#back to bald cats slapping

[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @voidfragments / WHAT'S SHI QINGXUAN THINKING?

💭 qr had his turn now sqx gets to drag him in return

      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ──  '𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙚. How miserable does someone's life have to be for them to become a rampaging ghost and make it everyone else's problem? Has he no shame? Were I his ancestor, I'd be rattling around in my grave if I found out he was running the mortal realm amok. And in such a tacky manner too! I mean really, bodies strung up in trees, creepy green lights, eating innocent people-- what's the point of it all? Aiyah! Well, I'm not scared of him. Just... a little grossed out.'

     Or, perhaps more succinctly: 

     It can't be that bad-- EWWWWWWWW YOU LIVE LIKE THIS!?

[violetjedisylveon]

Shadowpeach Fluff AU, where Macaque decides to stay in that mountain to keep Wukong company, even after their argument... He stayed with Wukong for 500 years, then the West Journey happens...

How does Wukong feel about Macaque smacking the back of Tripitaka's head, whenever the monk uses the Circlet's Spell on Wukong? (They don't have a second circlet... so Tripitaka is grateful for Macaque's self-control...)

What are Macaque's relationships with all the Pilgrims? (Tripitaka + Ao Lie + Zhu Bajie + Sha Wujing)

How do the Pilgrims feel about Wukong being a simp for Macaque (even though they are boyfriends)?

What if after the West Journey, Wukong and Macaque got married? 💍

They were married before the journey since they are mates, after the journey it's public to everyone that these monkeys are together so not mess with their relationship.

Wukong appreciates his mate standing up for him, and finds it humorous to see Macaque just swat Tripitaka's bald head like a cat. He could be doing a lot worse, he makes sure Tripitaka knows that, he does do worse during the bone spirit arc because Bajie is blatantly lying and getting his mate hurt because he's horny.

He almost becomes bacon.

All the pilgrims agree that trusting the living lie detector duo when there's demons around is the best decision, and not to listen to Bajie.

Macaque likes Wujing and Lie a lot, they're nice and aren't causing problems for him and his mate, they are chill.

He doesn't like Bajie because of his blatant misogyny and hitting on every woman he meets, as a monkey from a matriarchal culture, that is fucking disgusting, and he has to be talked down from turning Bajie into bacon each time he doesn't leave people alone. He's not a fan of this pig.

He's tolerant of Tripitaka, he knows Tripitaka doesn't want to hurt his mate, and that he's a squishy mortal, but it's still very angering to see him hurt Wukong, hence the slapping. Outside of that, he's fine with him.

Bajie has no room to judge anyone for being a simp. Demons and dragons aren't strangers to same sex relationship, Tripitaka is the one who is most surprised and put off by it, but he gets over that as he sees how much they truly love each other.

Sandy and Lie think they're cute, Lie is making preparations to be the best uncle for his eventual niblings.

Macaque is just as much of a simp for Wukong too

They get teased a fair bit.

This was a sweet one, thanks for asking!

[rikosseen]

Jerry Kwon x Reader: Silly and scammed

Ft. the Big Deal boys | Anon request

Jerry slowly walks behind you, shoulders slumping forward, and eyes wandering around. The gentle giant’s trying so hard to avoid looking at you, feeling flustered and shy. He fiddles with his instrument in one hand, and wipes a sweaty palm on his shirt with the other.

“You didn’t have to pick me up from school,” he murmurs, glancing down at your figure.

So cute.

“But I wanted to!” You perk up, turning around to smile at him. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you anyway. As if you like Jake more than me.”

Jerry nervously shakes his head and grabs the back of your shirt.

“You’re the only one,” he begins.

“Only kidding Jer,” you nuzzle into his arm, snorting an almost laugh.

Your big baby spurts out a wheeze, and flinches at the close proximity. He takes in a deep breath and glances at where you’re intertwined with him. Like a cat, Jerry thinks.

So cute.

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Jerry slurps his fourth serving of Sundubu-Jigae, and momentarily stops eating to cough when he doesn’t chew properly. Quickly, you stand up and punch his back until a long piece of enoki mushroom lands on the table. Sighing, you tut and gently smack Jerry’s reddening head.

“Sorry,” he mutters, fiddling with his fingers again.

“Idiot. Didn’t I tell you to slow down?” You scold. Although, a smile creeps up on your face when you see him nodding with his eyes closed.

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“Jerry, this is pointless,” Brad points out, rubbing his temples.

Jason snorts in agreement, and lineman sighs in aggravation.

How the fuck did this baldy get scammed? They think simultaneously.

“Jason’s right. I’ll buy you another one,” Jake tries to give a reassuring smile. Although, the price of a single flute scampers through his mind tauntingly.

A few hours ago, Jerry was meant to have his instrument painted, personalised.

At a fragment of the usual cost, the old man had claimed. But said old man is nowhere to be seen. In fact, the shop is abandoned and empty.

“He’ll come back,” Jerry states, unwavering.

Jason and Brad slap each other upon hearing this. Lineman needs to take a shit.

“Jerry..” Jake sighs. “C’mon,” and he tries to move his bald best friend. But of course, Jerry doesn’t budge. The other three guys end up joining, but still, Jerry stands still. With a final heave, they try to lift him up, but to no avail.

“What’re you all doing..?”

All eyes snap to you, and when you find out what happened, you give your precious baldy a pitiful look.

“It’s okay, Jake said that he’d buy you another one,” you pat his back.

Jerry pouts ever so slightly. “I liked that one.”

“Come on, let’s go,” you tug his hand, but still, Jerry refuses to leave. You give him a side eye before taking a deep breath. Slowly, you squat and wrap your arms around Jerry's waist.

Jason scrunches his face, Brad crosses his arms, Jake quirks his eyebrow, and Lineman needs to shit.

With a small huff you pick up your baldie, and spin him around in a cradle. Then you stop, pick him up again, and coo pacifying words.

“My poor sweetheart,” you coddle in a baby voice.

A tear trickles down Jerry’s face. “I liked that one,” he sniffs.

Jake looks defeated. How can you, a minuscule thing, lift him just like that when he can’t? Jerry… that bastard’s acting like this happens all the time.

Brad’s mouth hangs open, Jason pretends to make it seem as if Brad’s sucking some d, and Lineman lets out a wet fart.

[phightingheadcanons]

Ok time for multiple HCs coming from The Ruiner itself:

- Katana and Scythe are siblings, not biological siblings, they're, like, found family or adopted, although nowadays Katana doesn't see Scythe as his sister, due to leaving the cult and stuff.

- Subspace used to have raccoon sidetails but after she started rotting she went bald, so she started painting her horns with black stripes.

- Rocket cried tears of joy when he first got adopted by Zuka because he could finally sleep in an actual bed and not a dirty bloodstained mattress in a back alley in Playground.

- Blackrockians have a very low spice tolerance, due to their diet not having much spices and seasonings. It took some time for Medkit to get used to Lost Temple Food.

