#anyways hi this is my first original post in years

[gwensy]

how come you don't like the spiderverse movies? (/genq, i have mixed feelings about them too)

i've made a plethora of posts about this in the past but nothing very concise + i truly don't love alot of my older posts on the topic so i won't link any .......

but Essentially they have been beyond detrimental to Gwen Stacy and most notably Gwen Stacy-65 [Ghost-Spider] as a character lol. In the Sony movies she gets grossly mischaracterized and rewritten, her mythos is ignored almost entirely, her abilities are different, her age and personality are all altered -- and the fact that most of these changes are made purely to make her a more appealing love interest to Miles Morales [giving her more steady morals. changing her from a twenty-something year old to a fifteen year old. watering down her personality into a nothingburger of charming-love-interest.], which is a character that she is Barely even friends with in the comics, with the exception of sitting in a tree [Latour & Bendis Spider-Gwen #16]

— and this comic is a fucking nightmare scenario !!!. on Earth-8, Gwendolyn Stacy's grand escape from dying a tragically young death consists of her being wedlocked into a celebrity superhero marriage entirely away from home; her "happy ending" consists of marriage with a man that she barely gives a fuck about, and I don't think I need to explain why that is a laughably gross thing to do to a character that was created as a subversion and wraith like force in the face of the beautiful dead girl trope. [ontop of the fact that her and Miles truly do not work together. they are severely incompatible and in completely different age brackets + they are both preoccupied with worlds and love interests of their own. the fact that Latour and Bendis claimed to make this pairing for the sole purpose of 'coining a popular superhero ship' is also fucking annoying lol] which is why it is beyond infuriating to me that Spiderverse saw this comic and pairing and decided that it was *actually* a subversive and multi-verse shattering love story. because of course Gwen-65, a character who has never once shown any romantic reciprocation towards any other character within her source material, would actually love to be this boy's girlfriend and any adversity will be rewritten, rehashed or retconned. it is annoying and grossly misogynistic at it's core.

^ Gwen/Miles aside (though I do find it to be the center of the issues I take with Sony's portrayal of Gwen Stacy, alot of changes have been made to her character to make her a better side piece to his character in these movies.), Gwen Stacy is generally just wildly out of character and leagues more uninteresting than her comic counterpart in these movies — Jason Latour [the primary person responsible for her original comic characterization & the writer for her very first comic run.] had a hand in writing her for these movies and openly admitted to him seeing it as a "do-over" to rewrite his initial comics, which is crazy given that he was still fucking writing his Spider-Gwen run during the creation process of Into the Spider-verse. laughing crying emoji.

but so anyways. death, a lack of agency, trauma survival and loneliness are all very core parts of Gwen Stacy's character and stories within the Ghost-Spider comics, she is a genuinely interesting character who is extremely tied to her deceased 616 counterpart and the fact that these things are all erased in these movies for the sake of turning her into a different person entirely drives me up a wall -- and these movies haven't been exempt from comic synergy, either. Stephanie Phillips [the writer for Gwen Stacy's current ongoing run] Ghost-Spider is *also* wildly out of character with four previous comic runs being ignored or watered down in their entirety, with the author [yet again] admitting to using these comics as an avenue to rehash and rewrite the character. it is dire and gwen stacy fans have not had a win in their life since like 2017. death loves gwen stacy jot it down. read Latour Spider-Gwen (2015), McGuire Ghost-Spider (2018), McGuire Gwenom vs Carnage (2020), and what the hell maybe even some of Flores' spidergwens .......... and of course reading amazing spider-man & spider-man blue (2011) are required reading as a prerequisite to every Gwen Stacyism.

and she's literally venom in the comics which is seriously badass and awesome

look at my panels boy

[twisting-in-wonderland]

'Yuu!'

[necromite]

Assorted drawings of a very nice old man :]

[quirinah]

to the ones that encouraged me

[magentagalaxies]

creation of adam but it's this photo of me handing scott the martini before his buddy cole set in the KITH toronto show

[theoldhereafter]

Scene: a blast to the past with a noble girl and a foreign boy having fun in a meadow

content warning: they kiss, and just a bit of blood

He is stark against the cornflowers that surround him. Cerys stands on the hillside, watching his form lying amidst the meadow of blue and white; his lips are moving, perhaps singing a lullaby as he often does when his head is resting on her lap—but he does not at the moment; he lies on a bed of grass, and she cannot hear. That is a crime against her, she thinks, and people may fault her for such childish selfishness, but Cerys has long become an unreasonable woman when it comes to him.

