#but god it really fucking sucks right now

[tojipie]

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you’re 5 minutes into your first round and to be quite honest, you’ve never been more sure that fushiguro toji and his god given ability to dirty talk is something you’ll take to your grave.

you’d been with other guys before, ones with a nasty habit of running their mouths during sex. ones that’d grab you by the neck and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how tight you were, how they couldn’t wait to fuck you again.

toji is entirely different. nothing, and i truly mean nothing, compares to that old man when it comes to mouthing off in the bedroom. he’s formulating sentences you never thought possible, spewing stuff that would have you clutching your pearls and running for the hills any other given day.

you’re holding onto your composure by your teeth hearing him say the things he does, thighs and arms burning as you rock back and forth on his dick.

“take what you need pretty. uh huh, keep fucking me,” he chuckles, winding a fist into your hair to pull you back onto his cock when he notices you trying to crawl away.

you honestly don’t think you can take it anymore. if the way your guts were currently being pummeled into oblivion wasn’t enough, the way he’s talking to you right now has you in crisis.

it’s all too good, suspiciously good, and embarrassingly enough, you think you might be nearing your edge only 7 minutes after making it to his bed. your arms fail you as you try to crawl up the bed and away from the too-good feeling currently frying every wire in your brain.

“awww, you runnin’ from me?,” he laughs, letting your hair go to cage you in from behind, two solid arms settling on either side of your head.

your words escape you each time you muster up a response, eyes rolling back and he takes over again, shoving you face down and absolutely destroying that special spot tucked away inside of you. toji’s like a furnace, cooking you alive with the heat the radiates add his abs and chest.

“told ya you couldn’t handle it,” he teases, watching you writhe under him. “not with this dick.”

you feel something wet—a tongue you realize— traveling up the base of your spine and tapering off at your neck before solid teeth clamp down on the skin there.

okay, wow. fuck. you realize he’d lapped up the moisture settling in the dip of your back, licking the sweat from your skin like an animal.

“gonna let me taste every part of you? hmm?” he says in that too sweet voice you only hear when he’s teasing. he lets go of your neck with a pop to admire the bruise his bite leaves in its wake, sucking another one right under it for good measure.

you fall over the edge with no warning, so overwhelmed with pleasure that your mind and body continue to work separately.

the sound toji makes is beautiful. low, long, and guttural. radiating from the deepest part of his chest like a fan, and for a minute, you think he might be feeling the same overwhelming pleasure you are.

“ughh-hah don’t move, don’t move,” he whispers over and over, massaging the fat of your ass while your body flutters around him. you feel something viscous leak out of you, dripping down the seam of your heat and onto the sheets.

“when the fuck did you have time to cum?,” you finally muster. you don’t think you’d be able to move if your life depended on it, limbs sinking into the mattress like tubes of jelly. you really can’t move once you feel 200 pounds of laughing muscle settle on top of you, keeping you grounded like a paperweight on a measly little envelope.

“what, y’ quitting on all of this?” he laughs, gesturing up and down himself so you know just how irresistible he thinks he is. the worst part is that he’s right, just based off of how hard he’d rocked your world in the last 10 or so minutes.

you feel invigorated by some stroke of a miracle, pressing back on his still-leaking dick as a silent invitation.

“what, more? y’need more of me you little minx?” he laughs, grrriiiinding his tip right up against that fleeting spot you would have never been able to get to on your own.

and just like that he’s back to fucking you, pulling you into him like a toy at that same perfect pace.

“bite me hard if y’ want me to stop, you hear me?” he commands, shoving your face back into the pillows once he sees you nod.

[saintzweig]

bestfriend!tashi showing art and patrick how to properly eat someone eat ... by doing it on you :3 the four of you drunk off some beers you snuck into the boys' hotel room in the middle of the us open. tashi sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of the two beds pushed against each other. you're right next to her, laying your head on her thigh while playing with her hand that rested on your stomach. art and patrick across from you in just their pajamas and badly covered boners.

somehow, the conversation had moved from your college plans to how well you are in bed. patrick claims he's a sex god while art is more humble, and as far as you know, you and tashi pretty much had similar experiences which is pretty much just casual make out sessions (with others and each other) and mediocre sex with some boys you met at the tennis academy.

"i don't think i've ever orgasmed from head before" you absentmindedly confessed, watching at how the boys' eyes pretty much bulge out in surprise while tashi only hums, softly caressing the exposed skin of your torso.

"you mean like, were they bad or no one did it ... properly?" art formed his question carefully, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

you pursed your lips in thought, "i don't know, i guess like ... it felt weird, like they were all up in there. i don't think they knew what they were doing"

patrick took a sip from his drink, "aren't we supposed to be all up in there? i thought it was like, don't be afraid to be messy and shit like that"

"well yeah, i guess" you reply with a shrug, "it would be okay if it felt good but it didn't, so..."

tashi moves her hand from your stomach up to your hair, raking her fingers through. "have you ever made a girl orgasm like that?" her question directed to patrick. you and art turn towards his direction in anticipation.

"i'm sure i have"

"ah" tashi smirks, "so it's not definite"

patrick scoffs, rolling his eyes "have you?"

"yeah" your head snaps upwards to meet her gaze as she looks down on you, the two boys across sporting a surprised look on their faces.

"you have?" you asked, tashi wasn't exactly the straightest person you know but you never knew that she had actually done it with another girl, was it someone else on the tennis team? a classmate?

"so how do you do it then?" art innocently asks, leaning closer. tashi only shrugs, her fingers still moving gently through your hair. "just .. feel and observe, i guess. there's no techniques or anything, it feels different to everyone so you just have to figure out what makes them feel good."

"you sound like you've done it quite a lot" your voice was soft, a slightly puzzled expression on your face and tashi wasn't sure if it was jealousy, disbelief or amazement. she nods, "a few times, yeah"

patrick sits up properly, now on his knees and leaning over with his palms on the floor. "but how do you, you know– move your tongue?"

"that's really up to you, and it really isn't just about licking– you can suck" the curly haired girl shrugs nonchalantly.

"suck?" the two boys repeated in unison, making tashi sigh. "it would be easier if i can show you"

and before you knew it, their gazes land on you. the four of you have done ... some things but never one that crossed a certain line, but that doesn't mean it never crossed your mind. it did, multiple times and now you're here.

the next thing you know, you're laying on the bed. propped up on your elbows as you watch tashi take her place between your legs. your heart racing against your chest as you feel her fingers ghost over your thighs, slowly pushing them apart. "this okay?" and you only nod, not trusting your voice at that moment.

the two boys knelt beside the bed, undoubtedly palming themselves at the sight. "just get on with it, damn" patrick calls out, earning a glare from tashi and a nudge from art, "shut the fuck up dude" the blonde mutters with his gaze still fixed on you.

you lift your hips up as tashi begins to tug your shorts down, revealing your lace panties. her breath hitches at the sign, purple lace panties with a wet patch. "were you waiting for this?" she laughs, you tell her it's laundry day.

she places a hand right next to your head, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck, your jaw and working her way up to your lips. there was almost a sigh of relief from you, which was quickly interrupted by a gasp as she pressed her fingers against your clothed cunt. "tash" you moan against her lips, "please."

and without wasting anymore time, your panties were thrown on the floor (which patrick quickly pocketed) and her mouth was on you. moist, warm, and incredibly skilled. tashi definitely knew what she was doing, sucking on your clit and occasionally tugging on it with her teeth, fucking your pussy with her tongue and then with her fingers. you were writhing on art's sheet uncontrollably– tugging on tashi's hair and attempting to pull her closer.

you weren't the only one that was noisy, patrick and art were furiously pumping each other off. the brunette placing his hand behind art's neck to pull him in, their teeth clashing slightly as they met in the middle. tongues furiously working against each other.

it was definitely embarrassing how quickly you felt the climax building up in the pit of your stomach, but who can blame you? this right in front of you was godly, tashi is a god. coming in to save you after everyone else has failed.

"a���ah" you cry out, hips bucking up in pleasure. "so close– fuck, tashi– i'm g'na cum" and she only moaned against you, you felt the vibration against your pussy, sending chills down your spine.

you were nearly blacking out, eyes rolled to the back of your head and you swear you were seeing stars.

and as soon as those words left your mouth, you squirted. for the first time ever. and it was right on your best friend's face. you whine as you ride it out, the two boys groaning at the sight as their members fall limp against their cum covered thighs.

it's safe to say that that event remained a topic for a long time (courtesy of patrick, "hey remember when we made you squirt for the first time?" followed by a slap on the head from tashi). and it definitely wasn't the last time.