- Rocket tried to start smoking because Zuka smoked but Zuka slapped the cig off Rocket's mouth whenever he did it.

- When Rocket first started Phighting he just wore young Zuka's outfit, it took a while for him to start wearing his own outfit and generally attempting to make himself more than just "Mini-Zuka"

- Since Shuri is a vigilante as of the rewrite, I think that he learned first aid by himself. He knows he can't come home really beat up with stuff like stab and gunshot wounds so he learned how to patch himself up so he looks (relatively) less fucked up. In days he gets less screwed up he asks Vine to heal him up, albeit he doesn't tell her the origins of said injuries.

- Demons have like, very sudden growth spurts, for years they'll have the exact same height then boom! They grow like a foot or two. Until they're 20 where they get their definitive height.

- Sword doesn't swear often but he does swear and when he does it's kind of an "oh shit" moment because Sword doesn't say the fuck-word lightly.

- Hyperlaser is not a cat or dog person, he's a princess person.

- Demons bite each other as a way to show affection, it's instinctual and not really seen as weird like Shuri deadass just bites Vine sometimes and she thinks it's cute.

Ok I'm beat.

- The Ruiner Anon

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[catboyclarity]

i knew it was gonna happen before i got on T because every single man in my entire family is bald as hell. for a long time i was very insecure and sad and freaked out about it, but actually, it rules. like to slap my bald head. reblog to slap my bald head.

i will say that although i complain online about ppl being shitheads vis-a-vis balding im like. pretty happy being bald. my fiance likes it it helps me pass i have an excuse to wear cool hats that i like AND. this is very important. i dont have to fucking get haircuts anymore. i hated that shit.

[sketchy-angel]

Custom Hualian dolls

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

I started this project in February 2022. I originally made a Puqi Shrine diorama out of an old cardboard box. I still have it and I'll post it soon after I make some minor alterations. I just really wanted to share these 2 since I spent so much effort on them.

Back then, I purchased 2 Obitsu 11cm dolls. I bought them on Aliexpress but judging by the packaging and the fact they were around $15 each I'm pretty sure they're legit.

In this blog I'll talk a bit about the process for those unfamiliar with doll customizing and everyone else who is interested in the process. I'm a doll collector but my customizing skills are very rudimentary and mostly rely on winging it and hoping for the best.

And my motto during this process was "nobody's gonna see the back."

I made the prototype clothes back in 2022 and the stitching was ass. And it took me until last week to gather enough courage to start working on the wigs. I originally purchased very cheap doll hair but it refused to cooperate and I decided to use felt instead.

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His clothes were already basically done when I started over. I added the red ribbon details, added the flower nail charm, the red string and I made the wig, of course.

These outfits are by no means historically or cannonically accurate. I had to modify them to accommodate the scale and my subpar sewing skills. I've gotten much better at sewing since then so don't look at those shoulder seams...

And I still don't know what's going on with the back of his red robes. I think I ran out of fabric :-|

The braid is made using a string of black yarn. The vambraces are actually fake adjustable ear cuffs.

I'll show the wig making process more in Xie Lian's section since Hua Cheng's was easier to make. I just slapped a bunch of felt pieces on the wigcap with glue and voilà!

And E'Ming was made using pencils and gel polish on a piece of cardboard and Xie Lian's butterfly was made with the help of a nail sticker and magnetic cat eye polish. In the finished photo you can see a red gem sticker on E'Ming's eye. I don't know how I feel about it. Do your prefer the design without it? I can easily take it off.

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Xie Lian's outfit and hair was a bit of a challenge but it was fun. I was inspired by several designs and decided to just wing it and make my own outfit instead of recreating an existing one in its entirety.

Also, as you can tell, these dolls have many articulation points that allow for so much posability. I sewed the clothes onto them to keep it in place so they have limited range of movement, especially Hua Cheng, but I'm fine with it. They can still pose nicely.

Instead of making inner and outer robes I decided to make one pair of robes and the second pair that's folded over the shoulders stops at the waist and is hidden by the belt/sash(?) idk English forgive me.

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I tried to make the "main robes" fold over at the waist but I misplaced the rest of that white fabric 2 years ago so I just extended the edges on 3 sides with the sheer fabric from an old curtain and hoped for the best.

Oh, and the shoes are also from Aliexpress. I try not to purchase often from them but I could not find any alternatives...

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The wig making process was... Interesting. I won't show the entire wigcap by itself to spare your eyes so here's balding Xie Lian lol.

The bun was made by rolling felt into a little roll. I then stuck two bigger felt circles onto one side and glued the edges after I cut the outer edges like you would cut a pizza. Does this make sense? Probably not.

Basically, make a rose type thing.

And if you're wondering, the wigs are removable and kind of posable as well.

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And that's basically it <3

I wanted to include better quality pics but it won't allow me to post more than 10 at once so I had to stuff them into collages.

Forgot to mute the video so if you hear my cat wreaking havoc in the background no you didn't.

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I may or may not be working on another project centered around Beefleaf...

When I was a kid, I couldn't afford good quality dolls so I played with small doll-like keychains that had knitted dresses, arms and legs made of string, heads made of painted wooden beads and little beanies on their heads.

I have similar beads laying around so I plan to make similar keychains that look like fem Beefleaf.

Of course, I gotta finish that damn Puqi Shrine and hope my cat doesn't cause it to collapse. Maybe one day I'll make keychain versions of other TGCF characters as well!

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[laswells-ashtray]

Lesbian hurt comfort? Lesbian fluff? Lesbian angst? Lesbian?

It takes poking Sarah with her toes three damn times to get the other woman's attention. She'd move if it weren't for Boris and Dot on her lap with Minnie resting on the back of the couch, making biscuits on her shoulder. Dolly is eating through in the kitchen, she can hear the telltale crunch of the cat's dry food.

"What is it?" Sarah can barely draw her eyes away from the screen and Kate would almost be offended if it weren't for Jodie Foster in a pencil skirt mid-conversation with Christopher Plummer.

"Pass me a cookie."

The other woman had been hogging the packet since Dot had stuck her head in it and decided to lick a cookie, they'd tried to be annoyed at her but the kitten was still small enough to fit in one of Kate's shoes so her baby face won them over and she remained unscolded.

The cookie slaps her in the face before landing on her chest and she instinctively digs her toes into her wife's ribs before shoving the entire cookie in her mouth as tactfully as one can be doing so.

"You ever think this was how we'd spend our anniversary?" Sarah asks suddenly, looking back to her as Kate wipes the crumbs from her lips.

She shakes her head. They were supposed to go out and spend the day together, getting their nails done and going shopping before heading to the restaurant that catered their wedding for dinner.

A storm had rendered them stuck inside and the restaurant closed, they had taken to the couch and worked their way through half-decent movies on Netflix while working their way through the snacks from their pantry. They were currently partway through The Inside Man.

