#but this is genuinely so fucking adorable

[blackynsupremacy]

GRILLZ!

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: nicholas gots some serious drip and you love it for him.

contains: fluff, cute couple stuff, 18+ content mdni, swearing, mention of smut, biting, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected p in v, hitting it from the side, reverse cowgirl, missionary, aftercare, intimacy.

a/n: heyyy! i hope ya’ll enjoy this one. kisses to you all! - des. 🪷

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• okay, so boom.

• we all know what community really put grillz on the map in american culture and others became inspired decades after.

• those others included you and your man, nicholas.

• one thing you loved about him was his smile.

• you don’t know how he achieved such perfect pearly whites, but every time he puts them on display, you just fall harder for him.

• you see why his fans simp for him the way they do. he’s hot when he’s brooding, but when he smiles it just hits different.

• you could just stare in complete awe when he bursts out in genuine laughter or he’d just throw you a smile your way because let’s face it.

• he adores you, he kisses the ground you walk on.

• he thinks your smile is contagious. he could be pissed off and if you give him a simper of reassurance, that frown is turned upside down.

• you’re always wearing fashion trends that related to your culture.

• that includes clothes, makeup, shoes, hair styles, and jewelry.

• you wanted to try something new that could add to your look.

• some grillz.

• the photos on pinterest had you instantly inspired.

• when you flashed your silvery new dental accessory, nicholas was captivated.

• “fuck, can you get any hotter? you look amazing!” he was hyping you real good.

• he loves it when it matches with your outfits and other jewelry.

• and if you pair those grillz with that brown liner and clear gloss combo? he’s about to fold you like clothes.

• “y’know who else would look amazing with these? you would! you got the best teeth for it, nick.” you suggest, urging him to give this a try.

• at first he was unsure about it because he wasn’t certain of the ending result.

• “babe, are you sure? you’d think i’d look good with ‘em?” he’d inquire with a raised brow.

• “no, you wouldn’t look good. you’d look fine as hell! nick, you know that i got you. we’re gonna make sure we find what’s best for you.” you reassured again with a kiss to his cheek.

• nicholas was onboard!

• you contacted the jeweler that provided your grillz and set up an appointment for the following day.

• you and nicholas took your time for him to design “the one” that best fit his style.

• from the embellishments to the color, he wanted your feedback on everything, but what mattered to you was that he was happy because you’re still gonna fuck with it anyway.

• a few days after his grillz were created, you returned back to your jeweler, so that could be be fitted properly.

• he turned to you, flashing his teeth to reveal his new accessory.

• “so—how do i do look?” he’d ask, hoping that this long process had paid off. he really liked it the more he examined the grillz on his left canine.

• at the first glance of the shimmering jewel, you were sure you were going to faint.

• nicholas looked so damn good.

• you were speechless.

• you couldn’t help, but to take your phone out because you needed this moment to last longer the more you gawked.

• “smile big f’me, baby. c’monnn!” you urged him, batting your lashes and caressing his chiseled chin to which he bashfully grins. the apple of his cheeks were cherry red at your affection.

• you gotta get more storage in your phone for the amount of selfies and videos you took of you and nicholas sporting your grillz.

• nicholas is super responsible with them, you even gifted him with a monogrammed with his initials.

• he keeps them clean and pristine. he ain’t playing.

• if you happen to forget yours, he’s got you.

• there was just this new air of confidence that he had and it turned you on.

• and honey, if you were clingy to him before.

• you’re definitely stuck on him now and he’s eating it allll the way up.

• if you guys are laying on the couch and you’re just chilling on top of him, you could just be rambling and then—

• he peers at you with those sultry, brown eyes and flash that irresistible smile. you’d just stop and get so hypnotized.

• nicholas’ eye contact is just as lethal as his smile.

• “shit…what was i saying?” you’d inquire, feeling embarrassed that he had you so easily flustered.

• he’d chuckle causing you to absolutely fold.

• speaking of folding.

• he uses those grillz when it’s time to get down in the bedroom.

• he’s a lover, an eater, and now he’s a biter.

• best believe when it comes to your chest, he’ll pay extra attention to your nipples as he bites on them with his flashy canine.

• the sensation of the metal mixed with the suckling of tongue made the erected points of your nipple harder than before.

• he litters love bites all over you, nibbling everywhere he could reach.

• you love to see the glimmer of his grill when he uses his teeth to pull your panties down.

