks, right ? He’d want to drink with you, hear your stories, and maybe even try balancing a bottle himself (bad idea). Your language skills would impress him, but he’d be especially curious about your encounters with bears—probably comparing it to his experiences in the snowy Overlook. He would also use you as an inspiration for his work and ask you questions about your traditions. He would also be interested in learning your language.

Ghostface! Eddie Munson

Eddie would be so hyped about your skills. "Dude, that’s metal as hell ! You walk around with a bottle on your head and survive bear encounters ? Like…what ?" He’d immediately ask you to teach him your language, failing horribly but loving every second. Your traditional clothes would remind him of a fantasy character, and he’d start calling you things like “the warrior queen of Transylvania.” He’d also be obsessed with the fact that you speak multiple languages—every time you switch to Hungarian, he’d dramatically pretend to swoon.

You: "A mosolyod beragyogja a napomat."

Him *looking at you with a big smile* : "I didn’t understand a single word that just came out of your mouth, but I love it."

[thewriterowl]

Luke Skywalker is Mand’alor

Now that season 3 is done and I was able to stew over it, I find myself liking it more than the initial watch (not in love but I know it is that final scene that has made it loads better/worth it)...but I LOVE the idea more on Luke is the rightful ruler of Mandalore due to the ridiculous line of defeat of the Darksaber

Can you imagine?? We’ve had so much fun watching Din “my god let me just be a side character in my own show” Djarin do his thing...but Luke?? The guy who keeps getting pushed as the center of the galaxy? The poor guy. He already has to deal with being a “shared” Chosen One with his formerly very evil father, seen as a galactic hero who “single handedly” (he keeps saying this is not the case) took out the Empire, reviving a culture that was genocide-d basically on his own (his aunt seems to not be very involved in his life???), going on near-death missions still after doing his Chosen One duties...and now is a king by some weird technicality??

Do you know how DONE he would be???

Because he defeated his father, who defeated Kenobi, who defeated Maul? Or because he defeated his father who defeated the Emperor who defeated Maul? OR  because he defeated his father who defeated Ahsoka who defeated Maul? 

Luke would try to say, “The Emperor defeated me!” or “I didn’t win against my father, technically!” or “Weren’t at least one of those previous matches a draw or something???” or “Surely with all the hands it’s been passed around to the line was officially broken?????”. And like all of them have a counter-argument that still leads back RIGHT TO HIM because, even IF Anakin defeated the Emperor who defeated Luke, he still ADMITS that Luke defeated him by saving him from the Darkside with like his dying breath!! Or, even better because it is the words from Din in the season, he defeated the enemy who defeated/captured/cornered Din & Bo-Katan on the cruiser--cause, within the scene, it is heavily implied they were all about to die (aka be defeated) if he hadn’t shown up!

There is like literally no escape from it!

He literally just wants to be a teacher, like a pre-school teacher at this point and do fun flips over rocks while doing things to make people happy and not kill any more.

And he is made to be a king of a “cursed” planet of a former enemy.

Because of COURSE a Skywalker would have that luck.

[balancingdiet]

So i just finished the movie earlier and I am in so much feels right now HAHAHA. Just a mini rant regarding the movie! MAJOR spoilers ahead

i'm so happy i went in blind for the movie so i literally have 0 information about it. The only thing I know was Heiji and Kaitou Kid were gonna be it. So colour me surprise when there were a lot more easter eggs and fun references to canon scenes than I expected, and I do semi-enjoy them. But I was truly SHOOKEDTH when Aoko appeared. I literally gasped and was screaming internally in the cinema because MY BABY GIRL??? While it made sense that she should be there when Inspector Nakamori was shot, I still didn't expect her to be included in the movie at all. Every scene with her were the best moments I had tbh, followed closely by Kaitou Kid's angst when he couldn't save Inspector Nakamori (hmm yes i love the pain and guilt and emotional distress HAHAHAH) I would probably need a second or third watch to fully grasp how they solve the riddles to the treasure thingy, but I'm okay to cast that concern aside in exchange for enjoyable, strong character-driven moments! But sadly, the dynamics were kinda lacking in this movie for me. There were just so many things going on, with the confession plan, then the murder, then the kidnapping, then the riddle, then the story of the swords... you get it. This movie had so many things going on that nothing was going on at the same time? I felt like if I were to watch any other movie with Heiji&Conan/Kid&Conan/Heiji&Kid in it, their dynamics would be the same and underdeveloped. In fact, what I love were actually the unconventional or lesser popular dynamics? Like I mentioned, Aoko really steal the show, and I enjoyed her interaction with Conan and referencing to Kaito's younger self LOL. And when Ran noticed and was supportive of Heiji's confession plan, their moments were super nice and cute too! (Though it was no shocker when Heiji's confession was ruined, once again. At this point I really do feel bad for him.) Now, to the important part: the cousin reveal HAHAHHAHA When Heiji asked Conan if he has a sibling or something, I was kinda "hmm??", but I didn't thought they would really go with the reveal in this movie. While being a KaiShin shipper, I still adore ShinRan and KaiAo a lot (those KaiAo crumbs cured my sadness HAHAHA). I'm not sure if I would incorporate this new reveal into any future KaiShin fics (if I'm writing any), but still I am kinda disappointed that they decided to reveal it this way, like it's just a "by the way thing". But what was worse was that Toichi is indeed really alive, with this information backed and followed up since the Midnight Crow arc in Magic Kaito Manga. This "plot twist" actually felt rather flat, like it was done just for the shock factor and not for substance. Like there really wasn't a point for it? Unless the dcmk verse is really going to unite and they are going to take down the BO + Snake gang together in the future? Idk. This whole thing feels cheap... and an unnecessary plot device. Honestly, it would be a lot cooler if Phantom lady (Chikage) plays a more active role than Toichi's "Kaitou Corbeau". His actual death was what motivated and made Kaito who Kaito is today. And to just rip that away because Gosho cannot allow good characters to remain dead... is just kinda ugh. MagicKaito-verse is kinda messed up for me now and I felt a little bit sad when I walk out of the cinema after that LOL. I still love DCMK and I will always adore all the characters in my heart (bigger shoutout to Aoko though LOL), but I just hope that whatever direction Gosho takes with the story, it's for the better: Rather than relying on the characters to make the plot interesting, he should address/better the plot that drives the characters to complete their interesting stories. Not sure if this make sense but yeah. Oh well, if you have read till this far, thank you for hearing my long rant! I do feel a bit better after this HAHAHAHA