"Probably not." She admits honestly, resting a hand on Borris' head and offering a gentle scratch behind the ear as she tries not to laugh at the broken engine-sounding purr that the cat makes.

Their tradition had been started years ago and this was the first time it had been broken, it was a letdown for the two of them but they had tried to make the best out of what they had.

Sarah reaches over to offer Minnie a chin scratch, she doesn't offer a grateful purr. "Nikolai sent his well wishes, a happy anniversary text and a picture of John asleep on their bathroom floor."

Kate snorts despite her dissatisfaction with their day. "That explains some of the texts I received a few hours ago, I wondered why Shepherd is such a bald, cinty prick."

Sarah offers her a half-hearted laugh, stretching out tiredly until she's splayed out over Kate, narrowly avoiding squishing the two cats on her lap.

She nuzzles her face into Kate's chest, barely restraining the yawn that fights to break free from her mouth.

"Happy anniversary."

Kate leans down and presses a kiss to her wife's forehead, taking a brief moment to appreciate the greys she sees growing in.

"Yeah, whatever. I love you."

"Love you too, grumpy."

[yutahoes]

Mommy

based on an overdue ask.

characters: sub! Yuta Nakamoto x dom! company president! Y/N

summary: Working from home has its perks.

word count: 2.2k words

genre: smut

warning: oral - female receiving, handjob, teasing, exhibitionism, sub-dom themes, whiny Yuta, petnames

Being a president is hard. 

All the decision-making for the sake of your company. All the work you have to put time and effort into. Being labeled as incompetent because of your gender, the prominent misogynistic officials waiting for a little slip in your authority. 

Being the president is indeed a stressful job.  

You blew heavy breaths as you listened to the presentation made by the Chinese company you were supposed to partner up with your company. If incompetence comes with gender, then why are these balding middle-aged men in dark tuxedos looking so unsure of the product they’re selling? You knew you were giving an annoyed look at how they stuttered when the product malfunctioned. Why are they wasting your time like this? 

They’re lucky that it was just an online meeting. If not, you might have been out of the door or threw something at them. Working from home on a weekend truly has its perks. 

The door of your home office opened after a light knock. In his black tank top and gray sweatpants, Yuta came inside with a plate of food. You lightly glanced at the clock on the bottom of your screen, surprised that it was already past lunchtime. 

This meeting is already getting really annoying.  

The guy put down a plate of mashed potatoes and a small steak, with mixed vegetables on the side. It’s mouth-watering but you cannot eat while you’re in the meeting. The men presenting showed another slide that made you roll your eyes. You didn’t need the demographic of their customers, your company had their own research. Yet you cannot cut their presentation. You’re just tired of talking. 

You started scribbling something on your tablet, reminders to note for your secretary. Your gaze fell on the guy standing in front of your table, looking at you with his large puppy eyes. Why is he still here? You’re obviously working, can’t he see that? 

Quickly, you pushed a button on your keyboard to stop your video and microphone before turning to him.  "What?" you asked in annoyance. The meeting is already stressing you out, you cannot handle any more stress or you'll just snap. 

Yuta sighed. "I'm hungry." 

A dead look was all you could give him. What the hell? "There's lots of food in the kitchen." You rubbed your temples, obviously pissed off at this point before he continued, "I want to eat you."  You stared in surprise, how bold. "You've been so stressed. I want to make you feel good.” His big, brown eyes pleading. 

You just stared at him, taken back at how brazen he was. But then, this was what you liked most about Yuta. And maybe this is just what you need to improve your mood. "Please, Mommy. I promise I'll be good." 

A smile played on your lips before nodding at him. He looked like an excited puppy as he walked in front of you, kneeling from under your desk. Yuta helped you slip out of your panties, lucky that you’re wearing a short skit. "Itadakimasu" he whispered, palms together before he leaned in to kiss the inside of your thigh. 

You made sure that your camera cannot capture him before clicking a button that would put you back to the meeting, apologizing about your little kitty cat who was desperate to play with you. You felt Yuta smile at the statement. Your fingers thread along his dark hair as his lips alternate from sucking and licking your inner thighs. 

The men on the screen kept on talking, stopping from time to time to maybe check your reaction and ask for your opinion. The man kneeling in front of you kept on pleasuring you with his lips and his tongue. Yuta’s hand grazed on your hip, north to your waist. But before it can reach your breasts, a normal thing he would do whenever he was down to eat you, you slapped his hand and gave him a stern look. The participants of the online meeting seemed to stop and you apologized once again, “My cat was being naughty. Sorry.”  

Your gaze fell on Yuta who was pouting, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He parted your legs before placing them on his shoulders to have full access to your nether region. You rolled your eyes, lightly smiling, at his actions. How adorable. 

You focused on the meeting as he placed his tongue on your clit, making you shudder. He was gentle, unlike last night when he was like a beast craving for you, maybe because you already warned him to behave at this moment. His tongue entered your core, lips sucking on your pussy lips. If there is one thing Yuta is really good at, that would be eating you. And letting him do that deed right now, really did lessen the annoyance you’re feeling. 

The Chinese men started pitching their last agenda for the meeting and you inwardly smile. The meeting is almost over. More time to play with your little kitten. Once they ended the meeting, you thanked them and referred them to talk to your secretary for a follow-up meeting who was in the same meeting as you. 

When you clicked the button that disabled your microphone and camera, you leaned on your chair while wrapping your legs on Yuta’s head. He alternated between lapping and sucking your pussy which earned a soft mewl coming from you. Your hands gripped his hair as you grind your hips on his face, eager to get to your orgasm. He didn’t disappoint as he crept his hand up your body to squeeze your breasts. “So good.” You mumbled eyes closed. His nose was hitting your clit, creating friction that made it more pleasurable. “That’s really good, baby.” 

You knew it was the word that would rile Yuta, a pet name you kept on calling him over and over again. He ravaged your pussy, like a man starved of food. He didn’t stop even if you squirted on his face and kept on slurping everything you release. 

Yuta was out of breath and lips so swollen that he looked like he’ll pass out. His chin and neck were so wet with your juice that the front of his tank top stuck to his skin. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and an evident bulge was visible on his gray sweatpants. You leaned closer, holding his cheek. The low cut of your blouse showed your cleavage that made him visibly gulp. “Good job, baby.” Your thumb touched his bottom lip and he didn’t take a chance to suck it. “I think my baby deserves his reward.” You leaned on your chair, crossing your arms on your chest to enhance your breasts, and crossing your legs so that the heel of your stiletto touched his bulge. “Is there anything you want, baby boy?”  

He looked so fucked up. So messed up. “Mommy, please fuck me.” It was a lovely sight to see. You wanted to tie him in bed that instant and make him cum repeatedly until he begs you to stop. “I need you, please Mommy.” 