• nicholas lives for how the goosebumps on your skin of your inner thigh rises as he glides the metal to the path of your awaiting core.

• when using his mouth to pleasure you, he pays extra attention to your clit.

• he has different techniques for it. rubbing, sucking, and swirling his tongue around it in order for you to finish on his face.

• girl, pull on his hair a little harder because when he puts that bud in between his teeth where the grill is to nibble on it a bit, you will be absolutely spent as you ooze out all over his face.

• nicholas drank every single drop like water.

• that was his best head yet.

• when you’re go down on him, you get butterflies in your stomach as you gaze up at him through your lashes to see him grinning in satisfaction and caressing his fingers through your scalp. his grill on his display as he praises you for taking him so well into your mouth.

• “ah, look at you. fuck, if you keep looking at me like that m’gonna cum, angel.”

• and so he does, but he’s not done until he fully has his way with you.

• nicholas has an impressive stamina, he could go at it in many positions with you.

• during missionary, he’ll bury his face into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into the skin causing you to cry out as he repeatedly drills into the soft spot of your pussy.

• if he’s hitting it from the side, he’ll have one hand on your leg to raise it an angle as his jeweled teeth glide and bite along your jawline and earlobe, whispering the raunchiest of praises into your ear.

• bite marks from the gems are guaranteed to be all over your shoulders if you’re in reverse cowgirl, your back is up against his broad chest as you bounce yourself up and down against his length, his nails dig into the plush skin of your hips while his jolts in the direction of your clenching walls.

• when you two finish, he’s checking in to make sure you’re okay afterwards.

• “fuck, did i bite too hard? m’sorry, babe.” he’s such a sweetheart!

• you were honest that you were a bit sore, but you reassured nicholas that you loved it nonetheless!

• what’s pleasure without a little pain?

• nicholas is quite gentle during aftercare.

• he’ll run you both a bath, give you an oil massage, and foot rub before you’re both cuddling in bed.

• “just one more thing before you put em’ back in the case, boo. smile f’me one more time, pleaaaase?” you plea, rolling yourself on top of him before leaning closer to his face as your hands rested on his jaw.

• at the sight of your face and the sound of your voice, how could he not?

[sprunkimortality]

Another one of these-

(You don't have to respond to this right away, btw! ^^")

UUWWWOAAAAGGGHH ITS THE COLLEAGUES!!!!!

They look so adorable in ur style,, wuaugh.. kisses all four of them on the cheeks /p /silly /aff

also how the FUCK do you get the eyes so accurate like genuinely HWAHT /vpos

[altocat]

Does post Nibelheim Sephiroth have any good traits?

Not really. He's pretty much committed to the whole evil genocidal madman schtick. He's incredibly selfish, only really caring for himself, Jenova, and--in a completely possessive, fucked up way--Cloud. His kind of promised land only suits HIS needs. A utopia for him and his mother and no one else. He protects Cloud because he views Cloud as something that belongs to him. His brand of "love" is completely greedy and more than often sadistic.

If there are ANY positive traits still in there, Sephiroth at least ATTEMPTS to honor a sound defeat. As in he'll postpone things if he feels the time isn't right. And unlike Kefka, he's not in it just to watch people suffer. Really, he'd rather all the humans just die already. He only takes sadistic pleasure out of torturing Cloud and anything associated with Cloud. And maybe the occasional revenge on Shinra. Otherwise? Generally uninterested in prolonging things any more than he has to.

Grasping at actual straws, but he does genuinely love Jenova. He thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, his reason for living, the only thing worthy of his full loyalty and adoration. And while he uses her power for his own gain, he showers her with endless praise and devotion. He will fight for her to the end. Until he ceases to exist. His rage and hatred towards the world are only rivaled by his eternal love for her. He fought so hard to find his mother. He will never lose her. Not ever, ever again.

[knot-ee]

Dream-like, incredulous state was slipping away, and -- yes, was there, but FEAR began infecting the sorcerer too. He did not fear anything. Not anymore. Even as he chanted that like a mantra that would come true simply by repetition, his rational side knew that was incorrect. However he was scared of LESS things. He did not fear for his life. He was not of powerful curses. He was only scared of losing his family. He was so confident that his goals to eradicate useless monkeys would come true that he only real thing to fear was sorcerers killing his daughters and his other family members.

