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orimuraa · 11 days ago

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∘˙○˚.• Cause I know you'll save me - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen when you’re injured ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff, crack┆kisses, petnames, mentions of injuries, swearing┆wc 697

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: soo...ik injuries aren't funny..BUT i tried to make this light-hearted :( also jiji active era?? like seriously, idk whats up but i have so much motivation rn lmaoo. if you enjoyed, please reblog! i appreciate it so much <3

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"WHAT HAPPENED???? I HAVE BAND AIDS!!" a breathless heeseung bursts through the door, his hair all the place. "i cut my finger," you frown, holding up the wrapped up index finger. heeseung lets out a huge sigh of relief. "phew, baby i thought you cut off your hand!" he says dramatically. "yeah, like band aids could re-attach my hand," you snort, playfully swatting his shoulder. "you're lucky i love you or i would chop of your hand myself."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

you had recently sprained your ankle, resulting in you being bed-bound for the next couple of days to let it heal better (jay's orders, not the doctors). your boyfriend was like a worried mom, making sure you were okay and had everything you needed. "jongie? cam you come lay with me? trust, it'll help my ankle," and how could he say no to such a cutie? "thank you for taking care of me mother jong," you giggle once he's next to you. "heyy i'm just doing proper boyfriend duties!" he whines, a small pout making his way to his lips. and what a proper boyfriend he was.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

"shit!" you yelp as you instantly retract your hand from the burning pot. rushing over to the sink to cool it down, in runs in a frantic puppy, a stressed look on his face. "what? what happened? are you okay? sweets don't die on me!!" he presses, rushing to your side and examining your burnt hand. "ah don't worry jakey, it'll be fine. it was a small burn anyway," you reassure, showing him the small patch of pink. "here lemme kiss it to make it better!" he says, softly grabbing your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your burn. "wahh! it's all better!!" you laugh, finding your boyfriend so cute. "hey i tried, okay?!"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

sunghoon thought that it would be a great idea to push you to skate on your own, without his help. so that's what he did. he gave you a "small" nudge, which ended with you on the ice and daggers being sent his way. "yah! park sunghoon! what were you thinking!" you lecture once he helps you off the ice. "sorry princess, i thought you could do it on your own," he defends, biting his lip to suppress his laughter. "yah! now my bum hurts," you pout, crossing your arms and turning away from sunghoon. two arms wrap around your waist and a sweet kiss is planted on your neck. "i'm sorry my love. don't be mad," he mumbles into your neck. and how could you stay mad?

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"ynnie? are you okay? i got your message!" sunoo rushed home after receiving a text from you, saying that you had somehow managed to break your finger. "huh? oh! oh yeah! i'm alright, just a bit sore," you say, showing him the cast on your finger. "my poor baby..c'mon, let's go watch a movie, it'll make it better," he smiles sympathetically. "maybe i should break my finger more often so you're always nice to me," you laugh, receiving a smack to your shoulder.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"shit balls!" you yell out, immediately applying pressure to your finger. you weren't careful enough with the knife and ended up cutting your finger, but luckily, not deep. "baby? what happened? you okay?" jungwon rushes into the kitchen, his leader instincts kicking in. "yeah..i was just clumsy and cut my finger," you mumble sheepishly. "alright," he chuckles. "let's get this wrapped up yeah?" he presses a kiss to your forehead before leading you to wonnie's clinic.

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村力

"agckh-" you bang your head on the shelf behind you on accident as you were trying to grab something from a higher shelf. riki walks in to see you holding your head, mumbling about why someone would put a shelf right there. "little love? you okay?" he asks, half concerned, half smiling at how adorable you were. "yeah, i hit my head on this stupid shelf," you say, making a face at the shelf. "alright, c'mon, lemme kiss it better," he smiles, opening his arms to you. "next time, don't pick a fight with a shelf, it's unprofessional," he laughs into your hair, pressing one more kiss on your head.

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e-nonsense · 2 months ago

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hello girly! can i request for roses in lace if it isn't hassle for you dear!

a scenario where we end up turning the tables on him, just to get him flustered and embarrassed maybe with some suggestive jokes, freaky invitations since he keeps telepathically talking to them so thats her way of getting back at him and she just enjoys how he fumbles

hes so gorgeous i swear, got me going feral for him fr!! anyways feel free to ignore this if it doesnt interest you, have a lovely day <3

MENTALLY VULGUR

pairing. charles xavier x fem!reader

warning. smut, oral (69, m&f), post cuba (he’s in the chair), charles being a cutie

a/n. i love love that picture of james, he looks so cute. did i write my longest smut fic for a character ppl dont read? yes

it started innocently, little flashes of the two of you cuddling in bed together, you completely thrown over him, then he started speaking in your mind. little teasing remarks that he’d act innocently about later.

you’d decided to turn it against him.

“may i add that you look stunning in that dress”

“you should see me without it then.”

you held back the giggle when you saw him pause, you could hear his brain go blank at your innuendo before he cleared his throat, shooting you a flustered smile before pretending to have not heard anything and he went back to grading papers.

you realised since then he’d had a tendency to stay out of your head, well he wasn’t speaking in it anymore but you’d still get the little flashes of his fantasy’s with you.

“you’re a little psychic perv, Charles.” you whispered low into his ear, you’d been pushing his wheelchair along the pathway outside, taking him for his usual rounds around his land, he liked getting out of the school everyday, especially if you were the one he’d be spending that time with.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you hum softly in response, “take a look inside my head, sweetheart. you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

he can’t help his curiosity sometimes so he does, he takes a little peek inside your thoughts, his lips parting in surprise at the image at the front of your mind.

him under you, very much naked.

“oh my..” he mutters, blue eyes widening comically. he looked cute as he turned his head to look at you, before turning away just as fast, flustered.

“what’s wrong, Charles?” you practically purr, amusement dripping from your voice. “you started it.”

you hear him grumble, a whining edge to his voice. “stop teasing.”

“make me,” you reply, lifting his hand up, your chin on his shoulder as you lean down, you place two of his fingers against your temples. “c’mon, sweetheart. if you want me to stop so badly, make me.”

instead of listening he uses his mutation to make you take him back to the manor, straight to his bedroom. it’d be a struggle if you weren’t telekinetic, he smiled as you pressed several kisses against his cheek, returning the favour when you sat yourself on his lap.

he sat up, leaning back against the headboard of his bed for support, one of his hands on your hip and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

your kiss was consuming, like he was trying to possess you, to physically bind you to him so he could kiss you like this forever. his gasp made your stomach flutter, you feel his half hard on pressing against you.

he’d clearly liked the image you put in his head earlier.

your fingers tugged his jacket off, tugging his shirt off over his head, his body shivering at the cold air hitting his pale skin.

his fingers tugged at your shirt, helping you pull it off. his eyes immediately dropping to your chest, unclipping your bra and tossing it to the side.

“you’re beautiful.”

he didn’t waste a second before grabbing them, eyes darkened with desire, his fingers pinching your nipple as your hands went to his pants, undoing his zipper and button and dragging it down his legs along his his boxers.

he flushed as he sat naked in front you, hands sagging to his sides now that your boobs were out of reach, you’d heard his grumble of complaint about that.

you didn’t wait much longer before you stripped down yourself, tossing your remaining clothes into the pile with his.

charles’ eyes lit up, an idea in his head before he flashed it into your mind. no verbal communication needed, he wanted to taste you.

you helped him lie down on his back properly, before adjusting yourself on top of him. stomach to stomach, pussy hovering over his face, and his crotch in front of yours.

he dragged your hips down, so you were no longer hovering over him, your core meeting his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste you.

your hand pumped his half hard cock, spitting on it to lubricate and you felt his groan vibrating against you. your lips parted as you took the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

he could’ve sworn he could cum right then.

but he wasn’t ready to be outdone by your skilled tongue and hands. so he moved a hand up towards your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit teasingly as his index finger prodded your hole.

dipping in when you least expected it to draw louder moans out of you when he sucked on your clit. your hips squirmed against his face, rolling against him.

he heard a gag but felt the warmth of your mouth completely enveloping him.

he fingered you as his head fell back, his middle and index fingers moving in and out of you quickly. charles had come to learn how to use his fingers more skilfully every since he’d lost the use of his legs.

not on other women of course, women no longer looked at him because of his disability. he’d learnt it for you, because you were the only woman who looked his way nowadays, not that he minded.