[loveandmurders]

A new addition in the family (Sinclair daughter!reader)

It has been a hot minute since I posted for Sinclair daughter!reader, so I really hope you'll enjoy this <3

This is a requested fic about a woman appearing in the Sinclairs’ lives, as their potential wife and mother. You can find the request here.

Warnings: reader is jealous, lost and insecure, a little bit of angst, mention of killing and violence, happy ending.

You had always lived with your fathers (and Jonesy) only.

Because of your past, you had never looked for your biological parents (if they threw you in the pit, you really had no reason to meet them).

In all honesty, Bo was quite happy you didn’t ask to find them, because he was pretty certain he would have murdered them for the way they treated you.

For a long time, you were the only girl living in Ambrose, and you liked it that way, even if, sometimes, you wished you weren’t the only one.

But you wished for friends, not for a mother.

Actually, you saw the way your parents worshipped their own mother - and even kept her in the church to play her funeral over and over again - and it was quite scary. You didn’t want to have that kind of relationship with anyone.

You were half aware that your parents were intense, and that you would probably not react that way, but you weren’t too sure.

You were happy that way anyways. And you had three adults keeping an eye on you pretty much all the time, so it was more than enough for you. As a teen now, you were really not sure you would be able to stand to have another adult monitoring you.

Plus, you liked to have the three men’s attention all on you and on no one else. It made you feel important and loved.

You instantly noticed something was off that day when you saw Bo flirting with a tourist. Of course, you had seen him flirt with so many women before, but it was different. There was a light in his eyes… You could tell he had a soft spot for her.

It instantly worried you.

You were happy to be the only girl in Ambrose because you were certain they wouldn’t replace you with anyone else. But if they invited someone else to your home… Would the brothers still love you like they used to? Wouldn't you be in the way of their romantic and sexual life?

She wasn’t with a group. It was just her.

She was so pretty. So so pretty.

And her laugh was so soft and nice.

She was literally the embodiment of the beautiful housewife you saw sometimes on TV. But unlike these characters on TV, she was smart and funny. You noticed she easily made Bo laugh as he started to check on her car.

When he put his hand on the little of her back to guide her inside the garage, you just couldn’t stand it, and you had to intervene.

You wanted to remind Bo he had a daughter already, which meant he didn’t need anyone else in his life.

You entered the garage, trying to play it cool. “Daddy, can ya give me your phone; need to call Papa and my phone’s dead right now” you said. You didn’t need to call Lester, but it didn’t matter.

Bo turned to you. He wasn’t too surprised to see you there; he was used to you playing around with tourists. But he really didn’t want you here today. He was quick to give you his phone, hoping you would leave right away.

The woman smiled at you. “You’re so beautiful!” she exclaimed “What’s your name?” she asked after she had introduced herself.

You were quite stunned. You often heard tourists complimenting you, but never so sincerely. You answered her and she smiled even more.

“Bo’s a good dad, I hope,” she continued. She seemed to really like you. “I’ve wanted kids but luck hasn’t been on my side so far.” she explained.

“Yeah, he’s a good dad. Bo adopted me with his two brothers” you replied.

It never failed to make Bo smile. He gently stroked your head. “I know I’m lucky” he added and the woman watched the two of you with a lot of tenderness.

“So you have three dads?” she gently chuckled and you rolled your eyes

“Pff, yeah. Always on my back” you complained and Bo huffed

“Ya’re the one on my back right now. Go call Lester back home. I’ve some work to do” he replied as he gently pushed you away.

You didn’t find anything to say as the woman waved you goodbye.

You called Lester for him to buy you some ice cream. And you told him about the woman.

You were so surprised when he happily told you he also met her earlier and that she was very nice and sweet. You were even more surprised when you learned that both Bo and Lester had asked Vincent to leave her alone. She wasn’t going to be killed.

You thought you had something to play with Vincent so you looked for him. You didn’t find him in the basement, but you found him in the House of Wax, showing the sculptures to the woman.

Bo had told her he had quite a lot of work to do and had offered for her to check on the museum. He hadn’t thought his brother would be quick to also make a move on her.

You watched them in pure bewilderment. You had no idea what to do.

It was even worse when you found yourself, at the dinner, with the four adults together. They were all joking around as you stayed utterly silent.

You had mixed feelings about her.

She did seem nice and sweet. And she was making your fathers happy.

But what did it say about you? Weren’t you enough for them?

You didn’t need a mother in your life. And your fathers didn’t need anyone else in their existences either.

You were already a family.

Vincent was the first one to notice how lost and confused you seemed to be, so he tried to include you in the conversation.

Lester was quick to follow the lead.

You were rarely silent at the family dinner. You only shut up when you were upset (like after a fight with Bo).

The woman seemed to realise what was going on, and she started to ask you questions about your life in Ambrose.

You were a little bit reluctant to answer her at first, but Bo sent you a glance meaning he really needed you to cooperate.

You had been abandoned by your biological family once already, and you had always been a little bit scared your fathers would grow tired of you one day, no matter how much you loved each other. You didn’t want to screw this up.

