#complaining about it makes you look like a whiny bitch

[mikalilys]

Goodnight to everyone except the people who use those tiktok sounds (like the “I hate Vietnam” one) to hate on fics and other peoples headcanons

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

cw: hate fucking, degradation, spitting, face slapping (only one time tho), soft!toji at the end

hate sex with toji :( he's such a meanie as he fucks you rapidly and angrily, pulling out right when you're about to cum :( and don't even think about complaining. "fucking whiny bitch." he speaks through his gritted teeth. "you're always used to getting everything you want, hm? not with me."

his big hand holds your jaw as he demands you open your mouth, spitting on it and making you swallow. he doesn't gives you space to try to bring up why you were arguing earlier. "shut the fuck up." he looks so angry and impatient, this time he makes sure to fuck you until you cum, making you brain dead so you can't talk back, all that ranting is making his head fucking hurt. and when you cum on his cock for the like, 5th time, he has a shit eating grin on his face, mumbling mean things in your ear. "can't talk back? tell me. talk to me. who's in charge now?" and he slaps your face when you don't answer, punctuating his words with deep, strong trusts. "when i speak to you i expect you to fucking answer me." and his grin only widens when you scream his name. "i-i'm sorry, toji. i'm sorry." and that's what he wants to hear. what he needs to hear to slow down and make sweet love to you, so you can't even recognise the man that was fucking you with so much anger.

dividers by aquazero.

[withlovemark]

Could you write whiny bf Haechan cause you won’t kiss, hug or cuddle him cause your busy pls? (make it long pls)

an: i tried to make this as long as i can!

warning: suggestive

“baby, im hereee,” you hear the excitement from haechan! as he entered your apartment.

“in here,” you quickly reply from your office, eyes glued to your computer, fingers typing away at the last minute task your boss had sent you.

“hi, baby,” you hear the smile in his voice, excited for the free day he finally had to be with you not knowing that you were already too deep and focused on the work in front of you.

confused as to why you haven’t reciprocated his energy, haechan makes his way over to you, softly whispering, “i said im hereee,” he teases, landing a soft kiss upon your temple.

you quickly pull away, “later, donghyuck,” knowing that the boy next to you is your biggest distraction.

“government name and everything, huh,” he frowns, arms crossed.

you were being unreasonable, you know that. but you also know that the faster you get this done, the faster you can spend the rest of your day with him - uninterrupted. so until you finish, he would just have to deal with it.

“haechan, im busy. later, ok?” you say, gentler this time but still not sparing him a glance.

“ugh fineeeee,” he says standing up, “i’ll be in your room…dying! if you even care!,” he complains dramatically before storming off and you can't help but quietly giggle to yourself at your boyfriend’s dramatic antics. you sure did miss it so.

15 minutes later

haechans booming voice startled you as he popped into the doorway of your office, making you lose focus, “can we makeout now!?”

“no...leave,” you say sternly, waving him off.

harsh, but needed to be done or else you would never get anything done.

he sighs, loudly marching back to your bedroom, making sure you could hear every step of betrayal he is currently feeling.

to be fair, you did feel awful about it. you also wanted nothing more but to wrap him in your arms.

-

10 minutes later

“how about now?,”

“haechan-,”

“babyyyy, you havent even kissed me, like hello, what happened to ‘hi my sexy adorable boyfriend haechannie i missed you so much come get all the kisses from every day you were away!?’” he pouts and you almost! break at his desperation.

“later, i promise,” you say carefully.

“you said that 25 minutes ago, its later now,”

“i really need to get this done, i promise i’m all yours after,” you give him a smile and he has no choice but to retreat back into the bedroom.

when a bad bitch tells you to do something, you just gotta do it.

-

40 minutes later

he tried. he really tried to be in his best behavior but this is absolutely ridiculous.

“okay its been past an hour, i can't take it anymore, if you don't give me at least one kiss i'm breaking up with you,” he threatens.

“haechan don't be dramatic,”

“baby i can feel myself rotting away!,” he says falling to his knees for an even more dramatic effect.

“go play a game of league, it’ll make time move faster,”

“i dont want to do thattt, i want to cuddle and hold your hand and kiss you until i can't breathe,”

“20 more minutes, pleaseee,” pulling out your puppy eyes and buying you more time.

he agrees, of course, but his patience is on thin ice.

-

exactly 20 minutes and not a second later

“heyyy my beautiful amazing girlfriend, are you ready to cuddle?,” he barges in once again.

seeing that you are still nose deep into your computer, typing away like there’s no tomorrow, he lets out a sigh.

“ok, that’s it,” marching into your office, haechan picks you up from your computer chair as you let out a startled scream before he gently places you back down on his lap, your eyes meeting the bright screen you’ve been facing for the past hour.

“what are you doing?,” you look back at him curiously.

“just wanna hold you,” he smiles innocently, hands immediately wrapping around your waist you sigh, letting it slide as you continue to work, sitting comfortably on his lap.

he keeps his word for a while watching you type then delete then retype until it all got too boring.

slowly, he moves his hand from your waist to your thighs.

“haechan-,” you warn him.

“what?, just massaging you baby, you’re so tense,” he grins, kissing your shoulder. you try your best to ignore him, not wanting to give in and haechan takes this as a sign to continue.

pushing your shorts to the side, he starts rubbing you above your panties. your breath hitches in your throat and as much as you want to tell him to stop, you can’t seem to find the words to do so. as soon as he found that spot, the clicking keyboard stopped and your boyfriend can’t help but smirk.

