#and gotten that exact same reaction

[sieglinde-freud]

if awakening ever gets a remake in the next twenty years or so my number one want is same sex marriage + still having kids but my number TWO want is a scene after lucina’s judgement where whoever is robin’s kid confronts lucina. bc like from a player’s stand point, or really even just from robin as a character, its really easy to understand lucina’s thought process, sympathize with her, and forgive her. but if you’re one of the future kids, you came back in time to save your parents (and the world i GUESS), and your friend decides that your parent, yours specifically, is expendable, thats kinda fucked up!! her thinking is valid and potentially correct from a logical standpoint, but looking at it from like morgan’s perspective, it might feel selfish or unwarranted.

but my other thing is, unless robin’s second kid is lucina (or they dont have one), i think using their other kid over morgan would be more impactful if only because morgan lost their memories of the past and doesnt have as strong of a connection with lucina as say, someone like gerome or cynthia does. if its chrom!morgan then yeah, theres the connection, but otherwise wouldnt it be fucking wild to see the perspective of someone who went back in time with their friend who promised to go back and save the world, only to find them pointing a sword at your fucking dad? literally insane where is this confrontation. number three want is fix chapter two’s map design

[talkorsomething]

Hit my arm yesterday and while i dont THINK anythings like broken or anything like that it does hurt in minorly concerning ways

[minswriting]

Could you make a fic where the reader is a member of the bau and she has crush on hotch and she has a dream about him then she’s really attracted to hotchs hands and he notices and he starts to like flex his hands infront of her and teases her about it then they fuck

Sorry if that doesn’t make sense lmao 💀

i wrote something similar but not exact. i hope you still enjoy though! this is longer than i expected lol. so here is 1,000 words about aaron’s hands

mdni - hand kink, fingering (f receiving) , praise

You couldn’t help looking at Aaron’s fingers as he gave the presentation on the case. You tried your best to pay attention to the case, you really did. But every time you looked at Aaron, your gaze would fixate on his fingers as your thoughts would drift to not-so-innocent places. It was wrong, you knew it was. Aaron was your boss, you were his subordinate. And yet, here you were, thinking about getting absolutely fingered blasted by your boss.

By the time you all touched down in Minneapolis, Minnesota, you tried your best to ignore your inappropriate thoughts. You tried your best to remain focused on the case and to not pay attention to Hotch unless absolutely necessary. But it was hard when everyone was sat in the precinct and Aaron had his fingers intertwined together as he sat and listened to everyone discuss the case.

Your mind drifted as you thought about the way Aaron’s fingers would feel inside of you, working you to an orgasm. You put one leg over the other, a subtle way to clench your thighs without anyone noticing. And after a sip of coffee, you got yourself out of your thoughts and back to the case.

After a long night, everyone had gone to the hotel with no leads on the case. It was frustrating, to say the least, but you were grateful. Perhaps an orgasm and a good night’s rest would help you be more focused for tomorrow. You had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt, when there was a knock at your hotel door. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you hadn’t been expecting anyone. You walked over to the door, looking out the peephole to see Aaron standing there and without hesitation, you opened the door.

“Is everything alright?” You asked as you opened the door, looking at your boss as he stood in front of you.

Aaron eyed you, taking in your appearance. “I actually came here to ask you the same thing,” He said, a concerned look in his eye. “Your mind seemed elsewhere today and I wanted to check in with you to make sure you were alright.”

Because of course, he noticed your behavior. Your cheeks visibly reddened, causing you to look down at the ground in embarrassment before you turned your gaze back to Aaron’s face. “I-uh, yeah, I’m okay,” You replied, clearing your throat. You moved to open the door wider, allowing Aaron into the room. You closed the door behind him.

“Are you sure?” He asked gently, standing in your hotel room. “If there’s something wrong, you can talk to me about it. While I am your unit chief, I am also here for you as a friend and I want you to feel-”

“It’s your hands,” You interrupted Aaron from his rambling, visibly cringing at yourself.

Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, tilting his head slightly as he looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes that made you feel so weak in the knees. “My hands?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip. You were standing a good distance away from Aaron, knowing that this confession could very well cost you your position or at the very least, cause an awkward relationship with your boss. “They’re very…distracting, sir,” you said, still biting your lip.

“Is that so?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow, and taking a step towards you. That single step established something between the two of you that neither of you would back out of. “How are they distracting?” His voice went a bit lower. He was standing right in front of you as he spoke.

“I-I-uh,” You stuttered as you hadn’t expected such a reaction from Aaron. The proximity made your heart race, and your reddened cheeks felt as though they got hotter.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Aaron murmured, putting a tentative hand on your cheek.

And that’s how you landed on the edge of the mattress, naked, with Aaron sitting between your legs with his sleeves rolled up. He had two fingers buried inside of your cunt, moving at a slow pace as he got a feel for your pussy. “God, you’re soaking, sweetheart,” he said, licking his lips as he looked at your cunt and then at your face.

You let out a shaky whine, watching as Aaron’s fingers disappeared in and out of you. You were desperate, to say the least. You’ve been so turned on all day today and now that you were finally getting relief, in a way that you hadn’t expected to happen, you knew you weren’t going to last long. “Feels so good,” You moaned, biting your lip as you looked at Aaron.

Aaron hummed, speeding up his movements as he curled his fingers inside of you. “I’m glad, sweetheart,” he said, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. You were beautiful with your eyes blown out, cheeks red, and pussy glistening. All because of Aaron. He knew it was wrong. He was indeed your boss but he could hardly care when your body so clearly needs him.

You moaned a bit louder as Aaron curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot dead on. “O-oh, fuck,” You moaned, feeling yourself getting close. The heat was growing in your abdomen. “I-”

“I know, baby, I know,” Aaron said, fingering you at a consistent rhythm. “Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”

And that’s all you needed to let go as you clamped your thighs around Aaron’s hand, shaking as you came around his fingers. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled, and your back arched. You were absolutely a sight to behold and it was all because of Aaron. Which is why he made you cum at least three more times before he fucked you into oblivion.

[jwonsoon]

Enhypen's reactions to you being super talkative when they're tired ⋆.˚ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

☾ a/n: It has been a minute !!! Me and bff have been so so busy since it's our final semester of high school. But I am here to provide for my delusional folk <3 I honestly wrote this on a whim because I've been feeling extra insane lately with all the work I have to do so ignore any stupid mistakes I make in this. I want to post more on here for sure, senior year is coming to a close soon and me and bff are moving into a new university together so hopefully we'll have time for more posts. Okay enough yapping, go read! pairings: enhypen x g/n reader genre: fluff

cw: kissing (nothing crazy dw), ignore grammatical errors!

JUNGWON

He doesn’t care if his life is on the line, the last thing he’s going to do is make you feel rushed when you’re talking about something you’re genuinely interested in. 

He finds you SO cute when you’re mumbling about something that you enjoy !! He gazes at you with his boba eyes nodding along to everything you say 

“Oh my god sorry I’m talking so much” you say to him embarrassed at how comfortable you’ve gotten in his presence and how he’s probably so tired 

He’ll immediately shake his head no and tell you “keep talking i love listening to you” 

Because he’s tired he pulls you into a hug and plays with your hair while you talk. 

His sign that he’s tired is when he gets really touchy. Like he is all of a sudden kissing your forehead and playing with your cheeks which is usually a sign for you to call it a day… 

JAKE

We all know this guy cannot for the life of him control his sleepiness but he loves you so he makes his adjustments

Its a shame but this guy is NOT !!! LISTENING !!! 

He’s cuddling you and you’re yapping away he’s going to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and just keep going “mhm, i see” 

You notice that he isn’t listening so you ask a question to throw him off and he responds with “yeah totally” making you chuckle. 

He looks up flustered realizing he just admitted to not paying attention to you. 

“Sorryyyyy!!!!” He pouts leaning to kiss you.

“Im listening I just need a minute” he spends that “minute” sleeping on your arm and then he sits up shaking his head like a puppy trying to wake himself up. 

Claps, sits up, “Okay! talk! I’m up.” 