She is running down to him before she knows it, dress billowing, and she is calling out his name, his sweet name—

“Cerys!” he answers in return, jolting up in surprise, and then his mouth is stretched into a beaming smile as he opens his arms, catching as she stumbles into his embrace.

They roll a few paces from his original spot. Their laughter is loud and unrestrained, with petals tickling her cheeks as Cerys gazes up at him, his shadow cast over her face.

“Why, good morning,” greets Cerys, biting on her lip to not grin widely. Her hands on his shoulder lower and caress down his sleeves, then resting on his wrists that are beside her head. “What were you talking about just earlier?”

He leans closer. “Must I tell you?” says her love, before pecking her forehead and turning over to lay on his back, still close for their arms to be pressed together.

Cerys huffs at that. “You should!” she shouts, aghast he thinks otherwise. “You must!”

He laughs softer this time. “Dearheart, I was just singing.”

“Singing? Singing what?” She moves to rest on her side, palms stacked over each other to rest her head on. He’s taken to twirling a lock of her dark hair between two fingers.

Cerys wants him to kiss it, so she tells him so.

“It’s a song from my hometown,” he answers after giving her three kisses: first on the hair already in his hand, second on her nose, and third on her forehead again. “My mother used to sing it whenever the springtime began, to entice good fortune and blessings into your life she said, so I wanted to try it for myself.”

Cerys hums in acknowledgment, feeling the beat of her heart echo throughout her bones. His voice is a blessing itself to the ears, but to hear him sing? Oh, it is the birdsong they describe wafting the air of the Garden for certain. She inches closer to him, and he lays down his arm for her to rest on instead of her palms. His face is all she can see now, and she drinks it in greedily; his pale eyes especially. They can see the world and beyond that yet still choose her to focus on, to lay with among the flowers. What a beautiful man she has found for herself. What a man she wishes to lock inside her ribs and simply have forevermore.

“Sing for me?” whispers Cerys, already knowing he will indulge her as he often— always—does.

It takes a moment, but he starts quietly, and she could have missed the beginning entirely if not for their closeness. The words he speaks are none that she recognizes or understands. It reminds Cerys of how he was born far from where they are now, how the land he marvels at in his dreams is not the same as hers.

It tickles her ears pink. She wants to whisk him farther away, to hide him from even the sun and the moon and his precious stars.

Cerys shuts her eyes instead, to let his voice lull her towards more reasonable thoughts.

He goes on for minutes, arms drawing her closer and closer until they embrace her tightly. He stops to speak directly over her ear for a second, informing her before he turns on his back and moves her to lay over him. She can hear his heartbeat now, louder than her own. He continues to sing, and Cerys does not want to be anywhere else.

She loves him, she is certain. From the moment Cerys laid eyes on that boy in the nearby forest years ago, when she sought solace in the greens of nature, and him in the blues of the skies.

She can still hear his first words to her so clearly, his foreign tongue undeniable then.

Who died?

It startled her as a child; his frankness, his staring, his unusual appearance that contrasted everyone she had met until him. But she had glanced down at her outfit—a mourning cloak embroidered with her favorite flowers—and remembered her manners. My brother is receiving his pyrexial rites, she had answered.

He spoke again, softer this time. What’s a pyrexial rite?

He interested her, so she closed the distance between them and sat beside him in the tree shade. Their first conversation lasted hours until the stars appeared dancing across the night sky, and because of him, she had forgotten the heaviness in her chest from knowing she would never see her younger brother again, even in the Hereafter. She was alone when her family found her; she had ushered him to hide when the first shout caught her ear, and they had promised to meet again if the chance arose.

Now here they are, in each other’s embrace, and Cerys thinks.

“I will spend this spring with you,” she declares, raising her head to lock eyes with him.

He pauses, the birds chirping above. “But your family,” is all he says.

“Like always, they will return once Father is demanded back at Central, but I will ask to remain here.” Cerys grins. “With you.” She punctuates this by leaning to kiss him.