You shook your head, resting your head on your hand above the table. “I don’t think you deserve it yet.” His eyes widened in confusion before worry flashed in his eyes. He started begging, muttering how he was going to be a good boy that amused you. How adorable. 

“Stand up.” You commanded and he quickly sprang up on his feet. You twirled the string of his sweatpants using your finger before pulling him closer. “Then,” You started, staring at him with your erotic eyes. “I don’t want you to make a sound.” 

Yuta nodded almost immediately and you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. He really does need you, how cute. You ordered him to sit on your desk and like a puppy, he obeyed immediately. Your hands traveled to his thighs, moving your chair closer to him. “Please suck me.” 

You stood up, making him confused. “I told you not to make a sound,” you whispered against his ear, your fingernail grazing along his inner thigh. "Understood?" He hummed as an answer and you repeated the question in a louder voice, "Understood?"  He nodded, earning a smirk from you. The pad of your finger dragged along the side of his cock and you saw how he held himself from making a sound by biting his bottom lip. 

Your lips came in contact with the side of his neck, hands under his tank top heading north to his chest. The dark garment was easily discarded to the floor and Yuta is now stark naked on your desk. You bit your lip as you watched him whimper at your gaze, staring at you with his pleading eyes. “No sound, understood?” You repeated as he nodded frantically, eyes hooded with lust and want. A giggle escaped your lips at how helpless he looked. Like a lost kitten. Your own lost kitten. 

“Kitten,” you whispered before pressing butterfly kisses below his ear down to the side of his neck. “My naughty kitten.” You sink your teeth on his left shoulder then grasped his throbbing cock with your right hand. You can feel his body tense up, hands grasping the edge of your desk. It’s amazing how he kept on being quiet, avoiding creating a sound by biting his bottom lip. Your tongue went south from his shoulder to his chest, stopping to apply pressure on his nipple, while your hands pumped his cock. 

He feels so hot on your fingertips. His cock kept on throbbing as his body squirmed, small whimpers coming out from his mouth. You alternated sucking and nibbling his nipple before moving to the other one. Yuta’s cock is so red that you’re sure he might explode soon. Is he this needy? You haven’t even done anything weird, just a simple handjob. 

With a smirk, you held his cock tight with one hand before using the other hand to rub the tip. His head rolled back, hands supporting his body with his eyes closed. He looked so fucked up, it amuses you. But there’s something missing, something that you’re slowly yearning for at the moment. “You can make a sound now.” The sides of your lips curled up when he shouted, “Mommy.”  

“Are you enjoying, my little kitten?” You kept on jerking his twitching cock, the other hand massaging his balls. 

“Yes,” he moaned, “That feels so good, Mommy.” Your pumping moved from fast to slow, lips leaving small marks on his skin. His face was filled with unadulterated pleasure, moans kept on coming out of his lips. “Mommy, I’m close.” You pumped faster, eager to get him to his release. “Can I cum?” 

A proud feeling engulfed your chest, you trained him well. “Of course baby, you earned it.” He kept on thanking you as white spurts of cum filled your hand, some shooting on your blazer. “Thank you so much, Mommy.” 

“Did you have fun, baby?” He nodded, catching his breath. You smiled then kissed him lightly on the lips before looking at something beside him, “Did you enjoy it as well, Mark?” 

The look on Yuta’s face is comical as you watched him looking back at the screen of your computer. There, he was in a complete display of skin. His cock was in full view and twitching. Mark, your secretary, looking down as if he doesn’t know what to do. “Did you enjoy the show, Mark?” 

Yuta’s eyes widened in realization before facing you, hiding from the camera of your computer screen. “You’re cruel,” he whispered, leaning his head on your shoulder as if hiding from your secretary. A giggle was all you can answer. He’s enjoying it as well, evident was his now hardening cock. You didn’t know Yuta has an exhibitionism kink. “You’re evil.” 

“And you love me for it.” You kissed his cheek, laughing. “I’ll just finish this real quick. Wait for me inside the room, hmm?” He nodded, smiling before walking past your desk and out of the video frame.

You fixed your blazer and sat properly on your chair as if nothing happened. Yuta came back then leaned in to kiss you on the lips, “I love you, Y/N.” You grinned. How clingy. 

When Yuta left, you leaned on the chair before telling Mark some reminders about the meeting that happened earlier. His eyes seemed to be wandering around, unable to look at you. “Mark,” you called. “Look at me.” He cleared his throat before shyly looking at you, a red tinge on his cheeks. You knew that look. When you were just getting to know Yuta, he used to look at you like that. You cross your arms, making sure that your breasts are emphasized. Your secretary gulped before licking his lips, “If you make this business work, I might give you a reward Markie.” His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of your lips turned up at his answer,

“Yes, Mommy.”     

[sparkly-sediment]

ur the second eden i know and the second to be mother but the first to be mother in the way like i think youd ask me to get you a pack from the corner store. and id do it but id keep the change. thoughts on engiescout i dont know what theyre calling it now Also can you say Hi to my Cat Her name is Portable Drilling Machine She ate Her brothers inthe womb and has nothjng but sisters. its about sisterhood

this is divine communication I would absolutely ask you to go to the corner store. I would tell you to keep the change because Ik I’m being naughty and you’re doing me a solid. I would sell you weed no stems

Tf2 engiscout

Big shout out to my beautiful girl Portable Drilling Machine (devourer of womb mates) love you feminist queen

It starts off with Engi and Scout sharing a beer in the workshop! Scout pesters him enough so Engineer finally cracks and sits him down with a bottle

They get on surprisingly well! Engineer is amused by Scout like a cat with a fly and Scout is desperate from attention from an older man

Engineer has an incredible ego and a 11 PhDs to support it. With Scout being so easily astonished and gushing over anything that interests him (pretending he’s an expert while simultaneously knowing nothing)

Engi’s ego is STROKED. ERECT. ROCK HARD COCK SOLID. Scout likes the power he feels he has making Engineer happy. Doing his best to please, be helpful, as you know.

It’s a very teasing relationship. Scout calls engineer bald, slaps his perfectly smooth head, and then gets pinned with his back on a shop desk (much to his delight)

Scout steals Engineers sweet teas?? And as payback Engi nabs a bang and tries a sip, and then his lip corrodes off

SHIT IS BATTERY ACID!!! And it makes other things acidic too… our southern bell will suck but not swallow (tried it once and fell ill for days)

The second Engineer reveals gun slinger Scout is trying to make it move and guffawing. The glove goes back on but part of Engineer’s issues about it are healed ❤️

Asks are always open!! Whoever this anon is I love you we should eat a raw fish together ripped from the sea

[jinksyweirdo]

Day 12; Personal Headcanon

Yes sir, ma'am, boss! I have many personal Headcanons for the beautiful cast. This is all in Post OW btw.

Iggy;

- Does Online workout/yoga sometimes (in secret ofc)

- Had bout 200 Kirby plushies but lost them all throughout childhood, only one remains.

- Tried to have a secret diary but often lost it for about two weeks.