HEESEUNG

He’s always up fighting his sleep to play video games anyway so he’s the most prepared in situations like these 

If he notices your in a particularly chatty mood and he’s sleepy, he will drag both of you out of bed and make sure you’re sitting up so that he isn’t prone to falling asleep on accident 

You’re talking and talking and he is giving the same exact energy back!! he will laugh and giggle at everything 

When he’s really getting tired he yawns out loud and goes “baby.. im a bit sleepy.. actually no no keep going, just come here” 

He’ll open his arms wide for you to lay on his chest while you talk 

You notice his eyes are closed so you stop and start getting up only for him to pull you back down and say “just stay here, i like listening to your pretty voice” 

SUNGHOON

He is so in love with you. it is PATHETIC! 

He is so sleepy too and looks insanely cuddly so whenever you are talkative you lay facing him and talk his ear off while hugging him 

He is way too in love to tell you that you need to please shut up because he is SO TIRED so instead he kisses you to ease his tiredness away 

“That girl” —kiss “is so” —kiss “annoying” —kiss 

“Hoon stopp” to which he kisses you again, mumbling against your lips “I’m listening baby” 

SUNOO

No matter how tired he is it fades away when hes with you 

You’re always spilling the latest gossip to Sunoo and he eats it up everytime. 

“She actually has something against me” you say to which Sunoo responds “how could anyone hate this cute face” pinching your cheeks 

You brush his hand away and jokingly roll your eyes and thats all it takes for his cuteness aggression to launch through the roof 

He is all of a sudden squeezing you tight going “Why are you so cute you’re just so cute you’re so cute” 

He is literally holding you shaking your shoulders while smiling so big going “No tell me!!! why are you so cute??” 

“Sunoo you’re scaring me” you say to which he responds “Good! I’m pissed off you’re perfect.” 

You guys will literally spend the whole night talking, Sunoo literally forgot that he was tired in your presence 

JAY

He is half asleep walking through the door 

But! that doesn’t stop him from at least pretending to listen to you 

As he’s putting his stuff down you are following him around talking about the ending of the show that you just watched 

Hes humming in response and smiling to himself 

He stops suddenly turns to face you pulling you in for a hug “Baby I’m so tired today i dont know why….” sighing into your arms 

He didn’t want to explicitly say to you please shut up but it was definitely a sign to you to take it down a notch 

He’d look down to kiss you on the lips and say “Let’s talk in bed hm?” 

When you guys are in bed he lets you lay on his chest and he says “Now tell me all about that show you were talking about” 

He will listen to you, or at least try to, but with his fingers playing with your hair you are slowly lulled to sleep.

He'll look at you, smile, kiss your forehead and you will wake up confused as to how he shut you up so quickly.

NI-KI

Riki is definitely a little more honest but thats what you love about him!

“I can see all your teeth babe, what’s got you cheesing?” he says to you as he sits down on the bed 

“I have so much to tell you!” you say to him patting the space beside you for him to come and lay in. 

“And I have so much sleep to catch up on!” He says mockingly as he lays down next to you. You pout to which he kisses you and says “Go on, talk my ear off” 

You start going off on a tangent and he is just looking at you with a boxy smile on his face and laughing at how your facial expressions are so dramatic in comparison to the light hearted story you’re telling 

He stares at you with glistening eyes after his 40th yawn in a row 

“You know you talk too much, right? It’s a good thing you’re cute” he would say pulling you into a hug 

“That’s rude! and I wasn’t don—” you are interrupted by a kiss on the lips 

“I promise to listen all day tomorrow, okay? Let’s sleep now?” He says rubbing circles on your back, with his eyes already closed.

[yyuangss]

TU TODAVIA ME AMAS ! ( JING YUAN )

SUMMARY ! you may not be together anymore, and you can deny it all you want, but jing yuan knows you’re still in love with him.

NOTES ! yes, this is highly based off aventura’s todavia me amas 🏃‍♂️ it was supposed to be the hsr men but i have been wanting to write something longer and i wanted to write for my number one again 🤞 jing yuan, i have not forgotten you. reader is not the trailblazer. word count: 2.3k

A heavy sigh escaped from your lips. Your palm was pressed against your forehead and the other held a few sheets of paper. As you paced around in the Seat of Divine Foresight, the heels of your boots clicked with each movement. This situation is stressing you out more than usual.

So much that you aren’t even sure where to start. Jing Yuan sits quietly behind the large desk, watching your every movement. You are supposed to be discussing the matter with the General. Except you’ve been panicking in silence and left him counting how many sighs you’ve let out.

He watched you stop in front of the desk, gnawing on your bottom lip before setting the papers down on the desk.

“The number of monsters continues to rise.” You muttered, walking around the desk and sat next to Jing Yuan with space in between you. The same silence from earlier filled the room. It’s only the two of you and a warm teapot on the center of the desk alongside two teacups. “At this rate, we would lose more soldiers and it could even be risky for you to fight them alone.”

“Are you saying I’ve gotten weak?” The General finally spoke up after being quiet for the last hour. You tore your gaze away from the documents and looked over at him. His eyes held some drowsiness in them. You’re surprised he didn’t fall asleep where he was sitting earlier when you were pacing. A faint smile is present on his lips.

“I didn’t say that, General.” Your head turned back to the documents and your eyebrows furrowed again. “I’m simply saying that with all these appearances in the Luofu, they’re bound to give you trouble. Doesn’t matter if you’re our strongest soldier.”

“Please. I defeated Phantylia.” He gave his hand a quick wave, dismissing your words. You raised an eyebrow at his boastful comment. It was rare the time he said one of those. “Do you really think I wouldn’t win against a bunch of lowly monsters?”

“Don’t forget that you had the help of Imbibitor Lunae.” You said, resting your arm on the desk. Jing Yuan shrugged in response since he believed he had a valid point. Phantylia was one of his toughest enemies and he still managed to come out victorious with the Nameless, despite her being a Lord Ravager of Nanook.

“I did most of the work.” He said which made a frown appear on your face. His smile became more prominent at your reaction. You weren’t in the mood for his jokes. You didn’t have high hopes since his antics haven’t changed. Jing Yuan tilted his head down slightly. The stare he’s giving you means he’s about to say something else to irk your nerves on purpose. “I must say, it’s nice to know you still care about me after all these years.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. You grabbed the stack of papers again, flipping to the second page.

“It’s common sense to care about your comrades, General.” You said, furrowing your eyebrows as you read the encounters a few citizens of the Luofu had with monsters.

Your ability to make up excuses on the spot was impressive to him. He knew you well enough to see right through them.

“Right…” Jing Yuan crossed his arms over his chest. He took in a deep breath and exhaled shortly afterwards. He glanced up towards the ceiling. “Comrades…”

He’s gotten used to the way you act towards him now. He blames that on himself. Having time to reflect on your past relationship makes him realize how wrong his actions were.

To be exact, being in a relationship with Jing Yuan wasn’t easy. Everyone saw the chemistry and connection you two had. His playful remarks that made your face flush. The way you’d manage to get him speechless with your own comments. Once you two confirmed to finally be together, people assumed that you already were in a relationship. And at first, things were perfect.

Jing Yuan had become the man of your dreams. He wanted nothing more than to be yours for the remainder of his life. But once it became more serious and steady, moving out of that honeymoon phase, the problems started to develop.

You’re a high ranking official in the army. Strategic planning, training new recruits, creating teams, making sure the monsters are kept out of safe zones. It might not seem like it, but your position could become risky. The General knows you’re strong. Otherwise, this rank wouldn’t have been given to you.

Though knowing the woman he loves is constantly put in harm's way, he tends to worry. There were times Jing Yuan deliberately refused to send you to the front lines. Even if you argued saying it was your job, he sometimes went as far as changing plans. This was his way of keeping you safe. You couldn’t blame him. He’d lost a lot of friends and comrades. And he’d be damned if he lost you too.

Unfortunately, his overprotectiveness caused him to lose you in a different manner.

It’s not to say that you didn’t care about him. Jing Yuan could act reckless if he wanted to. Those rare moments when he did were the times you acted the same way. But never to an extent where you wouldn’t let him do his job.

The screen from your phone lit up. A notification which caught Jing Yuan’s attention and his curiosity got the best of him. His eyes flicked over and caught a glimpse of what it was. A message. He didn’t bother to read what was sent, he was more interested in the name of the sender. The General easily recognized it because Yanqing was the one to find out about it.