“charles—”

he could tell his ‘training’ had worked when you came all over his face with your cut off warning.

he licked his fingers clean off your essence before pulling your mouth off his cock. you whined in protest, met his his soft tsk in return.

“later, i wanna feel you now. don’t deny me this, sweetheart.”

your pout didn’t go away but you complied, lifting yourself up away from his face. he frowned slightly.

“i’m sorry, but i’m not going to be much use now.”

he could feel the doubt settling in his heart, what if you just realised he couldn’t give you what you want? what you need? charles wasn’t a self sufficient man anymore, he needed to be taken care of.

“that’s okay,” your answer came before he could fully believe in his doubts. you pressed a gentler kiss against his lips. “let me take care of you, charles.” you whispered softly to him, he could’ve cried right then.

but it would’ve ruined the mood, he’ll open up about that later, he thought. you’d listen, he knew you would.

he nodded. watching you line yourself up with him, charles was a good length. a satisfying length, with the perfect thickness to stretch you out and not hurt you at the same time.

you both moaned in sync as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking onto his cock until he filled you up to the hilt.

his hands moved to your thighs when you started bouncing on his cock, he adored the way you looked like this. on top of him, so pretty with the way your face contorted out of pleasure.

“you look so pretty.”

he called out to you, his hands running down your body, one of his fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions.

“that’s it sweetheart. you’re doing so well.”

charles guessed that if he couldn’t fuck you like you deserved then he’d help however he could, touching you and words.

and god did he love the way you reacted to his words. he watched you bounce on his cock, this angle did you wonders.

you looked like a goddess, the warm lighting from his lamps shining against your sweaty skin and eyes dazed yet so concentrated.

his fingers sped up their motions on your clit, running faster until your hips stuttered and you tightened around him as you came.

maybe this would work. maybe you’d love him despite everything, love him the way he does you.

the stars pale in comparison to your beauty, but he’d tell you that another time. a sweeter time when you weren’t so exhausted.

maybe when he buys you that ring if the day comes. then he’d tell you how much he adores you, for now he’ll settle for the teasing and the way you lay atop him thighs burning under his gentle touch.

for now he’ll hold you.

#charles xavier x reader #enzo writes [📝]#[📮] asks #2k followers celebration #charles xavier smut #x men #charles xavier x reader smut

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the-muppet-joker · 6 months ago

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could you elaborate on your choices for the 4 horsemen for the ponies? i’m deeply curious about your wisdom and insight

Very well.

Famine = Luna

Both are black horses

When Nightmare Moon takes over, there is no sun. Crops cannot grow under these conditions. Her reign is a reign of famine and no harvest.

Additionally, in the episode Cutie Re-Mark, it is shown that under Nightmare Moon's domain, Timberwolves roam free. While they are not directly tied to famine, they have symbolism regarding Harvest as they are known to howl at the first zap apple and attack those who try to harvest them if they are nearby, hindering people's ability to gather fruit.

War = Cadance

Naturally, a pony red with the blood of those slain in war is generally not marketable to little girls, who are unfamiliar with bloodlust and afraid of violence. They settled for a close second: pink.

She is the princess of love. Are you familiar with the phrase "all is fair in love and war?" Wars are acts of passion and bloodshed. Passion? Blood? Both symbolically related to the Heart. And what is her cutie mark as well as the sacred object that gives power to her kingdom? The Crystal Heart.

The Crystal Kingdom, Cadance's kingdom, is frequently under threat of was throughout the series. Queen Crysalis and the Changelings. Sombra. Again, in the episode Cutie Re-Mark, we see a timeline im which Sombra had won. And what is the state of Equestria? A mirror fucking image of how other countries in real life are affected by war. We literally have soldiers Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash and we see Apple Jack working tirelessly to ship out apple mush to feed soldiers for the war effort. This parallel is so clear and frankly I could go on.

Conquest = Celestia

Yes I know the image says strife. I wanted the pictures to be in a consistant style and they used the word strife but it says conquest in the Bible. Anyways, they are both white horses.

I mean. Do I need to spell it out? Celestia is an imperialist. She spreads her and her nation's influence and ideology as far as she is able. Cadance is installed as the leader of the Crystal Empire under her direction. They have conflict with the changelings, so they promote a leader more sympathetic to their nation. The school of friendship? Teaching other species the way to act and behave? Are non-ponies unfamiliar with friendship? Propoganda. And she is the Princess of the Sun. THE SUN. NEVER. SETS. ON. EQUESTRIA'S. EMPIRE. Sound familiar?

Do not make an enemy of Celestia or you will be punished and then brainwashed into submission. Luna? The moon. Discord? Stone. Sombra? Tirek? The list goes on. Again, I feel this is a clear parallel that needs little explanation.

Death = Twilight Sparkle

Indeed this is the most subtle connection. After all, she is not even close to the right color. She is purple! No relation to death whatsoever........ right? WRONG. In the Catholic faith, the calandar is divided into different seasons with associated colors. Purple is the color of death and mourning; priests will exclusively wear purple robes for mass during Lent to symbolize Christ's suffering and death on the cross.

Twilight has a very important role as she and her friends are the bearers of the elements of harmony, with Twilight in the lead. The power of this clearly escalates throughout the series, as the mane six progress from turning Discord to stone to completely destroying Sombra after he is initially resurrected. We watch them become a force that could take away anyone's life force, Twilight especially. And let's not forget the form the elements later take. The tree of harmony. Reminiscent of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, from which humanity committed its first sin and thus were kicked out of Eden, gaining the ability to die.

Twilight will outlive all of her friends. As an allicorn, she is immortal. We see in the last episode that she is in her prime while all of her friends are elderly. How can one be a Princess of Friendship if she sees all her friends to the ends of their lives like a benevolent Reaper? After so many years of standing at the deathbeds of loved ones, she will feel detatched from others. A Princess of Death.

And yes Flurryheart is the fifth Princess but she is a clear allagory for the Antichrist so I did not include her

#my little pony #anti my little pony #catholic musings #catholicism

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ginasbaby · 8 months ago

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Hi nit of a weird request but can I request a Regina x reader smut based on the song dead girl walking from heathers? Like Regina knows she's about to loose her status either because of Cady or because she's about to be outed or something and comes over to y/n the day before. Idk why but I can't get the idea out if my head and especially the idea of Regina saying the line "hope I didn't wake you, see I decides I must ride you till I break you".

Thank u:)

Dead queen walking

Requested by anonymous 👍🏼

(Not a big fan of this one)

Regina George x reader;

A/n: Your welcome for the post! Thanks for the request, I hope this meets what you wanted- if not tell me and I’ll re-write!! I hope you enjoy the story!

Warnings: Smut with a bit of plot, Dom!regina sub!reader, thigh riding (Regina receiving), swearing. Lmk if there’s more!!

She stormed out the school, furious. Not only had the show gone wrong, but her social status had dropped. The next day would be humiliating for her. She didn’t even mutter a word to Gretchen or Karen. Not even they knew why the queen bee was angry. Sure they knew the talent show went wrong - but they didn’t think much about it. Then again, they didn’t think a lot.

“Bye Regina,” they both waved as Regina got into her very expensive, hot pink, jeep. Knowing that the hot-headed blonde would definitely not drop them off like she usually did, they walked along the path not uttering a word to each other.

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As quickly as she could, Regina drove to your house, she thought that, somehow, you would be able to release some steam for her. She rapidly knocked onto the wood of what seemed to be Y/n’s door.

“Hello, Gina. What-“ the Y/H/C girl got cut off by a threatening but inmate kiss. “Okay, what’s wrong Gina?”

Regina still didn’t say a word and just closed the front door behind her. The troubled girl stormed her. The sweaty girl followed after her like a lost puppy.

“Gina, baby,” she said trying to grab the queen bee’s arm. When she finally managed to latch onto her arm she pulled her to look at the poor girl. Regina had mascara running down her cheeks and puffy eyes. The Y/S/C coloured girl close enough to kiss, moved backwards to give Regina some space. “Baby, really what’s wrong”.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, I decided I must ride you until I break you” she mumbled.

“What’s that honey,” y/n wipes away the falling tears.

“I-it’s just… Cady has been plotting against me the whole time, apparently, she’s been making me fat” she choked out a sob falling into the tired girl’s arms.

“Gina darling, I promise you didn’t wake me up, I was working out. And sweetheart I don’t care if you’re fat. I’ll still love you. And anyway, cady doesn’t matter just me and you okay?” her voice trailed off but was stopped with a passionate kiss. Y/n got pushed to the edge of what seemed to be her sofa. She finally knew what was happening and smirked into the kiss. When air was required they pulled back.