So even if you weren’t the most obedient child in the world, for once, you did what your parents were expecting from you without any argument.

You answered the questions, a little bit uneasy. It wasn’t because of her questions though, just because of the situation.

You just wanted to tell her that your parents were killers, that way they would have to murder her. At the same time, you didn’t want your parents to be mad at you. It felt important to them.

As important as you were.

It was so strange.

It was even more strange when the woman left Ambrose unharmed the next morning, and then came back very often, flirting with all your fathers.

Bo was the most seductive one, and Lester the funniest. Vincent was a little bit shier because of his mask, but it made him quite soft to her.

She clearly enjoyed them all equally.

And she didn’t care one bit about the killings.

One evening, Bo asked you to go out for the night. He wanted you to stay at Lester’s place because they had a “date” with the woman. You understood they planned on having sex with her and they needed you out of the way.

You obeyed, without saying anything, which worried Bo a little but he was too distracted with that woman to really think about it for the moment.

When you came back home, the next day, your parents sat you at the kitchen table.

“So, love, we want ya to treat her like she was your mother. She’s really good, and it’ll be nice to have her around, ya’ll see.” they told you and you stayed silent for a little while

“I need no mother” you finally said

“She really likes ya and she’s a nurturing nature. Ya always complain ya’re the only girl in town. It’ll be fun, ya’ll be able to do girly stuff with her. We’ll even leave the house to the two of ya when ya’ll want to do girl’s nights. Doesn’t it sound good?” they tried to coax you.

Even if it did sound appealing, you were worried.

“Do ya still love me, though?” you asked them, almost crying.

They were quite shocked that you could believe that including someone else in their existences could change the love they had for you.

They all appeased you like they could.

Lester told you that you would be forever his daughter and his joy, that he would still do anything for you, that he wanted all of you to be happy. And he really believed they would be the perfect functioning family with her being a part of it. He really thought they needed a wife and you needed a mother. He asked you to trust him.

Vincent cuddled you and promised you that nothing would ever change. You were still his top priority. He also offered to spend more time with you in the basement so you could do some art together. He admitted he had missed this time with you lately, even if it was his own fault.

Bo waited for his brothers to leave before talking to you, because it was very serious for him. He explained to you, once again, how family was the core of everything. He told you he believed they needed a mother for you and that she was perfect. She would care for everyone, and he needed you to be good to her. But he also promised you that if the situation upsetted you, if she hurt you physically or verbally, he would kill her without a second thought. Because you were his daughter, and there was nothing more important than you.

You guessed you had a mother now.

And even if you needed some time to admit it, it was quite nice.

[blackjackkent]

Next on the docket is... Gale!

Or rather the god formerly known as Gale.

Oh boy. :P

I've been looking forward to this, to be honest, because a) I know literally nothing about this ending beyond the fact that Gale sort of looks like he's cosplaying as the love child of Zeus and the Tin Man, b) Rakha considers his surrender to his hubris one of her greater failures, because she briefly encouraged his spiral in this direction and there was no pulling him back afterwards, and c) there is no way that Gale's ego has survived this experience without becoming a Hilarious Mess.

Tara is here as well, and has been mercilessly roasting him while I've been wandering around.

Gale: "Haven't you any ambitions, Tara? I could help you, you know." Tara: "Oh? At what cost? Gale: A prayer or two would suffice. Is that so bad? Tara: The day I pray to you, Gale, is the day up is down, left is right, and tressyms are cats. Gale: So very stubborn. Tara: And don't you forget it!

Gale: Tara, you must practice acceptance. My new powers are to be utilised, not feared Tara: The only thing I fear is the ever-growing size of your ego. Gale. Gale: Oh, Tara. It hurts to be so misunderstood by my oldest friend.

Tara: *Hiss!* Gale: Tara, did you just hiss at me?! Tara: Sorry. It's a reflex when I clap eyes on something distasteful.

I decided to have Rakha talk to Tara first, and Tara immediately pivoted to roasting the shit out of Rakha in addition:

"Well, there he is. Gale in all his glory. I hope you're happy. 'The God of Ambition' - have you ever heard anything more ridiculous?"

Rakha winces. "I agree, Tara," she says. "He's not who he used to be."

(She's never met Tara, but she has heard Gale talk about her many times, so it's not hard to guess the name here. And Tara is certainly not making any pretense of not knowing who Rakha is.)

"Not in the least," the tressym snaps back acerbically. "And who lead him straight to such ridiculous notions, hmm? Who left that crown in the river where any foolish wizard could swim down and pick it up?" She hisses softly. "You were looking out for him. I expected better of you."

(A/N: The camera does not cut to Rakha at all during this conversation. I was going to use flycam to get at least a reaction shot or two but it turns out that while we're in this cutscene, Rakha's model disappears from the world entirely, as does Gale's. Very odd.)

Rakha lets out a long, heavy sigh. She can't dispute any of this; she knows perfectly well that it is her fault Gale felt emboldened to pursue this in the first place. That she was picturing a leveling of the playing field between god and man, and not Gale's unilateral ascension, doesn't change the fact that she is ultimately responsible.

"I can't deny," she says quietly, "part of me wishes I'd stopped him."

Tara squints at her for a long moment, and then matches Rakha's sigh, her wings fluttering rapidly. "As do I," she murmurs, and her tone is softer now, with less of a bite. "As do I. I know there's nothing you could've done to stop him. Not really. Once he'd decided to learn nothing from his mistakes, what use were either of our protests?"

Oddly enough, this comment makes Rakha feel rather more comforted than actual absolution might have. She feels a curious sort of comradeship with the little tressym in this moment - and perhaps Tara feels it too, for she pulls her paws under herself and peers up at Rakha thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you'd be willing to come meet Gale's mother some time?" she asks. "She misses him so, and I know it would do her heart a world of good to discuss her son with someone who knew him as he was."