[prettyfilmz]

THROB • JIMMY USO

author's note: hi my loves!! honestly have nothing to say other than this was a random idea that was born out of how fine jimmy looked here I hope y'all enjoy it😭

synopsis: in which you've been ovulating and taking your frustrations out on jimmy because you're too stubborn to ask him for what you need. lucky for you, jimmy knows just what to do to get you to act right.

tags: 18+(MDNI), jimmy uso x fem reader, established relationship, arguments, bratty behavior, teasing, breast sucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), big jim™ , overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, squirting, creampie, slight humiliation, degradation, jimmy is a lil mean in this, dacryphilia, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, doggy style, mating press, small aftercare at the end.

word count: 3.2k words

You were pacing back and forth in the living room, arms crossed, your brow furrowed so tightly it could’ve scared the undertaker away.  Every little thing Jimmy did irritated you, though you knew deep down it wasn’t his fault. He sat there on the couch, broad shoulders relaxed, his tattoos flexing subtly as he scrolled through his phone. His usual goofy grin wasn’t there, though. He was watching you, trying to hold back his amusement.

“Why you stompin’ ‘round here like a lil’ ass gremlin, huh?” Jimmy’s deep voice cut through your mumbling, making you whip your head toward him.

“I ain’t stompin’, Jimmy! Maybe if you’d do somethin’ helpful for once like puttin’ your damn shoes away from in front of the door instead of sittin’ there, I wouldn’t be irritated!” You snapped, your tone sharp.

Jimmy slowly raised an eyebrow, setting his phone down. That cheeky grin started creeping back onto his face, and it only made you more annoyed. “Girl, ain’t no way you talkin’ to me like that. You been barkin’ at me all week, and I let it slide ‘cause I know what timing you’re on. But you really gon’ sit here and act like I don’t know why you mad?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms tighter.  “I ain’t mad, Jimmy.”

“Oh, so you just bein’ a brat for fun?  I’m supposed to believe that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk widening as he caught the way your thighs clenched together at the shift in his tone.

Your body betrayed you. It always did when he was around, especially now.  The heat between your legs was unbearable, and your nipples were pebbled, brushing against the soft fabric of your tank top in a way that had you biting back whimpers. Normally, you’d have your vibrator for relief when he was on the road, but he’d been home all week. Which fucked up your usual routine you had going and now you're too stubborn to ask him.

Jimmy tilted his head, his dark eyes dragging over your body like he already knew what you were hiding.  “Yeah, see, I know exactly what’s goin’ on with you, baby girl. You think you tough huh? You don’t even need to tell me nothin’.  I can see it in the way you walkin’ ‘round here all moody.”

“Jimmy, shut up,” you shot back, though your voice cracked slightly.  He noticed.

“Nah, I’m gon’ keep talkin’.  Matter fact, come here,” he said, his voice taking on that commanding edge that made your knees weak.

You hesitated, shooting him a glare.  “Why?”

“‘Cause I said so, that’s why. Don’t make me come over there and get you.” He leaned back, spreading his legs in that laid-back, cocky way that showed off the sheer size of him. His gray sweats left nothing to the imagination, and the way his dick pressed against the fabric had your mouth watering despite your irritation.

With a heavy sigh, you walked over, but your attitude wasn’t going anywhere.  “What, Jim?  You gon’ keep talkin’ shit?”

He chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and tugging you between his legs.  “Girl, you just mad ‘cause you’re neglecting what you need. But you too damn stubborn to ask for it, huh?” He let his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them as he pulled you closer.

“Jimmy, I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping lower.  His thumbs pressed into the softness of your hips, holding you in place.  “You ain’t gon’ do shit, baby. Stop frontin’.”

The heat in his gaze melted your resolve, but you couldn’t let him win that easily.  “You just know everything, huh?”

He smiled, leaning forward to press his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear.  “I know you ovulatin’,” he murmured. “And I know you ain’t been able to take care of yourself like you usually do. You need daddy to take care of you, hm?”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to step back, but his grip tightened.  “Jimmy, stop playin’—”

“Who said I’m playin’?” He tilted his head up to look at you, his expression softening just enough to make your heart flutter.  “Why you bein’ difficult, huh? This what you wanted, ain’t it?”

You tried to keep up your defiance, but when his lips trailed down your neck, you couldn’t hold back the shiver that coursed through you.  “Jimmy…”

“There she is,” he teased, pulling back to look you in the eyes.  “Now, you gon’ ask me nice, or you gon’ keep actin’ like a spoiled lil’ brat?”

Your pride wrestled with your desire, but the way his hands roamed your body and his voice dripped with authority had you caving.  “Please,” you whispered, barely audible.

He cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.  “Please what, baby? Let daddy hear you.”

“Please, daddy,” you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation.

A satisfying grin spread across his face as he leaned back, patting his thigh. “There we go.  Now, sit that pretty ass down.  You got some apologizin’ to do.”

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his hands immediately found their way under your tank top.  His palms were warm against your bare skin, sliding up to cup your breasts.  You gasped when his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn, these are real sensitive, huh?” he said, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud, and your hips bucked against him involuntarily.

“Shit!” you cried out, clutching his shoulders as your body betrayed every ounce of control you thought you had left.

“Shh, baby, let me take care of you,” he murmured, switching to the other nipple.  His teeth grazed it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You whimpered, grinding against him as the pressure built inside you.  “Daddy, please, I need…”

“I know what you need, baby girl.  But you gon’ learn not to keep this shit from me.” His hands slid down to your ass, giving it a firm slap that made you yelp.  “Next time, you gon’ tell daddy what you need, understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips softly before flipping you over onto the couch.  “Now, lay back and let daddy handle the rest.”

Jimmy hovered over you now, his larger frame trapping you beneath him on the couch.  His hands gripped your thighs possessively, thumbs brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers straight to your core. You stared up at him, panting, your chest heaving as his dark eyes raked over you. That playful grin he usually wore was gone, replaced by something darker, more intense. He licked his lips like a predator sizing up its prey, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath him.

“Mm-mm,” he growled, pressing his hands down harder to still your movements. “Ain’t no runnin’, baby. You wanted this, didn’t you?  All week, you been actin’ up snappin’, throwin’ them lil’ ass tantrums, tryna to act like you don’t need me. But I know you,” His voice almost in a mocking tone.  “Your body been screamin’ for me since I came back, mama.”

You whimpered, your pride dissolving under the weight of his words.  “I—Jimmy, please…”

“Please what?” His hands slipped beneath your shorts, gripping the soft flesh of your ass. “What you need from daddy?”

The way he said it so smooth, teasing, but dripping with authority had your resolve crumbling completely. “I need you to fuck me,” you breathed, barely audible.

He smirked, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?  But you still owe me an apology, baby.  You gon’ tell daddy you sorry for bein’ a brat?”

Your cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you whispered.

“Mean it,” he says, his tone sharp enough to make you obedient. His hands tightened on your thighs, reminding you exactly who was in control here.  “I know you can do better than that.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered out, your voice trembling with need.

Jimmy grinned, clearly satisfied. “Good girl.  Now let’s see if you can keep that same energy when I’m done with you.”

Before you could respond, he tugged your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, leaving you completely exposed.  His eyes locked onto the slickness between your thighs, and he let out a low whistle.  “Damn, look at you. I didn’t even touch you yet and you already wet as hell.”

You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he wouldn’t let you.  “Jimmy, don’t tease me…”

“Who you think you talkin’ to?” he shot back sharply, grabbing your knees and spreading them wider.  “You don’t call the shots here, baby girl. Now stay still.”

His hands gripped your thighs as he lowered his head in between your legs. The first swipe of his tongue against your clit had you crying out, your hips jerking off the couch.  Jimmy chuckled, pinning you down with ease.  “I said be still, didn’t I?  You gon’ listen, or you want me to tie you down?”

“D-daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue working you over with precision.  The combination of his lips, tongue, and the slight scrape of his teeth had your body trembling uncontrollably.

You tried to squirm away when the pleasure became too much, but Jimmy wasn’t having it.  He slid two fingers inside you without warning, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars.  “Stop fuckin’ runnin’,” he growled, his voice muffled against your pussy.  “This what you wanted, huh? So take it.”

You sobbed his name, your nails digging into the couch as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.  He didn’t let up, his pace relentless as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his mouth never leaving your clit. “Oh my God, Jimmy, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you gon’ cum for daddy?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming as he looked up at you. “Do it, baby.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, and you came hard, your back arching off the couch as your orgasm tore through you.  You screamed his name, your thighs shaking as he kept working you through it, refusing to let up.  “That’s my girl,” he murmured, licking his lips as he finally pulled back. “You look so pretty when you cum, baby.”

You barely had a chance to catch your breath before he was pulling his sweats down, freeing himself.  It was as thick and heavy as ever, and the sight of it made your mouth water.  He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You ready for this, baby? You gon’ be good for me?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your voice shaky. “I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, positioning himself at your entrance. He slid the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you until you were whining in frustration. “Damn, you so wet, baby.  You gon’ take all of me, huh?”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you plead. “Please put it in..”

Jimmy finally pushed inside, and the stretch had you gasping, your nails clawing at his arms.  “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “You so fuckin’ tight, baby. Been missin’ me, huh?”

