#cherry crash

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

Guess who's back! I'm here with another song!(get ready to set that "Days Since Weight Of The Crown Brainrot" counter back to 0 >:3) Today's song is Deep in the High by Charming Disaster! For no reason whatsoever, totally not what I was thinking of when I saw the Cherrie (FREE MY GIRL😭) and Brent post.

You caught a break for a little bit, but the angst WILL be back -🔮

This post is now certified The Weight of the Crown brainrot!

Jokes on you, 🔮anon, that thing stays at zero. If the brainrot's still around in a month, I might have an idea for April Fool's Day.

"Give me a kiss before I'm to go"

Okay, so I had to pause the song. This is literally the first line and already I'm thinking of the balcony scene. It can be done so literally with Sophist wanting a kiss before he leaves, but it can also be Brent asking for one last moment of happiness before he has to live the rest of his life as king, forced to make enemies of the one person he cares more about deeply than anything.

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🔮anon, I'm literally sitting here trying to process this song. Like, I actually have to give it a second listen.

It's just such a perfect comparison to have Brent's duty as a king be compared to a performance, a circus act that he has to put himself through for the sake of the audience, for the sake of his kingdom.

Originally, I was listening to this song from the king of soph perspective, but listening to it from the mon cheroi perspective is also interesting.

This song is them fighting.

"Now, I know a couple things (Oooh) There's our life in the ring (Oooh) Then there's the life that you live (Oooh) You've grown cold and distant (Oooh) It's making me desperate (Oooh) Something is going to give (Oooh)"

This song is Cherie's wake-up call, her realization that something's wrong. At first she thinks it's from the stress of the coronation and the stress of the rebellion, but she can tell there's something else in the way he's slowly losing the light in his eyes even when things seem to be turning around for the kingdom.

"Beware the snake charmer with the lazy green eye She's a hotheaded harpy with a murderous mind"

Oh hey, Cherie found the letter!

This is where things slowly start to click into place for Cherie, where she realizes that did he never love her, but that he fell for the enemy of the kingdom. There's definitely bitterness there.

"It must have been madness when we were wed (Oooh) The liquor of passion gone straight to our heads (Oooh)"

Oh hey we learned how prince of skill was made.

And there's seriously just an entire verse of Cherie just yelling at Brent. She didn't deserve this, but the least he could've done was be honest with her. She meant it when she said she loved him, and now they're stuck together with a kid having to rule the nation unless they want to risk their lives, the lives of their families, and the stability of the kingdom just for even a chance at happiness.

And where would she even go? What would she even do if Brent really did decide to run off with Sophist one day, if he decided to snap and become an enemy of his very own kingdom?

Obviously she should run into the loving hands of her servant.

[starry-sophrosyne]

me counting my current ship fixations on my fingers:

"1, 2, 3.. huh. that's just enough for-"

*DOOM MUSIC STARTS PLAYING*

"..."

"No.."

*I turn my head.*

"No.. NO!!.. GET BACK!! YOU FOUL CREATURE, YOU VILE BEAST!!"

*It starts to get closer*

"STAY AWAY!! BACK I SAY!! I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY WEIGHT OF THE CROWN TIMESKIP DRABBLES THAT I NEED TO WORK O-"

[somesaintiam]

waiting for a teaser this month

[crashandlivewrites]

@soapsgf and I were feeling gay so we wrote lesbian fics for each other <3

Pairing: fem!Ghost x fem!reader (or rather, stone top butch Ghost x pillow princess reader)

CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, cunnilingus, mention of a strap, relationship insecurities, Ghost communicating (?!?!), use of daddy one (1) time

Word Count: 2.1k (this was meant to be a drabble oops)

You were cuddled up on the couch late at night in your small flat you shared with your girlfriend, Simone, whenever she was back from deployment. Your hands had slithered their way underneath her jacket and shirt, leeching the warmth from her body as she had one of her muscled arms thrown casually over you, keeping you tucked into her side as her fingers traced mindless patterns over your body.

Playing on the tv was a reality show you enjoyed, yet tonight you weren’t really paying attention to it. Simone had even chimed in a few times, to show her interest in the show for you, but her statements and questions remained unanswered. It wasn’t until something ridiculous happened that would normally have pulled a barking laugh from you that she decided enough was enough.

Switching the tv, she placed a hand over your shoulder, shaking you lightly.