On a busy day, his young student said he ran into you when searching for a criminal in Aurum Alley. You were talking to some man before he decided to ask for your help. Then the lieutenant started to see you several times with the same man. Each time he went and told his mentor about it. As far as Jing Yuan is aware, you’re getting to know this new man.

He had yet to personally speak with his replacement.

“Hmph,” The noise came out extremely low and Jing Yuan looked away, pretending as if his focus wasn’t on your phone for a split second. He wasn’t as quiet as he thought. You looked from the documents to the General. At that same moment, you saw the bright screen light up again. You moved the papers out of your line sight and grabbed your phone.

Ah. Now you see why he’s looking away.

“So…” He cleared his throat. He’s still staring off at the wall as if he were a sulking child scolded by their parents. “This… Man. I presume you and him are together?” What a way to make things awkward.

“No.” You said. Jing Yuan only made his intentions more obvious by facing you again. He’s met with you sending a reply before putting your phone on the desk again. “We’re getting to know each other, is all. Enjoying someone else’s company outside of work and keeping things casual between us.”

“I see…” He mumbled under his breath. The General stares off at the entrance.

Now that the topic is still fresh, you might as well ask.

“And you?” You cautiously looked over at him. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You haven’t heard any rumors or speculation that he had a new lover. It’s been eating away at you ever since your relationship ended. Perhaps this could be your chance to encourage him if he already wasn’t in one. He was the General of the Luofu and had many options. Tons of women fawned over him. And you couldn’t lie, due to their dynamics, even Fu Xuan would be a great pair.

You had to remind yourself you weren’t in a relationship with him anymore and he was free to be with whoever he wanted.

“Me?” He wanted to laugh at the idea of meeting another woman. A sly smile slowly formed on his face and he chuckled lowly. He gave a quick head shake, expressing his opinion on how ridiculous your question was. His fingers tapped on his biceps and leaned back slightly. You pressed your lips into a thin line. He’s dodging questions, as per usual.

“Are you seeing someone or not?” You said, completely forgetting your promise to keep things professional. You were going to get an answer out of him one way or another.

“Would you like me to be sincere?” Jing Yuan’s eyebrow raised. All of a sudden you’re more interested in his love life over the task at hand. He’s holding back his urge to tease you about being jealous. He made a mental note to do that later on.

“Yes.” You huffed out.

“Alright.” He sat up straight. His smile hadn’t wavered in the slightest. You swear this conversation is only making it get wider. “I’m waiting.”

“Waiting?” You asked, squinting your eyes. That was the most believable answer he managed to come up with? “Waiting for what?” Clearly he wasn’t giving any context because he wanted you to pry. Was he waiting for the right woman?

He chuckled again. His arms dropped and he reached over for the teapot. He carefully began to pour tea into the second empty cup to his desired amount. The General set the teapot back down. He grabbed his cup and brought it up to his mouth, staring into it.

“For you to realize that you’re still in love with me.” Jing Yuan said, taking a brief pause between his sentences. He looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, “And then you’ll make me yours again.”

That… wasn’t what you were expecting. He can tell he caught you off guard. What do you respond to that?

“It’s been three years, Jing Yuan.” Your mood suddenly shifted as you glance away. He can’t pinpoint what you’re feeling. Did you realize you’re still in love with him? Are you saddened at the fact he’s doing this to himself? He knew when to be stubborn and staying out of relationships because he wanted no one but you was definitely one of them. “And it’s all in the past. There’s no use in dwelling on it.”

“You can say our love is in the past all you want,” You hear a creak from the wooden bench. Out of your peripheral vision, you caught Jing Yuan inching closer to you and not trying to be sneaky about it at all. Once again, his actions make you send a glare his way. “But you can never get rid of it.”

His smile tells you everything you need to know. He’s serious.

Serious and delusional, you thought to yourself. Jing Yuan truly believes your heart is still his. And if you weren’t already aware, his heart never stopped being yours. A groan came from your end and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I’m not dealing with this.” You clicked your tongue, standing up from your spot. You dropped the documents on the table, snatching your phone off it and walking around. Jing Yuan struck a nerve. That’s why you hate that his antics haven’t changed.

You were making your way to the first set of stairs when his voice called out after you.

“I know you better than you think. You’re still in love with me.” His statement made you come to an abrupt stop. Your head whipped around, glaring at him and his stupid accusations. His eyes met yours again and he took a sip from his tea. Your annoyed face brought him some amusement. It reminded him of your early stages of attraction and as if you were starting anew. “Deny it, if you wish. But once you come to terms with the truth, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“You’re more arrogant than I thought.” You said, turning your body around to face him.

“And you’re still in love with me.” Jing Yuan repeated. His tone is flowing with confidence. He placed the teacup down on the table, making sure it wasn’t near any important documents. The last thing he needed was to ruin them because he wanted to flirt with his ex again.

“No, I am not.” Your eyes narrowed at him. It’s pointless to argue with him. He’s getting the reaction that he wanted from the very beginning. His smile morphed into his signature smirk.

“Yes, you are.” He said.

“No, I am not.” You put more emphasis on the sentence this time. He chuckled. He’s tempted to say it again but the argument wasn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t you think this back and forth is a bit childish, my dear?” Jing Yuan tilted his head to the side. His long white hair fell over his shoulders. He shows no signs of stopping any time soon. If you stay longer, his comments were going to revert back to the early days of your relationship. “I say we’ve already made it to the point where we kiss and make up.”

Forget that, he’s already saying them.

“The only thing you’ll be making up is a plan on how to deal with all those mara—struck!” You spun on your heel again. Jing Yuan’s laughter is heard after holding it in. You walk down the first set of stairs, raising your arm in the air and holding up your pointer finger. “I’ll be back soon and I want that plan, Jing Yuan!”

The General is left satisfied. He’s watching you leave the Seat of Divine Foresight, leaving him alone in his office he rarely spends his time at.

You could say that Jing Yuan is a one of a kind man. But he knows that he can be replaced by a man stronger than him, more attractive than him, and kinder than him. As the Nameless from the Express once said, the galaxy is vast beyond compare. There were many places and people you’d never meet in your lifetime. So if you did go looking for this pretend man who was better than Jing Yuan, you’d find him.

But from Jing Yuan’s point of view when it came to you? No woman could ever dream about replacing you.

[yasikeu]

Heeseung with a thick reader pls pls pls where she wears mini skirt for the first time and he can't seem to keep it in his pants, oh also, they've not had sex yet so heeseung tries his best not to act like a pervert but he just needs to be inside her so bad. Please and thank youu I love the way u write heeseung🤍

thank u so much anon, i really had to write about this before i went to sleep i couldn’t stop thinking about it

You and Heeseung had been dating for a year now but have never had sex. The closest thing you’ve gotten to sex with him was a handjob and him fingering you but that was it.

Whenever you would wear tight clothes it was almost impossible for Heeseung to hold himself back. But he did, every time, for you.

But he had enough with the teasing when you decided to come out of your comfort zone and wear a miniskirt for the first time, finally embracing your curves and thickness.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your new miniskirt. The fabric clung to you perfectly, highlighting your voluptuous body. You knew Heeseung wouldn’t be able to resist you in this outfit. “Heeseung! Come, I want to show you something.” you yelled out.

Heeseung walked into the room, his eyes widened as they were immediately drawn to your lower body. He stood there in disbelief. The sight of you in that tight, revealing skirt drove a surge of hunger through his body that he had never felt before, making it impossible to think about anything else.

“Y-you look beautiful.” Heeseung stammered over his words, his mouth still slightly agape not being able to process the captivating sight that laid in front of him.

“Really?” you hummed, your tone full of contentment. Heeseung nodded, “You need to wear these more often. They suit your body perfectly.” he said, still admiring how good you looked.

Although his reaction seemed wholesome, he couldn't stop his mind from imagining you bent over in that exact skirt.

He moved towards you, his gaze still locked on your reflection in the mirror. “You know what you’re doing to me in that skirt, don’t you?”

The sight of your thick, plush thighs on full display in front of him made his mind dizzy with his dirty desires.

You bit your lip, a rosy red flush creeping up your cheeks as you turned to face him. “Maybe” you teased, though your irregular heartbeat was saying otherwise.