You could barely form words, the fullness of him stealing your breath.  “Fuck… yes daddy,” you managed to choke out, your legs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt.

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling back and slamming into you again.  “This my pussy, baby. Don’t forget that.”

He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to make the couch creak beneath you. Each thrust sent delicious shockwaves through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You were already on the verge of another orgasm, your body still sensitive from your previous release.

“Why you runnin’, baby?” he teased, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.  “This what you been actin’ out for, huh?  So take it.”

“I’m tryin’ daddy!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your second orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and you felt yourself gush around him, soaking his thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his pace faltering for a moment. “You squirtin’ for me now? you so fuckin’ nasty, that’s my good girl.”

But he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked you harder, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up so he could take you from behind.  The new angle had you screaming into the disarrayed couch cushions, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“You gon’ tell daddy you sorry again?” he growled, spanking your ass hard enough to leave a sting.  “Say it.”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” you cried out, your voice muffled. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Yeah, you gon’ be good now, huh?” He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you mercilessly.  “You ain’t got no choice, baby. Daddy gon’ fuck all that attitude outta you.”

Jimmy didn’t let up for a second. His grip on your hair kept you pinned in place as his cock slammed into you relentlessly, the sound of your ragged cries filling the room. You could feel the heat of his body pressing down on yours, his weight anchoring you as if there was no escape—not that you wanted there to be anyway.

“Look at you,” he growled, leaning over until his lips brushed against your ear. His breath was hot and heavy, dripping with amusement.  “All that attitude, all that shit talkin’, and now you cryin’ for daddy, huh? You so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. All obedient for me.”

You whimpered, barely able to form words as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.  Your body was overstimulated, every nerve on fire, and the wetness between your thighs only made it worse. “D-daddy, it’s too much,” you choked out, trembling beneath him.

“Too much?” he repeated mockingly, pulling your head back further until you were arching against him.  “Nah, baby, you can take it.”

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that made your back bow, another broken sob spilling from your lips. Tears were streaking your cheeks as he fucked you harder, his pace unrelenting.  The sting of another spank sent a jolt through you, the sharp pain only intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.

“Tell me what you is,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.  “Go on, baby.  Say it.”

“I’m—I’m your slut, daddy,” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans.

“Damn right you are,” he snarled, slamming into you so hard the couch creaked beneath you.  “And don’t you forget it. This is my pussy.  Say it.”

“It’s yours, daddy..fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you felt another orgasm building, threatening to drown you.

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out suddenly and flipping you onto your back before you could even catch your breath.  He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he lined himself up again. “And I’m gon’ remind you every fuckin’ time you forget.”

The first thrust in this position had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your nails clawing at his arms as his cock hit a deeper angle. His weight pressed down on you, forcing your thighs against your chest as he pounded into you like he had something to prove.  You could feel the muscles in his arms flexing beneath your hands, his strength keeping you pinned in place as he wrecked you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel that?” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal.  “Feel how deep I am?  I’m right where I’m supposed to be, fillin’ that pussy up. And you gon’ take all of me like a good girl, huh?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his biceps as the pressure built inside you.  “Please don’t stop—please…”

He smirked, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.  The heat of his tongue against your sensitive skin sent you spiraling, your back arching as you came again, harder this time. Your body convulsed beneath him, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his voice laced with pride as he watched you fall apart beneath him.  “That’s my girl.  You so good for me, baby.  So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

 Even as your body trembled and tears streaked your cheeks, he kept going, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls with every brutal thrust.  “You said you wanted it, baby,” he teased, his tone both mean and sweet. “You been talkin’ shit all week so don’t tap out now.”

“Daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a choked sob as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped against yours with a punishing rhythm, the pleasure teetering dangerously close to pain.

“You cryin’, baby?” he taunted, leaning down to kiss the tears off your cheeks.  “Aw, don’t tell me it’s too much now.”

“I can’t—Jimmy, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, his voice firm but laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache.  “You gon’ take it, baby. You was made for this dick, and I’mma remind you every fuckin’ time.”

He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.  The added stimulation sent you spiraling, another orgasm tearing through you before you could stop it.  You whimpered his name, your body trembling violently as your walls clenched around him.

“Shit,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your orgasm milked him.  “You tryna make me cum, baby?  You want daddy to give you a baby, huh?  Want me to fill this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you whined, your voice trembling with desperation.  “Please cum in me, daddy.”

That was all it took. With a low growl, Jimmy slammed into you one last time, his cock twitching as he came deep inside you. The warmth of his release filled you, and you moaned at the sensation, your body shuddering beneath him. He didn’t pull out right away, instead grinding into you slowly, making sure you felt every last drop.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “You did so good for me. Took it all like a damn champ.”

You whimpered softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks.  “Thank you, daddy,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips softly.  “Ain’t no need to thank me, baby.  You earned that.”

Jimmy finally pulled out, and you winced at the emptiness.  He watched as his cum dripped out of you, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.  “Damn, look at that.  You so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

Your face heated up, turning your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.  “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his voice softer but no less commanding.  “You did good, baby. Real good.  Daddy’s so proud of you.”

A small smile crept onto your lips despite the exhaustion weighing you down. “I love you, Jimmy.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” he said, kissing your forehead.  “Now let’s get you cleaned up.  You gon’ need your strength for round two.”

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[tusk-rumours]

walking funny ‧͙⁺* — sam winchester x reader

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word count: 4.1k

summary: sam helps you when you're a little incapacitated after last night.

warnings: nsfw, 18+!! a shortish bit of smut (p in v, overstimulation, bondage, tears), mentions of oral (fem!receiving). the whole thing is a mention of sex basically. but mainly aftercare & fluff.

idk what to label this bc it is gn but there's a very brief bit of the reader being referred to as a lady/woman. so it's just x reader

a/n: i hope this is accurate because. can't say i've had this happen to me. ahaha. yeah. enjoy! this was also not meant to be this long lmao

acknowledgement to my saint @mxilkyways for the assistance. love u sexy, thanks for discussing sex positions with me lmao

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It was safe to say that Sam had fucked you silly last night. Over, and over, and over again. He's had this effect on you numerous times now, after you get rough with each other for hours. Or when only he'd get rough and dominate you, tying you up and pushing you through the mattress like he did last night. But the feeling of embarrassment of being incapacitated from how hard Sam fucked you never eased.

You lay on your back, waking up way earlier than you intended. 7:32AM. Of course. You turn your head to look at Sam right next to you. He's sleeping peacefully, his face completely relaxed, his hair a little messy against his forehead and the pillow. You'd lift your hands and fix it up if you didn't want to risk waking him. He's such a light sleeper. He's on his side and pressed so close to you that his warm breath ruffles your hair a little, and you wonder how you're gonna successfully untangle yourself from his heavy limbs that are slung over you so firmly.

You manage the task with only a couple hums and unconscious movements from Sam, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, holding back a hiss at the pain. You stood up on shaky legs, almost doubling over if not for the wall right by the bed.

God. He really did a number on you.

It started to hit you full force as you stood, putting your weight on your jelly legs. Your legs and back ached, continuous dull pains throbbing underneath your skin. The worst of it was the uncomfortable pain between your legs, the pain there spiking with every time you agitated the area with a hobble towards the bathroom. You felt borderline bruised. Hell, you were.

You let out a sigh of relief once you make it to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and sinking to the floor, back against the door. You closed your eyes for a moment, before finally getting a good look at yourself.

Sam left harsh red marks from where he gripped you, from the plush of your thighs to your wrists. What he did to you last night was painted all over you, the meaning behind his art so clear it took no intellect to decipher it.

A crowd of hickeys covered your ribs, the softness of your stomach, down to the bones of your hips. Sam had an obsession with taking his time paying attention to every inch of your skin from your forehead downwards when he ate you out, drawing out the process as long as possible.

He mottled the soft and sensitive skin of your inner thighs with dark hickeys too, each mark a reminder of how you writhed and whined more with each nip and suck, of how the arousal you felt that was so close to his mouth getting more unbearable until he did it. Pressing his sweet lips and tongue against you so perfectly in all the ways he knew had you squirming, both of you just so unbelievably wet with your arousal.

You brush your fingertips over them now, your breath hitching a little at the sight. When you fumble for the hand mirror on the counter by the sink you're not prepared for the state of your chest and neck. They're so dark, and there's so many, and there's no fucking way you can cover these up.

"Fuck.." You whisper, wincing as you prod at the marks with your hand.

You didn't even want to attempt any whisk or concealer remedies, because nothing could quick-fix this kind of damage. You huffed, tipping your head back on the door. You would've gotten up if your legs felt capable, but of course, they didn't. So you sat, the bathroom air cold against your bare body. As much as you would've loved it, you knew you couldn't just flop onto the bathroom tile, and wait for Sam to try and open the door, only to be stopped by your body sprawled out like a doorstop.