All it took was some cruel jujutsu sorcerer in the name of serving the elders to kill his precious daughters. All it took was an angry and JADED Satoru Gojo to bring his entire empire crumbling down. Suguru had shut the door on their friendship and even them as enemies until Suguru's plans came to fruition. Tipsy or not he had opened the door and what lied on the other side was a furious tiger. Satoru fixed himself in his life like his cock pummeling Suguru's ass. The sorcerer felt his guts clench with dread because what he had called obsession and co-dependence was also love.

Love was not always so beautiful and pure. They had their pure moments back as fifteen year olds. It was tainted now. While Suguru knew Satoru was not capable of evil by the standard definition he also did not have regard to rules and people's feelings. It was always a conundrum as to why Satoru stuck with jujutsu all things considered. Satoru was in it -- life -- simply because he wanted to, and he shaped his life around his whims and desires.

Suguru didn't get it.

He understood the obsessiveness; after all, he and Shoko were Satoru's first and only friends. His life was full of control and expectation before genuine friendship made its appearance. However between the two, it was Suguru who Satoru latched onto to so why -- WHY did he continue to support the elders? And what did Satoru have planned for Suguru? It was sickening and odd battling worry with pleasure. Suguru's cursed energy was ebbing like crazy. Suguru was moaning Satoru's name with pleasure but Satoru was chanting his name with love, adoration, desperation.

Tears formed at the edges of those purple eyes when fingers gripped him to bruise. A normal person would have been broken, both in flesh and bone. For Suguru, it was animalistic fucking. Marking. Longing. Suguru had half a mind to change their positions in order to squeeze Satoru's neck with his thighs in retaliation. Tears hid Suguru's thoughts and emotions as Satoru's soulful eyes stared and stared. He felt exposed and that was funny considering they were fucking.

His heart actually ached. He PITIED Satoru and more than that, Suguru's teenage self felt it all. He needed those words back then. Suguru squeezed his eyes tight and came HARD. Abdomen and balls tensed as cum hit his chest and Satoru's, reaching far enough to land a few cum droplets on Suguru's neck. His hole tightened impossibly against Satoru for that moment and then relaxed. Looking at Satoru was difficult so he unlocked his ankles and dropped his legs.

Both of his hands landed on Satoru's chest and with a great amount of force pushed the sorcerer back. He used more force than necessary until his former best friend was sent on his back onto the floor. Suguru was on him in an instant. He just came but his stamina was still high and his cock never went flaccid. He straddled Satoru's lap and ran his hands down from his neck to his abdomen. Massaging the muscles and dragging his nails against the pale flesh until it turned red. He lifted himself on his knees and gyrated his hips, grinding the thick swell of his ass against Satoru's cock but not riding it. Not yet.

“ You've always talked too much, Satoru ”

Satoru knows. He knows this might be the only chance he ever gets. Suguru was caught off guard tonight—a rare, fleeting vulnerability exposed. Satoru knows damn well that Suguru has been avoiding him, slipping through his grasp like smoke in the wind, making it impossible to close the gap between them. So many times, Satoru had been close, achingly close, but Suguru had always managed to evade him. Maybe back then, a part of Satoru hadn't been ready. Maybe he’d been too afraid to confront the truth, to face Suguru as he truly was. Even tonight, he wasn’t ready.

How many nights had he spent agonizing over the words he’d say if he ever saw him again? Imagining a thousand ways their reunion might play out? Dreaming, desperately, of a scenario where he could somehow convince Suguru to come back to him.

Or—what if he had joined Suguru? Would Suguru have accepted his love then? Would they have found their happily ever after, free from the chains of their duty? Satoru, ever the optimist, ever the fool, had envisioned a future where their students didn’t have to endure the same pain and suffering they had. Yet for all his hopeful daydreams, he held no hope for himself. His chance at happiness had died the day Suguru walked away.

And yet… this—this moment—felt like a cruel, beautiful dream come true. To kiss Suguru, to taste him after all these years of longing, was one thing. But to have him like this, to be buried so deeply in him, to hear Suguru moan his name, beg for him, need him—it was almost unbearable. If this was how it ended, Satoru would accept it. If Suguru took advantage of this moment and struck him down, so be it. Better that than Satoru being forced to do the unthinkable. Everyone knew he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t.