Heeseung didn’t want to waste another second. His hands were on you in an instant, sliding up your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin. He pulled you close, his breath hot against your lips as he kissed you deeply.

“Please just let me fuck you, I can’t keep holding myself back anymore.” he groaned, his nose pressed against your neck firmly. His hands began to wander beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing the lace of your panties. He could feel your body trembling with the same need that had consumed him as he started to pump his fingers inside of your hole.

You gasped as his fingers stroked your cunt with a deliberate and teasing pressure. Your fingers clung onto his shirt. “Heeseung, fuck” you whispered

“Just trust me okay?”

With one swift motion, he lifted you onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. The skirt rode up higher, exposing you completely to him, the view making his pulse race with anticipation.

He tugged at his belt, undoing it as his breath quickened when he had finally freed himself from his jeans. He pushed your panties aside, feeling how wet you were for him.

“God, Y/n, you’re perfect,” he moaned, positioning himself at your entrance. You arched your back, pushing your hips toward him.

When Heeseung finally pushed himself in, it was slow, both of you wanting to savour the moment you had wanted for so long. “Fuck” he groaned as he threw his head back. He began to move, his thrusts deep but steady, each one bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of your hole, both of your moans filling the room. You had never felt anything like this before, you felt so consumed by desire and so utterly lost in the intimate moment.

Heeseung increased his pace, his thrusts becoming rougher, and more needy. He could feel your cunt tightening around his cock desperately. He leaned down, capturing your delicate lips in a sweet kiss as he drove into you with everything he had left.

Your body trembled as you reached your peak, your orgasm crashing over you in overwhelming waves. The sensation pushed Heeseung over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled his thick load into you. “Y/n, fuck”

Heeseung kissed your forehead, gently brushing the messy hair away from your face. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with love and satisfaction.

“I’m glad you liked the skirt,”

Heeseung laughed, kissing you again, savouring the feeling of your lips against his. “You have no idea.”

sorry if there’s any mistakes i tried to reread it as much as possible but i am so tired so i might have missed a few things

[sanjisblackasswife]

Can u pleaseeee do a part 2 to the nanami cam girl fanfiction 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Part 1 Of Nanami x Cam!Girl Reader Here

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Pervert Nanami, Nanami with a voice kink, Idk. Smut fr w some plot.

“Sssshit, yes baby….” Nanami’s voice growled from the back of his throat, his legs beginning to rise as his body tenses for a moment. His groans echoed through his empty apartment, only thing luminating his room was the lights of the city and his phone in his hand.

He threw his head back to land on the headboard, mind feeling a little fuzzy. This orgasm definitely drained him way more than any this week.

Maybe because this particular video he was using to get off was his and only for him.

“I um…i hope that was good for you Mr. Nanami.” She spoke breathlessly holding up the camera above her face as she laid on the fluffy pillows on her bed, eyes were dilated, cheeks flushed despite her skin tone, strands of hair on her forehead. She must have overworked herself this time. She did cum more than usual, as requested of him. “I never came that much, I almost feel embarrassed i couldn’t last as long as I should of.”

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Nanami thought as she began to ramble a bit….per requested. Her voice was almost the equivalent to an angel through his ears. So soft, feminine and gentle.

Almost the polar opposite of her whiney, loud, slutty voice when she moans his name.

“I never gotten a um…private suggestion and you’ve been…so sweet with your donations I actually was able to get a new camera for it so of course I had to show you!”

“I noticed.” He thought, a faint smirk arising on his face.

“As promised though please do not share this video or post on any other platforms. Please.”

Nanami clicked off the video to give a long sign of relief. Her voice was too cute;

“Please.”

His thoughts still going a mile a minute, “Maybe next time she can beg to cum for me.”

Shaking his head to clear some of his perverted ideas he got up to take a quick shower and put on some new sheets. He actually tired himself out tonight, but he still couldn’t completely fall asleep.

He was tired yes, but everytime he shut his eyes they fluttered back up.

Tossing and turning on his bed he reached for his phone again, maybe another rewatch?

The shame nanami felt watching the streamer was now completely gone, he only watched her anyways and something about her voice always helped him not only get off, but fall asleep.

He remembers hearing a very….perverted conversation with Geto and Gojo about listening to sexual audios when they are too sleepy to watch a video, but too awake to fall asleep.

…It was 7am and honestly Nanami tried to ignore it, but Gojo was so damn loud.

With a moment before reconsidering he reached for his airpods and phone off the dresser again and scrolled through her videos.

This one. This video where she first moaned his first name was soothing

….to him.

Laying on his back, gently allowing the weight of his lids to fall shut he turned up the volume of his phone and just listened to her.

He replayed the video so much he almost can invision what she was doing in the exact moment she was speaking.

Nanami had no intention to touch himself again, just to simply hear her, but how naive of him to think he can listen to the wet sounds of her cunt and her soft moans and NOT have a body reaction.

He felt himself get hard, palming his shaft he rubbed it through his boxers, face getting red from the lewd thoughts he imagined from the video.

Nanami invisioned him on top of her, throwing her pretty thick leg on his shoulder, kissing her ankle to distract her from the full feeling of his tip and a few inches of shaft pushing its way inside her. When she moaned Nanami’s name he imagined that’s exactly how she’d sound the moment he bottomed out.

Without noticing his hand was down his boxers moving his fist at the same pace she was fingering herself.

Nanami wasn’t the type to make A LOT of noise when hes self pleasuring. He’s more vocal when with a woman, but his thoughts almost felt like reality he started to speak to himself as if she was there.

“Goooood good girl, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me…yesss fuck—-so good taking me in like this….”

He never really got off to just audio before, but somehow with his eyes shut he felt more sensitive and it wasn’t long until he felt close again, but he tried to hold on until til she was as well.

“C’mon baby…just like that cum with me. Yes fuck—-“

It probably would seem embarrassing to see such a big strong man whimpering in his bed alone at the thought of fucking a girl he doesn’t even know, but fuck it he did not care. It felt too good to him

It wasn’t too long until he made another mess. Sucking his teeth he just grumbled to himself knowing he needs to grab a towel, but before he does that, he moves over the table in his phone and clicks “New Message”.

While still coming down from his high, Nanami sends another $200 donation and private message to the pretty streamer stating;

“How much would it be for a private phone call?”

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

god i feel rough (failing delusionship) so let's do a quick little reaction to giving the 141 little gifts

you and soap regularly sit around and watch your favorite movies. gives you guys something extra to talk about while out in the field. most of them military related like American sniper or some really stupid comedies like the Hangover. A long time favorite of both of yours is the Office, though. So when you're on leave and see one of those stupid Dunder Mifflin keychains, you don't even think twice about getting it for him. When you're back and give it to him, Johnny gets real quiet and puts it on his keys. Gives you a little kiss to your temple and turns on one of your favorite episodes. Keeps you in his arms for awhile after that, platonically of course, bonnie.

ghost and you don't really talk much. you're both together a lot though, existing in each other's orbit. he does paperwork, cleans his guns, stitches up a new mask, whatever. you work on a new hobby, watch YouTube, sleep, or yap into the void. nevertheless, you two are very close. imagine simon's surprise one day as you two sit, your back against his shoulder, as you finish up a friendship bracelet for him. intricate little heart design. you hold it out to him in offering with a little smile, a bit too cautious for his taste. holds his wrist out, lets you put it on him. doesn't say much, but notices you made yourself a matching one. takes it, puts it on your wrist, and brings it to where his mouth is under his mask. little peck. best gift he's ever gotten, birdie. goes back to his work, but it becomes his fidget toy. inspects your wrist when he sees you without yours, brows furrowed. follows you around like a little lost puppy until you confirm that yes, simon, everything's fine.

gaz is baby. he loves spending time with you around base. your room is next to his, making it is easy for you two to meet up and have a nice time. however, his time in the military has made him harder and more forgetful to civilian celebrations and traditions. so when you two are sitting on night watch and you pull out a little cake with happy birthday gaz written on it, he remembers fond memories of a time before. loves you for bringing good memories to his forefront. shares with you, feeding you with his fork. pinkies linked as you watch the sunrise.

gruff old man price won't accept much. he's got a lot on his plate, doesn't need much else going on around him. however, when his favorite little sergeant stops by with a little treat and a cigar for him, he's gooey. all pleasant smiles, wonderful manners, asking about your day. hides his emotions when you mention a pesky little flea on another squad has been bothering you. don't worry, darling, you don't know it but he'll take care of it (if one of his boys doesn't first).

they'd be jealous of eachothers attention on you if they didn't feel the exact same way. pretty little thing, only for them.