“will you kiss me now?,” he pleads, turning your face towards him, “pleaseee,” he pouts and you find yourself leaning in like a magnet…until…

a zoom call from your boss starts ringing throughout the room, snapping you out of your haze.

you panic, pushing haechan out of the view, before composing yourself and answering the call.

haechan sighs in defeat, guess you really do got to work.

-

two hours later

you finally finished! stretching your limbs out from sitting for so long, you wonder why the house is so quiet

“haechan!,” you excitedly call out to your boyfriend, ready to give him your full attention but you’re met with nothing but silence.

walking into your bedroom, you find your boyfriend sprawled out on your bed, light snores filling the air. you make your way to him, quietly laying by his side, careful not to wake him up, lightly brushing aside the strands of hair that have fallen over his eyes.

his hair is so long now, making you realize how much time has actually passed since you last saw him. gently you trace his features, from his sharp nose to his plump lips, the moles that sit upon his cheeks, memorizing every detail.

at your touch, haechan’s eyes flutter open, “hi,” you whisper, waking him up from his slumber.

it takes a while for him to regain his voice, looking into your eyes “am i dreaming?”

you giggle and he cant help but give you a lazy smile, “no, im here… im sorry i couldn't be present earlier, i just wanted to get it all done so i’d have more time with you,” you explain to him and he nods right away.

“it’s okay baby i understand,” he reassures you, pulling you closer.

”no, it was supposed to be an us day,” you pout, you really did feel bad about it.

”baby its okayyyy, we still have the rest of the day,” he says, placing a kiss on the frown that has etched its way upon your forehead. you sigh in content, hugging him even tighter.

“can we make out now?,” he teases, breaking the heartwarming moment the two of you were having.

you giggle before pulling him in, his soft lips finally connecting with yours.

“god, i’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs against your lips and you can't help but moan as he pulls you in closer and closer.

your hand makes its way down, palming him through his grey sweats and he can’t help but whine under your touch, “haechannie-” you purr.

“yeah, baby?,” he whimpers.

“finish what you started earlier?,” your request earns you a smirk from him.

“yes ma’am,” he salutes before finally giving you what you both have been waiting for.

-

an: thanks for requesting! had a lot of fun writing this one! im a sucker for anything haechan but whiny, annoying, desperate bf! haechan is definitely on top of that list >.<

[deeversuswords]

‧˚₊ Shotgun in his car

pairing: bakugou katsuki/f!reader summary: random thoughts about Katsuki and driving word count: ~800 words contains: slight nsfw, mostly fluff, aged-up • ao3 link a/n: I blame this song for putting the thought in my already "crying over bakugou katsuki on a daily basis" brain. before I kick myself out, as a bonus "thought": rolled-up sleeves. enjoy 🧡

Bakugou Katsuki, your boyfriend who pulls up in front of U.A after getting his driver’s license, where you’re supposed to meet up with him, and whistles at you, the sharp tune a shared secret. His proud grin widens when your head jerks up and all you manage is half a curse in his direction as you startle. He knows the words died on your tongue at the sight of him in the driver seat of a car you don’t recognize. Of course not, it was his parents’ gift for his eighteenth birthday, one he hid from you for this very moment. He melts inside when you climb in, throw your arms around his neck, and smother his face with kisses as you squeal out your congratulations. Putting up with all the dumb instructions from his driving instructor was worth it if this was his reward.

Bakugou Katsuki whose strides hold more arrogance when he returns to the dorms and waves his driver's license to everyone. He was the first to turn eighteen, and now, he’s the first with a driver's license. His chuckles resonate just right when your friends groan exasperated and complain how they have to wait, but congratulate him nonetheless and wiggle their eyebrows because Katsuki with a license means a free drive. Wrong.

Bakugou Katsuki plays taxi driver for no one except you. You—the reason why those free drives he vehemently denies become a thing. When you ask him, pretty eyes peering into his, Katsuki thinks “Hell no”, but his mouth says, “Whatever. Fine.” And there are rules. No eating or drinking. Wear a seatbelt. Don’t be obnoxiously noisy. And the strictest of them all: no one, not even his parents, is allowed to sit in the passenger seat. Hell breaks loose on anyone who tries. “That’s my girl’s seat. Get in the back”—not a statement, but an order. It’s that same seat that becomes the first thing he modifies in his car with his first paycheck. Every last yen goes into the best material, best cushion, best everything because your comfort is his. And it’s so fucking worth it when you cuddle up in your new seat with a big smile on your face and love is all he feels when you say, “God, Kat. You’re spoiling me too much” and pull him by his collar into a mind-numbing kiss.

Bakugou Katsuki and driving with one hand, a habit born out of a passing comment you made about how hot he looked when he did that. His brain rewired on your words, spoken in a nearly whiny tone. But with the rewiring came a whole lot of other things. Like his free hand resting on your thigh. Sometimes his fingers trace random patterns and innocently knead and pinch. Other times, they glide higher and tease, twitch with need when your legs instinctively spread for more of what only he can give you. It is for that reason that Katsuki memorized where in the city the secluded places were. Once his name passes your lips on a breathy moan, he knows no driving, only how to pull over and make you come all over his fingers.