They have kissed before, certainly. A group of Cardinal flowers bore witness to their first by the lake. Cerys can still recall the sweet way he had taken her lips, and it comes as a pleasant surprise when this one is different from their previous kisses; it is fervent and passionate, moreso than usual, and she wants to devour him, to ravish him down into the grass so that her words leave a mark: she will be staying with him regardless of her family’s wishes.

She pats his shoulder once, twice, and he sweeps her into a hold as he stands. Their chance to breathe is small before their lips are locked together once more, fiery and eager and loving and yearning all at the same time. She has a tight grip on his pale hair, other hand pressed on his nape. He cradles her like she is something precious beyond belief.

They break apart only when their lungs have started to ache, rosy-cheeked and shameless in their delight. “What if they disagree?” he asks, ever so careful since he was a boy.

Cerys feels more alive than ever, and her hand on his nape urges him forward, knocking their foreheads together. She says this like a vow: “I will run away. We will marry.”

Every word that leaves her mouth is an ultimatum, an absolute nobody can deny her—not her family, not the other houses, not even him. But Cerys needs not to ask him either way, because his eyes are teary, looking at her with love that can replace the stars in the sky.

He lets her down to her feet with a gentle peck, searches through the meadow, and plucks one cornflower among the rest. A blue one; Cerys thinks of her own eyes seeing its color.

“I’ll get you a better, grander ring than this when I can,” he whispers, taking her hand and tries his best to tie it around her finger. The sight is adorable, making her heart race and cheeks flush a deeper red.

“A ring is nothing as long as I have you,” says Cerys, but she lets him finish, watches him snap the excess stem off, and marvels at the sensation of it on her skin. A crudely-done ring, from a cornflower picked simply from this meadow—but one he chose and shaped to fit, one he places a delicate kiss upon like engraving it with a promise.

She cannot restrain herself now. It has been on her mind for a while now, and she indulges herself.

Cerys grabs his hand, his ring finger to be exact, and brings it to her mouth. She hears his breath hitch when she places it inside, and stares at his face, his eyes, scrutinizing every inch of him.

And then she bites down, hard, until blood lands on her tongue and she licks it up.

There.

He is lovely, lovelier than any rose, than any flower in full springtime bloom, looking utterly bewildered and starved all at once. Cerys wants to imprint this particular expression of his into her mind, to lock it up so only she gets to ever witness it. She concedes to intertwining their hands instead, his blood staining the petals of the cornflower.

We are married in the way that matters.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Adorned by stars | Changing States

When he hits the I-70, Jeremiah slots George Michael’s Faith into his ’98 Accord and drives with the windows down. His mother would chide him for two reasons: a) he’s wasting fuel and b) it’s begun to storm. But he likes the way the wind shears through his hair like a nail breaking drywall and he likes the way spats of rain settle on his skin like constellations because on the road, he isn’t just a hand for someone else to hold, a body to handle, a man who looks at another man and fears how much of himself he’s lost in his reflection. No. On the road he is the sky, adorned by stars of his own making, relentless in his abundance, blinking in the absence of any other light.

A little Changing States aesthetic & excerpt!

i'm so normal about him i'm so normal i'm so normal i'm so-

[sysig]

My ship now (Patreon)

[themyscirah]

Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.

Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.

Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)

The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.

As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!

[morninkim]

In 1997, Metropolis got its own superhero, the first costumed crime fighter in decades, a flying man who would call himself Superman.

Later that same year, the Batman of Gotham first appeared, his methods much more brutal than the Man of Steel’s chipper and friendly demeanour.

A year later, in 1998, Diana of Themiscyra, the Wonder Woman, returned to Man’s World after nearly a century away, having aided the allies in the first World War.

Though the three were from very different worlds, their activities and efforts to make the planet better would usher in what many would call the Silver Age of Heroes!

[billygaysanguine]

does anyone ever think about how scapegraces speech patterns changed drastically after book 4 or just me

[magenta-somethings]

the whiplash of yj98 referring to tim drake as being nearly fifteen years old. like. huh?

[lumsel]

AITA for not wanting my roommate to use my toothbrush?

Hi reddit. A few days ago I (NB27) was getting ready for work when I caught my roommate (NB27) in the bathroom brushing their teeth with my toothbrush. I got really mad at them for this, but they didn't think it was a big deal and said I was overreacting.