- When drunk, he'll easily sob over an emotional scene. (Ex - Dog dying, a character dying, two characters in love-)

- He broke his glasses two times.

Genzou;

- He loves wacking Orlam with his walking stick.

- Tried rapping but gave up. (Spoilers alert, his mother did not appreciate the spitting-)

- Often gave weird stuff to Iggy on his birthday. (Yes, yes, this was inspired by that face-towel post -3-)

- Is banned from 50 churches.

- Buys canned foods and microwave food.

- Wanted a dog but can't afford to take care of one.

Orlam;

- Love pranking Iggy and Jerry on random days. (Often Jerry.)

- Scolds anyone who makes spaghetti wrong and slaps them with a wooden spoon. (And will proceed to make them redo the whole dang thing all over again)

- Has two rabbits roaming around in his house.

- Calls Jerry to get his take-out food.

- Has 100+ online and offline ex's.

- Plays with his rat tail whenever bored.

Gidget;

- They are a workaholic.

- Will try and find time to either speak with the group (mostly Iggy + Cecil) or rest.

- They watch Kdrama shows.

- Does online shopping after their second paycheck.

- Would use new gen slang on Cecil (and uses it very badly... ._.);

Gidget; That's not very Ohio rizz of you emo boy ✨✨.

Cecil; Gidget. I'm literally considering going to therapy if you keep this up.

Bucks;

- Often will scold new DnD players whenever they had done something so utterly stupid.

- Always throwing a barbecue on either her birthday or Hunar.

- Loves spooning Hunar.

- Tried boxing but stopped after one bad fight.

- She loves the Library because of Hunar.

- Often trying to find silly nicknames to give to the cast in the GC.

Hunar;

- Published about 20+ books, both for adults and children, and mostly in the genre of Heavy Fantasy.

- Trusted Bucks ONCE to cut his hair- (and now have a small bald spot in the back-)

- Tries to playfully wrestle Bucks but always loses.

- Sleeps on the table or on his desk whenever writing over night.

- Coffee addict.

- Trying to get used to the new gen slang (and just like Gidget, failing very miserable);

Hunar; you are such a beautiful gyatt.

Bucks; *bursts out laughing*

Hunar; W-What? ;_;

- WILL ABSOLUTELY RAGE AT WHENEVER A PLAYER DOES SOMETHING SO STUPID DURING THE DND SESSION, THAT EVEN BUCKS HAS TO CALM HIM DOWN BEFORE HE CHOKES THEM-

Cecil;

- Been to 15 private Catholic schools.

- Often attend Church.

- Can speak in 12 different languages.

- Had been in various instruments lessons. (And is only good at Piano, Violins and flute)

- Been forced to do the things above ⬆️.

- His parents will call him only to see if he's married or at least have a stable job.

-He gets into an argument with them that at one point, he stays over at Gidgets.

- He loves rich tea.

- Has major trust issues.

- Has a black cat.

Jerry;

- Attempted to create an Orlam Hate GC whenever he gets underpaid ( which nobody had joined except for Genzou and Orlam would always find out).

- Rage baits on 13-year Olds on Roblox.

- Rage quit whenever he's on second in DTI.

- Insecure about his two front teeth.

- Tries to prank Orlam but always back fires.

- Often sends anonymous complaints to Orlam (and Orlam still finds out-)

- Complains to literally anyone about Orlam!

- Wanted a pet rabbit but his gold fish died.

- Plays Just Dance.

- Had sideburns once. (Until Orlam shaved it all in his sleep-)

- Buys 30 bunny plushies to comfort him.

Saydie (if Hunar and Bucks decides to have a kid and she's like around 7-8?) :

- Often asks Hunar for sugary cereals. (Which he says no despite Bucks begging along with Saydie)

- Loves tennis and Netball.

- Gets the group's names mixed up (except for Genzou);

Saydie; Hi...! Uhm...Iggy?

Orlam; Nope. Orlam.

Saydie; Oh! Sorry. Hi uncle Orlam! *Turns and looked at Gidget.*

Hi, Iggy!-

Gidget; Still wrong sweetie.

Saydie; shit.

Hunar; Language!

- Often swears in secret (and mostly getting caught by Genzou or Bucks).

- Loves riding any new bikes Genzou gives to her.

- Tries and tackle Bucks but always loses.

- She loves reading Hunar's books.

- She always brags about her parents to her friends.

That's a wrap! :D

[reginaldqueribundus]

Could I beat that Star Trek doctor in a fight?

Joseph M'Benga: no. god no. the man was so good at murder they tried to get him to quit his doctor job and go back to it. trust me you don't want that smoke

T'Ana: no way. she's angry all the time and she's part cat. she would kick my ass dude. and probably make out with Shaxs on top of my unconscious body, eww

Hugh Culber: absolutely fucking not. that guy was dead for half a season and spent the entire time working out like he was in prison. then he came back to life to punch his murderer. I'm not messing with him

Phlox: Phlox seems like a pushover. Do we ever see him do anything physical? I guess he could sic his pet bat on me or something.

The Doctor: he's just a hologram so it wouldn't be very satisfying. you can't even punch him. yet I still kinda wanna slap his bald head for acting like an incel

Julian Bashir: easy W. genetically engineered reflexes or not that twink is softer than a marshmallow in a microwave. the danger comes from the deadly assassin and powerful Irishman protecting him

Beverly Crusher: Blazin Bev has hidden depths, she would probably kick your ass and tap dance on it. I personally would be too busy simping to fight her anyway

Kathryn Pulaski: yeah you could beat Pulaski, if only in the name of standing up for Data, but why would you want to

Leonard McCoy: listen. McCoy had a scalpel held to his throat and his response was pointing out his jugular so he'd die faster. I don't think it's possible to defeat him in a way that matters

as for the other shows, Picard didn't really have a doctor character besides Jurati, but she wasn't a medical doctor. She also killed a dude and turned into a Borg Queen so, y'know. Probably a bad idea to start shit with her. I don't think the Prodigy gang really had a doctor either unless you count Zero? I feel like I could just knock them over pretty easily but if they takes off that containment suit it's game over. I really wanna beat up the Dauntless's shitty Tellarite doctor though.

[polina-me]

Minishot for DonPete!

It's an ordinary evening at the House of Mouse.

The whole team was standing at the reception desk, on their long-awaited half-hour break. Well... More precisely, almost the whole team.

— Hey, what's the big idea?! — A familiar sullen and irritated quacking voice rang out.

Tired, Mickey perked up almost instantly and hurried to his friend.

— Donald, I'm so happy to see you! — Mouse reached out his arms to Donald to hug him, but stopped. Slowly, his eyes widened in shock.

Donald looked at his friends irritably with his hands on his hips, like an angry mom. But it wasn't his friend's angry expression that confused Mickey, not even his grove shirt, but... Hair?