“You know you could have just asked if you were so desperate, I would have given you it,” her swollen lips formed into a small innocent smile.

Pushing herself onto her butt, she brought Regina forward placing an inmate kiss on her lips. She whimpered into the kiss when Regina bit her bottom lip, giving her a chance to slip her tongue in. Exploring all of her soulmates mouth. She brought her hands up to her peers rosy red cheeks and caressed them. She stopped for a moment and put their foreheads together. “Tell me when you want to stop, kay, cutie”. Y/n nodded eagerly - which made the blonde smile- she whispered a good girl which made the y/h/c girl smirk mischievously.

They both pushed their lips back against each other, Regina’s hands dropped down to y/n’s hips caressing them. Her mouth kissed her jaw all the way to her neck, sucking gently in the skin (just enough to leave a mark). A moan got caught in Y/n’s throat to which Regina squeezed her throat gently. Then the whimper finally came out as Regina found her pulse point and sucked on it. The bottom girl’s eyes fluttered shut waiting for further movement. But the she heard the movement go away from her. She opened her eyes and peeked through her eyelashes. The sight that beheld before her was Regina getting undressed. “No peeking baby” she giggled.

Regina peeled each layer off leaving y/n waiting impatiently. Once done, the blue-eyed girl moved towards Y/n and slowly uncovered her eyes.

"What's got you so horny Gina?" The y/h/c girl asked flushed but curious. The school star just put one finger to her lips, indicating for y/n to shut up. Regina slowly moved towards Y/nn, making her impatient. Quickly, she pulled Regina onto her thigh, Regina let out a whimper and threw her head back. Y/n, now that she has access, carefully bit down on her neck, licking to stop the soreness. Regina gripped onto her hair, tugging on it; smirking in satisfaction when the girl below her moaned onto her neck.

Subconsciously, Regina started to grind against the y/e/c girl her juices leaking all over her leg. Y/n guided her hands to help Regina hump against her thigh.

"Why-why are you still wearing these, baby," she moans out, tugging on Y/n's clothes.

"Just wait lovely." she gasped as Regina moaned on her pulse point, her movements getting sloppier.

"Y/n, m' gonna cum." She whined, chanting out her name as the liquids flowed out of her body, leaving Y/n's denim trousers dirty a nd sticky. Regina's body went limp for a moment as she regained her stamina. She pulled Y/n up shedding of her many layers and massaging her breasts.

"My turn babes". Y/n prayed that she could even walk tomorrow.

(Spoiler alert, she couldn't)

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iliketangerines · 9 months ago

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DUDE DUDE EYES ON THE CAMERA PART TWO OH MY GODD

eyes on the camera, baby pt. 2

a/n: i gotchu cuties. i had to go and re-read my work, and it's like entering cringe city sometimes fr. anyway, hopefully this lives up to your expectations lol.

pairing: pornstar!johnny x pornstar!afab!reader x kenshi

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), nipples play, pussy eating, blowjobs, slight overstimulation

Kenshi checks his appearance in the mirror once more, making sure his hair is perfect and nothing seems out of place

he considers putting on some more cologne but decides that would be overkill and finally exits the bathroom after 30 minutes of making sure everything looked okay

he was meeting you two at an arranged time and place at a nice hotel with predetermined boundaries, and Kenshi’s trying very hard to keep up his boner down and not seem like a horndog

he’s a little excited, a lot nervous, it’s not everyday you meet two stars that you’ve been crushing on for months

Kenshi pats himself down one more time, cologne? check. keys? check. and he finishes going through his checklist, stalling for a bit of time

but he exits his apartment finally and calls for a taxi to go to the hotel, pays the taxi driver a hefty tip, and gets a card from the receptionist who says someone’s already waiting for him inside the room

Kenshi takes a few deep breaths in the elevator, calming himself and his dick down as the elevator slowly rocks underneath him

he traverses through the halls and arrives at the hotel door, unsure if he should knock or if he should just enter since he technically also has a card

Kenshi decides to knock, and he hears thumps from behind the door before a smiling Johnny opens up the door

and, oh, the cameras don’t do him justice, he’s breathtakingly beautiful, and Kenshi nearly stammers over his words as he introduces himself as Sento perhaps a bit too formally

Johnny just laughs and grabs onto Kenshi’s hand and drags him inside, and Kenshi can see the way you’re kneeling on the bed naked except for a lingerie set

the set accentuates your curves perfectly, and your face is flushed slightly pink as Johnny gets onto the bed and gropes you from behind

Kenshi has to dig his nails into his palm to control himself and introduces himself to you, and you answer back with a soft hello, hair hiding your eyes

Johnny pinches your ass, saying that you shouldn’t be so shy to Sento, after all, he’s seen your pussy so many times, and you look Kenshi in the eyes and repeat your greeting

Kenshi walks toward the two of you slowly before bringing his hand up slowly to cup your face, and you lean into the touch

he presses his thumb against your mouth, and you part your lips to suck on his thumb lightly, and Kenshi audibly groans at the sight

Johnny just sits back and watches as Kenshi lets you suck on his thumb until he finally removes his thumb from your mouth, a spit string connecting the two, and kneels on the bed to kiss you softly

you softly moan into the kiss, hands staying on your thighs as Kenshi cups your face with one hand and travels up and down your body with the other hand

he appreciates the textures of the lingerie, grabbing at the elastic of your panties and letting them snap back onto your skin, and you whine at the feeling

Johnny moves his hands to cup your tits through your bra, squeezing and pinching the covered nipples as he slowly starts to grind into you

Kenshi takes his sweet time just letting his hands explore your body, running his fingers along your soft skin, and pinching at the plump of your thighs, your ass, your tits

you let out a soft whimper every time he squeezes you, getting more desperate in your sounds and your body becoming more and more jumpy

finally, Kenshi uses his hands to spread your legs, and he can see a wet patch on your panties

you blush and turn your head to the side, not quite so used to having other people see your pussy in-person besides Johnny, but Johnny turns your head back to look

Kenshi moves you so that you can comfortably sit in Johnny’s lap, and Johnny instinctively hooks your legs over his so that you’re spread wide

Kenshi kisses you once more and then trails down your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin, and he feels like he’s on cloud nine

Johnny keeps an intense eye on Kenshi, kneading at the flesh of your thighs as he resists the urge to grind your ass into him and shove Kenshi’s face into your pussy

Kenshi takes his time kissing your neck and relishing in the small whines and whimpers you let out before finally moving down and unhooking your bra

he drools at the sight of your bare breasts before him and latches onto your nipples, nipping and licking at your nipple while he uses his other hand to pinch at your other nipple

your hips buck upward at the feeling, and you moan, struggling to follow Johnny’s orders and keep your gaze on Kenshi and to watch him pleasure you

Kenshi is lost in a haze of pleasure, mind overwhelmed by how he finally has you and Johnny at his fingertips, and he keeps on sucking on your nipples like it’s a life line

when you let out a loud whine, Kenshi snaps back into reality and releases your nipples from his mouth, admiring how puffy and swollen they seem from his ministrations

he gets on his stomach and licks at your clit through your panties, and you squirm in Johnny’s iron-tight grip

Johnny kisses your neck, dick pressed firmly into your ass as Kenshi laves your clit with attention and digs his fingers into your hips

Kenshi breathes in your scent, and he swears he’s in heaven

he pulls mouth away from your cunt and finally pulls the panties to the side to see your pussy clenching around nothing and your clit wink up at him

immediately, Kenshi latches onto your clit, sucking on it and flicking it back and forth with his tongue, and you whine and attempt to grind your hips against his face

his stubble rubs against your pussy lips, and it has you biting your lip and gripping his hair tightly

Kenshi just groans as you tug at his hair, and the vibrations send waves of pleasure up your spine, and your pussy clenches around nothing once again

Kenshi seems to notice and moves one of his hands from your hips to slide one of his long fingers in, and you moan as he finally provides some much-needed friction

Kenshi pumps in and out of you with just one finger, licking your clit fervently, before he slides another finger inside of you and starts curling his fingers to look for that sweet spot

when you keen and your hips jerk against his face, Kenshi smiles and thrusts his fingers into that spot, bullying it relentlessly as he feels your pussy spasm around his fingers

you throw your head back in pleasure, and Johnny doesn’t stop you, instead moving his hands from your thighs to squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples

you whine at the extra stimulation and you beg to please please cum, please you’ve been so good for them

Kenshi’s too lost in your pussy to answer, just licking and sucking on your clit while finger-fucking you as fast as he can, so Johnny answers for him and tells you yes

you immediately cum on Kenshi’s fingers, pussy squeezing his fingers like a vice as he continues to lap at your clit

when you come down from your high, head lolled to the side, Johnny takes advantage of your exposed neck and sucks a hickey into your neck

Kenshi parts from your cunt and brings his soaked fingers to his mouth to taste you, and he moans at the taste of your sweetness

he gets back onto his knees, cock straining in his pants, and he kisses you again and you whine at the taste of yourself on his tongue

Kenshi starts to undress, shucking off his jacket and his shirt, exposing his tattoos to the both of you, and Johnny whistles at the sight while you’re wide-eyed

Kenshi blushes a bit at the attention but continues to undress, exposing how the colors extend all around his body and all the way down to his ankles

he climbs back into the bed, intending to move you, but you surprise him by grabbing onto him and switching your positions so that Kenshi’s back is pressed flush against Johnny muscular chest

Kenshi’s mouth goes dry at the feeling of Johnny’s dick pressed up against his back, and was Johnny always this big?