Their logic was that because they were my exact duplicate all our germs are basically the same anyway so it's basically like just one person brushing their teeth twice. But my opinion was that we became "different people" one year ago, when they woke up in my bed beside me one morning without any explanation. But this made them mad because they said from their perspective I was the one who woke up in their bed one morning without any explanation, and they accused me of claiming to be the original again. Things got really heated after this but neither of us was able to kill the other because our abilities were perfectly matched so we basically just declared stalemate like usual.

This whole ordeal had been especially disconcerting to me because up until this point there have been no real points of divergence in our personalities. Every time we have made a decision we would both make the same choice, all of our opinions and beliefs have been identical, and any time we converse it's difficult because we keep trying to say the same thing at the same time. So for us to disagree on anything is unexpected let alone something this big. I was hoping to use this as a clue to help prove I was the original but unfortunately none of my friends or family can remember my stance on toothbrush clone sharing so I was out of luck there.

Anyway they still keep using my toothbrush even though there's another one there because they "like the blue one more than the purple one" but the blue one is mine!!! I really don't think its unreasonable to ask them to use a different toothbrush here, especially since I was here first. AITA?

EDIT: mods this thread isn't a duplicate, they just posted the same topic from their perspective at the exact same time that i posted mine. stop flagging this for deletion.

EDIT 2: I can't believe I have to say this, but a perfect copy of dubious origin is a completely different category of person to a twin!! None of the social dynamics are the same, you can't draw equivalences between them. So when we have sex it is NOT incest. Can we please stay on topic here?

[carolinanadeau]

When I was 19 years old, I was in a one-act play directed by a fellow student and sort-of friend. The play culminated in a kiss between my character and the male lead, and, of course, the first few weeks of rehearsals, we did not actually do the kiss.

The thing about this kiss is that it was supposed to be the woman confessing her love by kissing the man totally unexpectedly and out of the blue. So, one day at rehearsal before we ran the scene, the student director takes me aside and tells me privately that this time he wants me to actually do the kiss, to try and get an authentic reaction out of the other actor, who wouldn't be expecting it.

Now, there are a couple factors working against me here. One, the other actor, not expecting the kiss, would naturally not be able to cooperate at all to make this work. Second, the scene was set so that I was standing and he was sitting, and so the angle is a bit awkward - I'm very short, but I still will be leaning down to reach his lips. And third, I have never kissed anybody in my entire life, so really the proper aim is just total guesswork here.

We run the scene. When the moment comes, I try to kiss my scene partner. And - predictably - what actually happens is that my lips kind of smashed into his chin instead of his lips. I remember feeling his lips against my nose and his stubble against my lips. We had to stop the whole scene because it was such a disaster and I was incredibly embarrassed.

And that's the story of my "first kiss" and certainly one of the most disastrous stage kisses of all time!

[xxsabitoxx]

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Warnings: All characters are 18+, this post is explicit smut. As if you couldn’t tell that from the title

A/N: Funny story, I forgot I already wrote this same concept last year… but since I didn’t realize until I finished writing this… imma post it anyways. But if you’d like to see my original thoughts on this topic, you can see them here with an additional 2 characters lol

Gojo Satoru

He is relentless, especially when he’s in the mood to go down on you. These little moods of his will have him between your legs for hours, multiple times a day. You always like to joke that he knows when you’re ovulating because somehow these little moods seem to fall in sync. If Satoru goes more than three days without you, it’s like he’s going through withdrawals. He’s skilled with his tongue, he’s able to move it in ways and speeds you didn’t know a man could. Typically he’s a tease, he’ll edge you until you have an orgasm so pathetic you can’t even call it one. Ya know, the kinds where you come and don’t feel that satisfaction, just the pulsating ache of needing more. But recently, Satoru discovered how much more fun it is to overstimulate you. He loves the way your finger’s bury in his hair and try to tug him off as he sucks on your clit until you’re sobbing and begging him to ease up. He’ll keep your thighs spread wide, large hands effortlessly keeping them in place while they desperately try and close. He’s also the type to see those “pineapple make’s your cum sweet” articles and come home with enough pineapples to feed a village. He’s not even embarrassed about his reasoning, even if it’s just a myth, his sweet tooth can’t pass up the opportunity. Satoru loves your natural taste, but you surprised him with edible lubes in various fruity and sweet flavors one night… you still recall seeing the sun rise. 