Bakugou Katsuki who finds an outlet in driving late at night when stress gets to him and sleep is being a bitch. Becomes his routine, and slowly yours too. “You’re more important than my sleep, Kat. I’m right there with you,” you told him one night when he got angry at himself for daring to disturb your sleep for the third time that week. He kissed you right after, hungrier than ever, insatiable for your love and everything you meant to his world. Katsuki didn’t care that you wore only a T-shirt—one of his old ones—as he dragged you out of your shared apartment and into his car after allowing you a minute to put shoes on. That drive was a learning experience so now, among the many things crowding his calendar, are the nights promising a clear sky. Because he needs a repeat of his car parked on some random grassy field on the outskirts of the city. To watch you beam at the starry sky above and drown in your joy as you tug on the sleeve of his T-shirt, pointing at the constellations and naming what he already knows because Katsuki always listens when it’s you. Eventually, he silences you with a kiss, his love burning too bright and too hot; it overwhelms him. His head spins and spins. It’s a blur that temporarily clears when you finally ease down on him in the backseat of his car, your gaze locked with his lovesick one, hands grabbing everywhere they can. It’s the only time when Katsuki goes against your wishes of fucking you hard. Not a romantic in the literal sense of the word, but the way everything gravitates together in the moment changes his usual pace into something softer. He makes love to you. Heart wide open, soul bare.

[haunted-planes]

Some train facts that may help for your living train oc:

(From a dude who is a train mechanic and casually drives subways and city trains for years.)

Trains eat a lot of sand, some prefer mixtures with oil and other minerals but no matter what train you choose for your oc, sand is a crucial substitute for a healthy and happy train.

Rails are lubed by trains. The more trains drive on the same track the smoother the ride. (Fun idea if you wanna follow a train’s traces.)

Trains, including electric trains require a variety of oil, lubes, fluids and other liquids to operate. (Fun ideas for food or cosmetics products for trains. Fr, some materials look so freaking delicious)

Sudden and fast movements are painful for trains and can bend trails. Trains are powerful but they need more time to build up speed.

Subway trains have a burning hatred for pigeons. The amount of dead pigeons in tunnels is INSANE, despite all efforts to stop them from entering tunnels, pigeons are very passionate about flying into their dead trap.

The newest generation of trains panic about little intervention. Very anxious and scream at lot (at the driver)

All trains have graffiti on them. If it’s not outside then it’s on the inside.

Street trains or bims are like chihuahuas in my eyes. They may be small but they are thought and ready to fight anyone.

Modern Trains have several cameras inside and outside, they can see all around their body or what their passengers are up to.

Some trains are whiny bitches and constantly need service while others never complain about anything for years. (There is a fucked up reason for that but that’s a deep rabbit hole I won’t go into the details)

You don’t want to meet train drivers, they’re insane.

You absolutely don’t want to meet subway drivers, they’re insane beyond measure.

Trains honk at everything that’s near their trails.

Trains are surprisingly quiet while moving on trails. They can take you by surprise. (They did many times) Please stay away from trails.

Stopping a train is difficult, it’s nothing like a car or truck, When they arrive into a station, trains hit their brakes way before they can see the station. That’s why trains can’t stop in time when there is an obstacle on the rails.

All trains have ONE head. Most modern trains rear and front end look exactly the same, both ends have cockpits with very similar controls but their main controls are located on the head. They look like that to confuse predators.

This is optional but it makes sense to me that trains are very sensitive about their rails, they treat them like it’s part of their body, especially the ones in their region and base. You can’t compare them like cars on the road, it’s a completely different dynamic for trains.

That’s all for now, I started writing this in July and collected ideas over the months from my personal experience with driving and fixing trains. I will probably do a part 2 since I still have a lot to learn. You should be able to look up everything on the internet.

Feel free to add your own ideas below.

[bindeds]

⊹・° ｡ㅤ BOYFRIEND VOX / LUCIFER / ALASTOR X FEM READER HEADCANONS ! — now i know alastor is aroace so i am once again making a post that acknowledges that as much as possible, meaning his headcanons can also be seen as platonic and his nsfw section doesn’t involve him engaging in the act of sex. i also made an aroace friendly headcanons post on alastor if you wanna check that out!

contains nsfw (+18) and it will be in a separate section <3 please credit me if you use these gifs!

mlist. request status.

VOX.

this man pampers the SHIT out of you and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you’re out walking in the streets of hell and you so much as look at a branded purse for a second longer than usual, it’s in your hands within the next five seconds. same goes for literally anything—clothes, shoes, sunglasses, books, anything you could want that isn’t a gadget, because he already gives you his latest models—only the finest for his girl.

he teleports to your phone screen whenever you ignore him, and you don’t tell him that you find it particularly endearing. the way he’s just so whiny for your attention that he’d act all petty and crash all your apps so you’re forced to look him in the face.

has the most funniest fucking pet names for you i just KNOW IT HAHA like think shrek’s prince charming. i just know that when you call him from a different room he’d definitely say shit like “just a second honey kisses!” like HAHAH I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

DEFINITELY loves having you sit on his lap while he works. i just know this man is a thigh grabber.

he loves when you dress in sweater vests, preferably in brighter colors but it’s cute when you use more muted colors as well.