Kenshi doesn’t have time to think as you trace his tattoos with your fingertips, causing him to shiver from the contact

Johnny spreads Kenshi’s legs wide with his hands, hooking his legs over Johnny’s, and Kenshi’s struck with the thought that he really has switched exact places with you

you trace Kenshi’s arms, legs, and chest before finally laying down on your stomach and pumping at Kenshi’s hard cock

he bites his lip to stifle a groan as you spread the pre-cum all around the shaft, but a small whimper escapes him when Johnny moves his hands to grope at Kenshi’s chest, twisting and pulling on his sensitive nipples

Kenshi can’t help himself as he lets out a loud moan when you use one hand to massage his balls and finally put your warm wet mouth on his dick

you press your tongue into the slit, and Kenshi’s mind is spinning from the pleasure

you bob your head up and down, using your free hand to pump at whatever doesn’t fit in your throat, and Kenshi’s hand flies to grip onto your hair

he looks down at you, and Kenshi has to control himself to not immediately cum down your throat

you look gorgeous, eyes watery and lips stretched around his thick cock, and Johnny whispers in Kenshi’s ear that you look so beautiful, yeah?

Kenshi agrees, and then the compliments start pouring out through choked moans and stifled grunts

he tells you that you’re gorgeous, that you’re doing so well taking his cock, that your mouth is so warm and wet for him

you moan at the praise, and the vibrations travel up Kenshi’s spine and cloud his mind in pleasure

just before he cums, Kenshi pulls your head off his cock, the tip red and flushed from the attention, and you whine at not being able to finish him off

Kenshi tells you that he wants to finish elsewhere, and Johnny tells Kenshi to move you so that his mouth is facing Johnny

he does so and removes your panties in the process, and you’re positioned on the bed on your hands and knees, Kenshi spreading your ass cheeks to get a better look at your pussy, and Johnny in front of you and petting your face

you whine and drool, desperate to have something in you right now, but Kenshi just slides his dick through your folds, collecting your wetness

he dips just the tip into your pussy before removing it and repeating the motion, fucking you on just his tip, and you can’t help but whine

Johnny just hums and continue to pet your face, sticking his thumb into your mouth so that you have to suck on it

your eyes are glazed-over and have unshed tears shining in them as you mumble around Johnny’s thumb for Sento to please fuck you

Kenshi finally gives in, teasing you has been torture for him, and he grips onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises at the feeling of your warm wet cunt around his dick

you moan at the stretch, and Johnny takes the opportunity to remove his thumb from your mouth and slip his dick into your mouth

you eagerly bob your head up and down Johnny’s cock, wet slurping sounds filling the room and drool dripping down your chin as you look up at Johnny for his approval

he coos at your and grips onto your hair, forcing you deeper onto his cock

Kenshi is doing no better than you, hips fucking into you ruthlessly as he babbles out praise about how good you are, how your pussy is so warm and tight

your pussy clenches around Kenshi at his words, and Kenshi whines and continues thrusting into you, reaching one of his hands down to rub at your clit

you moan at the feeling, and Johnny bites his lips and starts fucking into your face, tears now fully streaming down your face

it’s a lewd mess, wet slapping in the air mixed with the pleasured moans of Kenshi and Johnny with your muffled whines delving into the background

before long, you're close, hips twitching backward, and Kenshi’s thrusts have gotten more erratic as he also feels himself near the edge

Kenshi grunts and pinches your clit, trying to get you to cum first, and you keen, squeezing down on Kenshi’s dick and cumming on his dick

Kenshi groans and buries himself inside of you, letting his seed fill you up as Johnny continues fucking into your face

when Kenshi’s finished cumming, cock still buried in your pussy, Johnny starts fully thrusting into your face, and you gurgle around his cock and struggle to breathe

your cunt clenches around Kenshi’s oversensitive dick, and he groans as you milk him for all he’s worth

Johnny finally starts to speak, telling you that you were so good for him and Sento, and Kenshi’s dick twitches when Johnny tells him that Kenshi did such a good job at fucking you senseless, huh?

you moan at the praise, and Johnny grunts and cums into your mouth, and you obediently swallow it, sticking your tongue out to show that you’ve swallowed it all when Johnny slips out of your mouth

Johnny hums approvingly and pets your hair before moving you to lay down on the bed

Kenshi goes to help Johnny collect towels and water, but Johnny just pushes Kenshi onto the bed and to let him take care of it

Kenshi dumbly nods and lets a fuzzy warm feeling travel from his stomach to his brain, and he basks in the afterglow of an orgasm

he looks toward you and reaches a hand out

you grab onto it, eyes looking far away and distant, and Kenshi brings you in close and traces your body with his fingers

he tells you the stories of his tattoos and how he got each and every one of them, and you listen along, asking in a quiet voice for more details every so often

Johnny finds the two of you cuddling on the bed, one of Kenshi’s hands buried in your hair as he kisses you gently and one of your hands is cupping the back of his neck

Johnny smiles at the sight but pulls you two apart to wipe you both down and give you both bottled water and a small snack from the vending machine down the hall

he join you both in bed, and you’re sandwiched between the two of them

Johnny combs his fingers through your hair, and Kenshi rests his hand on your hip

you say in a small voice that you wanted Sento to cum in your mouth, and Johnny says maybe next time and leaves a quick kiss on your forehead

next time?

Kenshi blinks at the proposition while Johnny smirks at him

‘Kenshi. my name is Kenshi’

you and Johnny giggle and you pull him in closer to you and say that it’s nice to meet you Kenshi

the three of you fall asleep together that night, and when the three of you wake up in the morning, Johnny orders room service and you all three exchange numbers

Kenshi walks home with a skip in his step

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lastoneout · 1 year ago

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Okay, honest question, who is Yotsuba?

OH HO HO ANON I AM ALL TOO HAPPY TO EXPLAIN :3

Yotsuba is a character from the greatest manga ever made, Yotsuba&!(or Yotsuba to! it translates weird, most fans just call it Yotsuba) which is a comedy slice-of-life manga about Yotsuba Koiwai, a five year old girl, and her very strange yet wholesome family and friends!

It's from the same mangaka who gave us Azumanga Daioh, though while that manga is told in a four-panel comic style and doesn't really have much of an overarching plot, Youtsuba is done in a traditional manga style and despite also being very episodic there is a bit of a throughline surrounding Youtsuba getting settled into the neighborhood she just moved to, growing up, and eventually, in the later chapters, getting ready to go to school for the first time. Also, there are storylines that take place over multiple chapters as well! Despite the fact that the manga has been releasing since 2003, the chapters are pretty sporadic and the comic has only really covered about one year of the character's lives, but it never really feels slow or aimless. It feels almost...timeless? I guess. It's really nice.

Anyway, the manga is legit one of the most wholesome, funny, heartwarming things I have ever read. Kiyohiko Azuma is a fucking MASTER of comedy(you may have seen screencaps from a Sailor Moon fan comic he made going around on tumblr in which Jupiter accidentally sends Venus shooting across a pool that made me laugh so hard I cried) and he balances it well with lots of slow moments with GORGEOUS artwork where you can really take in the scenery and all of it is seeped in a wonderful nostalgia for childhood that legit makes me super emotional.