(A/N: Oh. This is sad actually. :( )

Rakha blinks; this question is so outside of anything she expected from Tara that for a moment she simply stares, befuddled. She did not know Gale very well, not really; the two of them clashed as often as they agreed, if not more. What could she possibly say to his mother, who has had to watch him vanish into an ill-advised divinity born of hubris?

But who else is there, if not her?

She and Gale channeled the Weave together, shared talks of magic. Perhaps... perhaps she can speak of that...

"I'll consider it," she says hoarsely.

Tara makes a soft rumbling noise low in her throat, then nods. "See that you do. We'd love to have you," she says. "Things have been rather quiet without himself cluttering up the place."

She stretches, her tail flicking up over her back. "Enjoy your party, dear. I've heard you quite deserve a celebration."

-----

The conversation with Gale himself kicks off to a fine start:

"Goodness. Was Faerun always so... dull? Still, at least the company was worth the trip, if not the view."

Oh, boy. :P

Rakha squints slowly at him. Normally she might be concerned about the already-weird new notes to his attitude, but for a moment her attention is entirely caught by the magic soaking the air around him, dancing over his skin. She can see the intensity with which it swirls in little eddies through his very being, rather like it does for Withers, or for that demi-god playing the lute at the center of camp.

It would be stunningly beautiful if it weren't for the dark, serrated edge that reminds her all too clearly of the thrumming power of the crown in the moments before it split apart.

[WIZARD] "You carry the aura of Netheril about you," she says, her tone deliberately neutral. "Is this what the power of Karsus has done to you?"

"Not to be overly pedantic," Gale says with a slow smile, "but they are my powers now." His voice is strange; there's an odd, resonant echo around it, as if he is speaking in an enormous, high-ceilinged room rather than the open clearing where they stand.

"I imagine you're wondering how all this came to be," he says cheerfully. "The finer points of divine ascension are beyond mortal comprehension, I'm afraid, but I can provide the rudimentary sequence of events." His smile widens. "First, I retrieved the Crown of Karsus, and reforged it using a series of precise and highly-complex Netherese incancations. Then, I used it."

Rakha listens in silence. She wishes that she had the leisure to be unequivocally fascinated with the process he describes - but she is too displeased with its outcome to be able to interest herself in the magical machinations. Also, Gale is speaking just a tad slowly, his enunciation too sharp, as if talking to a child, and it is setting her teeth on edge.

"As you know," he goes on, "the orb within me was the half-formed Karsite Weave, a magic left incomplete by Karsus's self-destruction." The pale white glow of his eyes seems to flare with intensity. "I finished it. Using the Crown of Karsus, I turned it into a new form of magic, fused with my being, driven by my purpose. And then I put it to work."

He flicks his fingers, sending a ripple through the Weave around them like a small thunderclap. "As expected, Mystra was unwilling to hand over the reins of the Weave, so I've claimed dominion over another area with which I've passing familiarity."

"Ambition."

(A/N: One of the dialogue options here is "If that's the criteria for choosing a domain, you should be the God of Wasting Valuable Loot," which, while not Rakha-ish, is very funny.)

It is hard for Rakha to put her finger on exactly what is bothering her about Gale's new attitude. Perhaps it is something about the way he seems to look through her, or the way that his tone reminds her just a little too much of the Emperor, keen to establish its authority, or Raphael and Minthara and Astarion, hungry for power.

"What does the 'God of Ambition' offer to his followers?" she asks slowly, taking care to keep her tone neutral.

Gale laughs. "I 'offer' them nothing! I inspire them to seize their destinies for themselves. Great as the heights I've reached thus far may be, I've not forgotten my humble origins. In fact, they're central to my doctrine! Those drawn to the Galerian creed don't merely seek my guidance as the impressive, all-powerful being I've become."

He leans forward with a conspiratorial air towards her. "Ambition is about beginnings. It is not just about the heights, but the lows that preceded them. I was nothing - a drifting dustmote of a wizard, abandoned by my goddess, my powers lost, my reputation destroyed."

He spreads his arms wide. "And look at me now. I'm their proof. Proof their hopes are not barren wastes, but the loamy soil in which their future achievements will flourish. Proof that with ambition, anything is possible."

(A/N: There are two different dialogue options here that I like for Rakha; they're mutually exclusive in-game but I'm going to squish them together.)

Rakha's jaw works. Suddenly it clicks into place, another reason that this is making her skin crawl. It reminds her of herself - the version of herself that she has seen in scraps of paper, fragments of handwriting that she does not remember putting down. The memorandums of a blood-crazed godspawn, eager to overwhelm the whole world and crush it under her bootheels.

"And what of those with evil ambitions?" she asks tightly. "Do you encourage them too?"

"I am the god of ambition," Gale says airily, "not of the consequences of ambition. Nor am I the arbiter of good or evil, for that matter. At best, those concerned with the consequences of their actions might consult with Savras, god of divination. Though these days, I doubt he'd see them coming." He barks a soft laugh.

Rakha scowls. He is not listening to her - or if he is, he is not hearing the import of the question. "I defied my divine fate to live the life I have now," she growls. "The gods prove nothing to me that I haven't already proven to myself."

Gale's lips curl up at the corners, intent, implacable. "But you could be so much *more*," he hisses. "Trust me - I am ambition incarnate, and like seeks like. I sense it within you, even if you don't." He looks her up and down, that pale glow of his eyes seeming to burn through her. "You're not content to fade into the history books just yet," he murmurs. "In time you'll come to see that. This is only the beginning."

Rakha shudders. Does he not see how what he describes is the fulfillment of all of her worst nightmares, the return of that driving, mindless need to consume and destroy? Does he not see what he is accusing her of? Does he even care?

No. Of course he doesn't. He is lost to his own myth.