[thepunkmuppet]

THIS POST CONTAINS GOTG3 SPOILERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

so it was only through this movie that I realised how incredible nebula and rocket’s relationship really is, or rather could be if they had more screen time.

they have the exact same backstory. horrific and violent experiments were performed on them both by galactic assholes with god complexes, and obviously they have both been recovering and running from that their entire lives.

but also, their personalities are just super similar - closed off, rude, no-nonsense, angry, etc. and that means that they can relate to each other in the same way as each other. what I mean is, they have spent their lives suffering in silence, and are not the type of characters to have long heart to hearts and open up to those around them. but that’s okay, because they can suffer in silence together. they can wallow in their pain together. no words required, just pure understanding.

and the fact that they were the only main guardians left during the blip?? are we just going to overlook how close they would have gotten?? a close knit family unit reduced to two people?? literally the only people each other had left?? LIKE???

UGH and the fact that she gets him bucky’s arm for christmas. it was on a different planet. she had never celebrated or even heard of christmas before. but it was THAT important to her to give it to him?? and the looks on their faces!!?!? YES

and just that scene where nebula hears his voice again and just sobs. and mantis (a literal empath) looks at her and says to rocket, “we love you and we appreciate you and we are so happy you’re okay because you are our best friend.” because nebula, just like rocket, isn’t the kind of person who would feel able to say that herself. but actions and reactions speak more than words, and those tears spoke VOLUMES of the value nebula places in her friendship with rocket and it just makes me so feral

[sturniqlo]

「 ✦ FUTURE CEO? ✦ 」

summary: dom!chris and sub!reader meeting for the first time

cw: drinking, slight gender bias (if you squint)

word count: 1.4k

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PART ONE

"enjoy the party, mr.sturniolo." the valet told chris as he handed him the car keys to his black sleek car. "thank you." chris nodded, fixing his suit as he walked up the grand stairs. outside lingered a few people smoking or just simply talking in the cool air. as chris neared the entrance, the doors were opened for him by two men in black and white tailored suits wearing ear pieces.

as they let him in, chris was met with the sound of classical music mixed with an echo of voices to whom belonged to other ceo's, family to said ceo's, and a few celebrities. chris decided to come to this even alone as he had no intention of staying for long. just make an appearance and go.

"hello... good evening... nice to see you too." chris repeated as he walked through the grand room. familiar faces, unfamiliar ones too, greeted him. "may i offer you a drink, mr. sturniolo?" a waiter holding a tray of glasses stood in front of him, chris had seen him at a few other events and had chatted with him before. "champagne?" chris asked, picking up a glass. "yes, sir. mr. celestine had it imported from france. very limited glasses tonight." chris took a sip, the acidic yet fruity taste hit his tongue. "thank you." he nodded, continuing to walk.

chugging down the champagne glass, he made his way towards the bar. as he waited for his drink, he felt a presence next to him. "can i get another?" he heard a soft voice, his gaze turned down towards the counter and saw you slide your cup to the bartender, your manicured nails a soft blush almost white color.

his eyes travel up your arms until he sees your face. your hair in it's natural form, your dress looking expensive, and don't even get him started on the stacked necklaces your neck adorns. "what're you having?" his voice comes out deep, yet soft. "oh- just a soda. not a big drinker." you lied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and chris catches a glimpse of your dangling earring, expensive earring may he add.

"what's your name, doll?" your stomach did a flip. "i'm y/n, what's your name." you knew what his name was. hell, you'd seen his face in many articles and interviews. plus had heard your dad mention him a couple of times. "i'm chris." he received the drink from the bartender and nodded at him as a thank you.

"i've never seen you around these types of events." chris said taking a swig of his glass, licking the droplet that escaped onto his lip. "yeah, i don't really enjoy these types of events. but, i decided to come tonight." the voice of the bartender caught your attention and you received your glass of soda. "thank you."

"you work with any of 'em?" chris nudges his chin towards the crowd full of ceos. you nod, clearing your throat before speaking. "i work with celestine studios."

"celestine studios?" he raised an eyebrow, looking at you confusingly. "that's a- that's a big company, y'know?" he takes a sip of his whiskey, before setting it back down on the countertop. "yeah- i'm the future ceo." you said proudly. "future ceo?" chris was taken aback, he thought you were joking and waited for you to say just kidding. but when he saw that you were serious, he cleared his throat.

"you?" he added. "yes me, is there a problem with that?" you were starting to get the ick from him. you had gotten the same exact reactions from other men as well. "no, no problem at all. like i said- it's a big company. hit movies, hit shows, y'know." in all honesty, chris had never seen a female ceo in this specific industry, it was a surprise to him. "you must've worked very hard to be getting that future title." before you could speak, you felt a heavy hand rest on your shoulder. "ah, mr. chris sturniolo. nice to see that you've met my daughter, y/n."

bad timing dad. you thought, biting the inside of your cheek. you just knew chris thought that the company was going to be handed over to you just because the infamous mr.celestine was your dad. but in reality, you've worked your ass off to prove that your capable of taking over once your dad retires in less than a year, after your twenty fourth birthday. "ahh, daughter?" he gave you a look before looking back at your father. "didn't- didn't know you had a daughter. you've never mentioned her before."

chris and your dad had met multiple times at different events, the first time they met was when chris' company blew up. your dad had invited him to an event similar to this one. "y'know me, don't like to mix work with family." it was ironic, chris thought. you, his daughter, were working at his company and you were going to get promoted to ceo. what chris didn't know was that when at work, your dad treated you like any other employee of his.

you did something wrong on a file? he scolds you just like he does to any other employee, no more no less. you did an outstanding job? a pat on the shoulder and a mumbled "do it again." and you liked it, you really did.

"how you enjoin' yourself so far, chris?" you dad says, stepping next to you. "so far so good. had a glass of that champagne, very delicious." chris chuckled. "well, i would hope so. cost me a pretty hefty amount." you just stood there as the two men chatted.

"yeah- sounds like a plan. we would love to have you around the office next week, won't we, hon?" you dad nudged you. you, bored out of your mind as the two of them spoke about who knows what, just nodded. "huh- oh yeah, definitely." you nodded, trying to show some enthusiasm.

as your dad got called over by a group of his buddies, he patted your shoulder and excused himself. it was just you and chris again. your eyes flickered up to his, and while he met yours, his gaze quickly dropped down to your figure for a second before meeting your eyes again. "so, you're the next ceo." he didn't question it, just starting the fact. "yeah."

"you enjoying the party?" he took a sip of his drink, the liquid burning his throat. "eh." you shrugged, pursing your lips. "i take it as a no." chris chuckles. "yeah, i kinda hate these parties. it's why i rarely attend them, but since im promoting soon- i kind of have to be here."

“mm, gotta start making a name for yourself, doll.” chris said in a serious tone, staring at her eyes. “i know, i've already have.” you state, you're not stupid. you know how this industry worked. after you take the position of ceo, everything will be the same. a few minor changes here and there, but nothing completely different.

a silence lingered in the air for a few moments. until chris broke said silence and changed the topic. “how old are you, doll? y’look young. are you my age?” he said, a small smirk danced on his lips. “i'm twenty three, you?” your thumb fiddled with the ring placed on your forefinger. “twenty four.”

the night continued on, and you conversation with chris also continued. what was supposed to be a thirty minute appearance turned into a three hour one for chris. the two of your moved from the bar to an empty table in a secluded corner and chatted about anything and everything.

in those few hours, chris noticed a lot about you. the way your pupils changed when you talking about something you were passionate about or when he said something that made you excited, he noticed how you fiddled with your necklace when you paid attention whilst he talked, and he noticed how your eye twitched a bit when he said something you disagreed with.

chris glanced at his heavy watch that sat fitted on his wrist, he noticed the time. 11:25pm. "i better get going, doll." chris said as he took one last big gulp of his now soda. as he looked at you through the side of the cup, he noticed a small pout on your face. a smirk crawled onto his face. "oh, alright. it was nice meeting you, mr. sturniolo."