I don't think the manga has ever really taken off in terms of popularity, at least not to the degree that it deserves imo, which is likely in part due to the creator being firm about it never getting an anime adaptation and the sporadic release schedule, but it's far from unknown. There's been an official(I think??) score released and plenty of figurines and merch. It's also birthed a lot of memes, and it def has the same issue as One Piece where if you read it and love it you will turn into a walking billboard and try to drag your friends and family in with you. It's just THAT good!

You may have seen art of or people cosplaying Danbo, a "robot" made of old cardboard boxes that Yotsuba adores (Totally a real robot btw, def doesn't have a middle schooler shoved inside there, that would be silly wdym /s)

And this pose from the back of one of the manga volumes featuring Yotsuba, her father, and their extremely tall friend Jumbo has been redrawn with other characters like 500000 billion times

And you've also probably seen this going around tumblr before (that's Fūka she's my favorite cringe fail daughter I would literally die for her).

Also, I would be doing a disservice if I didn't mention Yanda, who is a friend of Yotsuba's dad and also Yotsuba's nemesis. He's a loser who constantly gets dunked on by a toddler it's fucking hilarious.

But yeah it really is just like, a manga that feels like a hug, or a warm blanket or something, it's so comforting and funny and fantastic, I find myself re-reading it any time life gets to be too hard just bcs it's that good at distracting me and reminding me that live is worth living.

And also given that it's literally my favorite manga, I saved up a bunch of screencaps to use as reaction images after a read one time, and thus now it's my own little joke that if you send me anon hate I'm just gonna send you back a picture of this cutie

Bcs come on how can you be angry when you're looking at this???

Anyway here's some screencaps of the main supporting cast bcs I love all of them so much <3

YOU WILL READ YOTSUBA I AM NO LONGER ASKING

#Ask #Anonymous #long post #sorry anon you hit the yotsuba button #I am legally obligated to gush about it #yotsuba #yotsuba&!

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gayboyasher · 11 months ago

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Can you please do la squadra reacting to the reader calling them “cute”? (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

I just really need some fluff rn

FLUFF is the WAY!! I had to re-do this because my dumbass closed out the app and forgot to save, and I was just about to Melone 😭😔 anyway, I gave them things that they probably do that are cute. I’m sorry if you don’t agree with them

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Rissotto

Rissotto does this thing where when he’s concentrated, he furrows his brows and looks frustrated, but it’s so cute at the same time. He was doing this whole working, and you just had to tell him how cute he was!

At first, he seemed confused, cute?? Really?

He laughs softly, trying to think of something to say to that.

“Sole mio, I’m working.”

He doesn’t mean it in a mean way, but now he’s distracted from you pointing it out.

His focus turns to stopping his “quirk”, and then that gets him distracted.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto taps his fingers. He taps them on any surface, or he’ll just tap his fingers against his thumb. He’ll especially do this while he’s taking a phone call. Once he gets off the phone you tell him about it.

He looks at you like your crazy. He thinks it’s crazy.

Prosciutto is very much a macho man. He believes that the word cute is something not to describe masculine things, especially him.

He sighs and shakes his head in disappointment, finger wag and all. He doesn’t even say anything.

He’s another one who tries to stop it, and boy was he not able to do it.

Someone needs to explain to this poor boy he doesn’t have to be embarrassed to be called cute

Pesci

Pesci tends to hum. He’ll hum a tune that’s been stuck in his head and it’ll get stuck into your head. He’s also just cute doing absolutely nothing. He’s cute in general. Someone needs to say it.

Once you tell him that, he goes red. He doesn’t know how to take a compliment, so he’s just stuttering and stammering, trying to compliment you.

His ears are already hot and his mind is blank.

“You really mean it? You’re cuter!”

God, he’s completely flustered.

He doesn’t try to get rid of the habit, but still thinks about it

Formaggio

Formaggio actually is also another cutie. He could sit there and be cute. But I see him acting all cute trying on clothes and flexing in them.

Once you tell him he’s cute he’s a little shocked, but not in any bad way.

He’s another macho man, but he’s not gonna be upset by being called cute!

He thinks of it as you hyping him up even more.

“Awh, you really think so? You must think I’m handsome too, huh? You’re pretty cute yourself.”

He just tries to embarrass you.

Illuso

He uses his computer quite a bit, and he focuses hard. When ever he does, he sticks his tongue out just slightly and squints his eyes. It’s actually adorable if you think about it.

Knowing his online history, he was probably in the middle of cyber bullying while you said that.

He’s a little flustered, but he understands the hype, he is the finest one out of the team (in his opinion)

“You really think so? Even when I’m being so mean?”

Another teaser. He’s gonna be cocky.

He doesn’t try to get rid of the quirk either, but he stops squinting his eyes.

Melone

ANOTHER one on his computer. You don’t even wanna know what’s on his computer, but his face looks so gentle and calm. He’s another one who can just sit there and be cute.

When you first initially call him cute, he doesn’t realize you’re even talking to him.

It takes him a second and once he notices, he smiles and looks up at you

His face gets a tad bit hot, and he wants to make you feel the same way.

“Miele, you really think so? I think you’re cuter.”

He teases, and he teases well.

He teases in a nice way. It’s actually cute

Ghiaccio

When he’s concentrated, he bites his lip gently. It’s actually very cute, and it seems to be one of the only times he’s not angry.

He takes it like an insult at first

He’s not a macho man, but he thinks it was passive aggressive.

“What does that mean Amore?? Was that backhanded or something??”

You have to explain to him that you’re not trying to be mean

Another poor boy who can’t take compliments.

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themonotonysyndrome · 7 months ago

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So! I saw this post from @rivyx (if you like, I can untag you. Just wanna give credit where credit is due):

And I thought:

"Man. It's been a while since I broke my own heart. Oh! Angst between Geordi and Cutie? How about I make Geordi regret for making Cutie believe that they need to multiate and hide the magical part of themselves and even the Empowered world because he doesn't understand a Telepath's needs?"

Hence. This oneshot. Shout out to @moonandstarlightsposts for helping me come up with the title!

(Yes. Yes. I know. Cutie was canonically at fault, too. I just wanna focus on Geordi regretting his actions for a change.)

Summary: Second chances come and go. But for Geordi and Cutie, perhaps they should have let it go by.

First comes the awkwardness.

It’s to be expected. A break was decided - no, needed - for the both of them after… well. No point in digging up bad memories. The two of them were heading down a dangerous spiral, and Geordi could no longer ignore the red flags. He’d been through too much to drown in toxicity and abuse again. Whether his partner realised it or not. And that’s the part that crushed his heart. A heart that Geordi painstakingly put back together with liquid gold and long nights of tearful frustrations. He told them about Ben. He told them how his ex callously disregarded his boundaries. And Cutie just -

Therapy was something they agreed to during their break. Geordi needed to address old trauma that re-open like wounds and Cutie -

‘I… I hope this isn’t me coming across as presumptuous, but one of my coworkers is a really good therapist. I think you’ll like him! His name is Cam - ’

‘I still have my old therapist’s number. Um. Thanks, though.’

‘O-Oh! Right. Of course. I should’ve thought of that. I just… never mind.’

That was the last text that Cutie sent. Even after they moved out of his apartment, the two continued to exchange careful messages with one another, awkwardly making sure not to step on each other’s landmines. However, as days gone by, the texts became more and more superficial: ’Morning. Have you eaten?’. ‘Just cereal. Thanks for checking up on me.’ ‘The weather forecast mentioned a thunderstorm. Don’t forget an umbrella, ok?’. When Cutie brought the subject of therapists to the table -

The texts stopped after that.

Geordi had no idea how lonely his existence truly was without Ben and Cutie. The two-bedroom apartment became too big. He cooked too much for a single person. His left side felt too exposed whenever his coworkers dragged him out for drinks and karaoke. It hurts. He has a habit of rubbing his left arm nowadays.

His therapist is a kind woman, the kind that has laugh lines all over her face. Older than him, more at ease with her place in the world, unlike Geordi. She never judges him whenever he finds the courage to unravel before her. Ugly, jagged broken pieces for a heart. Gold and bitter tears for the next few months.

Soon, a year passes.

Something settled within Geordi then. New foundations were built. The world is a little less lonely now that he has opened up to his coworkers, reached out to some cousins on phones and slowly put himself out there again. He had fallen in love with building LEGOs recently. A hobby that happily kept him occupied while a slow, reverb version of Evil by Melanie Martinez plays in the background of the living room.

It took a while, but he finally reached a point and mental headspace to put Cutie back into the equation.