"I think it's the end," she says coldly. "Of the Gale I knew, at least."

Gale's expression goes hard. "I believed in you for so much of our journey," he says, equally icy. "It's a pity you won't do me the same courtesy."

His lip curls as he looks her up and down again, then turns away. "I suppose it was foolish to expect a mortal to understand."

[ireadwithmyears]

the Joker and the Queen

Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/fem Reader

Word count: 3.9 K 

Tags/warnings: smut, 18+ (minors DNI) , no plot, this is literally all smut. Oral (F receiving) fingering, Lite Dom/sub, use of toys, Praise, begging,Dom Bo-Katan

summary: You service Bo-Katan while she watches from her throne. Then she surprises you.

Note: Happy pride month to all the girls who had some sort of gay awakening when you saw her sitting on her throne like that. This was for you, and entirely inspired by the one thought I have whenever I see that episode of Mando, that I would love to be on my knees and going down on her while she watches me work, looking down at me from her throne. Title inspired by Joker and the Queen by Ed Sheeran, featuring Taylor Swift.

(Also please note that I am visually impaired and working without a Beta, I do my best to edit, but I assume that there are things that I am not able to catch. So just please be advised

“How long has it been since someone’s been down here?”

It’s a curious question that slips from your lips before you really think about it, after barely caressing a finger through her wet folds and watching her jolt at the contact.

You quickly come to regret your words as the wearable vibrator that she had slipped into your underwear suddenly comes to life, and, because of your impertinence, a particularly sharp vibration pulses directly on your clit, setting each delicate nerve ending alight with blazing fire, which she mercilessly continues to hold until you’re slumped over, head pressed against her thigh while you ineloquently mumble “Pleasepleasefuckit’stoomuchplease

When the vibrations settle down to a gentle, unobtrusive hum, you look up at her, pouting but sheepish.

“Do you really think you’re in a position to be asking such impolite questions when you’re on your knees for me like this?” She asks, with a bemused smirk, gazing down at you, with one raised eyebrow, kneeling between her legs from her throne.

You can’t really say anything to defend yourself to that. It’s true, how quickly you had forgotten your place. What started out as soft kisses and caresses in an attempt to stop her from looking so damn hollow when you had found her, alone, in her palace on Kalevala had quickly turned into you being ordered to your knees at the base of her throne. Because for those moments, it had felt like nothing had changed between you two, like stepping into a pair of familiar, well loved slippers at the end of a long, hard day, you fell into your old roles so effortlessly, and yet, now you realize, perhaps it wasn’t so effortless for you.

“M sorry, Bo,” you mumble, heated cheek still pressed against the soft skin of her thigh.

She tuts disapprovingly, hand stroking your hair before giving it a light tug, prompting you to lift your face to look up at her. 

“You can do better than that, cyar,” she chides, but there’s a hint of playfulness in her voice and she smirks. “Unless all these years apart have made you forgetful of your manners?” She quirks one eyebrow in question, the tips of her fingers just brushing along your flushed cheek as she gazes down at you.

Your blush only intensifies when you force your eyes up to meet hers, knowing that she would expect nothing less. “I really am sorry,” you murmur, fidgeting slightly. “That that was rude of me and I just.” You trail off, giving your head a shake.

“You just, what?”She asks, and makes no attempt to disguise the amusement in her voice. “Just wanted to know if anyone’s had me since we were in deathwatch together?”

“Well, when you put it like that, I,” you stammer, and she looks down at you, eyes sparkling, letting out a low, soft chuckle.

“Oh, meshla cyar, you really are cute when you blush,” she purrs, thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip as she looks down at you. 

She must touch a button on the remote that controls the wearable vibrator, because suddenly the sensation is a bit stronger, a bit more intense, enough to make you start squirming and your eyes to lose focus as she watches you shiver and try to hold back whimpers, caged between her legs. When a particularly strong pulse runs through you, and you’re unable to hold back the sound you make, she chooses to speak.

“I gave you a task to do,” she reminds you, voice deceptively mild. Then, a touch more impatiently, she adds, “Get to it.”

Oh, right, the reason you’re down here in the first place. With a small shake of your head, you push past the pleasure filled Hayes in your mind to comply With her demand. 

She delicately rests one ankle over your shoulder, a warning, and you nod, eager as you lean forward, letting your chin rest against the throne as you move between her legs. 

“And hands behind your back,” she orders at the last minute. At first, you think you’ve lost the privilege of being able to pleasure her with your fingers because she’s still displeased about your admittedly bold question. But then, she adds “I want to see if you remember how to use your pretty little mouth the way I taught you two,” and you understand. 

She’ll never let you forget that she was the one who taught you how to use your lips and tongue to pleasure a woman, all those years ago while trying to be quiet, every uncertain, clumsy movement you had made rustling through the thin walls of the tent, seeming to echo through the encampment of sleeping deathwatch members. So, you think to yourself, she wants to know if you still possess the skills that she had cultivated within you long ago during those dark, too quiet nights? Your head buried between her legs to distract yourselves, with her lying back on the lumpy bedroll, instructing your technique, watching, and eventually praising until she would press your head against her with an urgency, her orgasm rendering her unable to speak until you had worked her through it? You eagerly except the challenge, linking your hands behind your back and leaning forward. 

You lightly trace your tongue along the outline of her folds, slow circles around her clit, hearing the catch in her breath, smirking in spite of yourself. But you sense that today is not the day for teasing, she’s far too impatient, and, seeing the arousal that glistens at her entrance, far too worked up for that.

You both can’t help letting out soft, simultaneous sounds of pleasure when your tongue, curious and testing, brushes against the bud. You work her up with long, gentle strokes from entrance upward, just barely fluttering over her sensitive clit. You pull back slightly, just enough to blow a stream of warm air over her, and you watch her body shutter, a low, soft sound falling from her lips.