“Suguru…”

His voice was a rough whisper, a prayer spilling from his lips as he buried his face against Suguru’s neck. His grip on Suguru’s waist tightened, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises—marks that screamed, you’re mine. Satoru found a rhythm, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, more frantic. Each movement tore a groan or a moan from his throat, words he couldn’t bring himself to say caught there, strangled by the weight of his emotions. He wanted to tell Suguru how much he missed him, how he’d spent sleepless nights wishing for a different ending. He wanted to beg for answers, to ask what he could have done differently. More than anything, he wanted to say the words he’d been choking on for years. I love you. I always have. I always will. But the words wouldn’t come. All he could do was moan Suguru’s name, over and over again, as if saying it enough times could make it real—could make this last forever.

Each thrust was harder, rougher, fueled by frustration and longing. It was as if, through sheer force, Satoru could make Suguru feel every ounce of pain he’d left him to carry. As if he could show him, with every bruising kiss and desperate motion, just how much he’d suffered in his absence. But behind every rough movement, every bite and squeeze was the love Satoru had buried for so long. Love that ached and burned, love that refused to die no matter how many times it had been shattered.

“You’re mine, You’re mine, Suguru.”

Satoru growled, his voice low and trembling with raw emotion. He kissed him hard, his forehead pressed against Suguru’s as their gazes finally met. Those beautiful, haunted eyes—Suguru’s—held him captive, calming the storm inside him, if only for a fleeting moment. But then the pleasure surged again, relentless and all-consuming, coiling low in his stomach. He was close—too close—but he didn’t want it to end.

His hand slid down, gripping Suguru’s thigh and hitching it higher, deepening their connection. His other hand moved between them, wrapping around Suguru’s aching cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. His hips snapped forward harshly, and he drank in every gasp, every moan, every shuddering cry that fell from Suguru’s lips. Satoru’s eyes, impossibly bright, locked onto Suguru’s, and he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to miss a single second of the beauty in Suguru’s face—the way it twisted with pleasure, the way his lips parted to gasp his name.

“And I’m yours. Always have been. Always will be.”

Satoru whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. He didn’t care if the world ended tonight. He would make this moment last.

[l1li4n]

this is so sweet

[khaopybara]

❝I love every story in your body.❞

FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT PATTANAWAT and KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON episode 5 of THE HEART KILLERS

[soupdreamer]

hey brennan what the fuck

[rambles-about-minecraft-ocs]

one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible

like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that

[vaguely-concerned]

'varric's vibe when you pick the 'I'm worried' option after he asks you how you feel about having solas in your head is so fucking funny. the very careful 'so, uh, just... out of casual interest why -- why aren't you putting wards on yourself and your mind to keep him out, and incidentally exactly how might you do it if you did. no reason why I'm asking just. curious. I have no stance on this' probing of it all (that should be the giveaway in itself, really, in hindsight I think real varric would be a lot more freaked out on rook's behalf about this even if he might still have reached the conclusion that the connection to solas was worth the risk, he's got kirkwall blood magic trauma to fill a telephone catalogue). that and the '>:) then I see you've made a choice (so this is basically a little bit on you now, you got fairly outsmarted etc., I don't have to feel as guilty thank you for having youthful hubris that will be your undoing so I can feel less bad about my role in it). honestly if anything I'm doubling down on my previous 'mind!varric is directly controlled by solas the majority of the time and rook's mind is mostly a collaborateur' post. this conversation is transparently solas gathering intel and giving you the 101 on leadership while you're building a small focused rebel force.

in solas' defense... this whole situation is very very funny in an extremely dark kind of way he is nothing if not on brand. the stuff he says about himself in this conversation is like. he's both reading himself for filth AND he can't read all of a sudden he can't uh......... he has plenty of self-insight (a single flower with blackened petals) and it helps him exactly not at all in breaking his patterns lmao

also it makes the relationship between solas and rook so. so much. what an insane intimacy in grieving for someone so much you both conspire to raise him from the dead together, just for a little while, because neither of you can bear to let go. what a violation in being the only knowing party in that. solas can hear rook following through on relaying his apology to 'varric' no matter what else they think of him. and he still does what he does to them in the end. he's feeding them affection (some of it even real eventually, I think, he clearly respects rook as a pure agent of chaos on some level and has some incredulous amused fondness for them no matter how you end up in your relationship with him) and confidence with one hand, and readying a knife in the other the whole time. solas my love my friend my genuine darling I think I will have to strangle you unfortunately

[leemonleee]

Some aba stuff I found in the ggxx slash beat encyclopedia.