relating back to my first point, this man loves taking you to extravagant AND I MEAN extravagant dates. i imagine one of them would be getting the both of you a literal floating table in the red skies of hell so you can see the entire pentagram from where you dine. he would have the food freshly delivered from the finest chefs he knows but he also seems like the type who would forget your favorite food, then demand that the food switched out with a snap of his fingers.

i’m judging this purely off of ‘stayed gone’ but he has a TON of terrible jokes up his sleeves, and they border on dad jokes at this point. you simply roll your eyes and kiss him for being so silly.

i just know this man comes home to you and WHINES. like, no matter what it is, he’ll always have something to complain about from work and you’re happy to listen to him bitch and moan about the smallest things ever. he also lays down on your lap and you to rub his shoulders and console him, whatever it is. you know he appreciates it because he usually always responds with something along the lines of “you’re right, baby, i do push myself too hard!” and you coo at him while continuing to console him further.

VOX NSFW !

i know he definitely gets irritated when someone interrupts his work but would be so into having sex on the job, and even loves ignoring calls from the vees for you. but of course doing it one too many times has its consequences, and he laughs nervously the one time he backs out. i can just imagine him going, “oh, haha, uh—sorry baby, i uh—listen i know we usually—it’s—FUCK um—just—just five minutes okay baby?”

i know this man’s hickeys feel like tiny zaps on your skin, and the marks reflect that instead of bruises

regarding the ‘sitting on his lap’ thing … you tried riding his thigh once and he DID NOT like that. seconds after you were sitting on his cock, crying his name from how he was just pumping into you mercilessly.

“still wanna tease me on my own fucking thigh, sweetie?” he clicks his tongue and grunts right after, his hands on your waist was enough to leave bruises.

that being said, he makes sure valentino never catches sight of you. the things you do to this man is beyond anything he could have thought and somehow, he feels uneasy at the fact that the way you have sex with him was DEFINITELY porn worthy and the thought of you being on camera in that way makes him want to wrap all of himself around you like a blanket to cover you from all of hell.

LUCIFER.

ironically, this man does NOT give you the world. instead, he gives you casual nights out turned into nights where you share all your secrets with him, and he tells you everything might not be okay now, or ever, but whatever it is, he’ll be right there with you. think going to your favorite diners, cruising and carpooling along the quieter side of hell, screaming at the top of your lungs. this man is all about authenticity. he wants the bond, not the experience.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you every now and then—he definitely does research on the best bars in the ring and takes you out every month during your monthsaries and gets you at least 10 different gifts—half of which are little trinkets you and him picked up from your little adventures together.

unironically so fucking good at picking out jewelry for you. you don’t know how he does it, but every time you both visit a jewelry store, you always pick out necklaces and rings and he always comes to you with pieces that just look way more stunning on you. he always insists on being the one to slip the rings onto your fingers or chain the necklaces at the back of your neck, and he always flies up to do it.

he sometimes visits you as a bird and flies through your window. you like stroking his little cheek and it always causes him to transform suddenly which catches you off guard, and he uses this opportunity to kiss you.

he makes rubber duckies modeled after you!! all of them have different outfits from all the times you spend together.

forehead touches. so important for him, he does it so often and it’s nothing short of endearing.

this man COOKS and he COOKS WELL. every now and then when you both stay home he always whips up five-star restaurant grade steak for you, same goes for his carbonara, fish and chips, ramen, fried rice, stew—whatever it is, he loves making it with his own two hands and loves cooking for you.

lucifer makes his own clothes seeing as his hat has a gold snake and an apple on it which only really related to him, and he also has a unique circus vibe to his clothing. he made his clothes out of magic but after meeting you he wanted to get into sewing to make you something from scratch.

LUCIFER NSFW !

i absolutely agree with a lot of lucifer stans on him being a definite switch BUT i just know that if this man tops, he tops HARD. i mean, we’re talking about the angel who successfully seduced not just the FIRST WOMAN to ever exist, but the SECOND TOO. WHILE SHE WAS LOYAL TO ADAM. I FEEL LIKE THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF

he’d definitely do a multitude of things while trying out a few kinks to see just what kind of top flusters you. if you like service tops, he found out when he insisted on fingering you right after he’d brought you to orgasm with his tongue. dominant top? he found out when he crawled on top of you and said, “take it off for me, lovely.” all while leaving a trail of hickeys all from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone. the list goes on.

no matter if he tops or bottoms, this man begs, and its especially orgasm-worthy when he does it as a bottom. you’re riding him to your own climax and he’s close too and he goes, “ohhh god fuck please let me cum honey—let me cum please fuck! can i cum can i cum my love? i won’t until you say so oh fuck please baby—”

he knows when you’re pent up. apparently you give of a certain set of cues through body language only he sees and he’s observed it from you in all sorts of situations; going out with friends, sitting in bed with a book, tapping a pencil to your lip—it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he can tell. and he never tells you how.

seeing as he usually has to fly up to kiss you on the lips, he takes every opportunity he has in bed just to kiss you. he could be going so damn rough on you that the neighbors can hear and he’d still be making out with you so damn hard.

definitely prides himself on cunnilingus. i know everyone mentions this because of the v he made to his lips but it just makes sense for him to do that if he’s good at it! he becomes a grunting, begging, whimpering mess when you suck him off but when he eats you out? you compare it to how restaurants have a signature dish—lucifer’s is whatever miracles he can perform with his tongue.