“Take me in your mouth,” she orders, voice rough and slightly breathy. 

When she’s looking down at you like that, you can’t deny her anything, so you do, gently, softly, teasing her clit between your lips. Her hand caresses over your hair, coming to rest at the back of your neck.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl,” she breathes, and you hum, a pleased and contented sound against her, which has her head falling back and her eyes closing.

Sufficiently encouraged, you slowly increase the pressure until she’s crying out, before releasing, tongue curving downward to circle her entrance. It’s you who’s shuttering now, eyes closing as you taste her on your tongue. After all this time, after all these years, you had thought you would have forgotten.

Forgotten what the taste of her arousal is like in your mouth. Forgotten how she whimpers every time your tongue circles around her entrance. Forgotten how slowly pressing in and out, coaxing your tongue inside so that you can fuck her properly gives you the feeling of light, heady euphoria, sensual and addictive.

It turns out, you realize, as your tongue nuzzles between her lips and you gently press inside, you haven’t forgotten any of it at all. 

“There.”

Her voice is almost a soft growl as your nose nudges against her clit, her hand tangling in your hair much less gently now as she presses you against her. “Keep doing that, meshla. I want to come on that pretty tongue.”

Your eyes roll back and you whimper at her words, a whimper that quickly dissolves into a moan when the vibrations between your legs suddenly thrum stronger. Your tongue goes to work, moving in and out in a light, easy pace, just quick enough to give her the friction you know she craves, but deliberate enough so that you can gently caress the spots on the inside that years apart from each other have not dulled your memory of.

Nor have you forgotten the results, as your tongue brushes through the warm heat, the moan she lets out is low and primal, hips arching for more.

You gladly oblige, nose bumping against her clit as you begin to fuck her with firm, precise movements of your tongue, occasionally sliding out to swirl lazily at her entrance, or to wrap your lips around her clit, just to see her body jolt or to hear her sharp intake of breath.

It’s fun, to keep her guessing just to watch her reactions. But at the end of the day, the sounds that you draw out of her, which slowly grow less restrained and more frequent as you plunge your tongue in and out of her heat, combined with the insistent buzzing nestled between your legs has you becoming just as desperate as she is, eager to watch her face from in between her legs as you slowly unwind her perfect mask of restraint and calm.

Her hand tightening and holding your head roughly is all the warning you get before her orgasm is rolling through her in waves, mouth open in a long, wordless moan as you work her through it, tongue not ceasing its movements, nose gently bumping against her sensitive bundle of nerves until she’s spent, physically having to pull you away when it becomes too much because you’re too eager to taste every drop of her to notice.

She looks down at you, whispering your name in a low, husky voice while her fingers gently stroke along your cheek and Maker, that one word, that one, beautiful sound, has your hips desperately pressing against the vibrator in your panties and teetering dangerously close to your own edge, looking up at her with flushed cheeks and pleading eyes.

It’s as you’re begging her with your eyes and desperately moving your hips as the vibrations pulse against you that you’re cruelly reminded of the one thing you had forgotten about Bo.

She doesn’t give you what you want, at least, not right away, and not without bringing you so tantalizingly close to it that you could actually reach out and touch it before mercilessly pulling it away.

When the vibrations abruptly cease and your body registers that fact, you think you might let out the most undignified sound you’ve ever heard fall from your own lips. It’s a whine that immediately has your cheeks blushing scarlet.

“Bo,” you whimper frustratedly, tossing back your hair to look up at her, fully prepared to beg and plead until you see the expression on her face.

There’s fond amusement there, but the downward turn of her lips indicates slight annoyance as she taps her thigh impatiently. She must have been calling your name, you realize belatedly, and you had been so wrapped up in your own pleasure, the sound of the moans you had pulled from her still echoing in your mind with every frantic heartbeat as you had chased your own high, that you hadn’t even noticed.

“C’mere, meshla,” she coos, exasperated but inviting as she gestures for you to settle in her lap. “You’ll get what you want, but only when I want you to get it.”

*

“How long has it been for you, pretty girl?” She asks, and you can practically hear the self-satisfied smirk in her voice, dripping down the side of your neck like honey wear her lips brush, slow and tantalizing, against the soft skin. “How long has it been since someone’s touched you here, hm?”

She doesn’t exactly give you the time to answer. Not that you particularly want to, though, because a third finger is carefully nudging at your entrance, meeting resistance as it slowly eases in with the other two.

“I don’t remember you being this tight,” she comments idly, slowly pumping her fingers in, feeling you stretch around her and making you let out an embarrassed whine, pressing your burning cheek against her shoulder.

“If I tell you that no one’s been down there since you other than my own hand, will you stop teasing me about it?” You grumble, cheeks heating further.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she coos, and you can’t tell if she’s being genuine or mocking. Most likely, in true Bo-Katan fashion, it’s a little bit of both. “That explains why you’re so sensitive here,” she murmurs, circling her thumb over your clit just once, causing you to gasp and your hips to jolt.

“B Bo,” you stammer out in that voice that still holds a pleading note that makes you blush, and makes her smirk. “I thought you said you had something for me,” you say with a pout. From where I’m sitting, it sounds to me like empty promises.”

“And from where i’m sitting,” she whispers darkly, free hand slowly caressing over the expanse of your stomach before giving one of your nipples a pinch in warning. “You would look a lot prettier with a gag in that smart mouth of yours.”

She says it so easily, her voice light and casual, but that’s all the encouragement you need to keep your mouth shut. 

Satisfied with your obedience, she rewards you by allowing her fingers to curl inside you, gently brushing against your G spot with a teasing pressure that instantly makes you want to beg for more.

“Good,” she says briskly, lightly grazing her lips, then teeth, just enough to lightly sting, against the curve of your shoulder, feeling your walls tighten around her fingers. “I’ll give you what you want, cyar’ika, if you keep being a good girl and listening to me.”