It takes you an honestly embarrassingly long time to stand. You've gotten back up on your feet quicker on a hunt than this. You decide to blame it on the sleepiness, because yeah, that's exactly what it is.

When you step back into the bedroom, you let out a little disbelieving huff, pausing in the doorway for a moment. Sam hasn't moved.

Jesus, how the hell is he sleeping so well?

He always gets the best sleep after sex, no matter what kind it is. But you? You love when it's rough, truly. But you never get much sleep afterwards. At least when he fucks you gentle you're in for the best sleep of your life after.

Grumbling under your breath, you hobble to the dresser, pains shooting through you. You had a long day ahead of you, you knew that. You manage to dress yourself in one of Sam's flannels and some loose shorts, only almost tripping over once. You consider getting back in bed with Sam, who's still fast asleep (the lucky bastard), with his hands clutching your pillow. But the uncomfortable grumble of your stomach says otherwise. You know you'll start feeling sick soon if you don't eat.

Praying no one else is up yet, you creep out of the bedroom, shutting the door silently on your sleeping Sam. You knew you wouldn't be able to get by without at least someone noticing your discomfort, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. You were cringing at just the thought of Dean's reaction to what his brother did to you. You really didn't need him seeing that. So far the coast was clear as you moved through the halls. Even alone, it felt ridiculous to hobble. So you tried walking normally.

You just hoped your funny normal walk didn’t look as stupid as it felt.

You walked (or limped) into the kitchen, trying your hardest to walk normally, which probably made you look even more ridiculous. No one was here, thank god.

You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal, waddling like an idiot to the table, sitting down gingerly, a hiss slipping between your teeth as you do so. You focus on your breakfast, grimacing a little.

Why the hell did you make this? You've been getting so sick of cereal recently. The flakes are already soggy now as you move them around the bowl with the spoon. You groan, grimacing more once you take a spoonful. Eventually you just abandon it, half-eaten, sliding it away from you.

This wooden chair is doing absolutely no favours for your aching body, the splats on the backrest digging into your spine, the seat offering no support to your sore ass. You shift your legs uncomfortably, hissing a little at the intolerable pain between them, before you practically jump into the air in your seat when you suddenly see Sams massive body in your peripheral.

He stands in the doorway, his boxers he must've just slipped on sitting on his hips, his hair messy, smiling at your jump, and fuck, he always looks so good like this.

"There you are. You weren't in bed this morning." He says, far too cheerfully for your liking as you watch him come over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then squishing it up to his.

"Cereal. Why'd you make that? You've been complaining about the sogginess for like a week now." He says softly, his eyes on the bowl sitting in the middle of the table.

You don't even have an answer to that, just pouting a little.

"I'll make you an actually decent breakfast in a bit, hm? How's that sound?"

"Good" You murmur, a little smile on your lips now.

After a moment of his comfortable embrace, he pulls away, taking you in. He can see the marks on your skin you couldn't hide, the slouchiness in your posture and the tiredness in your eyes.

In this moment, you hated him. You looked a mess. You were bruised and hobbling, set to be uncomfortable for the next couple days. But Sam, he looked fine. Not a single hickey or red mark on his skin. He could do a whole dance routine for you with how able his body is if he wasn't so terrible at it.

And worst of all, he liked it. That smirk of his told you that. And you wanted to slap it right off his pretty face.

But you knew you'd just look like an idiot trying to fight him in your state. So, you go for the next best thing. His comfort. You stand on shaky legs, using the arms of the chair to help you, then immediately turn into his chest. A small coo escapes Sam's lips as one of his hands moves to your hair, scratching your head slowly.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks gently. He knows full well what's wrong with you. He knows, but you're still embarrassed to say it. You're always embarrassed to say it.

"I'm just a little— sore, from last night.." You mumble, dipping your head down, your eyes now very interested in the patterns of the tile floor.

"Oh, baby.." He responds, moving closer, his massive hands coming up to rest on your shoulders for a moment, before one catches your chin, lifting your head.

"Honey, why didn't you say? I always wanna know when I've hurt my baby." He says gently, his eyes as soft as his voice.

"It's a little embarrassing waddling around like a damn penguin because you fucked me good. And a little pathetic."

"Honey," He cracks a smile now with a soft chuckle, shaking his head fondly.

“You don’t—… look like a penguin.” He says, trying his hardest to suppress the quirks at the corners of his lips, however, the mirth in his eyes gives away his amusement anyway.

“Well I look like an old woman then.”

“Baby, you don’t—" He shuts up and purses his lips when he sees your face, stubborn as ever.

"Fine. You're an old lady penguin. Is there anything I can do for this geriatric penguin to ease the pain? You know I'm all for animal welfare."

You scoff, looking at his amused grin in disbelief, the lines in your forehead deep with your scowl.

"You're ridiculous."

"You're the one claiming to be a penguin. Now, tell me. What can I do?" He says, dipping his head a little to look into your eyes as he steps closer, taking your hand gently in his.

You soften, your face relaxing as you lean into him a bit. You think for a moment as you study your intertwined hands, rolling your wrists around a little.

You've always loved his massages.

"A massage? And not having to move would be nice."

He smiles, squeezing your hand gently.

"You got it."

You turn around, heading for your bedroom, before realising you're about to show Sam how stupidly you've been walking, no matter how much you try to hide it.

Like he's read your mind, you hear his laughter from behind you. Then he's scooping you up into his arms bridal style, holding you to his chest firmly. Despite the embarrassment of him having to carry you and the grumble that leaves your lips, you settle snugly into him, feeling his smile on your forehead.

Instead of your bedroom, he kicks open the bathroom door just a little down the hall from it, making sure you don't hit the wall or the door as he steps in. He kicks the door shut, surveying for a place to put you down, before he just sets you back on your feet.

His hands grab the hem of your shirt, his brows raised in question. Once you nod he pulls it off you, his eyes widening.

"Fuck." He says simply, his eyes glued to the barrage of hickeys and marks all over you.

"Yeah." You reply knowingly, watching his expression.

"Shit baby, I know I was rough as hell but jesus, this is worse than I thought it'd be." He sounds genuinely apologetic as his fingertips brush along your skin.

"Yeah. I don't know if you fucked me or beat me up last night." You tease, starting to get a bit of your confidence in the situation back. This happens every time. You cant quite wrap your head around why you always get so shy in the beginning.

He laughs, his cheeks burning a bit, his thumbs rubbing your waist, along the red marks there.

"I think I know exactly what I did to you. And it definitely wasn't beating you up, baby." His mouth harbors a smirk, but his voice is as soft as ever. His fingertips are gentle as they brush against your hips, like a reminder that those hands of his would never lay harm on you, no matter how much they have done.

Because you didn't bother with a bra that morning, his hands slide down from your waist to your hips where the band of your shorts are, hooking his thumbs in and pulling them down gently. You step out of them once they're at your ankles, and when you look up at Sam you almost bust out laughing at his expression.

His eyes are close to bulging out of his head as they focus on your thighs, his mouth open dumbly. Yeah, he's marked you up plenty of times before, but its not often it's this much.

"Sam?" A blink.

"Sam!" You try again, a little firmer.

This time he blinks away his stare, moving to your face again.

"I— i'm sorry baby, I just— god"

"You did spend a lot of time down there."

That gets him smirking.

"I did." He rests a hand on your hip again, watching his thumb as he thinks.

"God, you must be so sore," He breathes, his brows furrowed.

You say nothing in response, because you can't really tell him 'no, not really' because in all honesty, you're really fucking sore. And you're not about to lie to him.

You're both quiet for a moment before he pulls away a little sullenly. He turns the tap for the bath on, waiting for it to get warm then puts the plug in. You watch his back, a frown pulling at your lips. You don't want him to be upset about last night and feel guilty for how it went. You don't regret a thing, and you don't want him to either.

"Sam," You murmur, coming up close behind him, rising on your toes, and resting your chin on his shoulder. He clears his throat a little, turning his head to face you slightly.

"Stop thinking," Is all you murmur, kissing his cheek softly. He sighs at the soft touch of your lips. "And don't you dare feel guilty. You've got a serious talent with your mouth, baby." You tease, trying to get him to smile. He does, a blush creeping up on his cheeks, making your smile wider.

"Okay." He whispers, turning to face you.

"I'll put that lavender stuff you like in there, yeah?" He asks, his thumbs brushing your waist. He's got that puppy dog look on his face as he dips his head to look at you better, and the way he's so soft has you responding with just a tiny nod.

You watch while he puts in all your favourite oils and soaps, the room smelling sweet and lovely, suds foaming up the water. He even lights a few of the candles you put beside the tub when you guys settled in, wanting to make this as relaxing for you as possible. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him, doing all this for you. It's all so goddamn sweet.

As the tub fills, you turn off the main light, casting the room in a warm glow from the candles. Even just the dimness of the room has you more relaxed already.