"no, doll. none of that. call me chris." he stood up from his chair and gently grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on the back of your palm. "oh- okay then, chris." a slight blush appeared on your face.

"have a nice rest of your night, doll."

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ authors note ࿐��

a short first chapter :) what do we think of chris and doll?

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; “Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!” (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Billy closes the cupboard and looks back into the living room. Lynn’s still watching the static intently, and Tawky’s still settled all neat and comfy in his lap, though Lynn’s eyes look a little–heavy, kinda? Like . . . maybe, anyway. 

Billy sneaks a peek at the clock and thinks–it is getting kinda late, probably. Like, not really for a teenager and not for him either, ‘cuz it’s not really safe to sleep on the street for too long–honestly it’s better to just take a couple naps during the day if he can, especially when the weather’s shitty–but definitely for a little kid who’s just gotten driven halfway across the Midwest to their brand-new foster home and met their new dad and uncle for the first time and also gotten their own room and been to a diner and a library and cooked dinner and all that stuff for the first time. 

Actually, yeah, probably that’d be a lot even for a teenager, Billy thinks. Not that he really knows, ‘cuz he doesn’t really know any teenagers all that well and hasn’t been one himself yet, but it seems like it would? 

He’d sleep for a week after all that if he could, he thinks. 

He definitely would. 

Billy doesn’t really know how to handle the idea of, um–bedtime, exactly? Like, with Lynn, he means. Billy has not actually had an actual “bedtime” since . . . uh . . . 

“Lights out” doesn’t really count, he can’t help feeling, so . . . yeah, it’s been . . . a while, definitely. 

. . . maybe he should’ve taken a minute to check those parenting books for bedtime tips earlier, he thinks. Like–newborn tips and teenager tips, and then just split the difference, maybe? 

That seems like it’d probably be a pain in the ass to figure out how to split, though. 

He guesses what he should do is just whatever works, which, like–yeah, obviously and all, but like . . . doing “whatever works” is kinda, like . . . well, kinda a trial and error thing? And Billy really doesn’t wanna accidentally wreck Lynn’s first night of sleep in the apartment, that just seems like a bad foot to start off on and all, but he doesn’t know if Lynn knows anything about how he sleeps yet–like, he’s four days old and Billy’s pretty sure the first night he was alive he just spent fighting his way out of Cadmus and everything, so how many times has he even slept at all yet? And did he even go to sleep on purpose anywhere or just, like, pass out ‘cuz he was exhausted? 

Billy probably should’ve asked Lynn about all that stuff before the other started getting sleepy. 

Shit. 

Lynn blinks a little heavier, his head nodding once. Stiffens his spine like a reflex, and then looks a little–confused, maybe, and blinks rapidly a couple of times. Tawky peers up at him in concern, then seems to realize it’s the sleepy thing and glances over to Billy, who isn’t sure what to do and bites his lip. Tawky tips his own head, and Billy thinks . . . well . . . okay, that’s probably a lot of questions for Lynn right now, when he’s already pretty sleepy, but– 

Lynn blinks again–twice–and then wobbles in his seat, kinda, and– 

A weird jolt of alarm and the speed of Mercury both happen at the exact same time, and half a second later Billy’s in the living room with Lynn all scooped up in his arms and Lynn’s breath hitching sharply, one of his arms pinning Tawky against his chest and the other pressed tight against Billy’s chest in, like–a really obvious startle reflex. 

. . . maybe that was a panic reaction, Billy thinks, wincing at himself. 

“Sorry,” he says, trying to repress a worse wince. “Um–reflex. Sorry.” 

“Uh,” Lynn says, his breath catching again and the hand he has against Billy’s chest tightening into a fist around the neckline of the nerdy try-hard button-down Mr. Rogers sweater the magic made for him. He’s staring kind of blankly at where his fist’s clutching the sweater. “. . . ‘reflex’?” 

“Oh,” Billy says, then reddens a little in embarrassment. Yeah. Definitely that was a panic reaction. “Um–you looked like you were gonna fall, maybe, so–um, I know you’re invulnerable so maybe that sounds dumb, just I thought, like–I didn’t want you to fall?” 

“. . . uh,” Lynn says, and blinks real slow again. 

“Sorry,” Billy apologizes, trying to figure out if it’s more awkward to keep holding Lynn or to put him down without making sure it was just that he was nodding off and not, like, anything actually serious or anything. He got punched a lot of times by a guy with berserker super-strength just a few days ago, and that’s probably long enough that Lynn’s fine, but also Lynn’s only been alive a few days, so maybe like–what if he’s not actually fine, or–“Um–were you falling asleep?” 

“. . . I don’t know,” Lynn says, still staring blankly at his fist, or maybe at Billy’s sweater, or . . . who knows, really. “I don’t know what it feels like.” 

“. . . have you slept yet?” Billy asks with a worried frown. 

“I slept for four months,” Lynn says stiffly. He doesn’t lift his head at all. . 

Billy can maybe understand Lynn not wanting to sleep after spending so much time kept asleep and getting lied to all the time and not feeling anything real–like, that might be really scary, trying to sleep after that kind of thing, because maybe you’d wake up and it wouldn’t have been real either and– 

Yeah, Billy can definitely understand not wanting to sleep after that.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Stubborn

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Food!Play (kind of, Idk)/ Sexual intercourse/ One shot

Summary : You and Aizawa have been ignoring each other for days over a stupid argument, but you've had enough of it and decided to force him to yield in a special way.

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While sitting up in bed, back leaned against the headboard and a book in hand, Aizawa adjusted his reading glasses to a more comfortable position atop his nose, before turning the page to continue reading.

You were in the bathroom at that moment, a mischievous smile on your lips, and a devilish glint in your eye as you finished putting on one of the sexiest lingerie sets you own, which has proven time and time again its ability to bring your man to his knees.. and boy did you need that right now.

The thing is, you and him have had a heated argument a few days ago, and ever since then, he's been purposely avoiding you, probably to push you into apologizing first. It was a silent challenge between the two of you, to prove who's more stubborn and less willing to break in front of the other.

You stepped out of the bathroom and strode into the kitchen with quick and light steps, pulling an ice cream box out of the freezer, before scooping two large servings into a sundae glass and topping them off with a squirt of chocolate syrup.

You carried the frozen sweetness in one hand while switching the kitchen's light off with the other, before bouncing your way towards the bedroom and walking in with feigned innocence that could easily fool anyone, but not him.. definitely not him, because he knows you too well to fall for your ruse.

He glanced your way and raised an eyebrow as you plopped down onto your side of the bed next to him, before quickly turning his full attention back to his book..

"Let the game begin.." you thought to yourself.

Smirking slightly, you brought a spoonful of the strawberry and vanilla flavored ice cream to your lips, letting out a soft satisfied sound as the chill goodness melted in your mouth and slid down your throat, giving you a slight shiver that did not go unnoticed by him.

He shifted slightly and cleared his throat before turning the page in his book, other than that, he carried on ignoring you, although it was obvious by then how distracted he'd gotten.

His reaction spurred you further, and your attempts started getting bolder and bolder by the second. You took another spoonful and brought it again to your mouth, but this time instead of devouring its content, you simply licked it, still with those same satisfied noises that were pushing him to madness little by little.

He was still playing hard to get, but the words on the page started to mingle into an incomprehensible smudge, so there he was, fighting the urge to throw the damn book across the room and pin you down onto the bed before having his way with you.

You wanted to push a little further, glancing his way briefly before "accidentally" tilting the spoon and dropping the thawing sweetness onto your breasts with an over exaggerated gasp.

_ "Oh no! my favorite bra is now ruined." you placed the glass and spoon on the nightstand near you, before trailing your fingertips along your cleavage and delicate lace of your bra, effectively smearing the melted strawberry and vanilla treat all over the fabric and the swell of your bosom.

_ "What the hell are you doing?" and so, at that exact same moment, he finally relented and addressed you after days of silence, though his tone was almost thunderous with obvious irritation as he slammed the book shut and tossed it aside before shifting his weight slightly so he was facing you with a glare.