His therapist's words constantly echo in his head, grounding him whenever his fingertips run on the rim of their favourite mug, red with little ladybugs on the ceramic. Witty, funny, confident, mischievous and kind - Cutie’s best would always outshine their worst in Geordi’s eyes. Perhaps that’s why he subconsciously ignores the raising red flags the more and more they tested his boundaries. Anyway, being with Cutie brought out the best of Geordi in return, which he never even knew existed. He loved them, plain and simple. He loves learning about them and their world every day of the week. He was so happy and content whenever they were in his arms. Growing old together was something he thought about when they drove back home from his folks’. Cutie was fast asleep, with their head gently resting against the window of the car. That moment was magical in its own way.

Geordi misses them. His incredible, one-of-a-kind partner.

He thinks about them more often than not nowadays, wondering how therapy is going for them. Had they fallen in love with any new hobbies? Did Cutie make any new friends outside of the Department? If so, he wonders what they’re like.

Thoughts turn to yearning. Yearning turns to Geordi, picking up his phone and texting Cutie first for once.

‘Hey. Good morning. How are you?’

The two of them never used to be awkward when they were a couple. Feeling hopeful, Geordi puts aside his phone as he continues about his day. Fixing himself a hearty lunch using a recipe that he can’t wait to share with Cutie and goes about doing the laundry afterwards. It’s only after his evening shower that a notification lights up on his phone screen.

‘Hey. I’m alright. You?’

Superficial. That’s OK, though. Geordi is not giving up.

The two resume texting every day soon enough as if the distance weren’t ever there. It makes him happy to be updated with every little thing that is going on in Cutie’s life. He spams GIFs and emojis at every picture they share and they, in return, slowly start to send over recorded audio of their little laughter and quips. It makes him miss them all the more. Enough to replay those audios over and over again whenever he can’t sleep at night. During those nights, his phone would always be on the right side of the bed.

Texting eventually evolves to calling when Geordi wakes up from a rather bad nightmare. Something so vague that it slipped from the recess of his conscious as he panted for air. Without even thinking about it, he presses on a familiar number. His call is answered almost immediately.

“Geordi? Why are you awake around this hour?”

Relief floods into his very being. They once fondly tease him that, no, their voice isn’t magic. Unlike Vampires and their special eyes, Telepaths specialised in minds instead. It’s his love that makes their voice special and it’s love that dispels the lingering nightmare.

“Geordi?” Cutie’s voice is hesitant at the end of the line. “Is everything ok? Do you have someone nearby that you can call for help?”

“No! No, no. I’m fine.” Comes his quick assurance. The shirt that he brought to sleep is drenched in sweat. His hair is matted to his forehead. He feels gross, and yet he doesn’t want to put Cutie on loudspeaker while he cleans himself up. “I just… really miss you. So much.”

Cutie’s reply is a whisper, “I-I miss you too. Can I ask if that’s the reason why you called me?”

“Yeah… had a nightmare; can’t remember what it was about. What I do remember is how you used to bring me to the kitchen, and you’d make warm chocolate milk for the both of us to help. You’d then talked me through it, helped me calm me down. Did I ever thank you for that? Thank you, by the way.”

“You’re welcome. I like taking care of you. And, uh, you did thank me. Always.”

Geordi lets out a ragged sigh. Those happy moments were just what he needed. “Did I wake you up? I didn’t mean to.”

“Nah, you’re good. I was doing some leftover documents for an assignment.”

Cutie never used to stay up past midnight. They like to sleep early whenever they can due to how mentally, emotionally, and physically taxing their job as an intel extraction officer can be. Cutie often rants about how the Department inefficiently run things, especially when it comes to bureaucracy. Perhaps this is one of their new habits? Speaking of which -

“How’s work treating you? Did you get that promotion?”

“Work’s alright. Are you feeling better now?”

Well, his heart was no longer racing, that’s for sure. But he still wants to hear their voice even through the static. “Like magic. You’re always the perfect cure for everything.” He waits for Cutie to laugh in that out-of-breath sort whenever he compliments them. Light and carefree.

Instead, they hum.

“Glad to hear it. Are you going to try and go back to sleep?”

“Only when you are, Cutie.” Geordi tries to flirt and perhaps coax them to rest for the evening.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll go to bed in a bit. Um. If that’s all - ”

Perhaps it’s because the nightmare that he can no longer recall had something to do with Cutie. Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t heard their voice properly in so, so long. Whatever it is, it gave Geordi a burst of courage. He quickly asks before Cutie can hang up, “Wait, wait! Can I see you, Cutie? I just want to talk. Please?” He swallowed thickly. “I think we’re ready to discuss about… us.”

A thoughtful silence from Cutie.

“I’d like that. Where do you want to meet up?”

Geordi’s night becomes much sweeter after that. They talk and plan until his eyes grow heavy and Cutie’s documents are filed away. They even put him on loudspeaker and brought him to the bathroom so they could continue talking while they showered. God, the sounds of running water alone fill him with wants and images. He can’t stop picturing himself in that shower with them. So you can’t blame how incredibly giddy Geordi is when he finally sees Cutie walk up to the cafe the next day. They offered him a small smile as they made themselves comfortable across the table. Healthy and rocking a new fashion style when Geordi is busy absorbing every little detail about them. He could honestly stare at them like a work of art in the Louvre.

“So I’m here…” Cutie says rather unnecessarily. They scratch their cheek nervously. “You wanted to talk?”

He snaps out of a daze. Shit, he got distracted by his thoughts! For a split second, Geordi can’t help but wonder if they heard his inner ramblings. Judging by Cutie’s guarded expression, he lets out a sigh of relief. It sets his heart at ease to learn about this new side of Cutie. “Yeah. Thanks for agreeing to meet up with me. You look… god, Cutie. You look amazing.”

“Thanks! You’re not too bad on the eye yourself.” Cutie’s smile is wider now. “We’ve practically caught up to speed with each other lives for a while now. So, this is it. Whatever you decide, I’ll respect it this time. I promise.”

That assurance dissolves any doubts that Geordi might have harboured. He’s more sure about his next few words than ever before. “I still want us to be together, Cutie. That never changed. Even when we were on a break, I had no one else. I love you, even when you broke my heart. Do you… do you still feel the same?”

Cutie reaches out to hold his hand, which is gripping a fork so tightly. He didn’t even realise it. The moment when skin meets skin, a familiar warmth spread across his arm. It’s like sunshine thawing out the chills in his bone marrow. He lets go of the fork in favour of holding their hand and squeezes it. “My feelings haven’t changed too. I love you so damn much, Geordi. I know I said it before, but I’m so sorry for hurting you. Words alone aren’t enough to promise you that I won’t do it again, but I’ll make sure my actions make up for it. From now on, you’ll lead where this relationship is going. I’ll follow” Steely determination glimmers behind Cutie’s eyes. God, they look so hot! Would his therapist finally judge him if he asked Cutie to drag him to the bathroom for a quickie? It’s been too long since they’re in him.

“Geordi? Are you ok? You look flush.” Some of that hesitation creeps back into Cutie. Dimming that spark of fire. He panics when their hand tugs back.

“Yeah! Sorry. My head’s a bit of a mess.” He begins to explain. Here, he lowered his voice; his eyes lidded. “Maybe you can make sense of it? You might like what you find, Cutie…”

“Oh!” For some reason, Cutie looks positively alarmed. A deer in a headlight. He had never seen that kind of look on their face before. Their sudden reaction threw Geordi off guard. Any lustful thoughts are completely replaced with concern now. “Maybe later. So, uh, where do we go from here? I can’t move back in just yet due to my apartment lease. Or do you want things to stay as they are right now for a little while longer?”

Continue this distance between them? Geordi doesn’t think he’s that strong of a man.

“Feel free to move in any time you can. My place is your home. You know that.”

That gorgeous smile slowly returns. This is Cutie at their best. After that day, things begin falling into place without a hitch. Cutie is back in his life. They bring their clothes and toiletries over when their lease is up -

“You kept my mug?”

“Of course I did, silly. Why would I throw it out?”

“Right… right. Sorry.”

“Cutie? Is something wrong?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Say, that recipe you bookmarked earlier, why don’t you let me take a crack at it? I’ll handle dinner tonight!”

- their routines fall into one once more, and Geordi couldn’t be happier. His world is no longer filled with silence and bitterness.

Second comes the realisation.