You can only nod, suddenly meek and wordless, and her hand strokes, fingers light and teasing, against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“Close your eyes, meshla,” she instructs softly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. slightly confused but eager for her approval, you do. You feel lips, soft in a rare display of tenderness, press against your cheek. “Good girl,” she says in a soft murmur, that has your breath catching in your throat.

There’s some shuffling around. You feel her fingers retract from you, and you barely manage to mask the displeased sound of objection with a cough. Judging by the snort that comes from behind you, it wasn’t very successful. She shifts, reaching for something, and you hear something being lifted from... water? That would explain the covered basin she had on the floor, and why she wouldn’t let you see what was in it. Unmistakeable is the familiar sound of lube being opened and squeezed out, and ah, so it’s that kind of surprise, which only narrows down things slightly and sends your mind into a spiral of images and curiosity.

You don’t really register it when it runs along your thigh, only tensing slightly. But then you really feel it. The head of something slick, but undoubtedly very firm and unbending, slowly teasing around your entrance with a light touch.

That’s not what has your whole body jolting and your thighs attempting to snap together, though. 

It’s fucking cold. 

“Criffing hell, Bo,” you gasp out in surprise. “What is that?” It takes all your willpower to keep your eyes closed, even though every instinct inside you is screaming at you to snap them open.

“Did you know that glass is excellent at retaining temperature?” She asks, letting the head of the toy, you suppose that’s what it is, drag along your inner thigh. “You may look now,” she adds, a smile in her voice as if sensing that the not knowing is making you just the right amount of nervous.

What you see between your legs when you tentatively pop your eyes open steals your breath for a second, then promptly sends your heart racing with excitement. 

An elegantly curved tip that you can already tell is designed to target your G spot with firm pressure, the elegantly shaped, glass dildo is made with a beaded design, each section bulbous, firm, and fucking cold, as you’re reminded when Bo teasingly circles it against your clit.

“B Bo,” you practically whimper, not exactly sure of what you’re asking for, but the way your hips are arching in an attempt to reach the toy tells her all she needs to know.

“Alright, easy, girl, just relax for me,” she speaks, voice a warm breath against the shell of your ear. Her hand gently presses against your stomach, waiting for you to soften against her, thumb tracing slow, almost soothing circles against your navel.

Only then does the toy dip between your folds, experimentally teasing around your entrance before first gently, then with more insistence, its firm tip pushes and eases its way into you.

The gasp that is pulled from your lips is both unseemly and surprised, the cool, smooth glass, in combination with its unbending ability to target your G spot with what feels like no effort at all has your eyes closing.

You can practically feel her lips pulling into a smirk against your skin as slowly, carefully observing your face for any reactions, it’s pressed in further. The strangled gasp that is pulled from you quickly dissolves into a moan as your mouth falls open. Force, is it ever cold, but there’s something to be said about the cool, smooth glass stretching around the heat of your walls, the shock of the strange, unfamiliar sensation quickly melting into pleasure as you adjust to it inside you, each oval shaped bead pressing into you creating delicious friction that leaves you shuttering.

“You’re beautiful like this,” she murmurs, voice just above a whisper as she stares, eyes smoldering, between your legs.“All opened up and pretty.”

The movement of her wrist is controlled, patient as she pulls back, making sure that as she begins to thrust, every movement is deliberate and even, each bulbous section gliding over places inside of you that you didn’t know you had. 

“I quite liked it when you made that cute little noise,” Bo comments, and before you can ask her what in the hell she’s talking about she’s pulling the toy out of you, curving it upward firmly so that it catches on your G spot as it’s dragged out of you, causing a small moan to be forced from your parted lips as she does. “Yeah,” she says, sounding pleased. “That’s the one, cyar. Keep doing that.”

As if she’s giving you any choice to do otherwise, because the toy is thrusting back in, quick and shallow and pressing against your G spot in a way that feels almost urgent. She keeps up the pressure there, watching as your face contorts and your ability to form coherent words rapidly disappears beneath the constant focussed attention.

The glass beaded tip, that is still cool but quickly adapting to the heat that it’s surrounded by, rubs against that spot inside you that leaves stars dancing behind your eyelids, each small thrust pulling a sound from you that you have absolutely no control over.

Just when you think you’ve got it, just when you think you understand her rhythm, she changes, quick and decisive and stealing your breath in one deep, slow thrust of the toy inside of you. She  slowly rotates and swirls it around, the ribbed edges brushing over your walls in a way that is both addictive and overwhelming.

The moan you let out is loud, unrestrained, and echos in the Throne room chamber,  causing a flush to crawl up the back of your neck as it reverberates back at you. 

“I wonder,” Bo muses, and before your given time to think her free hand is gliding down your stomach, fingers taking their time as they experimentally run through your mound, dipping to press against your clit, keeping them still, just letting you feel the pressure which under normal circumstances, would be teasing, but right now, causes you to gasp and your walls to clench around the toy, which, in turn, pulls another moan from your lips.

“Look at you,” she breathes, repeating the swirling thrust that has your hips quivering. “All spread out on my throne while you fall apart for me.”

She leans forward, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to first your neck, working her way up to your ear as she whispers, I want you to make a mess, all over this toy, and I want even the ghosts who linger around this castle to hear the pretty sounds you make while I ruin you, and I want them to be scandalized.”

Another thrust, another precise twist, and your whining, head falling back against her shoulder and mouth open.

Then, her fingers against your clit begin to move, swirling light, delicate circles over the sensitive bud, and it’s not rough or demanding at all, but oh, in combination with the toys thrusts coaxing every bit of pleasure from inside of you, it’s enough.

“Bo,” you cry out, in a voice that’s high-pitched and frantic. “I want I need.”