_ "Oh, so now you're talking to me?" you scoffed with barely concealed amusement, bringing your cream coated fingers to your smirking lips, and licking them with deliberate enticement while batting your eyelashes at him.

He gritted his teeth, to the point where you could swear you heard his jaw clicking, and before you could mockingly comment on the matter, he ripped off his reading glasses, throwing them God knows where, and jumping on top of you, pinning you with a brute force and fixing you down with a blazing stare.

You were taken aback for a brief moment, your bravado almost evaporating, until you saw the barely contained self-control reflected in his usually chill demeanor.

_ "So I take it you're ready to apologize, right?" you carried on shamelessly taunting him, arching off the bed slightly until your bodies were almost touching, but the only response he had for you was a deep growl rumbling in his chest before silencing you with a desperate kiss that bordered on obsession.

You tensed up for a moment, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat as he devoured your lips and invaded your mouth, you were expecting a little more resistance from the composed and dog-headed man whose stubbornness is usually unmatched, but then again, you were ignoring each other for days, and the built-up tension had to snap at some point.

You immediately regained your composure, kissing him back with the same fervor, messily, intensely, sloppily, in a battle of dominance.

You gasped and whined as he swiftly ripped your lace bra and cupped your breasts, pushing him slightly and breaking the kiss briefly to voice your protest, only to be interrupted by a husky: "be quiet, you said they were ruined already, didn't you? I'll buy you new ones," and his lips were devouring yours once more.

His large hands kneaded and squeezed and pinched your mounds relentlessly, before tracing your sides and moving lower and lower until they reached the delicate trim of your panties, hooking his thumbs in the garment, and pulling them down and off of you, to expose you fully to him.

He suddenly broke the kiss, leaving you flushed and gasping for air as he sat back to admire the view with an almost predatory stare, "alright princess.. since you enjoy games so much, let's play one."

His gaze shifted to the forgotten sundae glass on your nightstand, leaning forward to pick it up before kneeing your legs apart to settle comfortably between them.

_ "Shouta.. w-what are you going to do?" and for the first time that evening, your confidence and smugness seemed to falter.

He didn't reply though, at least not with words, he did however smirk delightfully while swirling his thick index and middle finger into the melted ice cream before bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean without breaking eye contact with you.

He scooped another generous amount of the strawberry and vanilla flavored delight in his fingers, smearing it over your hardened peaks, your stomach, and then lower.. a little lower.. almost where you needed him most, but not quite..

_ "Shouta.. stop teasing me already damnit!" you whined and writhed and glared up at him, but he was clearly enjoying your frustration.

_ "Shhh, stay still, and keep your lips parted," he demanded in a smooth tone that made you follow his wishes obediently, "that's my good girl," he added huskily and moved his ice cream coated fingers to your mouth, rubbing the melting delicacy over your parted lips before slowly leaning in to lick and suck it off, leaving you stunned and breathless.

He sat up afterwards, looking down at you with an intense stare and a pleased grin as he licked his lips and gathered his long, dark, luscious hair in a messy bun before diving in again, but this time to devour the rest of the sweetness off your lower belly first, nibbling on your flesh teasingly while doing so, and then higher, his stubble grazing your soft skin as he glided his hot wet tongue along your stomach, slowly, agonizingly slow, to the point where your breath got caught in your throat until you felt his warm mouth on your breasts, and that was when a broken whimper– something between an eager moan and a whiny protest, fell from your lips, "Shouta.."

_"What is it princess? impatient already?" he chuckled against your skin, still licking off the remainder of the ice cream. He took one of your perky nipples in his mouth, sucking on it hard and nibbling teasingly before moving to the other teat to give it the same treatment.

You arched off the bed, threading your fingers through his soft tied strands, messing them up in the process while tugging on them with every teasing graze of his teeth against your flesh.

He sat up again to regard you with a pleased grin across his lips as your body trembled uncontrollably, your chest heaved sharply, and your cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and without a word, he peeled off his black t-shirt and lowered his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion.

Your eyes widened as his hard cock bounced back against his abdomen, raging, throbbing and already leaking, and that's when you realized that he was actually as impatient as you were.

You instinctively spread your legs further for him, his gaze darkening at your silent invitation, and without wasting another second, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him before slamming his thickness into your glistening core with no warning or preparation, eliciting a gasp from you and a growl from him.

He stilled for a little while, giving you a moment to adjust to his thick shaft before pulling out slowly and thrusting back in just as hard as the first time, setting an unforgiving pace from the get go.

You arched off the bed and grasped onto the soft bedsheets underneath your twisting body, his fingers dug into your sides in a bruising manner, and his gaze pierced into your soul as he kept pounding into your pussy mercilessly.

You moaned his name over and over and over again with every brutal snap of his hips that effectively grazed your sensitive walls deliciously.

_ "You like that princess?" he hissed with an amused expression, but the intensity in his stare betrayed his lust.

_ "Yes! don't stop.. don't stop please.." you replied shamelessly, no longer caring about maintaining that cool façade you were portraying at the beginning.

Your fingers released the crumpled bedsheets to sink into his wrists as he kept pounding into you, and suddenly everything came to a halt, his hips pressed against yours but no longer moving, you whined and winced at the unfulfilled spark that was starting to burn inside of you.

You looked up at him, frustrated and puzzled, to find a smoldering gaze boring into your hazy eyes, and before you could even open your mouth to speak, his strong arms snuck under your back and pulled you up so you were straddling his lap instead.

You gasped, eyes widening and a rush of heat running throughout your body as the new position drove him even deeper inside of you.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself balanced. Lips parted, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, and legs trembling slightly, but he gave you no time to adjust to this new position, and immediately crashed his lips against yours in a dominating and bruising kiss that you couldn't keep up with.

His large hands cupped your butt cheeks as he started bouncing you on his throbbing shaft, he swallowed every whine, every whimper, and every broken moan leaving your throat everytime his raging tip hit your cervix.

You suddenly broke the kiss, arching into him and throwing your head back with a loud cry, "Shouta! I'm cumming! don't stop please!"

He growled at your desperate plea, feeling himself nearing his own release, "go ahead princess, don't hold back, I want to feel you falling apart around me." he demanded through a clenched jaw before leaning in to sink his teeth in the soft skin of your exposed neck, and that was when it happened..

Your eyes rolled back, and your body tensed up for a split second before an overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over you in waves, sending an uncontrollabe tremble to every cell of your body. You drowned into the sensation, his name leaving your mouth in an almost unintelligible slur.

He didn't relent, not until he finally reached his own orgasm, lifting you up slightly and pulling out of you seconds before bursting all over your tummy with a deep gravelly 'fuck' leaving his throat.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, and watched through hazy eyes as thick ropes of his pearly seeds painted your skin, and deep satisfied groans tickled your ear as he slowly came down from his high.

You two remained quiet for a long moment afterwards, heavy breathing and thundering thumping of your heartbeats were the only things that could be heard.

_ "Apology accepted." he finally spoke, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Your body stiffened momentarily, and your mouth hung open in disbelief at his shameless remark, and in an instant, your head snapped up and eyes bore into his own as you replied, "I never apologized though.. plus, that argument was your fault to begin with."

His expression turned even more amused as he pressed on, "so you weren't seducing me earlier huh? I must have misunderstood then."

You tried to swallow your embarrassment and remain as composed as he was, before counterattacking, "seduce you? if I recall correctly, you were the one who kissed me first!"

_"True, but why do you think I did that?" he spoke with a smirk playing on his lips while glancing at your shredded lingerie and the glass of melted ice cream, the evidence of your ruse.

You followed his gaze and scoffed before firing back, but with a hint of playfulness in your voice, "well, it's not my fault you find me extremely irresistible that some ice cream and a little revealing outfit were enough to make you lose your mind."

He let out a deep chuckle and sighed in resignation before purring, "alright you win, you're irresistible.. now shut up and give me a kiss."

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[murderandcoffee]

"oh no, I exposed someone committing literal crimes and called them crazy to my thousands of followers online, but now they've responded giving me the exact same treatment and it's just not fair! why would they do this to me!"

whoever wrote this episode fucking NAILED the influencer victim complex omfg

edit: reblog privileges have been reinstated. behave.