ALASTOR.

i think this is obvious because he literally hosts possibly the most famous radio broadcast in the entire ring, but this man has a way with words.

“to put it simply my dear, i just never thought the stars could walk on dirty streets, let alone ones that belong in hell,” he sighs with an almost dreamy tone to it as he rested chin on his knuckles, leaning closer to you from the other side of the table with his elbow propped up on it. “but it seems you’re living proof of that.”

you took that as his way of explaining his aromanticism and asexuality to you, even if he isn’t fully aware of those terms yet.

“how did a lovely thing like you end up with a gruesome animal such as myself?”

nonetheless, you and him are partners and he owns it, even if he’ll never admit that it is daunting for someone who has never felt this way about anyone else before. someone who has never liked anyone romantically before. he owns it because he doesn’t want the one person he’s ever loved to slip from his grasp. not when he was just so used to getting what he wants using his own bare hands.

seeing as he is aroace, he doesn’t kiss you directly on the lips but hugs you all the time and maybe kisses cheek-to-cheek.

he listens to your gossip and even arranges dates for you both to properly get together and just dish. he gossips back sometimes too, but not too much as he feels like that would be like treating you like the other friends he has. he’d rather spend this time he has with you focusing on, well, you, not other people’s foolish mistakes. but he sees how excited you are to tell him these things sometimes so, he listens still.

regularly slow dances with you, especially to old romantic songs the both of you like. it’s one of the rare times physical contact doesn’t feel foreign to him as he’s danced with many women, and he actually finds it endearing when you press your head on his chest. it shows that you feel safe around him, and that’s the best thing that could happen for him when you’re dating one of the most feared and powerful overlords in hell.

always does house chores with you even though he could use his powers to just speed up the process. something about cleaning up together just feels so intimate to him compared to physical touch.

ALASTOR NSFW !

he hates being touched, no question about that—but he also doesn’t like to see you pent up. he understands that everyone has their own desires, however filthy they might be—but your own are as good as sacred. you’re the one thing he treasures beyond all others and just as you can’t change the fact that he’s aroace, he can’t change the fact that you have needs.

so he comes up with something just for you; he asks if it would help if he talked you through it. praising or degrading you, whichever you prefer. telling you how much he misses having your hands on his, feeling you close to him. when he says this, he imagines you both dancing as you usually do, but of course, as you masturbate, you’re thinking of something else. this happens when he’s not in the room but he leaves his mic behind to act as a phone for the both of you.

“are you close, love? will you finish for me?” “y-yes …” “good girl.”

i imagine after a while of being with him, he would have seen you naked a few times on accident but he brushes it off well because there’s never anything sexual tied to it. so, when he is in the room while you get off, he’d use his powers to have a glowing green chain around your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“do you like it when i do this to you, hm? tell me just how much you relish being my good girl.”

[dipperscavern]

hey!!! i’m mean jon anon (https://www.tumblr.com/dipperscavern/756299449931825152/post-resurrection-jon-snow-fucks-mean-mean-in-a) reporting with new thoughts!!!!

jon snow is an ass man, he just is. i don’t make the rules (… or do i?) if anyone asks him what is his favorite part about you, he will probably say your smile or your eyes or your passionate and strong personality…. even when he drunkenly slurs to you how much he loves that bum…

and it is kinda cute!!! when he stands behind you, his hand on your hip is dangerously close to your ass cheek, but not on it!!! he does absolutely not touch your ass in public, like bitch please he is a gentleman. a quick peck on the lips and a little pat on the ass.

but it’s his own punishment, he is polite and well spoken, he loves you and worships the ground you walk on…. if someone looks at you too much, touches you, flirts with you. he can’t be mean in public, he can’t bark them away from you. he is the king in the north goddamnit, if he wanted, he could have a messy fluid-disgusting make out session with you while grabbing and squeezing your ass and no one would dare to object, but his own morals and ideas of what is proper are digging his own grave.

so he just stares, and clench his fist. a little frown on his face, he is clearly discontent. and will complain later (possessive jon will be extended later….)

SO… he fucks you from behind, one side of your face on the mattress hips in the air. drunk in the view of your ass cheeks bouncing against his hips. clap clap clap fills the room with your whines and he really can’t help himself when his hands grab your cheeks, opening up for him to have the whole view.

pretty pussy drooling on him, little puckered hole winking. so inviting. he pushed his body on you, until his back is on your back, fully weight on you. your mind blurry by his big body and warm against you. his lips leaving kisses on your shoulder, with his left hand still on your globe and the other cupping your jaw, with his thumb making his way into your mouth without much a problem. he lets out a groan when you start sucking, so eager and dirty. with his finger alllllllll wet, he goes back to his initial position (of course, after leaving a quick kiss on your temple). spanks your ass with his left hand, making sure you are still open for him. enjoying your little jump. his right hand with his wet thumb, pressing so gentle against your tight hole.