In small steps that don't agitate your body, you walk back over to where Sam's bent over the bath, testing the water. He'll put the temperature scorching hot just how you like it, even if he has to bite his lip to contain hisses. He'd prefer it warm, not like he's submerging himself in a vat of hot oil. But, if it's how you like it, then that's how it'll be.

He turns back to face you, hooking his thumbs into your panties with raised eyebrows. You nod, and he pulls them down, letting you hold onto his shoulder as you step out of them. The loss of the last piece of fabric reveals a few more love bites, completing the path they all led to your core.

"Are you coming in with me?" You murmur, your chin dipped low as you watch him move your clothes to the hamper.

He turns his head to you briefly with a quick smile. "'course," He's already hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers.

He hesitates before pulling them down, his gaze softer when he looks at you again. "Do you want me to?" He's worried he's gotten ahead of himself.

"Of course I do," You reply earnestly. It's so Sam to ask that when you've been together for years.

He smiles, the tension in his body relaxing as his hands move back to his boxers. Although you're very familiar with watching him strip, the softness in your demeanour doesn't change. In other words, you were all fucked out. For a good while.

He hesitates again, his boxers still on, God, was he trying to tease you? It's not like you were needy or anything, no, but you always want to see him.

"Alright, sweetheart, c'mere. Let's get you in." With one hand encompassing yours and the other steady on your waist, he keeps you balanced as you step in.

"Careful, baby," He murmurs as he helps you lower down into the hot water, internally scared out of his mind that you're gonna slip. Only once you're entirely settled does he finally pull off his boxers, stepping into the bath behind you. He settles his legs out so you're sitting between them, and lets out a sigh when he tugs you to his chest.

The water settles, reducing to soft noises as his fingers gently move up and down your forearm. He lets his eyes fall shut as he murmurs gently, his chin moving against your shoulder.

"You should've just stayed in bed, baby. Or if you wanted to get up you should've woken me."

You sigh. You knew something along these lines was coming.

"You barely sleep enough as it is. If I can get you to get at least five minutes more I will."

"Still. You know i'm here to help you. Whenever."

Silence falls between you, and you feel the tension in your muscles start to ease as you melt back against Sam's chest.

“Feel nice, baby? Water's good?"

You respond with a little hum, whispering; "Water's perfect,” with a teasing curl to your lips, digging at him just a little for his temperature preference.

He smiles back with an amused huff, burying his face into your shoulder blade as he starts pressing kisses to it, along each bruise, bite mark and hickey. He goes all the way up your neck, behind your ear. Your breathy sigh and the fluttering of your eyelashes don't go unnoticed by him.

He turns you gently in his arms so he has better access to your chest, pressing more gentle kisses to each mark on your neck and chest, his fingers tracing little hearts on the bruises he can't reach with his lips, like the ones on your stomach and hips.

His hands slide down to your thighs, rubbing along them, to the underside, and you can't help but think about the way that he—

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—hooks his hands underneath your knees, hoisting your legs up so your calves rest on either one of his shoulders. You're both so hot, your bodies slick with sweat from so much exertion, and you were already tired enough from riding him for so long, but neither of you are done yet. He decided to grant you some mercy once you were slowing down, bouncing you himself 'till you both came, then letting you onto your back again.

His presence is heavy and lustful over you, his fingers pushing back the hair that sticks to your forehead as his hand dips down to angle his hardened cock. Both of you and the sheets are a mess of each other, your thighs and outside of your pussy slick from his saliva and when he came there.

"Sammy, I don't—" You whine, your hands squirming against the belt where they're tied in against the bedpost, wanting to grasp onto any part of him you can reach.

"Shh, c'mon, baby, I know. Just one more, yeah? I know you've got it." He coos, coaxing you over with a little tease of his tip to your clit, triggering your eyes to roll back.

"Sammy, I wanna— hold you, please," You beg, desperate whines leaving your lips.

"Oh, baby," He says condescendingly, a devilish smirk playing on his reddened lips.

"I think your hands are just fine there. Look good wrapped around my belt, yeah? Or would you prefer it between your teeth?"

His thumb comes up to your bottom lip as he speaks, pushing against your parted lips teasingly. He swipes a bit of spit there down your chin, and with a grin, he pushes his cock into your already abused hole, yet still giving you that delicious stretch nonetheless.

He wastes no time in setting a bruising pace, a hand sliding up your arm and gripping the skin underneath the belt harshly as he thrusts in and out of you.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes from how relentless he's being, tucking your head to the side into your arm as the hot tears slide down your burning red cheeks. You sob, and Sam moves his other hand that dug into your knee to grip the side of your head.

"Aw, honey, can't take my cock anymore huh? Maybe I just gotta lower your dose," He teases. He knows if he was seriously hurting you or making you uncomfortable you'd tell him to stop, you both communicate and trust each other enough to know that.

His teasing words only make you moan even more, shaking your head rapidly.

"No, no! Sammy please—"

"My baby's so desperate, huh? I'll give you more, baby, c'mon,"

And then he's sliding his arm under your hips, lifting them at an angle and pounding into you deeper and so hard you cry harder, a mess of tears and sobs until you're shaking, your pussy fluttering hard as you feel him cu—

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"So, what're we thinking for breakfast? Chocolate chip pancakes?" You're quickly snapped out of your daze, your eyes blinking wider, uncrossing your legs that somehow moved during your daydream.

It takes you a minute to think about what he said. Chocolate chip pancakes. Right. He knows you love those. Especially the way he makes them. He puts so many choc chips in there, there's more chocolate than pancake.

"Did those special psychic powers of yours include reading minds?"

He laughs, his palm rubbing up and down your arm.

"No, I don't even have those anymore, silly. I just know how to read you, baby." He smiles, nuzzling his nose against your temple.

"I know," You smile, relishing in his touch.

He then sets on the task of scrubbing you down, rubbing into your muscles with your favourite soaps. His big hands are perfect, digging into all the right spots. But eventually, after sitting against each other in the tub for so long, the water begins to grow cold, and goosebumps begin to rise upon your flesh. Of course, Sam feels it too, and shifts slightly behind you.

"Alright, we should get out," He rubs up and down your arms a few more times as you nod.

He gets out of the bath first, standing up behind you. He stifles a laugh when the water drips off his body and falls onto yours, watching your shoulders hunch and a grumbly noise leave your lips.

"Sorry, baby" He smirks through his apology, his fingers lightly brushing your head as he steps out onto the bath mat.

He turns around, extending his hands to help you. Your limbs definitely aren't as stiff, but they're still wobbly when you move them after sitting for so long. You rise on shaky legs, putting your weight into Sam's hands as he leans close, making sure you don't fall.

Once you get your bearings, standing in the tub, he looks at you with a little smirk, and you know he's gonna say something stupid.

"Is it awful to tell you that you look like a newborn deer?"

You scowl.

"I'm never letting you fuck me again."

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taglist <3: @lanadelreyscokewhor3 ⋆ @mxilkyways

[kxtsukixoxo]

hey so this is my first time requesting and idrk how to word this lolz 😓💔.

OKAY SO I HAVE AN IDEA OF PRO HERO!BAKUGO SMUT AT A GALA??!?!? like maybe a lil makeout before the event which leads to bathroom sex later on (^-^)

I REALLY DONT KNOW??!?! YOU COULD DO ANY CHARACTER YOU WANT OBVI (* >ω<) HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON !!!

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HI LOVELY! i hope you like it! :3

needy

۶•ৎ katsuki x fem!reader

۶•ৎ tw!public sex, nsfw, minors dni!

۶•ৎ stealing glances of each other, after your heated makeout session in the car, your husbands not sure if he can wait til you two get home.

“do we really have to attend this useless gala?”

“don’t be stupid kats! ofc we do!” you playfully hit his chest, your husband and you sat in the back of the limo as you two drove to the huge gathering. pro heroes need a break every now and then right? katsuki definitely disagreed, hence the reason his agency reached out to you, his wife, to convince him to socialise among these other heroes.

Katsuki whined like a small child, crossing his arms as he sulked “don’t be a big baby!” the hotheaded blonde continued to pout. sighing at his stubbornness, an idea popped into your head. cupping your husbands cheek, you pulled him in for a kiss. it definitely took him by surprise, but he adjusted quickly. the slit in your dress making it easy for you to move, you were now straddling katsuki as he held each side of your waist, kneading the soft skin like dough. his teeth nipping at your lower lip, the lewd sounds and pants drowned into the music emitted from the radio. just as his hands were about to move down and cup your ass-

the car came to a halt, “we’re here!” your driver exhaled “dammit” Katsuki was pissed. beyond pissed. you giggled as you noticed the obvious tent in his pants “good luck soldier” you pressed a kiss against his cheek as he helped you out of the car. reporters complimenting, as to what a gentleman he is, being able to tell how much he loves his wife just by the way he looks at her. you two made your way into the huge hall, greeting your friends, you were glued to Katsukis side as he spoke to all of your old friends from UA, his grip on your waist was hard and firm. Katsuki leaned into your side, and whispered into your ear “i hope you know im hard as a damn rock right now, and that dress isn’t helping at all” you giggled and hit him in the arm

the night went on, playful glances from each other as you two mingled among the other pro’s. Uraraka and you were deep into a conversation and just as you were about to answer her, you heard your phone ring.

dismissing yourself from your friend group you made your way towards the bathroom, “kats i cannot believe-“ cut off by his lips smashing into yours, katsukis hands cupped your cheeks as your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you towards the bathroom sink. “i can’t wait any longer, i need to feel you now” he muttered inbetween pants, your arms draped over his shoulders pulling him in closer as he kissed you again while he unbuckled his slacks.