“You gonna tell me what’s been rollin’ in your head since I got home or not, pretty girl?” Her voice startled you, breaking you out of your daydream as you pulled back from her, furrowing your brows.

“What? I’m sorry, wasn’t listening.”

“Clearly.” She gave you a pointed look. “Wanna know what’s on your mind, lovie. You haven’t been right since I got back.”

“Nothing. Just tired. Been a long day.” You tried to dissuade her, waving your hand as you reached over her to take the remote, only to my stopped by her firm fingers on your wrist.

“I’m not stupid, nor blind, love. You haven’t been yourself. You’ve been quiet.”

Cursing inwardly, you looked away from your overly observant girlfriend, trying not to show your discomfort. Of course, she’d noticed the small things that no one else would. Your brows furrowed and you wrung your fingers as you tried to search for the right words. Simone just sat there, a reassuring hand against your shoulder, letting you know she was there to listen. She always was.

“It’s stupid… really, I don’t know why it’s affected me so much.” The hesitancy was evident in your voice, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“It’s not nothing. It’s got you in a tiff.”

“It’s…” You faltered, eyes flicking around the room as you were unable to look at her. Only when her hand reached out to grip your jaw did you force yourself to meet her gaze and continue. “It’s about sex.”

“What about it?”

“I just… don’t you feel left out?” Her brows knitted together, and she angled her head, signalling for you to continue. “I feel like I’m always just lying there when we have sex. I do nothing. You’re doing everything, Simone, including getting me off but not yourself. Don’t you hate that?”

Her hand went soft on your jaw as her thumb stroked your cheek, eyes boring into yours.

“What stupid video have you seen now?” Blinking, you cocked your head and looked at her in bewilderment.

“How did you—”

“Doesn’t take much. Let me guess, some wanker of a broad on tiktok made a video about how pillow princesses are lazy and should do more work, hmm?” Simone leaned forward, getting into your space as you stared at her, dumbfounded.

“But isn’t it true?”

“I think you’re missing the point of the term, princess.” She elongated the term of endearment as her hand ran down your neck. “I like making you feel good. Just you. Besides, the way you sound when you come, who wouldn’t want to hear that?”

Your face heated and you tried to push her away in protest as she smiled, flashing a toothy grin before running her tongue along her lips. Though her words struck a chord with you, there was still some lingering doubts swimming in your head.

You could count the total amount of times you’d gotten her off with your own mouth or fingers on one hand. The queasiness in your stomach, however, didn’t fade with her reassurance.

“Do you not like me in that way?” Your voice was small and filled with shame, as if you already knew the question was stupid, but you couldn’t stop the feeling from clawing its way up. Simone’s eyes softened and her long fingers ran along the back of your head.

“Lovie, it’s not like that. You know it takes me a lot to want to be in the mood to receive. It’s got nothing to do with not wanting you. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“But your job is stressful! Surely you’d want some release when you come back?”

“You’re my release, princess.” She whispers, voice lowering as she leans in. “The way you’re so obedient for me, how you spread your legs so eagerly, how wet you get when my fingers barely graze your skin… you’re a fucking sight, princess. And you’re mine.”

The drop in her tone sent a rush of arousal through you. Pursing your lips and squeezing your thighs together, you whine in protest.

“I want to please you!”

“You do fuckin’ please me, lovie. The sight of you on our bed, legs spread open, begging for me to touch you like a good little slut. My good little slut. Makes my head spin. Hearin’ you scream my name as you squirt over my face? A fucking godsend.”

Simone was now shuffling over the couch into your space. You felt the sturdy armrest pressing into your body as you leaned back, face heating and heart thumping. True to her words, your legs were unconsciously spreading for her, accomodating her broad frame as she nestled between your thighs, her large hands caressing your pliant one.

“Simmy…” Your voice was barely above a squeak as she cocked her eyebrow up at you, the smirk on her face deadly.

“What is it, my little princess? What do you need?”

“You.” Simone hummed, shaking her head.

“More specific, princess. You know the rules.” Her hands slid up your thin shirt, tweaking at your nipples and drawing a gasping moan from you.

“Mouth… want your mouth Simmy please.”

“My mouth where?” She pressed, squeezing your tits now in her large hands as her mouth descended on the bare skin of your stomach, pressing soft kisses as she waits for you to reply.

Moaning both in delirious pleasure and frustration, you managed to lift your head up and look down at her with a frown.