you let out a gasp, clenching the sheets between your fists. jon you call out, on surprise. a humming noise is your response, his way of telling you he is listening, for you to go on. his thrusts are deep and slow now, making sure it’s not too much for his sweet girl. please you continue. you don’t even know what you are pleading for. faster? stop? more? jon still has his thumb in your hole, still thrusting. he knows what you want. but he’s going to make you say it (so mean :( ) please what, darling? and his thumb slowly entering makes you gasp louder for please, please i need it please- so bad- but he is not letting go so easy oh love, what do you need? want it faster or need this pretty hole fucked by my cock too? oh gods he is dirty mouthed when he gets like this, this side so brutally needy and rough to own all of you (like he doesn’t already own your soul). but even in your ditzy mind state you want to make the beast in him growl. in your whiny fucked-dumb voice you finally said any- please- fuck any of them- i’m yours. by the end of that night, you confirm your theory. jon snow is a gentleman but he fucks you like a mean man. dirty and disgusting. stuffs all of your holes and makes you say over and over again anything he wants.

ps.: i didn’t find anything in your blog that said something against anal, so if you aren’t into it i’m sorry 😭😭😭 ignore that part…

Hey so i actually need you to become a writer right now haha no biggie lol i’m only going a little insane

i’m not even an anal gal like that but… i’d do it. THE ACCURACY IN WHICH U POTRAY HIM HAS ME SHOOK. JON SNOW IS AN ASS MAN. the kiss on your temple his back draped over yours him humming letting u know he’s listening…. i’m so sorry i don’t have much to add you’ve rendered me speechless i’m just leaving this here haha (i need to be cas-evaced by helicopter)

[jjmaybankssurfergf]

Heated

Requested by a lovely lovely anon 😘😘

warnings: angst, cursing, fluff, making up, not proof read, jj drinking and smoking toooo much but thats ok 🤫

AU: This took awhile and i'm sorry about that nonnie, i really hope you enjoy it though! just a blurb btw

JJ had gotten home late that night, from work. He was beyond exhausted, he delt with kooks all day and was super irritated. He came home to you in a very very happy mood, which meant you would be non stop talking and you would be all over jj. He walked through the door, dropping his bag on the floor going into the kitchen grabbing out a beer from the fridge. That’s when you snuck up on him wrapping your arms around him “Boo” jj glanced behind him annoyed “Not now please, I’m tired” he says pushing you off him.

You pout “but I missed you I didn’t get to see you all day” you whine wrapping your arms around him again. He rolled his eyes sighing turning to face you. "Y/N i told you not right now, i'm fucking exhausted and i don't want to be touched all over right now. Give me some damn space" you frowned letting go but you take his beer instead going to the couch to drink it, instead of him. He gave you a look, an irritated one when you took his beer. He followed you over to the couch as you sat down drinking his beer. "Excuse you, but thats my beer. Give it back"

"No" you say taking another sip "Y/N i'm not fucking playing around right now. Give me my beer" you looked at him still not giving up the beer and you took another sip from it again giving him a scowl "No, you don't need it. Your in a bad mood i'm not letting you get drunk when your all pissy and whiny" that was JJ's last straw, he stomped over snatching the beer from you "I'm fucking done with you being a brat! I'm absolutely fucking done! All you do is bitch and complain! 'You never wanna cuddle' 'oh you never wanna lay with me' boo hoo shit! I work i'm too busy for your bullshit, and your so fucking annoying. If your so damn miserable then Leave!"

"Maybe i will! Your always such a jerk, and you constantly work and never make time for me! All you do is smoke weed and drink beer JJ, so yeah i complain a lot because thats all you ever do!" you storm out going into your bedroom slamming the door, JJ sat out on the couch rubbing his head finishing his beer he had. He did drink and smoke a lot but was it really that much? he thought. Was it that much that your guys' relationship was going to shit? He sat there a little longer before getting up to go to your room, opening the door walking in "Baby, i'm sorry- I know i'm a jerk sometimes and i just- i just feel bad" you look at him still upset, but it had subsided when you. saw the look on his face "i really do love and care about you, y/n and i'm so sorry i'm always busy" you get up going towards him "i love you too, its ok. I was being kinda selfish too" you say hugging him, he wrapped his arms around you holding tightly. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face kissing your cheek "i don't wanna argue like that again ok?" he says holding you close "ok" you reply kissing him "promise?" he asks "promise."

More note: i think i rewrote this at least 5 times before settling on it

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[hyewka]

dominating..ceo soobin….dominating CEO SOOBIN!!!

using his tie as bondage ..haha im normal about this haha..but hear me out!!!!! hes a total nepo baby, getting the ceo position because of his father. different than his older brother in the sense that he thinks following in the steps of his father is his duty, none of that sense of “carrying tradition” translates well to his work though bcs he effing fucks up virtually everything that he touches. terrible at his job (nobody really tells him though) that his father has to literally hire someone to take it upon themselves to make the right decisions..so basically he has his CEO title for show. terrible at negotiation but not at asserting his dominance in the work space lol has the face of steel, not cracking a smile at any formal work events (not everyone knows hes playing with the cuffs of his stupidly expensive suit behind his back).

networking networking..networking!!! you approached mr. choi for networking. like everybody else. being friends with your ceo is unlikely, but being friendly with him would give you some perks. itd be hard though, considering the reputation he holds (cold, aloof, distant…bleh). with your simple black dress paired with pearl accessories to compliment it and your glass of wine in hand, you walk up to the rigid man by the weirdly empty bar. soobin is…awkward, really awkward. stumbles around his words when he offers a longer response to you, definitely is unprofessional with the way he just cant hide the blush on his cheeks and the fact that he even mildly finds you attractive. okay so change of plans, you’re flirting with your boss. harmless fun, everyones sort of drunk and in their own world with their plus ones anyway. “what department do you work in?”