“turn around for me baby” you flipped over as he pulled your dress just over your ass, landing a smack on your ass, causing you to whimper “quiet down doll, we don’t want the rest of them listening to me fuck you hm?” katsuki pushed your panties to the side, pressing his cock against your entrance. “please kats-“

“mmm what’s that?”

“need you so bad-”

“atta girl”

he slowly sunk into you, watching your eyes roll back, admiring your panting figure in the mirror. katsuki grabbed your hair with one hand, yanking it while the other held your waist. “god, (y/n) you’re fuckin’ sucking me in” your soft whimpers and katsukis pants and groans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. “m’ gonna cum!” katsukis thrusts grew wilder and wilder, rushing you to your high. “fuuuuuck that’s what i’m talkin’ about” he watched your cum drip down his cock, finally pulling out, turning you over and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“we should start attending more functions” a grin plastered across his face. “what, just so you can fuck me in the bathroom?” he chuckled and held you closer. “you know me so well baby” you rolled your eyes, “there’s a reason why i’m your wife y’know” you muttered.

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“where were you two!” kaminari called out as you two approached the huge group. “katsuki had a bit of a problem” you replied, scoffing at your statement, katsuki pulled you closer, leaning into you.

“we should definitely do that again”

[theannoyingurge]

On the topic of Durge / Ketheric / Durgetash and how it potentially echoes the lore of the Dead Three...

Back in the mortal adventuring days of the Dark Three, it was originally just two power hungry humans with a common enemy who'd gained respect for one another's capacity for ruthless violence and paired up - not so different from Durge and Gortash.

The duo was comprised of Bane of the Ancients (a former battle slave to a primordial evil from Abeir) and Arabhal (a chief assassin and spymaster from ancient Netheril).

Long before Myrkul joined the party, Bane and Bhaal adventured together seeking power for themselves, plotting to slay Bane's former master and take divinity from Jergal (Bhaal's patron deity). Sort of like how Durge and Gortash were allies before Ketheric joined the cabal. I can see Durgetash plotting to ascend together.

See where I'm going with this?

Anyway, Jergal thought they were neat. He encouraged their antics by blessing them with terrible nightmares and leading them to powerful weapons - most notably, leading them to Myrkul (a crowned price and powerful necromancer). It was Myrkul who finally managed to gain the three access to Jergal's domain, and Jergal really wanted to retire.

I suspect Bane and Bhaal remembered how critical Myrkul had been to their initial ascension, and that was why Ketheric Thorm was eventually looped into their new alliance.

Despite Bhaal and Bane's long history together, something funny happened following their ascension. Suddenly Myrkul and Bhaal have way more in common. Their portfolios make them natural allies. In the Avatars novels, Myrkul actually grieves the death of Bhaal, noting that one could hardly exist without the other, and states that 'amongst all the gods, they were perhaps the closest'.

Which means... Bane isn't Bhaal's favorite anymore. In fact, Bhaal can seriously fuck him up. While Myrkul truly appreciates the lord of death and murder for feeding his kingdom, Bane has as much to fear from Bhaal as to gain from him. (technically Bhaal claims he could starve Myrkul's kingdom, but since he really enjoys killing and hates the living world, Myrkul's kingdom is probably like a vacation home he'd prefer not to burn down.)

What we see after a thousand years or so of this is Bane antagonizing Bhaal every chance he gets, and profiting off every one of his failures. Bhaal picks a fight with the Moonshaes and gets exiled from Toril? Bane sees free real estate and conquers the wreckage. Assassins fail to kill the mortal Midnight (Mystra) and retrieve the tablet of fate during the ToT? Sacrifice them all in a massive death ritual to fuel Bane's new avatar! Bhaal is dead and his remaining loyalists team up with Bane's kid to bully Cyric, who usurped them both? Return in a pillar of fire and annex them into the church of Bane! Sucks to suck, your worshippers are mine now. Again.

I can see a BG3 prologue where Gortash and Durge are super best friends right up until Ketheric Thorm joins the party. I won't get into all the reasons why Ketheric's and Durge's personal issues make them ripe for toxic bonding, but suffice to say that Gortash soon gets jealous of the undead immortal stealing his Bhaalspawn's attention and (whether unwittingly or out of spite) leads Durge down the path to ruin (shooting himself in the foot in the process).

Meanwhile, Bhaal (who has been raging at Bane for stealing his stuff for the last century or two) is now raging at Bane and Myrkul for fighting over that stuff until it physically and mentally snaps and becomes a hero.

Now it's ruined and I have to settle for Orin. Fuck you both.

[in-cis-and-het-collector]

This doesn't even feel like a cishet AU anymore it's just the douchebag timeline

kinda? unsure about this one, so sorry in advance. putting it under spoiler because

ICAH as far as I can tell has always been based around "what if the complex and fleshed out characters of ISAT were replaced with stereotypes?" with everyone getting turned into cishet stereotypes version of themselves except for Bonnie, who was left off to the side because they're Bonnie.

Then the Bonnie versions were released, and shortly after it became "Bonnie ISAT is stuck in ICAH" with Loop having been killed off screen for being too gay. This turned the stereotypes into more of an invasion of the bodysnatchers thing, and painted their reductive goofy existence with the curse of existing as creatures.

Most peoples instinctive reaction to this was "oh dear god I'm going to puke bleargh" which. y'know. fair. But some people started making art n short blurbs in universe, and it became "crabbed-up evil wishcraft has destroyed the world, leaving Bonnie and Loop(?) to try and fix it".

Around this point Siffrins general need for a mask and self loathing started to get mixed into Cisfrins caricature, making it more toxic and bringing a new layer to the general "man would this be fucked up or what?" or it all. So now we have a family who wants to "fix" Bonnie if they find out, wishcraft enforced hetero normative values, and a few different versions out there.

At some point Isabeau became a gymbro, Odile turned into a "loving wife" who would post minion memes, Mirabelle is some flavor of christian priest and probably has been her whole life, and Siffrin is somewhere around frat bro and redneck (i think? unsure) so they all suck in their own special way with Bonnie who needs to try and fix this, Loop who needs to keep Bonnie safe, the ISAT crew watching in despair (with loop remembrance?) and the King is having an aneurysm about being right, which gives him and Bonnie their own special version of the "remember a country that no longer exists that you both want to save but cant" thing that Siffrin usually has.

We're now generally dealing with the question of "what if they are all eggs too afraid of rejection to hatch and they need to all admit their insecurities for ????? to happen" and few other things going on. I really like this bit because you can work in stuff like the ISAT party trying to help, or alternate familyquests, or the Cisabeau x Cisfrin angle, or both Mirabelle and Miracis learning to adapt their view of their religion to accept themselves. very fun, very neat.

They have kinda been douchebags for most of it, so I don't understand that bit and for that I'm sorry, but the fact they suck is part of the fun!

sorry about the ramble, have a good one!

[ilovemyladboyz]

Pervy Thief (MDNI)

Perv!Sylus (LaD) x Reader

Summary: Sylus waits until he knows you’re gone before looking inside the dryer, coincidentally.. a pair of red lace panties sit in the back.. how could he resist?

Warnings - Throat fucking, p mentions, panties

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Sylus was furious.. why couldn’t you get you out of his stupid head? why was he all the sudden feeling so needy? He never had the need to masturbate- at least this much.. until he met you. He feels like each time he sees you he has to hold back or his pants will reveal him. Why was his dick always hard when he thought about you? why could he only cum to the thought of you now? god- were you getting on his nerves..

Sylus had been walking past the laundry room when he spotted you, putting your dry clothes in the dryer. He watched your curvy body stand with your basket in hand- “Hey Sylus, washer and dryer are open if you need them.” you say as you walk past him.. Sylus waits until he knows you’re gone before looking inside the dryer, coincidentally.. a pair of red lace panties sit in the back.. how could he resist? The panties that have the privilege of hugging your fat ass all day? ofcourse he swiped them and stuffed them in his pocket.. can you blame him?