“You’re so cruel.” You pouted accusingly at her, and she laughed darkly in response, but she didn’t make any further movements. Not able to resist any longer, you tilted your hips up so they were closer to her mouth. “Want your mouth on my pussy and want you to make me come.”

This time, your girlfriend grinned wickedly, adjusting you both so your legs were thrown over her muscled shoulders.

“My good fucking girl, using her words. Gonna reward you for that.” And she did.

Her lips immediately latched onto your clit after pushing your underwear aside, dragging her tongue up your slit as she moaned, fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs. Moaning into your cunt, she moved down, tongue lapping over your wetness as your fingers wound their way into her hair.

She usually buzzed it short whenever she left for the field, then let it grow. Right now, it was just long enough for you to tug at with your fingers as you cried out her name. Simone had always been godly with her mouth, and tonight was no different.

Tonight, she was taking her time with you, pressing soft kisses over your sensitive flesh, her tongue sliding languidly up your cunt, delving into your wet hole and groaning at your taste.

“So fuckin’ wet f’me lovie. Practically dripping on our couch.” Our couch, she says. You grin amidst the pleasure, thinking about how quickly Simone began to call your home hers as well.

Sucking your clit back into her mouth, she reached down so the pads of her fingers were prodding at your soaked entrance. Clutching at her hair, you rolled your hips, eager to feel the delicious stretch as she pressed her long fingers into you. But she didn’t. Instead, she clicked her tongue and pulled back.

“So greedy tonight, princess. What was all that talk about earlier? Wanting to do all the work? No sweets, you belong here, beneath me writhing and moaning like the little slutty princess you are.”

“Simone.” You whined, rolling your hips once more as your cunt throbbed in need.

“Look at you.” She cooed, grinning salaciously as her eyes raked over your body, clothes having been shoved haphazardly out of the way. “Looking like a proper slag now, princess. Cunt all wet and swollen, perfect tits out on display. Should take a photo.”

Your lips parted at the suggestion, the debate waging in your head.

“Is that what you want?” She hummed thoughtfully.

“Probably not. As much as I’d love to show you off and brag to the blokes that you’re a fuckin’ babe, you’re mine, princess. And only I can see you like this.” To back up her words, Simone’s teeth dragged possessively along your inner thigh, wringing out another moan from you.

Returning her attention to your clit, she flicked it with the tip of her tongue, the barest stimulation still sending shivers up your spine and making your thighs clench around her ears. Ghosting her middle finger down your slit, she pressed it inside you, groaning at the ease.

“Fuck lovie… never gonna get over that feeling.” She pressed another in for good measure and curled, making you squeal and grip her hair tightly, holding her face to your cunt as she ravished you.

“Please… oh god please Simmy. ‘m gonna come.” You panted, heat pooling in you. She pulled back, thumbing your clit as she grinned down at you, fingers still plunging into your slick hole.

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl for me and come, aren’t you? Gonna make a mess all over our couch and make it smell like you?” Now it was her turn to moan as she leaned back down, alternating between her tongue and thumb as she spoke.

“Love the way you smell, the way you taste… I’d live off you if I could, sweet girl. My good girl. Mine.”

“Yours, Simmy… always yours.” You managed to get out, head spinning as your fingers tightened. You were spiralling, her attentiveness to you was unparalleled, knowing exactly where to press, flick, and suck.

Unable to contain the feeling, you cried out, one hand flying to grip the couch below you as your back arched and thighs trembled. You could feel your pussy pulsing around her fingers, clenching around them tighter as the coil in your gut tightened. Your body was tantalisingly close, perched on a knife’s edge before the spring snapped and you moaned her name as your eyes fluttered closed, head tipping back.

Simone hummed contentedly into your pussy, lapping gently as she worked you through your release. Once your body had sagged back down onto the couch and your walls had stopped spasming around her fingers, she lowered back down to place a soft kiss on the hood of your clit. Jerking from overstimulation, you whined softly, but giggled as you opened your eyes blearily to look up into her smiling face.

“So fuckin’ pretty, lovie.” She whispered before diving in to claim your mouth, tongue immediately pressing in so you could taste yourself. Pulling back just as quickly, her eyes darkened with lust, she looked down at you, head cocked slightly.

“Got an idea, princess. Since you had all that talk about doing some work in the bedroom, why don’t you get out that strap of mine that makes you scream?”

Drawing your lip into your mouth, you nodded eagerly, quickly getting up on shaky legs as you stumbled to the bedroom. You could hear Simone laughing as you walked, but you didn’t care. Returning, strap in hand, you held it out to her.