“mm, you’re quite a curious guy.” you hide the amused smile managing to break through at seeing how his eyes widen, looking like his brains working at hundreds of miles per hour, “i’m in marketing.”

“oh, i hope you don’t take this the wrong way—sorry if you feel uncomfortable with so many questions.”

“i don’t mind them, keep asking.” you were definitely crossing an invisible territory with the way you bat your lashes at him, swirling your drink, pushing your tits up..just a bit.

himbo soobin getting more tipsy by the minute, he definitely becomes a little loose, a lot more confident with his words, though more susceptible to your teasing remarks, getting flustered every time you decide to slur your voice and actually hold eye contact.

now imagine you end up pushing soobin in a bathroom definitely not meant to fit two, at the party where hundreds of your coworkers are present, and giving him a fucking …handjob. “the bathroom?” he whispers, shocked at his whereabouts. you don’t pay him much mind as you hurriedly unbuckle his jeans, “raise your hands.” you order.

when you realize he didn’t listen to you, you take it upon yourself to take untie his tie, to which he audibly complains, “wait no—my outfitttt..”

“do you want to get like, the handjob of your life or are you going to keep being a whiny bitch?”

you’re not sure where the surge of confidence comes from (considering he could fire you with the snap of his fingers), but it shuts him up. using his expensive tie to keep his hands restrained, arms up high while you play with the himbos dick, haha…im gonna pass because the way hed be sooo whiny, whimpers slipping through but even more so when you experiment with dirty talk to see how he reacts—trying an insult about his work ethic, and how everyone sees him as incompetent, destined to throw the company to the ground..oh yup, there it is, his dick’s reacting. beads of precum’s dribbling down his tip, and you coo having found what he likes. “mr. choi likes getting degraded? imagine if your subordinates found out…”

“don’t—don’t tell anybody..please” its barely a whisper through the gasps you pull out of him every sudden speed up on his girth, but you could pick up on it.

you could’ve reassured him that you won’t, his secrets safe with you, pathetic ceo who likes to be dominated by a woman?!?!! scandalous!!! you obviously wouldn’t tell anybody, and you’ll make sure to clear that up after this but…having some fun wouldn’t hurt. not when you’re already giving your boss a fucking handjob. “my mouths tight shut… if you follow through. no cumming unless i say so.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

could you write subby lars x dom reader? LIKE the reader is taking care of lars while lars is just whiny and shit yk KSJSKSJSJSSN 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A/n: There was no need for the Lars slander in this but I think it adds spice.

Warnings: Smut, hand job, Lars being a bitch idk, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Lars was a whiny little bitch to everyone and anyone who happened to be around him, and you were no exception. However, you found a way to deal with him.

Usually when Lars was being Lars people just had to except or fight back, but it worked a little different for you two, especially when it came to being behind closed doors.

Lars had been particularly pleasant the past week or so, he'd make you food, tell you about his day and listen when you spoke about yours, set up movie nights, etc.

Until today. Apparently him and James had gotten into it but then you had to deal with listening to it. Truthfully, you had a higher tolerance to his complaints and ramblings but everyone has their limits and their way of dealing with it.

Yours just so happened to be tying Lars' wrists behind his back and jerking him off at such a painfully slow pace, his boxers shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet. At least, to keep him from talking.

Lars was no quieter in the bedroom, whining and crying and begging for you to go faster, to let him cum, crying about how it hurt and he was sorry.

He was twitching and whining in front of you, hips bucking up into your hand, looking for any more friction he could find. "You don't ever shut up, do you?" You asked when he let out a particularly loud whine.

He huffed and shook his head, tears falling from his puffy, red eyes down his wet cheeks. He mumbled something but you couldn't hear him so you begrudgingly took the boxers from his mouth. "Please-please, m'so sorry, jus'lemme cum." He babbled, a pout tugging at his bottom lip. "I-I'll be good, I'll be quiet, promise."

You chewed your cheek. "Really?" You asked, to which he nodded enthusiastically. You thought for a moment, not stopping your slow pace on his leaky and throbbing cock.

You decided he'd had enough. He cried a lot but this seemed excessive, meaning you might've been over doing it. Though he didn't complain, for once.

You moved your hand faster and he gasped, back arching and his eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Fuck, yes, yes, please! So close, m'so close!" He moaned, sobs seeping into his words.

Hot, thick spurts of cum shot from his tip, his mouth fell open in a near silent moan at how good he felt. You kept stroking him, milking him of everything he had until he was begging for you to stop because he was too sensitive.

He fell onto his side, still crying but he smiled, finally satisfied. You undid his wrists and let him lay his head on your lap.

"You know," you started, playing with his hair, "usually, when someone does something nice they get something nice in return." He looked up at you with beady eyes, quickly scrambled to be between your legs, determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel. No, better, you deserved better.

[sinsmockingbird]

Idk if you still write for genshin but could I also have yae and ei reacting to their s/o getting xl condoms? I just found it to be a rlly fun idea. Thank you so much i hope ur doing well!!

I do still write for Genshin! I just don't write for them as frequently anymore since I stopped playing the game. Still I like to keep up to date on the new characters! Because they're the reason I'm still holding Genshin close.

CW: Smut under the cut!