Later that night, he waits until he knows everyone will be asleep before pulling out your panties and brining them to his nose, and breathing in deeply. He feels his cock harden and the restriction of his pants, “gods.. Name- the way you make me feel..” he mutters and unbuttons his slacks and unzips them with one hand while keeping the lace against his nose. Sylus tugs his slacks and boxers down- letting his length spring free. He sighs out and brings the panties to his hard dick. Should i really be doing this.? he thinks, “god- it’s too late now..” he mutters and wraps his hand and the lace around his cock. Sylus groans softly and strokes himself a couple times before leaning back and fucking his fist- forgetting to be quiet. “Fff-ffuck name.. you’re gorgeous, darling..” he groans and doesn’t hear the door creaking open.

You couldn’t fall asleep due to something feeling off.. and you hear Sylus groaning and him talking through the wall.. who the hell is he talking to..? you think as you get out of bed, you trail to his room and the door is a bit open.. you peek in and see his head thrown back- “Fff-ffuck name.. you’re gorgeous, darling..” You open the door more and see his cock out and your missing panties wrapped around it. Your eyes widen “Sylus.?” your voice is hoarse. Sylus freezes- then his head snaps to yours.. making eye contact with you, although.. he doesn’t seem ashamed. Sylus smirks “How long have you been spying, kitten?” He lets his hand drop from his hard member. “wh-what?!- you’re- you’re worried about me ‘spying’?! you have my panties!” You don’t feel mad.. in fact- you feel turned on.. this- hot… man stole your panties and you caught him jerking off with them.. you feel your core heat up- god do you want him right now.

You huff and have a faux mad look and storm up to him- and crawl onto the bed.. “keep going..” you whisper- “what?” Sylus asks smirking. You roll your eyes softly- “you heard me- or do you my help?” His smirk widens.. “well i wouldn’t mind help.. show me what you can do.. darling..” You bring your hand and wrap it around his hard length.. you hand doesn’t close around his girth. You swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth as you move your hand up and down slowly.. “like this.?” you whisper as you look up at sylus.. who is staring at your hand wrapped around his dick. Sylus nods lightly “don’t be shy.. move your hand..” he mutters and you oblige.. you move your hand up and down his slick length, he head falling back and groaning. You lower your head and lick his tip.. sucking him partly into your mouth- “god- oh my.. Name..” You suck him farther into your mouth and your eyes flutter shut as you feel his rough hand on the back of your head- his hips stuttering up. Sylus has to resist fucking your throat but when you pull away with a pop- “do what you want with me Sylus…” his breath hitches and when you sink back down on his length- his self control snaps.. his hands fly to the back of your head- at first it’s gentle and slow.. then he’s chasing his high- he’s fucking your throat at a fast pace. “Fuck- fuck- fuuuckk..” his hips stutter then slam and stop at the back of your throat- his release shooting back. You pull away panting- a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his softening dick. “who knew you would be good at that, kitten..” he smirks “and who knew a perv like you would steal my panties..” you mutter and snatch your red lace panties.

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© ilovemyladboyz. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission.

[pinkcelestialstar]

⋆˚࿔ From seduction to submission 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Again, I gave birth to this story during one of my daydreaming sessions...

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Warnings: smut with no plot. Name-calling. Reader seducing Bada. 69. Pussy slapping.

Top! Bada × Bottom! Reader

"You were flirting!!" You accuse her. "No, I was not! She's just a new student and I was teaching her-" she tries to explain, "She was clearly hitting on you." You both were currently in your shared apartment quarreling over some girl you thought Bada was flirting with.

She runs her fingers through her hair, frustrated, "I told you, she's just a student! Why are you so jealous for no reason?" Her voice raises slightly. "What am I supposed to do? Kick her out of class cause you're insecure?"

You just roll your eyes.

Seeing your eyes roll, she gets even more agitated. "You know what? Fine! You wanna be like this? Act all mysterious and jealous without any actual reason? She pauses dramatically "Maybe I should spend more time with her then!" She crosses her arms "Maybe I should-"

You tackle her on the couch. "Don't you dare, Bada fucking Lee"

Surprised, she tries to push you off but ends up getting pinned down on the couch "Hey! Let me go!" She squirms under you "This isn't funny anymore, stop it!" She looks up at you with a pouty face.

You lean down and bite her cheek, making a mark.

She winces and her eyes widen, "heyyyy!!! What was that forrrr???"

You lick the bite on her cheek as if to soothe it.

She closes her eyes and sighs, feeling a warmth spread across her cheek from your tongue "Damn it, why do you always have to mark me?" She opens her eyes and looks at you, her expression softening slightly.

"Gotta show everyone what's mine" you start sucking hickeys on her neck

She blushed deeply, trying to push you away as you both still had the argument pending; she couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading through her chest. "Stop it, we're in the middle of an argument!" Whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

"mmm hmm, yes, we are. and you're losing" you remove the top buttons of your top showing your cleavage.

She looks down at your chest, her eyes widening as her eyes were fixed on your cleavage as if she was being hypnotized, "Shut up...you're just trying to distract me..." Trails off, her gaze stuck on your cleavage as she bites her lip, "But it's working..."

"Good girl," you say as you lean down and suck more little marks on her neck, jaw, and face.

She tilts her head back, surrendering to your kisses as a shaky laugh escapes her lips. "God, you're such a brat..." she mumbles softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of your top. "Using your damn cleavage to win an argument..."

"I use it because I know how freaky and a horny ass you are"

She blushes furiously again, trying to deny it but failing miserably as she swallows hard, her eyes locked on your chest, "Shut up, I am not a 'horny ass'..." She whispers, her voice barely concealing her embarrassment and growing desire.

"You're not?" You pull your top off, showing your cleavage in your bra.

Her eyes widen in shock and desire as she takes in the sight of your bra cladded chest "F-fuck...you're really doing this right now?" She swallows hard, her gaze glued to your cleavage as she licks her dry lips "In the middle of an argument?"

"Yup, now be a good girl and tell me, what will you do the next time a girl hits on you?"

"Damn it..." Her cheeks flush deeply as she realizes what you're trying to do. She swallows hard and answers softly, "I'll tell her I have a girlfriend..." Her eyes flicker down to your chest again.

"That's my good girl. And will you argue with your girlfriend defending someone else and calling your girlfriend jealous?"

She pauses thoughtfully. She knows she's falling for your trap. She swallows again, her eyes flickering to your cleavage once more before she answers softly, "No..." She realizes that you're making her prove your point.

"That's a very good girl~" you push the strap of your bra, from one side off your shoulder "Now who's at fault, you not telling that girl you have a girlfriend when she was hitting on you or your girlfriend getting mad after she saw you smiling and flirting back?"

Her breathing hitches as she sees your shoulder, now the strap down, revealing more of your cleavage. She swallows hard, trying to focus on the question. "Me, it was my fault, because I didn't tell her I have a girlfriend..."

You smile wide knowing she's under your spell "good girl~ you seem to catch everything so easily" you pet her head.

She melts a bit under your touch, her heart racing. She nuzzles into your hand briefly before pulling back slightly, still trying to maintain some semblance of a serious expression. "Stop trying to distract me with your cleavage and head pats..."

"Can't help if my giantess of a girlfriend is distractable with just a little cleavage..." you shrug.

She was flustered, trying to ignore the fact that she was indeed quite distracted by the amount of cleavage you were showing. "Shut up, I'm not distractable..." She crosses her arms, trying to look disinterested but miserably failing as her ears are red, and she is trying hard not to look at what you are showing.

You push the other side of your bra strap off your shoulder.

"Holy fuck..." Her breaths become a bit heavier. She unconsciously licks her lips, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Stop..." she whimpers softly. "That's cheating..."

You tickle under her chin as If she were a puppy "Now tell me, who wants to see my boobies?"

"Mmf..." she twitches as you tickle her chin. "You...!! Ahh!!" She swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to your chest again "No one..." she lies softly, as she squirms under you, clearly affected.

"You sure you don't wanna see them, baby?" You tease as you could clearly read her.

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying desperately not to look at your now exposed collarbone and teasing cleavage. "N-no... I don't wanna see your boobs..." her voice slightly breathy and unconvincing as she shifts uncomfortably, aware of how her body is betraying her words.

"aww...guess I have to put back my top..." you say but not before you teasingly cup your breasts with your hands lifting it up.

Her eyes fly open as she sees you cupping your breasts, her gaze immediately drawn to the sight. She bites her lip hard, trying to look away but finding it impossible as her mind is flooded with how much she wants to touch them and the way your bra molds to your breasts. "N-no, wait..."

"Yes baby? what is it?" You ask teasingly.

She looks up at you, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her gaze darts nervously between your eyes and your chest. "You... you teasing bitch..." She mutters under her breath, unable to hide the frustration and desire in her voice. "Fine!"

She reaches out and grabs your hands and removes them and replaces it with her own, cupping your breasts. She squeezes them gently, her thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra. "Fuck you and your body..." She mumbles, her face buried in your chest as she finally gives in to her desires.

"mmm hmm? someone said they don't want to see it? Hmm baby? enjoying yourself there?"