It was a mean thing, cruelly thick and curved, large enough to hit that spot inside you that made you cream with ease, and she knew it too. Standing up, Simone loomed over you, shucking off her jacket and pants revealing her hulking frame, she tugged on the strap before sitting back down on the couch, legs spread in a way that made you want to crawl between them and worship her. But she had other plans.

“Want you to ride me, lovie. Ride my cock until you can’t take it anymore and need me to take over. Wanna watch that pretty face fall apart as you realise you can’t come without me, then I’ll plow you into the couch.” Whining softly, you crawled into her lap, positioning yourself over her strap.

“Be a good girl and ride Daddy’s cock, like a pretty little slut.”

[pochiikou]

- Flirt 100 -

Inspired by Lia-Snow!

[aforeffective]

i’ve talked before about cherry having a cat and bob and the cat being enemies and hating each other so now consider this:

bob and this cat literally are always beefing with each other and cherry is like “bob, she’s a cat. get over it” and so he decides as a peace offering that he’s going to spend a shit ton of money on toys for the cat, to prove to cherry that he can be the bigger person (let me remind you: literally arguing with a cat). and so he spends a ton of money on toys for this cat and then he makes a big show of giving them to the cat in front of cherry and being like “look angel, i can get along with your little demon of a pet” just for him to get absolutely pissed because the cat WILL NOT play with any of the toys he bought. he’s convinced the cat is doing this out of spite on purpose because she loved toys before when cherry bought them but now all of a sudden, she’d rather play with random things around the house than even think about touching a toy. water bottle caps, hair ties, straws? her new favorite things to play with. and if she ever does play with a toy, it is never one of the ones bob bought, it is always one of the ones cherry has gotten for her

(this is inspired by my cat whose current favorite toy is a plastic straw that she found somewhere. no idea where she got it but one day she came over carrying it around in her mouth and now she’s obsessed. she bats it around, she makes us throw it for her to go after, she carries it around the house with her, she brings it to us when we’re sleeping as a gift. she’s obsessed)

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I was scrolling and I saw a video of someone making a drink and they added Cherry-cola flavoring. I immediately thought of Cherry and Soda. I fear the outsiders is taking over my entire brain

[jojosbizarrekakyoinobsession]

I like how Kakyoin is considered “cheery and bright” by the Morioh Gang when comparing him to his boyfriend. By himself, Kakyoin can become as intimidating and grumpy as Jotaro, but I suppose Kak’s talkative personality and his obsession with weirding people out once he grows accustomed to someone (preferably a stand user) can be seen as super appealing to a bunch of loner teenagers. Plus, Kak can relate very easily with Josuke too.

[blood-injections]

Every time i think about the zones i get distraught over the fact that the killjoys cant reach the beach which like isn't even something touched in canon maybe they can who knows but just in headcanon worldbuilding im like yeah lol cant get there for reasons ill elaborate on one day(basically the city is in the way) and just break my own heart because i just. I just know in my heart that Kobra Kid would absolutely fucking shred those barrels. That boy would surf!! We were robbed of beach killjoys and one day yes i will write an au where they can access the beach and i can finallly explore the zones surf culture that lives in my head just as much as the zones racing and skating culture does

[cherries4katsuki]

i’ll give you a cookie and a fat juicy smooch on the lips if you drop some frat bro denki fics/drabbles/oneshots/anything in the comments 😇😇😇

[babisawyer]

Jackie realizing she’s gonna have to take care of shauna and jeff’s ghost baby

[crashandlivewrites]

omg am i your first ask??? anyway, crawling to your inbox on my hands and knees to please ask for dom!soap overstimming reader <3 like she’s overwhelmed from work and can’t get her brain to shut off so johnny forces her brain to melt by making her cum over and over again. idk i just think that would be yummy :(

You know you are, Cherry darling <3 taking my ask virginity. Enjoy me not shutting up about your (our) man xx

As requested: Dom!Soap x fem!reader

CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, overstim, degradation, Johnny being nasty and mean (but that’s normal), me ranting my ass off

“Hen, what’ve I told ye about overworkin’ yerself?” Johnny growled as he stepped over the threshold, home from the gym. Chucking his towel and bag in the corner and shutting the door behind him, he marched over to where you were sitting at the table. You were seated in the exact same place you were when he’d left for the gym and the same place you’d been when he’d woken up this morning. Tugging your chair back, he slid his body between you and your laptop, frown evident on his face.