— I hope you didn't call me back from vacation because you missed me. — Donald grumbled and walked closer to the group, crossing his arms over his chest. Noticing the strange looks of his friends, he lifted one, puzzled and indignant. — What?

— Squeak! — Mickey shuddered and swallowed quickly, coming to his senses. — Oh, nothing, it's just... — He started gesticulating strangely, trying to find the words so as not to offend Donald.

— Do you have hair? — ... But Goofy beat him to it..

Donald's eyes widened at the question, but then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Of course I am! — He growled irritably, looking sternly at Goofy. — Did you think I was bald?

— Yes, actually! — Goofy nodded confidently while Daisy facepalmed.

Minnie took a deep breath to stifle her laughter and put her hand on the shoulder of the boiling duck.

— Calm down, Donny, Goofy just isn't used to what you have... Hairstyle. — She smiled reassuringly and a little awkwardly. — We all, actually...

Donald slowly calmed down from his girl friend's touch and her words and nodded.

— That's so..

— By the way, what's the point? — Daisy suddenly asked. She leaned forward, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, one eyebrow raised in interest. — I mean, it's just impossible to grow hair that long in three days.

— Oh, yeah. — Donald nodded, twirling a lock of his curly and blond hair around his finger. — I asked Gyro to buy me shampoo, and he inadvertently gave me his invention, a shampoo for growing hair. And in the end, it worked.

All the friends nodded, accepting the explanation, knowing all too well that it was true.

— Can I touch your hair? They look so soft! — Minnie asked.

— Why, of course. — Donald shrugged his shoulders and almost immediately the mouse grabbed the duck's hair.. In a good way, she started feeling and stroking them.

Daisy rested her chin on her palm, watching the tenderness of her friend and ex and chuckled.

— You know.. I thought your hair would be straight, not curly. — She got a puzzled look from Donald with her comment.

Donald snorted and rolled his eyes at Daisy's comment and slapped Mickey's hand, forbidding him to touch his hair.

— You've seen my mom, Daisy, on the contrary, you should expect my hair to be curly. — He crossed his arms over his chest, looking critically at his ex.

Their bickering would have continued, but they were interrupted by new acquaintances..

— Well, well, well!~ — With a whist and a teasing greeting, none other than everyone's favorite (gay) Mortimer entered the club's doors! — I received a message about my dear friends' little problems and couldn't help but come.. And see! — he burst into laughter, which sounded comical because of his sibilance.

Pete came in behind him and grinned dirty, looking at the five friends. However, his smile faded when he noticed Donald. His ears drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the duck, absorbing every detail without taking their eyes off for a second.

His target shifted uncomfortably and turned around, looking at the cat with a puzzled expression.

— What? — Don grunted rudely, feeling himself... a little embarrassed under Pete's gaze.

— You pretty. — Pete said bluntly, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off the duck, unconsciously attracting the attention of the others.

Donald was startled to hear these words. His eyes widened in surprise as a bright blush began to fill his cheeks.

— You... — Duck swallowed and looked down at the floor, tugging at the end of a lock of his hair. — Really think so?..

Pete nodded confidently. All this time, he did not take his eyes off the former sailor, practically devouring him with his eyes.

— Yeah.. Yes. — He nodded several times, confirming his words. — You like... The most beautiful mermaid what can be live...

Donald's eyes widened again upon hearing these words. He raised his head to meet Pete's gaze.

— Yeah? — He asked uncertainly, feeling his face start to burn brighter. After receiving another nod, Duck smiled gently and giggled. — Why, thank you... — He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, keeping eye contact with the big cat. — It's... The nicest thing so... You ever told me...

Donald coughed into his fist and still looked away.

— So... Anyway.. — He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Pete again, who continued to stare at the duck as if he was something beautiful — Thank you. I'm serious.

A slow smile began to grow on Pete's lips. Uncharacteristic of him.. gentle. As well as the soft look in his eyes.

— I just told the truth, don't take it too personally. — he shrugged casually, grinning with amusement. — Just warn me next time, or the shock will make me too cute. I need to keep my reputation. — A hoarse laugh came from the cat's throat as he pointed a finger pistol at Don.

The duck himself giggled and rolled his eyes. His usual cocky and confident expression appeared on his face. However, he didn't have time to reply..

— No! — Mickey's loud and hysterical scream rang out abruptly. Mouse quickly grabbed Donald and dragged him into the depths of the club at arm's length. — Nah-ah!

Pete remained standing while his mind slowly caught up with the unexpected scenario twist.

The remaining friends were also perplexed, but they quickly followed the suddenly flashing mouse anyway, leaving Mortimer and Pete alone with each other.

— Well.. — Mortimer mumbled, giving up trying to understand his opponent's sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Pete, raising one eyebrow. — I didn't know that you and Donald could not try to break each other up for more than... five minutes.

Pete chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

— Well, you know what they say? My best friend is my sworn enemy. — he took a step back, ceasing to be a support for the rat, which caused it to fall to the floor with a squeak.

[the-hufflepuffle]

Things my brother and I have said as God of War pt. 2

🪓

Freyr: I want nothing to do with your cat

Freya: sure, I get it. You don't like cats I won't inflict mine on you

*2 days later*

Freyr: bring me my nephew, my little boy, let me see him.

🪓

Magni: *slaps Thruds back between shoulder baldes*

Thrud: YOU FUCKER YOU BRA'D ME!!

Magni: shit! I'm sorry!

Thrud: AAAAAAA

🪓

Magni, looking at a plane: wow that's a big one.

Modi: that's what she said

Magni: Modi...

Modi: it was right there!

Magni: and it was hilarious but seriously?

🪓

Balder: wanna play machete on my backyard?

Thor: fuck yes I do

🪓

Freya: watch this *eats fir needle*

Freyr: what is wrong with you?!

Freya: it's good. Tastes like straight up vitamin C.

Freyr: but why??

Freya: why not?

🪓

Texting

Tyr: I'm making soup

Heimdal:

Tyr: do you want some?

Heimdal:

Tyr: hello?

Heimdal:

Tyr: soup?

Heimdal:

Tyr: are you alive??

Heimdal: I hate soup

Tyr: I don't understand

🪓

*listening to live and let die by the wings, specifically the Shrek 3 one*

Freyr: play this at my funeral

Freya: what?

Freyr: it'll be funny

Freya: you know what fuck it sure. I will play Shrek 3's Live and Let Die by The Wings at your funeral

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

I want to really start writing love thy enemy chapter 2 but I don't know how to start it. The main point of chapter is done.

I guess I have to make this a drabble. I want to write how Reader Chan met Lyle Wainfleet.

It doesn't add up to the story. I don't want this scene to go to waste. Here you go.

You were admiring the cute little feline animal the Colonel caught for you when he was on tour in the jungle. After you began to date him. He made not only your life but your friend's lives good.

Like today, he and his elite team protected the some scientist while they collected whatever they wanted from the Pandora jungle. Risking their lives for a group of people they hate.