She’s back to toying with your G spot, movements quick and shallow and making your vision blur and your breath stutter. 

“You want to come, princess?” She asks, voice almost mocking.“Considering the attitude you gave me earlier, I think it’s only appropriate that you beg for it.”

“For one second, the only thought that runs through your mind is that she’s such an asshole. But then her fingers, more insistent now, are pressing more firmly against your clit and you’re begging, full on, utterly shameless begging, without even thinking about it, the only words running through your mind and falling from your lips being “pleasepleaseplease.”

“That’s better,” she coos, swirling the toy around inside you. “You do have manners.”

The toy is pressed deeply inside you, and only then, only when she’s rhythmically twisting it so that its beaded texture rolls against your walls does she grant you permission.

“Come,” she murmurs, voice barely a breath against your skin but still spoken as if it’s the command of a queen to her humble servant. “Show me what I’ve missed seeing all these years. Show me what you’re like when you fall apart and come for me.”

Your hips press, your back arches, and your toes curl as your release washes through you, crashing like waves through your already trembling body. Your ears are ringing, which might be a blessing because you’re not aware, nor are you in control, of the noises that you’re making as you come.

When you do come back to yourself, shuttering And letting out a small whimper as the toy is pulled from your throbbing, spent heat, your collapsed back against Bo, who’s leaving a trail of light kisses across the bare dip of your shoulder where it meets your neck.

“So,” she breathes, her voice sounding almost raspy as her hands explore your trembling thighs. “Think we should move this somewhere more comfortable, hm?”

She presses a kiss to the side of your neck and you give her a lazy grin, still flushed and catching your breath, but eager and obliging. 

“Only if you’re going to carry me up to bed,” you murmur, looking up at her with hazy eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after that.”

“And that was only round one,” she muses, rising to her feet and swiftly transferring you into her arms with ease. 

“And I’m not even close to being done with you yet.” She whispers, voice a soft, low promise against your ear as she carries you out of the throne room and into her bed.

[hyuneskkami]

also, second one (cause i couldnt resist)

if u seek amy! i think thatll be fun

my hobby is reading and playing the guitar!

i think i read like fifty books last year..

my fav books are pjo tlt (its nostalgic ok!!) and the hunger games series

i like to play mostly taylor swift and gracie abrams songs on the guitar!

i basically steal my sisters guitar whenever i want to play cause i dont have my own lol (im better than her)

my favorite taylor swift song is youre on your own kid

my favorite gracie abrams song is feels like

my favorite color is yellow (pretty obvious i think) it reminds me of sunshine and just overall happy things yk?

my favorite season is spring! the flowers start blooming and theyre so pretty (downside are the bugs)

i have a lot of favorite shows: stranger things, brooklyn 99, the good place, modern family

my favorite subject is chemistry! i love learning about the world around me and its properties etcetc

some random stuff about my personality: i get distracted so easily its a nightmare to study, i am an emotional wreck i cry easily, definitely a night owl, hufflepuff, daughter of poseidon

i dont mind if u pick someone from a book i dont recognise, that will just give me incentive to read it!!!

oh forgot to mention im a straight girl

love uuuu and congrats again!!!

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

CORASON⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “I love you, okay, darling!”

a/n: okay but the way the ship name is corason? which sounds so close to corazon? which means like ‘my dear’ in italian, I think?? MADE FOR EACH OTHER MUCH 🤭💓

I think you’d best match with jason grace!

I mean, daughter of poseidon x son of jupiter? hello?? PERFECTION!!

jason would learn to play the piano while you play the guitar, so you guys could play music together

he LOVES laying on your stomach while you read on your bed and run your fingers through his hair

^ sometimes, he even falls asleep like that, and you both slowly shift into cuddling

he definitely hypes you up to finish your goodreads reading goal, if not exceed it (what can I say? he’s jason grace)

he definitely went to the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie with you (supportive bfs even when they have no idea what you read/watch >>)

he once asked you why you love yoyok by taylor, and straight up bawled while you explained to him what the song meant

he’s a very sunshine-y person, just like you, so when you guys are together, leo pretends to faint and says “too much sun! i’m getting sunstroke! help!!” and he thinks he’s really funny (i’d laugh, ngl <3)

come springtime, he lets you put all the flowers you collect over the summer into his hair

^ he also does the rapunzel braid on your hair and puts in matching flowers in it

(he drives away the bugs for you, dw!)

in an au, he’d never have heard of any tv shows, but after hearing you yap to him about them, he watches them ALL and makes notes about them too (about what? only he knows.)

okay, here we’re going off the rails so badly, but it’s a very ooc and personal hc of mine: jason sucks ASS at geography and chemistry. he will literally breakdown at the very thought of them.

he gets you to help him out with the chemistry part, and he teaches you math (if you’re not good at it already)!

he makes sure you don’t let yourself get burnt out while studying, and also makes sure you don’t get distracted and procrastinate

he comforts you at any time of the day: you say it, he’ll be over asap to give you free cuddles with your favourite chocolates & drinks

sometimes, he doesn’t even need you to tell him. he’ll just. know. when you’re feeling off. and his jacie senses tingle, and he calls you up and goes, “is it cuddletime?” and then drives over

while you’re a night owl, he’s an early bird (he must teach me his way, tho, because h o w)

^ you stay up till 2-3 am reading/studying and wake up by 9 or 10 am, while he sleeps by 10 pm and wakes up by 5 am to the dot

so you guys leave each other sticky notes before going to bed for the other one to see when they wake up

you guys 100% go on bookstore dates (he buys you everything you can carry on your own), library/study dates (especially while grinding during finals szn), museum dates (to mock the statues), beach dates (so he can get mesmerised while watching you do silly little tricks with the water and talk to the fishies), etc.

his love language is 101% physical touch & acts of service <3

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