Geto Suguru

He’s a god at eating pussy and you can’t convince me otherwise. Suguru has always been about your pleasure over his, not to say he doesn’t have his selfish moments, but your pleasure is just so much fun to him. He loves the noise, the facial expressions, the smell, the taste. The first time he went down on you, you were convinced he was lying about it being his first time. The ability just came naturally to Suguru. Like Satoru, Suguru loves to tease you. He’ll focus all of his attention on your dripping entrance, only stimulating your clit if his nose bumps it. He loves the way you squirm, his nails leaving crescent shaped nail marks in the plump flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. He loves your breathless gasps, his long hair tickling your thighs as he eats you out, only adding to the stimulation that’s making your toes curl. Suguru loves to make you beg, pulling his mouth away from your cunt to just barely flick his tongue over your clit. He’ll stop all together just to taunt you until you’re sobbing, begging him to do something. He has a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, most of the content being videos of him eating you out, some he even made you take just so he could see the camera shake with your effort to keep it straight and hear your noises better. He puts on a show for you, slurping and sucking and moaning just to feel your thighs tremble as you moan with him. 

Nanami Kento

Eating you out is a stress reliever for Nanami… so it happens like very fucking day. Lord help me this man will spend hours edging you, cheek pressed into your thigh as he lazily licks and nips at your cunt. He can’t think about anything but you when he is between our legs, moaning and whining his name like a beautiful lullaby. He’ll let you cum eventually, but for the time being you are completely at his mercy. Nanami is the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, especially on nights where he comes home late and you’re already passed out in bed. He’ll make out with your cunt honestly, licking and sucking and nipping at your folds until he can’t tell if you’re wet from his saliva or your own arousal. The answer is both. He doesn’t care for any of the fancy shit, so don’t bother with flavored lubes or eating particular fruits to try and alter your taste, he just wants you and you alone. I feel like this man has a scent kink so the smell of your arousal honestly gets him going even more. He prefers eating you out in bed, mostly because he’s tired and nothing feels better to him than laying on his plush mattress while using your thighs as his pillow. He’s a whore for face sitting by the way, even less of his energy needs to be put into  that, especially when you’re grinding your cunt against his tongue. Nanami’s other favorite thing to do is use his tie to bind your wrists, that way you really can’t interrupt him.

Fushiguro Toji

I had to restart Toji’s so many times because I got too aggressive. Listen, this bummy ass bitch will eat you out till the sunrises and he will make a fucking mess of you while he does it. Toji will eat you out and finger fuck you until you’re screaming. He’ll give you a “break” by stuffing you full with his dick and then get back to work eating you out again after he blew his load in you. Filthy bitch. He’ll eat you out anytime, anywhere, any position. He’ll never turn down the opportunity and depending on your relationship with him, this bitch may even charge you for his services. Which is just another way he likes to tease you, watching you whine and squirm while you cough up the money he wants. He’ll call you pathetic as he gets on his knees and basically rips your underwear off of you, commenting the whole time about how much of a whore you are… like he ain’t selling his body to you rn. This man will somehow make you feel inferior, but you can’t be bothered when his tongue is lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Toji will make sure your thighs and your cunt are swollen, bruised, overstimulated, and sore by the time he’s done with you. Your cunt is puffy from his sucking and biting, thighs littered in dark marks and teeth indents. He'd go as far as to find a marker and write “cum dumpster” on you if he was really in the mood to see you sob.