The Marine soldiers were curious why their leader was nice to those science pukes. Of course they couldn't ask their superior.

The Colonel was annoyed that you begged him not to make the relationship public. He felt offended. Were embarrassed to be with him? You told him how you wanted him to speak to your dad first and wait a few weeks. You never loved a man before. Minus the jerk who wanted to marry you back on Earth just for your pretty face. He broke your heart.

So, of course you have trust issues. The Colonel video chatted your dad. Your dad was actually upset. The Colonel was perhaps only ten years younger than him. Might as well be his younger brother and your uncle!

Your dad knew you liked older men. But not this old! But, your father remembered how like your mother. You and her were subjugated all their lives. A pretty doll. That's it. The young generations didn't value love and went for lust only. So, he reluctantly gave his blessings to the Colonel.

The Colonel didn't like your dad. Quaritch felt offended when he saw the rich man look at him with distaste. He didn't need to rub in his age.

Whatever. Your father was a handsome lad, Quaritch admitted. But, Quaritch also pitied the older man. He looked tired from all his philanthropy shit and childish optimism goals. Your father will kill himself from exhaustion.

Now, Quaritch would sneak around the base. Fucking the shit out of you whenever he had the chance no matter how busy you were with your work. He wanted to touch you in public like holding your hand and show affections and yes that included kissing.

From the what the Colonel told you, the feline cat already lost his mom. And you believed his men were not the reason for the mothers death.

So, you were playing with it while waiting for Max to record some video logs Jake was producing.

"Hey." A male voice boomed.

You looked up to see a shaved head Marine with muscles and tattoos. Is he a friend of Jake?

"Mind if I touch your pussy?" He grinned.

Everyone around the room became quiet. Your mouth dropped in shock. You never been insulted so bluntly and in public before. Not even on Earth!

The jerk snickered at your expression. "I meant your cat." He pointed at the now hissing feline.

You glared and stood up. He blinked and wondered what will you do. You slapped him! His face was moved to the side.

"Get away from her!" Jake yelled while he rolled his wheelchair over to you.

The bald guy turned his face back at you and held his hands up in mocking surrender. He told Jake that the Colonel wanted to speak with him.

They both left the lab and all your friends huddled over to comfort you. You were shaking and still scared that you were sexually harassed in broad daylight.

The Colonel spoke to Jake and then noticed something was off. Lyle and Jake never got along but the tension was worse. Whatever. He got enough problems on his plate.

The Colonel was upset that you were not in his office. It was his lunch break. He told you to meet him there.

He got annoyed when you didn't text back and he had enough. He rudely barged in the science wing of the other pukes. He ignored the stares when the other scientists noticed his presence in their lab bedrooms.

He kicked your door open.

He found you in your bed with that short and fat scientist Max and another female Medic rubbing your shoulder. You looked up with your teary eyes to see your secret lover.

The Colonel ordered your friends to leave.

"The Fuck were you?" His eyes softened when he saw your dead expression. Your boyfriend sat next to you in your bed.

You blurted what happened.

"What did the soldier look like?"

Quaritch was angry when you described him as his Marine.

You shrugged. "I don't know. He said you sent him to pick up Sully for a report."

In cold fury, Quaritch clenched his jaw. "Lyle." He hissed.

The Colonel grabbed your chin and made you look at him. "I am going to make us public. I don't know why you want to keep this a secret. You're not safe unless people know you belong to me."

Your eyes widened. It's too soon. You didn't tell your friends yet.

"But ..."

The Colonel's look made you shut up.

He told you how you are to go his room immediately. You better be there when he comes back. He will send female staff soldiers to bring your belongings to his quarters. Or should you say your quarters.

While you were waiting for your boyfriend at his room. The Colonel was looking for Lyle. He went to the gym. The bunks and then the pilot garage.

There stood Wainfleet and other soldiers.

When they saw the Colonel walk they saluted him with respect. The Colonel wordlessly punched Lyle in the abs which caused him to clutch his stomach from pain.

The others stared in shock.

"Stay away from my girl." Quaritch snarled as he looked down at Wainfleet's pathetic form on the ground.

Lyle looked up in confusion.

Quaritch explained. "Name belongs to me. If I catch you disrespecting her again you will be resigned from your corporal status."

He looked at the others. "That goes for the rest of you."

"Yes, Sir!" They said in unison.

You were sitting on the king sized bed of your new room. You watched buff female staff bring in your belongings and your cat was sleeping on your lap.

The Colonel came in and visibly relaxed after seeing you obey him. He didn't wait for the staff to leave. He sat next to you and kissed you. "I am sorry I couldn't protect you. But, it's your fault in a way. If everyone knew about us. They wouldn't hurt you."

You laid your head on his shoulder blade. "I'm sorry for being foolish."

He wrapped his arm around you. He knew the female staff would gossip. Good. Everyone must know who you belonged to.

He was still on his lunch break...

The Colonel smirked. He ordered the staff to leave and stripped you and noticed the cat staring at him as he nailed into you.

This was why the Colonel preferred dogs.

[take-a-cchonce]

Get Out of My Kitchen - Part 1/2

Dom!Louis x Sub!Harry

(T) (1.1k)

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

OR

The one where Harry has had it with his husband interrupting him, but he isn't having any of his cheek.

Tags: Established relationship, canon, Louis overreacting, Dom!Louis X Sub!Harry (mildly at the end), tw swearing, tw sexual implications, harry’s bald ig?

“Could you please not?” Harry huffed out as Louis bumped against him for the third time in the last five minutes, leaning up to get a mug from the cupboard for the shorter man, handing it to him with a grimace. “ ‘S my last cuppa,” Louis said solemnly, widening his eyes at the younger man, well aware he would be back in a few minutes. 

“It was supposed to be the last cookie. And the last spoonful of dough. And-”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties all in a twist, lad,” Louis chuckled, shooting Harry a shit-eating grin as he purposely bumped into him on his way out, ducking out of the doorway with a yelp when Harry reached out with flour covered hands. “The game’s back on. And- there’s smoke coming from the oven,” He pointed out, sticking his head back in, laughing under his breath as Harry rushed over and brought out a large pan of slightly too-brown cake. 

“Oh that looks great, if a little burnt. Don’t mind if I do,” Louis chuckled, walking back in and riffling through the drawers for a fork. “I very much do mind, Lewis.” Harry narrowed his eyes at the older man, slapping his hand away when he reached for the cake, “It’s for dessert this evening. Now, go,” He said through gritted teeth, bodily pushing his husband out of the room, ignoring his pleas and protests.

Harry sighed as he laid the cake on the cooling rack, making a note to shave off the browned exterior. He loved having the rest of the boys over, loved cooking for them, and loved Louis even more, but his husband was a handful sometimes, he thought, chuckling internally. He cracked the window open, letting some of the smoke out as he got working on the petit fours, putting some strawberries in a bowl full of cold water as he whipped up some cream, humming a little tune to himself. 