Wtf is happening to him

Apologies for the quality, I couldn't find any thing better.

[k16is]

more erzajane scribbles cuz there’s not enough art of them out there…. i’ll do that shit myself…

[littlecrow4]

I have a confession to make…

I unironically ship FiddleStan it is so fucking cute 😭

I stumbled across it and was immediately infatuated with it the shit I’ve seen of it is so damned precious my heart can’t take it

Pls don’t disown me

[starryemeralds]

ad astra per aspera 🌠

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[alacants]

juanki & ferru: the lore

(or, why i am so abnormal about them.)

they've known each other since they were kids in valencia - juanki played youth tennis with ferru's older brother (who was a junior champion) and later ferru spent a year at the academy

"Even when we were little we played together… we have been friends since we were small."

they're self-described best friends + were joined at the hip on the circuit

tennis club unveils a statue of juanki in his hometown? ferru is there. ferru's family throws him a surprise birthday party? juanki is there. holding clinics. going on retreats. traveling to and from tournaments together. coordinating which tournaments they enter so they can travel to and from tournaments together. ← YES, REALLY.

in ferru's own words, "it's always better with him." ok.

they didn't actually play each other that often - their h2h is 7-2 in ferru's favor. they did famously meet in back to back finals in 2010 - appropriately, juanki won one and ferru won the other. :)

in 2009 juanki was called up to the davis cup team for the first time in 4 years. first he was supposed to be a reserve, then he was supposed to play a dead rubber. then fernando verdasco melted down, the fifth rubber became very live, and he ended up single-handedly saving the day and sending them to the sfs.

so when in the final ferru came back from 1-6 2-6 down to beat radek stepanek he immediately raced over to throw himself in juanki's arms, rip alberto costa who got in the way. then of course he dedicated the win to juanki.

the davis cup is just… a whole thing with both of them. so it's appropriate that now etc.

speaking of tournaments that are a whole thing with both of them. after juanki bought the rights to the valencia open, he invited ferru to share them. true love is (checks notes) co-parenting an atp 500 tournament

so when juanki decided to retire he chose valencia as his last tournament 

he went out in the first round. ferru won the entire tournament in his honor. <- they said it, not me.

immediately after ferru's match winner he ran over to find juanki in the stands for a hug so long i had to split it into two gifs

then he dedicated the title to juanki. ("Este triunfo forma parte de ti, te lo dedico exclusivamente para ti.")

they also entered for doubles and made it all the way to the semifinals despite the fact that they had never played a doubles match together before

after their first doubles match (and surprise win) there was a big farewell ceremony during which ferru gave a speech about how juanki was destined by the stars to play tennis and visibly fought back tears as juanki stared soulfully into his eyes.

they got married three months apart, which could mean nothing

when ferru retired in 2019 juanki wrote him a lengthy open letter about his feelings

and threw him a personal tribute celebration. you know, in addition to his actual retirement ceremony.

specifically he held a day long festival of ferru at the jcf academy that included, in decreasing order of normality:

exhibition match feat. some 16 year old kid named carlos alcaraz

juanki/ferru match

unveiling of Pista David Ferrer, aka the new name of center court (and the start of an academy tradition…)

presentation of a PORTRAIT PAINTING juanki SPECIALLY COMMISSIONED of their valencia 2012 embrace

i can actually barely look at it without getting severe secondhand embarrassment but the academy uploaded like a hundred photos to facebook

to this day when they play each other in legends events ferru is out there saying things like I JUST HOPE I CAN PLAY AS WELL AS YOU <3 never mind the aforementioned 7-2 h2h. this man is down just as bad as carlitos and it's been TWENTY YEARS

meanwhile ferru is constantly dropping by the academy for funsies. and in carlos' box. and at his practice. and that's BEFORE you get to the davis cup. 

in summary: what if the royal spanish tennis federation paid you to co-parent a grand slam winner with your boyfriend <3 that's what we call a happy ending!

[dreamsy990]

YAY I GOT THIS DONE ON HIS BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAJIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU RUINED MY LIFE AND ALSO MAYBE SAVED MY LIFE. WHO THE FUCK KNOWS I DO LIKE YOU A LOT THOUGH

[togaki-kun]

Gojo “No one is allowed to take youth from young people” Satoru and Nanami “Being a child is not a sin” Kento can actually be so personal.