Ryomen Sukuna

Listen, you thought Toji could be mean? Sukuna is ten times worse. The thing is, the king of curses actually likes to eat pussy but he won’t admit it. But that is not to say he can’t live without it, Sukuna is selfish and really only prefers things that pleasure him in the process. But, when you’re sobbing, pathetically begging him to go down on you, he may just crack. Especially if you’re looking at him with watery eyes, swollen lips from sucking him off, your neck littered with bite marks and bruises. Oh, and, if you’ve made him cum, he’s more likely to agree and indulge you. If you manage to convince the king of curses to go down on you, don’t expect him to be easy on you. His nails are digging into the flesh of your thighs, blood dripping slowly as he eats you out with so much force it’s borderline painful. He’s using his tongue and his teeth, nipping at your folds and even grazing your clit with them until he can tell your sobs are a breathless mix of pleasure and pain. If we’re talking true form Sukuna, I promise you he won’t stop until you’ve blacked out. He’ll use one set of arms to hold your waist while the other set keeps your thighs spread. He’s forcefully dragging your cunt over the long tongue that protrudes from his stomach, occasionally stopping just to hold you still as he spreads you open and stuffs you with the same tongue, watching you yelp and moan as he toys with you. 

Okkotsu Yuta

If you look up the definition of “pussy drunk” you’ll see a picture of Yuta. This man cannot go down on you without becoming delirious. Your body puts him in a trance, he can’t even explain the way you make him feel. Yuta is all about body worship and his favorite way to go about it is having his face shoved between your legs for hours. He’s just as vocal as you are while he eats you out, groaning and whining against your cunt until the vibrations are making your eyes roll back as you cum again. He’ll be kneading your thighs as he eats, squeezing them like stress balls and hitting nerves that send sparks of electricity all the way to your toes and all the way up to the base of your neck. Without even trying, Yuta will manage to overstimulate you until you’re unironically going cross-eyed, fingers twitching as they bury in his hair and try to pull him off so you can catch your breath. Yuta is still a bit shy when it comes to being intimate outside of the privacy of your home. But that doesn’t mean he won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom and eat you out against the bathroom stall. In this sense, he’s almost cocky when someone unknowingly enters the bathroom only to see two sets of feet in one of the stalls. Not to mention the noises are echoing. Yuta lives to see your eyes going wide from embarrassment as he doesn’t stop, your noises are uncontrollable as he tongue fucks you. The poor bastard who entered the bathroom with the intention of properly using it just muttered under their breath and walked out.

Itadori Yuji

Yuji is eager, so, so damn eager. He wants to do anything and everything that brings you pleasure so when it comes to eating you out, he’s determined to be great at it. Yuji is the type to ask you for “practice” or “lessons” which is just his way of indirectly asking if he can eat you out. Most of the time, it’s an offer you can’t refuse, because as fate would have it, Yuji isn’t bad at anything. He’s so praise focused, eyes glued to your face as he flicks his tongue along your folds and waits for you to tell him he’s doing good. He’ll slow down when your praise isn’t coming fast enough because he wants you to beg. Yuji is a sucker for adding fingers to the mix, as much as he loves making you cum with just his tongue, he sees no point in limiting your pleasure for his own confidence boost. Kind of contradictory since he likes when you beg. Yuji is also the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, just slowly lapping at your cunt while also rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to not wake you up until you’re coming. He finds it so pretty when you wake up gasping, completely unable to restrict any of your noises as you orgasm. It’s important to mention that Yuji is a sucker for 69-ing and face sitting, he loves, loves, feeling your plush thighs caging in his head. He can’t get enough of the way your body settles so nicely into him, no longer afraid of “suffocating him” by sitting all the way down on him.

Fushiguro Megumi

He won’t admit it but he loves to eat you out. Megumi is shy at heart so even if he’s been with you for years, he can still get embarrassed when telling you how badly he wants to go down on you. He’s focused when he does get between your legs, hands gripping your thighs or hips while his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Megumi loves to tongue fuck you, just because he knows it’s not enough stimulation to make you cum but enough to make you embarrassingly wet. He’s a bit mean at first, not willing to let you come until he feels you’ve earned it. He’ll stop abruptly just to sink his teeth into your inner thighs, not stopping until you’re gasping as the pain turns bruising. He’ll admire the teeth indents he’s left on your skin while his nails are scratching down your other thigh, tongue moving to wiggle against your clit until your hips are bucking. Megumi finds toys to be very hit or miss, but he’s found a love for stuffing you with a vibrator while putting all of his attention on your clit. Megumi’s preferred method of “torture” depends on his mood, either he’ll edge you until you’re begging or overstimulate you until you’re crying. He’s very private when it comes to these things… unless he’s jealous. Much like Yuta, he will not hesitate to drag you somewhere private while out in public to remind you of who you belong to.