Barely ten minutes had passed and Louis had already made two more trips into the kitchen, one to fill up his mug again and another to put a bag of popcorn into the microwave. He hadn’t exactly said anything to Harry, but Harry knew exactly what he was up to and made sure to squint at him in the most intimidating way he could (which wasn’t too intimidating, apparently, considering how the older man always burst into laughter at his expression).

He was grating up some parmesan onto the lasagna he had already layered with ricotta and mozzarella, thoughts lingering jokingly on how much easier his life would be, not if Louis could actually come and help (he was a hopeless romantic, but not that hopeful) but if he didn’t have to practically fend Louis off like- like he used to fend off Dusty when he would pile food into her dish. He giggled to himself at the absurd image of Louis as a cat that popped up in his mind, quickly glancing at the clock. They still had a while before the boys would come, and knowing them, they wouldn’t exactly be on the minute. 

Harry was wrapping up the parmesan and placing it in the fridge but he turned and saw Louis standing by the tray, shreds of cheese stuck to his fingers as he quickly hid them, looking like a child caught stealing cookies and for one moment Harry had the irrational urge to burst into laughter- but that quickly dissipated when Louis pinched some more cheese up, holding his gaze insolently as he put it in his mouth. 

“Get out of my kitchen,”

Harry quickly stalked over, poking his finger into Louis’ ribs. “Lou, you’re- I’m trying to cook over here. Out of my kitchen. I mean it. Out. Take the whole bloody block of it if you must but don’t-” 

“Your kitchen, huh? Say that again,” Louis challenged, tilting his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Get. Out. Of. My-”

Harry stopped midway, words disappearing from his mind as Louis came up to him, locking both his wrists in a single fluid motion, gripping them tightly on either side as he locked him against his own body. The expression on Louis’ face could only be described as hungry, and Harry shivered slightly, the cold edge of the counter digging into his waist where his shirt had ridden up.

Louis tutted, dramatically raising an eyebrow, “You’re asking me to get out? In that tone? ‘S not a very nice thing to say. I’m just here trying to show how much I appreciate your cooking and you’re being… so rude,” Louis sighed deeply and despite his nonchalant tone, Harry almost felt the atmosphere in the room shift and it sent a bolt of arousal through him. 

Harry was in half a mind to be mouthy, break out of his grip and talk back to him, it wouldn’t have been an effort at all; but one look at Louis’ face, pupils already blown wide, swallowing the blue around them, jaw set as he pouted slightly had him reconsider, slipping easily into their roles. “I- I was just- wanted to cook well and yo-” 

“Y’know, we have about an hour.” Louis interrupted, the soft smile on his face completely at odds with his tone, leaning in until his lips were close enough to Harry’s ear for him to feel his warm breath, causing goosebumps to run down his side. “I don’t want excuses, love. You were using your mouth too much…” he tutted, lifting Harry’s chin with his finger to catch his gaze.

Harry had unknowingly trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and Louis gently pushed at it with his thumb, still intently staring at the younger man. “Would’ve liked to just bend you over right here, use that fucking spoon on you- show you what you get for talking back,” he whispered, tongue darting out to wet his lips and Harry’s gaze caught on them, feeling blood rush south, knees weak as he already regretted not thinking before he spoke, feeling a tingle of excitement despite the apprehension swirling in his gut.

“Eyes up here.” Louis said shortly, “Bedroom, now. You have exactly five minutes, y’know what to do,” He brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, the unsaid ‘or else’ hanging heavy in the air, smirking as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry struggling to catch his breath as he rushed off, all thoughts of cooking out the window.

Part 2 here

Or

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[soliro-moonlight]

Woke and chose violence today so have an unnecessary list of how long it took me to make the transparents based on what ibisPaintX.

Yes, I do these by hand. Is there a better way to do it? Yes, but do I hate myself? ...well my arm seems to think so. Anyway, here's the shit post:

1. Shinigami in Yuma's art (0:13)

Tried to boom kill me since I yeeted her from Yuma's art so I gave her a transparent. Easy to do since she is basically a blob, but she's cute.

2. Seth sitting (0:21)

Couldn't stop cackling when doing this. This man had a chair in the main game but in the art book he looks like he is going to drop the most mid rap album. Immediately faceplanted when I was finished.

3. Desuhiko sitting (0:22)

His wavy hair was annoying but it was in big chunks so it was easy to manage. Overall his design is so cute especially with those big shoes but I did slap him when I was finished.

4. Vivia sitting (0:30)

His hair was more annoying than Desuhiko's given they are smaller, but I got through it. Belts were cool to transparent. Fell asleep two seconds into the process.

5. Yakou sitting (0:30)

The chair was easier than I thought to transparent but points docked for Yakou's hair being so curly and thin. Love the man but I have half a mind making him bald.

6. Guillaume sitting (0:36)

Her chunky hair. It's so nice and big enough where it's not annoying but there is so much of it. Def took time but the rest was fine.

7. Original Yakou art (0:48)

First attempt at making a transparent so not too bad of time, but at the same time I just did just one of the Yakou. Couldn't do the jacket version cuz his hair was going to kill me. Didn't help the scans colors were off so his hair def got chopped in the process.

8. Original Vivia art (0:51)

Second transparent I made and it went moderately better given I also did his jacket. Like with Yakou I probably chopped some of his hair off and those strings, but he didn't care.

9. Yuma art (0:55)

Over the best of the character sheets to transparent so far. No little fly away hair, no wavy curls, and no strings. Worst part was probably the ahoge, but it was nothing compared to the other hair I had to deal with. I love him so much, I'm gonna transparent him more.

10. Halara art (1:32)

Bribed them with cats to get them to work with me, but it was a smooth process. The worst part was they were so pale and their hair was so white it was hard to distinguish them from the background. Almost chopped their hand off in the process.

11. Seth art (1:40)

Nothing really notable other than his poncho is really nice to transparent. It's big and his bunny ears are so cute. Also I almost chopped off his neck cuz his uniform is so white and it was hard to distinguish it from the background.

12. Makoto art (2:10)

I swear Makoto heard how fun I was making the transparent for Yuma cuz his string thin hair was a pain to deal with. It was made worse compared to all of the others having white backgrounds, his is tan, making it hard to distinguish which was hair or not. The fact it didn't take it longer cuz I threw out one of his back art cuz it was the same.

13. Guillaume art (2:57)

The chunks. The chunks of her hair. It's so cute, but it's hard to erase around. I created a whole new system to get through her specifically. Although it was worth it cuz Guillaume gave me a horoscope reading. She told me to give up, fun.

Bonus: Yomi transparent I forgot to post (3:06)

Honest to God it was just a blur to me, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't hell. Took longer cuz I measured his waist and he was fighting with me the whole time. But dw, I got the results. Yomi's waist is 13 cm.