(author’s note because this is the piss on the poor website: this was live reaction as I was listening to the episode. I had not gotten to the heart issues and death part. if you’re going to try to argue with me over the morality of fictional events in a horror podcast, you will be blocked. be normal, I am begging.)

[monstersholygrail]

I wonder how like a monster would react to what you made a post saying how you bite the air?

-🩸

Oh my god, that’s so much fun

Monster bf’s reactions to you biting the air when excited

Werewolf bf will you see biting the air, already knowing you’re excited about something because he does the exact same thing when he’s excited. In fact, he gets excited just seeing you so excited. His cute fluffy tail thwacks against the ground as he scrambles over to you. Happily munching at the air and impatiently waiting to hear what’s gotten you so happy. His big puppy tongue lolls out, not being able to wait any longer and he starts attacking you with kisses, tackling you to the ground and demanding to know so he can share in your joy. And to also get some your sweet attention all to himself, the needy pup

Vampire bf leans against the doorway of the room, watching as you bite the air in excitement. Waiting for you to notice his entrance. He raises a brow as you meet his eye asking teasingly, “You practicing, love?” Knowing he’ll be turning you soon to spend an eternity together at long last. You can’t help but blush and he adores the blood that rushes to your cheeks. He walks over, sitting in front of you and offering his neck as he asks next, “How about some real practice?”

Minotaur bf would just so happen to come across you, biting the air and shaking your head wildly. He’d immediately think something was wrong, that you were trying to fend off some kinda attack or threat to them both. He’d huff, shaking his own horns as his tail snaps around. He’d rush over to you, shielding you from the danger even if he doesn’t know what it is yet. He’d praise you for trying to protect your little family, but you have him now and he won’t let you put yourself at risk. You have to ask him what he’s talking about and embarrassingly admit what you were doing. When you show him the cute video that caused it, you can’t help but laugh as he starts huffing and shaking himself with excitement

Dragon bf would be sitting next to you around the fireplace that he lit, making dinner and just being around each other. When suddenly you’re biting at the air in excitement. He automatically assumes you’re trying to breathe fire like him. He looks at you a little funny but knows you mean well. It’s actually quite cute and his chest puffs up in pride that you think so highly of him and dragonkind. He doesn’t say anything but he gives your head a little pat, bringing you to ask what that was about. He only responds, “Nothing, you’re just cute.” And suddenly your cheeks are hotter than any dragon flame

Orc bf would be coming home from a long day of hunting with his friends. They’d all walk into your shared home to see you biting the air and think you’re training your fighting skills. Your Orc bf would stand tall and proudly claim how his mate is a fierce warrior who could take any of them down. He walks over and kisses you passionately, about to encourage you on a job well done in your training. When suddenly you show him some super cute and fluffy moment in the book you’re reading and bite the air again. Your Orc bf blushes like crazy and asks if that’s what you were doing. But he can’t deny the moment in your book was super sweet

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Not a request but imagine Viktor debating whether or not to augment his dick because on one hand fun sexy times and on the other it's his dick shit can go wrong and he doesn't want to affect his fertility if he decides he does want kids

You know, as a fandom, I feel like we don't discuss the dick situation as much as we should... like, I've given my opinion on what's up with the Arcane Herald Penis Predicament (go read more on that in my one-shot The Prophet spoke, and the faithful knelt 👀), but I can't imagine the Machine Herald Cock Conundrum is the exact same...

Here is my hypothesis:

So, Machine Herald replaces the parts of his body that he considers weaknesses or that could be augmented with technology and machinery.

Dick and balls are pretty inconvenient from a technical standpoint, they're an easy target to incapacitate someone in a fight ((fun fact, some animals actually know this and will attack the face or the genitalia of other animals/humans to inflict the most damage)). Plus, they are a strong testament to how much the human body is controlled by emotions and impulses, so it wouldn't be that far-fetched to assume MH!Viktor would have gotten rid of them.

HOWEVER

I believe that this theory would be missing an important aspect of MH!Viktor's philosophy and identity. What he craves is an evolution of the human species through the removal of weaknesses of the flesh, such as illness. And evolution REQUIRES the continued existence of a species through time, which means reproduction is still a key aspect in his vision. It would be counterproductive for him to want to get rid of reproductive organs: they're an essential part of making sure a long-term evolution is even possible.

Additionally, MH!Viktor has been shown through various parts of his lore to be exceptionally caring about children. In that same vein, season 1 Viktor often brings back the concept of having a personal legacy...

Considering both of these factors, I'd say that, yes, MH!Viktor still has his human penis. BUT, he would also definitely get rid of the flaws I mentioned earlier.

For example, he would likely be able to at least partially regulate blood flow to his cock, in order to be in control of his own bodily reactions (ie., when he wants to be hard or not). He would also probably add some sort of protective cover or coating over it, with a flexible but resistant material that would prevent genitalia from being used as a weak spot. Almost like a permanent, metal cocksleeve.

If he was to gain a lover along the way, perhaps the sleeve could be tweaked a little, to add some bonus features. A length enhancer, or some bumpy ridges... the possibilities are truly endless. But it would all be solely for the purpose of his goal, of course, not for something as trivial as pleasure. A lot of research seems to correlate female orgasm to higher chances of pregnancy; he's only doing what has to be done to strengthen the future of the Glorious Evolution. Any additional physical enjoyment is merely a side effect, nothing more.

IN CONCLUSION, according to my professional, scientific opinion, I believe MH!Viktor would keep his human penis, but remove all its conceptual weaknesses with technology. There is simply no version of Viktor in the multiverse that doesn't make use of his big, fat cock, and that's just the way things are 😌.

[xclowniex]

Re a post going around about someone's feelings towards the Palestinian flag and them working on it and getting unfairly dunked on (forgot who made it but please tag them if you know who):

What I'm going to say is going to be controversial to a certain crowd.

It is not abnormal for jews, both in Israel and the diaspora to have gut reactions to the Palestinian flag. This is not because of Palestinians and is literally psychology.

For Israeli jews, they get attacked by Hamas. They have to run to bomb shelters, hide and hope that they or any of their loved ones don't get killed. So many Israelis either knew a victim of Oct 7th or knows someone who knew a victim. And Oct 7th wasn't the first tome Hamas or some other group has attacked Israel.

Whether you like it or not, Israelis are human beings. Regardless of the Israeli government's actions, Israelis are human beings. It is not abnormal for someone to develop a gut reaction to seeing the flag of a country where SOME people from that country have tried to kill you, regardless of what the government of your country has done.

For diaspora jews, we have seen so many people, often times people who are not Palestinian, weaponsize what is going on in Gaza to hurt us. And that fucking sucks for everyone. It sucks on the front that people are finding ways to excuse and justify their antisemitism, and it sucks on the front that people are weaponizing Palestinian suffering full stop.

I have been harassed by strangers who wear a Palestinian flag pin, who do not know my opinion but see that I'm Jewish and will walk up to me or past me and call me slurs and insult me. It has gotten to the point where I've almost been attacked.

Then you see online a 12 year old Jewish girl being raped. Jews being attacked for simply walking past a pro Palestine protest in Germany as they have a destination which requires them to walk past the protest. We see at counter protests how it's mainly the jews at these protests who get hurt and rarely pro Israel goyim.

You see all of that done by people who claim to support Palestinians and use their flag.

It is hard not to have a gut reaction.

I can imagine that it is the exact same, if not worse, for palestinians and the Israeli flag.

And the thing with all of this is, all of us are allowed to feel fear, anxiety, at seeing flags. It does not indicate that we hate the people from the countries those flags represent, or that we want them wiped out. It is a survival mechanism that our brains have learnt to keep us safe.

Where it matters is our actions and wants.

It is never okay to harm people for holding or wearing the Israeli or Palestine flag. It is never okay to want people dead because of the country they're born in. And that's where it really matters.

I and so many others on both sides actively work to get rid of this gut reaction. For me personally, I am grateful that I have a good foundation to start from in that I only get the gut reaction when a non Palestinian person wears, holds or has it in their bio. But it is okay if you're not there yet.

It is honestly disgusting to have this moral purity that you have to have started with no gut reaction and that working on it and changing doesn't matter. Because it does matter.

Calling whoever made that post a bad person for actively working to fix that gut reaction is wrong and doesn't do anything to help them improve.