#and then i found it in my drafts

[impossiblesuitcase]

need more points or ideas of romantic things you think our emperor would do for his beloved cyborg!!

If she's sitting down and he wants to tell her something, he comes up behind her, leans down and wraps his arms around her neck so their faces are close.

He brings her tea and coffee during the day even though that's Nainsi's job, just so he can check up on her.

Whenever she's self-deprecating, he says "hey, that's my wife you're talking about. Don't be rude!"

Picks out outfits and jewellery for her that he thinks will look nice. She loves it because she doesn't have to think about what will match or look good as that's not her skill set.

Asks her to tell him all about whatever mechanical task she's tackling today. He doesn't understand a word of it. But he loves hearing her speak passionately (and it's hilarious how in canon he finds it "weirdly attractive". Yes Kai, it is weird 🤣).

He genuinely thinks she looks beautiful 24/7, all dressed up or a total slob, and he says this to her one time and she says, "you're just saying that." So he goes out of his way to compliment her regularly and if she brushes it off he follows up with, "is your lie detector flashing?" Sometimes she jokingly lies and says it is (it never is, he never lies to her), so he says "my Cinder lie detector is flashing."

[muttmoxley]

sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

[caemidraws]

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[krafterwrites]

Yo mama so inactive she deactivated

[toji-bunny-girl]

Big strong man Toji thinks he can’t do it after 2 months of fucking you. Every. Single. Day. You must be some undercover assassin trying to kill him by milking his cum and soul with your insatiable horniness and god-tier pussy.

Either way, he’s sure he’s going to die by your hands sooner or later. So, he’s decided to cut ties with you—saving the label ‘guilty of homicide’ off your record…just after this last fuck. It’s tragic, really. He’s finally found a pretty girl who can handle him, but he can’t handle her.

As sad as it sounds, he just had to do it.

The air is so hot that he could almost hear the sizzling of the molecules against his sweat-glazed skin from the back of his head. The sharp pain from how deep your nails sank into his flesh was the lone anchor that held him conscious. Everything was a blur and the only thing he could focus on was the aching tingle in his cockhead as his hips bucked from his nearing 5th orgasm.

Toji could somewhat feel your weight on and off his numb thighs, and your soft tongue came to lick the drool that leaked from the edge of his scared lips. God, you’re actually driving him crazy. “Baby, m’gonna die. Yer’ pussy milkin’ me to death.”

“Haa—mmn! T-This dick mine,” you whimpered out through your pants, slamming your ass down his flexed thighs and garnering two loud groans from the both of you. Fuck. That was hot. Your head lowered to suck and teeth at an unmarked spot on his neck, the way your tongue slowly slither up to his ears making his teeth sink into his lip to suppress another moan.

“Baby t-there’s nothing more—” it was clear you didn’t care to process his words when you sank deeper down his length, each thrust earning a loud sloppy squelch from your tightening pussy.

“Wanna feel good. W-want more, Toji!”

“Aah—shit!” He’s going to crash out if your tight little cunt stays sloppy and tight around him. The threat of another orgasm making his nerves go crazy and his cock goes painful from all the tingles. Toji doesn’t know what would happen to him if he were to cum in your warm cunny again—it’s going to drive him feral in the least.

“Cum w’me, Toji,” you were edging him nearer and nearer to the pit of engulfing pleasure, your sweet words and pretty voice ringing in his mind and god, he swore he could feel his good ol’ brain melting into slimy puddles. “F-Feel good with me, please—mmhp!”

“I’ll give you everything—haa. M’all yours, baby,” his tongue lolls out of his sloppy mouth and your pink muscles met in a messy wet dance. Everything is sticky and wet and hazy but it’s the closest thing to heaven Toji would ever reach. Hell is the place after death for him, and he’d come into terms that your addictive little nympho cunny is his lovely paradise on Earth <3

[moonstoast]

yes & no by natalie wee

[posallys]

percy when someone asks who's the head councilor of the poseidon cabin

[lostinmycolor]

his touches are gentle. he's a strong man, a lot stronger than you. he could easily toss you around like a ragdoll, squeeze you, spank you. he does sometimes, when you beg so nicely with that sweet voice of yours. because how could he ever say no to you? but most times, he's gentle. he prefers it that way. he handles you like you're made of porcelain, like you'll crumble in his hands if he's a little too rough

his voice is gentle too. it's deep, the timbre strong enough to reverberate through your bones. but he only speaks this softly around you. you deserve to be spoken to like this. you're such a good girl for him, he could never raise his voice at you, even if he were upset. he'd live with a guilty conscious for the rest of his life if he did that.

his breathing is heavy from sudden the absence of the friction as he stops to adjust your position, chest rising and falling vigorously as he wraps his fingers around one of your ankles, carefully lifting it over his shoulder, his free hand gently holding your other leg down against the mattress. you protest softly, wanting him to keep going, and he smiles fondly at the sound of your needy whine.