Geordi has been riding high on cloud nine ever since Cutie settled back into his apartment, into his life. Waking up to their sleeping face feels like a dream that he never wants to end. Their giggling when he rouses them with kisses is a bonus. He loves greeting the morning sun with a partner who is happy and satiated from the night before. And if Cutie is in the mood to play? Well! He’s more than happy to ruin the sheets for the third time in the span of six hours.

And don’t even get him started on domestic bliss.

Since Cutie’s work hours are a lot more flexible than Geordi’s, he’s forever grateful that they always have a pot of hot coffee ready for him on the table and a sweet kiss before he dashes out for the day. If he returns before traffic picks up in the evening, the couple would either go out for a dinner date or stay at home and binge-watch a new series while they eat in the living room. They alternate in cooking and cleaning depending on their schedule, but Cutie seems to have a habit of doing both whenever they can. The coworkers that he invited over for DnD sessions would whistle and nudge him on the shoulder when they looked around the spotless apartment, praising him for scoring the perfect partner after Cutie left them with a tray of snacks and drinks. Internally, Geordi preens.

When the weekends roll around, and it’s just the two of them lazying together in their sweats and old t-shirts, Geordi and Cutie would spend time together by combining their new hobbies. Geordi would lose himself in another LEGO building project while Cutie reads a novel on their phone on the couch. His favourite playlists play on and on, wrapping the couple in a peaceful cocoon.

That is until -

Geordi blinks, back in the present, when he suddenly hears the sliding door of the balcony softly shut. He sees Cutie outside talking on the phone, their back against him. He watches them moving their free hand animatedly for a few seconds longer before focusing back on the tower that he had been building. When the sliding door shuts again, he absentmindedly asks, “Hey, Cutie? What are you in the mood for lunch? Do you want to go to that Chinese restaurant down the street or…” His words trail off the moment he notices the frustrated lines on his partner's forehead. Their eyes were exhausted all of a sudden. Before he could say anything, his partner flashed an apologetic smile.

“Work called. Something came up. I need to step out in a bit, but I should have some time to make lunch - ”

Geordi stops them right there and then. He doesn’t want them to get more stressed out, especially when an emergency - he assumed - just happened. “No, no. Don’t sweat it. How about you go get ready while I make us lunch? I’d rather you have something in your stomach before you leave.” He replies, already up on his feet.

Deer in a headlight on Cutie. Again. What’s going on? “I can do it. It’s your rest day after all - ”

“Nu-uh. You just get your pretty ass in the shower, alright? I’ll have your favourites ready as soon as you step out of our bedroom door again.” Geordi assures them, but in reality? He’s so confused. They never so stressed out about cooking before. Seriously, what’s going on?

Cutie eventually nods. They kiss him on the cheek and make a beeline for the bathroom while Geordi takes out a wok and spatula. Their strange behaviour remains in his mind as he makes spicy stir-fry noodles. Now that he thinks about it, they’ve been going along with everything he likes nowadays. Cooking his favourite meals, making sure the laundry is clean and folded, helping him with the LEGOs, hanging out with his friends and letting him initiate intimacy and sex every time. They laugh when he tells jokes, as cheesy as they are. Apart from their clothes and toiletries, they haven’t brought back their Digimon plushies, or any of their physical books on the shelves. They hate horror movies, but when he absentmindedly suggests they watch Saint Maud, they agree without any hesitation.

It’s like they’re a satellite, faithfully orbiting Geordi’s every need and want. Why… why did he never notice that before? And when was the last time they went out to Cutie’s favourite restaurant again? When was the last time they did what Cutie wanted for a change?

Ah. Geordi remembers now. It was before they went on a break.

Something’s wrong with Cutie. Shit! Why didn’t he notice it before!? Was he truly caught up in his own world that he utterly neglected his partner’s?

The noodles are hot and plated, ready on the table, but Geordi feels so cold and empty. Guilt was heavy in his stomach. His grin is stiff when Cutie finally emerges wearing their standard work fit. Even in black slacks and a white collared shirt, Cutie looks like a model ready for the runway. They tuck into their meal, but Geordi doesn’t have much appetite for it. So many thoughts clash with one another in his head like angry hornets. He doesn’t even know where to start or what to ask. At times like this, Cutie would slip into his mind and act as his anchor. But ever since they got back together again -

“What time would you be coming home?” Is what comes out from Geordi’s lips, frustrated with himself.

Cutie stops washing their dishes to turn around. “If all goes well? In the evening. Probably before midnight, so you don’t have to wait up or put aside dinner for me. I can just grab something when I leave the office.”

And that’s another thing that Geordi just now realised. They don’t talk about work as much as they did before. When asked, sure, Cutie would always answer him, but it was never more than a, “Oh, my cases? Some old, same old.”, “These documents are pretty boring, actually. Something for the higher-ups to keep in their record.”, “The therapist I mentioned before? Oh, you mean Cam? He’s still working on the floor above mine.” Lukewarm. Tepid. Those are the kinds of replies that Cutie would often give him before the conversation seamlessly shifts to another topic.

Not once have they performed magic around him. In fact, ever since they got back together again, Cutie’s voice is constantly absent in his mind.

Suddenly, Geordi feels sick. He forces himself to put on a brave face, a mask that tells his partner that everything is alright, because their eyebrows begin to furrow in hesitation.

And now he knows why.

“Call me when you leave?” Geordi tries not to plead. His voice didn’t crack, that good. The last thing he wants is to get the love of his life in trouble with their superiors. They never did tell him if they received that promotion or not.

It’s a bittersweet victory when Cutie smiles again. “Sure! Have fun with your project, baby.”

They exchange a long kiss; he wonders if they find it weird that Geordi is reluctant to pull their lips away from him. He weeps and weeps into his hands when they leave the apartment. What has he done? Oh god, Cutie… he didn’t mean to. He didn’t mean to drive them into cutting a part of themselves in order to make him happy. He didn’t mean to be so blinded when they made themselves smaller and smaller if that’s what they thought would make him happy. Would let them stay in his life.

He didn’t mean to hurt Cutie. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen! He thought that - he had hoped they got better, not - why couldn’t they just talk - has he become Ben?

Mrs Potato Head plays on and on while Geordi struggles to breathe.

Finally, in comes the heartbreak.

Geordi didn’t even wait for Cutie to come back. The moment he regained control of himself, he ran out with his phone and wallet. His eyes are rimmed-red, just like the setting sun behind him. He knows which streets are veiled against people like him; he just hopes he can ask for help from any Empowered folks who might be entering the Department. He has to fix this. He desperately needs to talk to Cutie. He needs them to know that he loves every part of them, that he loves the magical world as much as they do.

However, when he cuts through the park, he freezes.

Sitting on a bench a little further from the playground is his partner, crying in the arms of a stranger. Cracks begin to form in Geordi’s heart. He’s too far away to hear what they’re saying, but judging from how the stranger does the talking and Cutie sighs and sniffles, it clued him in pretty quickly that they’re talking through him via telepathy. The stranger smiles sadly and offers them a handkerchief. His body language is serene, but the expression on his beautiful face is tight and worried. Is he a coworker? Another lover? Geordi doesn’t know what to believe anymore. Stricken, he watches them pat the stranger’s hand and gathers up their things. Leaving him on the bench as Cutie makes their way out of the park.

It’s at that moment that Geordi’s phone rings. He answers the call without a word.

“Hey, baby. Just left the office.” Cutie’s voice is hoarse. They clear their throat. This time, they sound more like themselves again - fake and bright. “Turns out one of the interns needed a stand-in instructor for tomorrow’s fieldwork. Since I’m on the way home, do you want me to grab anything?”

Geordi watches them wait at the same bus stop from which he just got off. “Why haven’t you talked to me through my head?”

“…Geordi, I’m out right now. Can we maybe talk about this at home?”

“OK. Why have you stopped ironing your work clothes with your hands?”

“I-I like using your new iron instead. What’s going on, Geordi? Did I do something wrong? Look, tell me how I can fix it, please? I don’t… I don’t know what I did wrong…”

Is this how it will always be when they’re together? Hurting each other whether they mean to or not? Acts of love turning into subservience?

The weaker side of him can’t help but wonder if it was a mistake for him and Cutie to get back together again if it means new sorrows and new regrets will always sour their relationship.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #fanfic #angsty #redacted geordi #redacted cutie #redacted camelopardalis

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Hi k! If you feel like it, do you have any favourite Oscar facial quirks?

omgggg anon this is only my favorite topic ever!!! (kidding but also not really 🧡)

i'm a lot like oscar tbh in that i have something of a deadpan stare and usually speak in a monotone but when i DO properly react to something i am veryyy uncontrollably expressive lolol, which i feel like is the same with him and the one million things constantly going on in his face!!! 😭 he definitely has a lot of little quirks / "tics" i guess for lack of better word that i adore so much...