"Mhmm..." She hums softly, her hands now full-on groping your breasts. She tugs at your bra cups, pushing them under your breasts to grope them freely. She whimpers softly when she realizes your breasts are almost a perfect handful. "Damn..."

She moves one hand to squeeze your right breast firmly while her other hand slides behind to unclasp your bra and toss it off, her hand running down your bare back. Her voice comes out breathless "You're such a..." Trails off as she realizes how easily you can control her. "Fucking witch..."

"Am I now baby?"

Her eyes nearly roll back at the sight of your completely exposed breasts. She swallows hard, her hands still firmly on your chest. "Y-yes..." She squirms slightly, feeling her panties getting damp "You're hypnotizing me with your... your tits..."

"Not my fault that you become putty in my hands when you see my tits..." you say mockingly.

She growls softly, her hands squeezing your breasts harder as she feels herself getting more and more wet. "Shut up..." She mutters, burying her face back in your chest. She starts to suck on your nipple, rolling the other between her fingers. "Fuck..."

You start grinding on her lap.

Bada gasps sharply as she feels your pussy grinding against her lap, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your breasts reflexively as she arches slightly beneath you. "Holy shit..."

"See how I have you wrapped around my finger, right, baby?"

She whimpers softly, her hips bucking against you involuntarily as she tries to get closer to the source of the friction. "Damn you..." She hisses, her voice laced with frustration and desire. "You always... always... use your... your assets..."

"I guess I should start being the top from now on..." you provoke her.

Her eyes snap open, a fire burning within them. She suddenly stands up, lifting you with her and flipping you over so that you're bent over the couch. She presses herself against your back, her hands roaming over your body possessively. "Over my dead body, you little bitch" she yanks your skirt down.

You smirk as what you want was happening "Is it baby~"

She grinds herself against your backside, her panties completely soaked through. She reaches around to grope your breasts again. Her voice is low and dangerous in your ear. "You want me to fuck you into submission, huh?"

"Can you though, baby?"

With a snarl, she yanks your panties down, too, her hand going around your waist and shoves two fingers into your pussy without warning. She curls them inside you, hitting your G-spot perfectly as she grinds her palm against your clit. "Answer me, bitch. Should I fuck you into submission?"

"Oh fuck!!! ahhh!! ngh....I don't know....maybe...or maybe not...?" You say as your legs tremble.

Her fingers pump in and out of you roughly, her thumb pressing hard on your clit with each stroke. She leans forward, her teeth sinking into the back of your neck as she fucks you with her hand. "Fuck that. I'll show you who's in charge here..."

She suddenly pulls her fingers out of you and spins you around, pushing you back onto the couch. She climbs on top of you, after taking off her clothes and shoving her soaked pussy against yours.

"mmm ahhh! so wet?" You moan

She grinds against you, your combined wetness making loud, obscene noises. "Damn right I'm wet. You make me this way, you teasing little bitch..." She hikes your legs over her shoulder, deepening the friction.

"ngh...."

She watches you throw your head back, your breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of her hips. She tries to rub against you harder, chasing her own release, rubbing her clit against your wet pussy. "Answer my question, baby...tell me who's the good girl now? Will you stop being a brat now?" She hisses softly, her hips moving in tight circles. "Should I fuck the answer out of you?"

"ngh...go ahead, try..." you push her buttons a little more. "Grinding your pussy against mine won't really make me submit, baby~" you say trying to hold your own composure as you tease her.

"Uh huh?" She smacks your clit, not so harshly but enough to make you flinch.

"ngh...bada..." you whine.

She smirks, slapping your dripping mound again. "You think you're tough, huh? Keep talking shit then." She presses her thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing circles that make your hips twitch involuntarily. Leaning in close, her lips brush your ear.

"You really think you can take this? This isn't enough to make you submit? Hmm...You think you can handle me sitting on your face and smothering you with my thighs until you pass out?"

You whimper at the images it's creating in your head.

She chuckles at your squirming. "Mmm, I see that idea gets you all excited. Want my pussy on your face, slut?" Without waiting for an answer, she swiftly repositions, straddling your face and lowering her dripping mound onto your mouth.

You moan and eat her like a starved woman. Her body shudders as you dive in hungrily, your tongue lapping at her folds and plunging into her entrance. "Fuck yes, eat that pussy..." She grinds down on your face, smothering you completely, as she leans down to eat your pussy.

Bada moans into your pussy as she eats you out fervently, her tongue swirling around your clit before plunging deep inside you. She can feel your muffled cries against her own dripping cunt, which only spurs her on. "Mmmph..."

She pauses briefly to flick her tongue rapidly over your throbbing clit before plunging back in, fucking you with her tongue as her own pussy drips onto your face. She grinds deliberately against your mouth, painting your lips and chin with her juices. "Ungh..."

"Does licking my fucking pussy make you forget why you were being such a brat earlier?" She continues to smother you, her tongue fucking you deep and slow while her clit grinds relentlessly against your chin. "Hmm? you wanna... cum now?"

"Yes, yes, please...ngh..." you whimper, begging her.

"Then fucking listen to me next time, you smart mouth, got it?" She shifts slightly to give you more room to breathe but keeps her drenched pussy firmly on your face. One hand reaches down to smack your pussy again, then rubs tight circles around your clit.

Your hips twitch and you reach up to eat her again.

She moans loudly as your tongue finds her clit again, the sensation making her hips buck involuntarily. Her fingers continue to work your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum with me, you little bitch... Now."

You cry against her pussy as your hips jerk and you cum hard.

Bada's body shakes as she comes hard against your face, her pussy contracting and pulsing as she soaks your mouth and chin with her juices. She keeps her fingers moving on your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you're a shivering, whimpering mess beneath her.

She slowly lifts herself off your face, allowing you to gasp for air as she looks down at you, dripping wet and disheveled as she straddles your hips. She runs her fingers through your hair, spreading her juices across your face. "Look at you..."

"Now who's my good girl?" teases you to get back on you for your earlier seducing.

You whine in embarrassment.

"Answer the question before I spank your pussy again." Her fingers twitch slightly, ready to punish you if you don't respond.

"ngh....me...I'm your good girl..."

She grins wickedly and slaps your pussy again, the stinging sensation making you jump. "That's right, you little slut. You're MY good girl, not the other way around."

She then moves behind you on the couch to cuddle you, as you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms. "I love you..." she kisses your nape. "Don't be too jealous when I'm interacting with my students. It's my job. At end of the day, I'm coming home to only you."

You turn and snuggle closer in her chest. You playfully squeeze her ass and slap it hard. She yelps, "heyyyy!! What was that for???" She pouts.

"That's for spanking my pussy earlier!" You spank her ass again.

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It's been a week since I posted ig...Anyway, this was a lame smut tho +_+

[sga-owns-my-soul]

ha

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[nyxofdemons]

“one day im going to have to make like a three hour long video essay that's just called In Defense of Helluva Boss” Please do. I see more anti videos than I do with defense ones. Like the ones that say season 2 is terrible even though it’s barely completed and the ones that say Stolitz is a bad despite them barely having a relationship.

no literally i am sick of seeing more anti content than actual appreciation videos but the anti talking point i see most that drives me up the fucking walls is that it's "bAd RePrEsEnTaTiOn," as if that is all that queer people are allowed to have; just the vague nebulous concept of "Rep(TM)." the fact that if a straight character is a bad person then it's just that This Character is a bad person, but if a queer character is a bad person then This Is Bad Representation Of The Community And Is Homophobic. can we not just HAVE characters?? vehicles to tell a story??? tools to craft a compelling narrative??? this is part of why Helluva/Hazbin being adult shows is such a THING because i see this get shut down a lot under the guise of "uhh well just because it's an adult show doesn't mean that it can handle whatever topic it wants however it wants" and like. yeah buddy! that's true! and that's not what this is fucking about!! when people say "it's an adult show" what they mean is that it's made to be engaged with under the assumption that you would know better than to take information to shape your worldview and perception of other real life people from a fucking cartoon! the show doesn't NEED to tell you that Um Hey Guys Just So You Know This Isn't Actually Meant To Reflect How All Real Life Gay Relationships Are because you are an adult who should already be able to discern this.

"bad rep" doesn't mean "characters that are nuanced, morally gray, or just bad people." "bad rep" would be if helluva boss was a show that said "the REASON these characters are in toxic relationships / are bad people is BECAUSE they are queer, or at least directly correlated to that fact." which is. you know. very fucking different than "these characters are in toxic relationships / are bad people because they 1) live in a classist society that actively encourages them to be their worst selves and 2) are extremely traumatized."

[rapidhighway]

stressed

I have to fight family again

[shannonsketches]

like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime

why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?

it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working

Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!

[mellifera38]

Actually filling up my queue with ALL my remaining un-posted commissions feeling like:

[mars-ipan]

pleaseeee for the love of god don’t let me be sick…