“i know sweetie, i know,” he says softly, soothingly rubbing your leg that’s now draped onto his shoulder before continuing his gentle ministrations, his hips lightly bumping against yours, the light sound of your bodies colliding joining the sound of your labored breathing and soft moans.

his touches are gentle, just like his love. his love is soft, gentle—quiet, but in a way that speaks volumes. his love is perfect, like when you hear a song that perks up your ears, or eat a food that you were craving for so long. it’s perfect, like when he angles his hips just right to hit that spot inside of you that makes your eyes rolls back, your back arch off the bed. it’s just what you need.

he leans down to wrap an arm around your torso, lifting you in a way that makes your lower abdomen touch his with every thrust, the warmth of his body closer against yours making your skin prickle, and you can’t help the way you instinctively push your hips up to meet his, every movement making the sensation more intense.

you’re perfect to him too, especially when you’re like this—pressing your thigh against his hip more firmly, writhing and mewling so sweetly under him as you feel yourself starting to tip over the edge, so close to falling into that abyss of bliss, closer to reaching the high you’re so desperately craving.

there’s really no love purer than his, you realize, as he gently grabs your face, making you look up at him, his fingers holding your jaw firmly but not enough to cause any type of discomfort. you realize it when he looks straight into your eyes as he spills into you, that final thrust he gives you enough to finally tip you over that edge, a soft “that’s my girl” leaving his lips as he watches you succumb to the pleasure. you realize it when he leans down to place the softest kiss against your lips, and you feel how his own lips curl into a tender smile as he does so.

there is and never will be a love purer than his.

[pinkiepig]

Would you love me if I rubbed my face all over your ribcage

[jaeger-tech]

Pacific Rim Dashboard Simulator

🙇‍♀️ alphamycherno Follow

i don't know about this "let's build a wall" thing like. where's the sexiness? the vibes? what's the point of war if we don't even have hot people in big fuckass robots anymore

🎴 coyote-t Follow

there are so many legitimate, important reasons to protest the wall of life, but whatever it takes i guess. sure. it's not fuckable enough

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🐉 exxxtraterrestrial Follow

happy kaiju blue monday!!

#happy kaiju blue monday

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🦅 ppdc-confessions

Anonymous asked:

I'm a janitor at the HK shatterdome and certain two german scientists should either fuck or finally kill each other at this point, I don't care. They're always in the lab no matter the time of day so I can't avoid them and so they try to get me (the janitor) to choose sides in their domestics!! I refuse to step in that lab again and involve myself in whatever the fuck they've got going on. They'll just have to clean that shit themselves

#this is the third confession about these scientists this week are you guys okay

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🍱 scissure

are we forgetting that PPDC is literally military like you people are not immune to propaganda

☠ buena-guy Follow

You are right. The kaiju are here to bring us to justice, there's no sense in fighting them. If you also feel like this, you can find out more on my blog ❤

🍱 scissure

SILENCE, CULTIST

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💃 shatterdo-me Follow

what if we kissed in the drift 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls 😳

#ok but for real what do you mean i have to go get into the MILITARY to become a JAEGER PILOT if i want to find my SOULMATE this is so fucked up #release the tech #for the gays

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[celebrimborium]

rings of power + central relationships*

*by gesture and touch

[kevindavidday]

you guys don't understand how insane the sentence "why didn't they love her enough to keep her safe?" is coming from the protagonist of a series like all for the game. none of the foxes, even in their most delirious state, would have that expectation from the people who had betrayed them. jean is such a deeply genuine and emotional person, so different from the perspective neil provides, that it actually hurts more to know he had any hope at all for elodie's survival

[ale-arro]

we will never achieve gender liberation without deconstructing amatonormativity. btw

[casart]

Hi hello could I interest you in some prinxiety (⁠人⁠⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)💜❤

[not-a-bumblebee]

[morverenmaybewrites]

Imagine sliding your fingers underneath Diluc’s glove, the sensation of soft leather and your nails raking against his palm. The frown he’ll give you as he first tries to pull away, then relents, curious about what you wish to do.

Imagine your surprise when you finally manage to peel it off: they are not the hands of a rich businessman. Instead, they are the hands of a swordsman: the skin is rough and dotted with callouses.

When you turn it over, the knuckles are bruised, and when you run your thumb over the broken skin, he inhales sharply.

You apologize, contrite, and ask him if it hurts.

It takes several seconds before he answers, “No.”

It sounds like a lie, and you look at his face to look for any signs of pain. Instead, you find that he is looking at the way you cradle his hand in both yours. He is transfixed, his eyes are like burning coals.

“Where,” you ask. “Did you get these? I don’t remember any fights breaking out in the tavern lately.”

This time, Diluc doesn’t answer.

You can feel it then, it changes the air around you: the suffocating silence of a secret not shared.

Finally, you speak.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t have to tell me.”

And you raise his hand to your lips to plant a kiss. RIght there, over the bruises.

And his expression changes. You’d seen it several times before, on adventurers who stumble into Mondstadt, after months spent in the wilderness: a hunger that borders on starvation.

Finally, Diluc pulls himself from your grasp, and he uses his newfound freedom to hold you to him, the warmth of his body chasing the chill away.

“Thank you,” he says. “Maybe someday soon. I’ll tell you.”