^ first off one of the best ones is the way he always moves his mouth to the side (see also), but i'd say my favorite overall is just his full nose + face scrunch ! as shown in MMMM DEBATABLE and the blind rankings one that i drew earlier t__t and also the 1st gif of this gifset!!! i'm guilty of constantly bunnycoding ojp and that expression is trewwlyyy on top... as well as another quirk that's quite bunnycoded which is whenever he sort of awkwardly grimaces and shows off his teeth idk if you know what i'm talking about 😭

of course another fav has to be his eyebrow raising and just overall eyebrow Mobility, it's so fun because they're very straight and slope downward when his face is resting but they ARCH perfectly when he raises them and he can also do the like 🤨 seth everman look which is iconic 2 me. tbh i like how much he enjoys Squinting at things in general LOL

i've also spoken about how the buzzfeed uk video has such a wealth of oscar facial expressions and imo part of this is the informal and relaxed setting on top of the fact that he was being forced to overthink and react to an inherently silly concept so we get the ultimate combo of CASUALLY EXPRESSIVE OSCAR!!! prema challenges have a similar vibe but imo this is still different because it's fairly removed from a motorsport setting so he's kind of just vibing... another v endearing quirk from this video is his eye twitching / blinking that you can see in a LOT of oscar content, i feel like it's a once you notice you never stop noticing it thing because he does it all the time and i find it really cute because it kind of makes him squinch his cheek too... miss cutieful....... SIMILARLY but also from the buzzfeed video this is one of my favorite examples of how much he (involuntarily imo) WIDENS his eyes (2) when talking or listening to something, here's another moment of him doing it back in f4 so you can see it's a long-ingrained habit.

sorry i'm literally giving you the most random ass deep cuts alkdfshaldsfh but i also remember watching ted's race notebook from miami and noticing oscar talking to a few mclaren employees during the team photo and something i find so endearing about him is when people call his name / try to get his attention and he does the >whips head around and widens his eyes with a polite little smile< thing like AGHHH... qt TT___TT ok i'm going off-topic now but the surprised smile he gave lando during the miami post-race debrief will haunt my memories forever because it was so Open !!!

anyway re: the grimacing he also kind of has a neck tic he does where he stretches his neck out... and i've noticed that he's also just kind of sensitive/particular with his neck in general and is always adjusting his collar where it sits on his skin, which again is off-topic but i find really cute because i can relate (sensitive to textures) hsdafhk.

let me stop talking but last but not least i'm obsessedddd with the way he pouts in the post-quali vid from canada this yr <3 and also his tendency to lick/bite his lips which always does great legwork in terms of the heart eyes piastri narrative and his apparent thirst for lando HKLFDSHLH which while i endorse wholeheartedly is definitely mostly just an unconscious habit of his... but i think rpf is fun so who cares!!! LOL i hope this makes sense idk if i described anything properly 😭🧡

#ask #sorry for being obsessed with ojp 😔 unfortch he has one of the faces of all time #op meta

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mondaymelon · 11 months ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! gifts ensue.

he really went. blep. hi user @ilyuu. im proud of this one so congrats wanderer takes home first gift wooo

lmao id like to apologise in advance as this was brought on because of me but I got super burnt out drawing like 20 of these over the course of 2 days... if you see the quality of the drawings declining ( which you will ) please don't mind it!! thank you.

@anonbinaryweirdo. sigh. i get whiplash whenever you're super nice and then in the span of the next three seconds immediately do something vile

@soleillunne. we don't talk much but from what I know you are such a sweet person omg !! and your works??? dies inside (in a good way). the way you write xiao maks me so. puddle like

@realkavehgf. we agree on one things (amongst others) and that is that kaveh is. kAVEH IS. MALFUNCTIONS PERISHES.

@emphasisondrvgs. you scare me. please take your ranpo and quietly see yourself out LMAO /j

@pjsk-writin. AMIMI ONE OF MY FIRST EVER MOOTS !!! im so proud of mikoto. sighs. straitjackets are smth else to draw .. BUT HES SO. MMMMMM !!!!

@circyexistforcontent AAAHHH HI PRECIOUS. I LIKE YOU BUT I DONT REALLY LIKE DILUC SO. TAKE THIS... quietly throws up

@whats-it-mean. puka puka. head empty. puka puka. please stop your affairs with my mother.

@falors. UGLY SOBS. UGLY CRIES. I LOVE YOU /P SM. WAAHHHH TEARS TEARS TEARS you are the most talented person ever I S T G gRAAAHHH YOU BETTER GET 18412409128410948 FOLLOWERS THIS YEAR OR I WILL RIOT. mwah.

@dustofthedailylife. omg. hi dust... tbh ive been so concerned for you recently with how much life is running you over with a pickup truck so wishing for your improved health soon !! alhaith is a smort guy what can I say

@the-white-void. DEAREST. literally one of the first people I ever interacted with on this platform and you're actually. like. literally one of the sweetest people I have ever met. KLEE IS SUCH A CUTIE FJSFJDK

@kaeffeinee. OMG. m..my kitten- woah WHO just said that. wild shit right there. have something you don't like?? have something that's been pestering you for far too long?? no worries. its the official nag seal of mendokusai !!!!

@lillonvia. sobs. I didn't do the man justice.loud sobs. DFSDDSF YOUR ART MAKES ME WANT TO LIKE DISENTAGRAT INTO GLOWING BALLS oF FUZZ AND FLOAT INTO THE HEAVENS I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO DESCRIBE IT. WE ARE SO DELULU oVER XIAO. FOAMS AT THE MOUTH

@absolutelyobsessedkiya. HELP WHY IS MINORI SO BRIGHT.... she's literally shining what. we need to talk more pspsspsp I just now found out that you're a fan of milgram!! remember like last year I was all 'whose that pretty pink person on their pfp??' AND NOW I FINALLY KNOW THATS ITS MUU RAHHHH

@auroratumbles. meow. cat. what a sweetie. I don't even know what my art style is doing here anymore Istg what even. what even BYE LETS TALK ABOUT XIAO LATER !!

@papiliotao. mwah. a kith for you. mWAH. ANOTHER KITH. SJFKSDJFLS GRAHHH YOU ARE THE SW E. E T E ST AND YOUR THE SWEETEST AND YOUR CAT IS THE SWEETEST AND YOUR VOICE IS MAKING ME WANT TO ELEVATE INTO THE CLOUDS AND YOURE SO SILLY EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT LIKE AKITIO SHINONOME

@yinyinggie. hihihi ying !! it honestly amazes me how you're able to juggle so many events and servers at once. im actually in awe. always look at xiao he's so emo and short

@solxima. GRAHHH HI. I DONT LIKE HOW JINGYUAN LOOKS IN THIS BUT. DLJFLSDJ DIES> I CANT DO THIS AN Y M O RE. your honor. hes so cat coded hes so cat coded he's so PERISHS

@yelshin. WAIIIIT NO YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF> iM SORRY. I don't know why he looks... so r e g a l in this but its definitely giving off oRAtRice MecAnIquE DAnAlySe CARdiNAle .

@vennnnn-diagram. LOUD SCREAMING N O . YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF TOOOODJSKFLSD JGAIJFAD JKLJFD:LFS. anyways. I need to see nahida smiling more she deserves everything and then some. aranaras are so silly giggles

@lume-nosity. I hold the slightest bit of guilt for putting your angsty ish drawing right next to happy lil nahida buT AHAHAH IT MAKES IT HURT MORE IG. took some inspo from your blog title... mwah ily lume. I WAS SO SCARED TO TALK TO YOU AT FIRST WHEN I SENT YOU THAT MOOT ASK BUT I AM EVER SO HAPPY THAT I DID !!!

th end. im actually so dead lmao my fingers actually were starting to bleed afklsdjfaskdjfklsdjflkasdjflksjflkjowejtoij enjoy your Christmas gifts mooties !! if anyone asks why I haven't been posting fics as promised. this is why. ill be in a coffin for a while please let my soul rest

OH AND FORGOT TO MENTION I DREW THESE BASD ON THE MOOTIES THAT COMMNTED ON MY THINGY LIKE LAST WEEK WHICH ASKED WHICH CHARACTER THY WANTD I LOVE YOU ALL PSPS I PROMIS

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