“I’m just finishing things up, Johnny. Need to get this last thing done—”

“No, hen. Yer not.” There was no room for argument in his tone, so you shut your mouth and furrowed your brows together in annoyance. “Dinnae look at me like that, I’m in a right mood tae punish ye.”

“For what? I’m trying to finish this.” You snapped, trying to reach over his shoulder for your laptop, but he grabbed your wrist, pinning it to your side as he raised his brow.

“Dinnae give me that attitude, hen. Yer walkin’ a thin line.” His voice lowered and eyes narrowed, sending shivers down your spine. Meeting his hard gaze, you reached out with your other arm for the laptop again, attempting to click the save button on the email you’d been drafting when he snapped.

“Fuckin’ brat. Ye naw listenin’ tae me. Gonna give it tae ye now.” Standing up and throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom where he unceremoniously dumped you onto the bed, before manhandling you so you were bent over the end of it, face pressing into the sheets.

“Johnny—” You gasped out, but you were interrupted by a sharp click of his tongue.

“Shut it, ye wee slut. I gave ye a chance and ye didnae listen.” His hands were rough as he stripped your bottom half bare, kicking your legs apart to expose your cunt which, much to your embarrassment and his delight, was already wet. Johnny chuckled darkly as he ran his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers as he cooed. “Haven’t even touched ye, hen. Mah good wee slut, ain’t ye?”

He allowed two of his thick fingers to slide into you slowly, clicking his tongue again as he felt you try and shift to pull away. A hand came down to slap sharply on your ass.

“Ye lost the right tae move, hen. Already proved tae me ye cannae take care of yerself.” Curling his fingers, he pressed directly against that spongy spot that he knew made you moan. You did just that, tilting your hips back to meet his fingers as he thrust them into you. “Look at ye. Fuckin’ slut takin’ my fingers. Listen to yer pussy. She’s fuckin’ missed me. All wet and leakin’., makin’ the sweetest sounds fer me.”

He kneeled down between your spread legs, ignoring your cries and calls of his name. Instead, he crooned directly to your pussy as he added another finger, producing slick sounds that made you want to bury your face into the bed.

“I ken I’ve been neglecting ye. But dinnae fash, I’ll make ye feel so good tonight, aye? Make up fer lost time.”

“Please… Johnny I need—” You yelped as another hard strike stung your ass cheek.

“Naw, bonnie. Ye get nae say in this. This is between me and ye bonnie wee cunt. At least I’ve got one lassie that listens tae me.” Whining, you dug your fingers into the sheets, turning your head to look back at your boyfriend over your shoulder, who was pointedly looking at your sopping cunt and not you.

“C’mon bonnie. Cum fer me, aye?” He cooed, leaning in so his tongue could dance over your clit.

And you did. Over. And over. And over until slick covered your inner thighs, the bed, his fingers, his face…

“Please Johnny… I can’t… no more please!” You cried, struggling to form the words as your legs were numb and trembling, making it virtually impossible to push him away.

“Yer still talkin’ hen, clearly need to muddle ye brain more. Ye can handle another one, aye? Ain’t even shoved my cock in ye yet.”

Johnny was usually the most impatient bastard around, but when it came to teaching you a lesson… he suddenly had all the patience and self-control in the world.

“Besides, ain’t heard yer safe word yet, bonnie thing. Ye remember it, dinnae ye?” Chucking, he spun you around so you were sprawled on your back, hooking your knees over his elbows and looming over you. “Gonna be a good girl fer me? Gonna listen tae me next time I tell ye to take a break?”

Heavily panting and body lax from climax after climax, you gave him a small nod and his responding smile was wicked. Letting go of one of your legs, he reached down to drag his thick cock along your slit before pressing in. Johnny moaned loudly as he slid in right to the hilt, meeting no resistance.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, hen. Pussy feels s’fuckin good ‘n wet. Gonna fuck ye, breed ye til ye cannae even think of work nae more.”

[liyazaki]

Cherry Magic is one of my all-time top BLs, so I kept my expectations firmly set to rock bottom- but the classic CM vibe was immaculate & ep 1 overall was absolutely delightful. brava, TayNew!

[allgirlskillinggame]

i forgot to post this. first image is from late november, second is from may

[maraschinotopped]

happy super bomberman r 2 release day!!! what do you mean the game has been out for 4 days now

[mewtwobootleg]

2:00am pringles