✧ YAE MIKO

✧ RAIDEN EI

• This woman is totally confused when she notices the XL sized condoms sitting in your cart when she went to place her sweets inside it. She doesn't comprehend that that's your size, so she picks them up and taps your shoulder, simply thinking you picked the wrong size.

• When Ei sees you blush and stutter over your words for a moment, it makes her even more confused. But it all makes sense when you explain that you didn't pick the wrong size and that you did need the XL size. Next thing you know she's the blushing and stuttering mess now.

• She's just imagining what you must look like, her eyes always falling to the slight bulge in your pants. She's cursing herself under her breath at suddenly getting worked up in the store, but you can't blame her. Especially not when's she's tugging on your sleeve, looking so shy as she quietly requests for you to go home.

• It doesn't matter if your close to finishing shopping or not, seeing the silent and intimidating Ei replaced with a flushed and shy Ei was just not something you could decline. So you'll head towards the checkout, feeling the woman you loved become your shadow.

• And that shyness doesn't dissipate from her even when you get home and are in bed, especially she sees your size up close. But give her a moment to find her confidence again and she'll be pleasing you so well, immediately becoming an expert at pleasuring you.

• Oh the way Miko is teasing you the second she sees you placing the XL sized condoms in your guys cart. Her ears are tilting up in interest, a sly smile gracing her perfect lips as she stares up at you for a moment, before her mischievous self comes out.

• "You've been keeping this beast away from me for so long!" Miko will gasp, acting hurt as she stares at you, a hand over her poor heart as you continue on with your shopping. The way she really puts emphasis on 'beast' has you ducking your head in embarrassment.

• Leave it to Miko to make a big deal out of this, even as your walking through the store passing other shoppers. She's using code words to refer to your cock, being subtle and non subtle as she makes a huge 'fuss' over you holding out on her.

• You know the game she's trying to play, make a scene and get you to leave the store right away before you finish shopping. And of course your going to play right into it, all to avoid anymore public humiliation.

• But don't worry, you'll get your revenge back as soon as your home. If she's complaining about you holding back on her, then make sure you don't anymore. Go rough, make her feel all of you and turn her into a whiny bitch, even if for this one night. Make her work to have your huge cock.

[lani-heart]

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parings -> park jay x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hybrid au warnings -> mental health, abandonment issues, etc. word count -> 1.5k

y/n’s perspective

“No,” I said and he sighed. “Please y/n-nie! He needs a home!” Haechan pouted and I scoffed. “Then you take care of him! I don’t have the time to take care of a hybrid…” I muttered and he chuckled.

“Which is exactly why you need one… he's very low maintenance, actually he can take care of himself. I think you need someone to take care of you” he said and I sighed… 

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I said and he sighed… “Have you eaten today?” he asked and I sighed. “I didn’t have the time… I was studying–” “You’re always studying… Jay can help take care of you” he suggested and I shook my head.

“I couldn’t do that to him… he needs a good home,” I said and he smiled. “He’s had so many owners and yet none cared to keep him. All of them had all the money he could ever want…” he said and I sighed… 

“I really need to keep this scholarship, Haechan–” “How about a deal?” he asked and I knew I shouldn’t trust him but anything to make him shut up

“If under your care, you fail your next bio midterm, I'll find someone else… but if you can handle it please show him a good home” he begged and I sighed. “Fine…” I said not knowing what else to do about the whiny junior in front of me. 

“Okay! Let me text Mark that you agreed!” He said and I scoffed. Of course, Mark was also involved… Eventually, he came with a hybrid next to him.

“Ok, Jay here is a bird hybrid so he can only wear collars… he goes to the classes available on campus and Riki the devil hybrid’s lovely angelic owner got a new collar for him because I asked so nicely!” he said and I sighed.. 

“Hey you never know, by adopting a hybrid maybe the principal's daughter will be impressed by you,” Mark said and my eyes widened. “You think?” I asked now hopeful and they chuckled. 

“I don’t get why you admire her so much…” Haechan said and I smiled. “Cause she’s so sweet, and she actually offered the scholarship to me. Without her I wouldn’t be in this school” I said and he sighed.

“Maybe I should ask her to pay my tuition,” Haechan said and Mark laughed. “Good luck, she won’t even pay for Jisung’s meal card, '' he said and I looked at the hybrid who only awkwardly stood there looking at the ground. 

“Hello! I’m y/n… I don’t think I'll be your permanent owner but I’ll try my best in the time we’re together” I said and he nodded. He was really pretty…

“We’ll let you guys get acquainted,” Haechan said as he left us two. “What do you like to do Jay?” I asked and he shrugged. He seemed very silent… this was gonna be very awkward then. “I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable… I do live in a single dorm but it is quite small” I said and he still didn’t say a word. 

Did he hate me already?

I know Haechan said his previous owners were all of the rich kids on campus but… I couldn’t afford the lifestyle they can not anymore, I can only afford this school because of the scholarship I was given another chance with. 

“Jay… I hope we can get along”

jay’s perspective

I can’t believe I got replaced by a mutt and was now left with her… I was still given my classes but this was all ridiculous! So when I saw him walk in front of me with new designer clothes and a new collar more expensive than anything my new temporary owner owns, it pissed me off. 

What did he have that I didn’t?! The puppy looks?!  

“She’s your owner now huh?”  I said when he turned to look at me disappointed to see me… We weren’t exactly friends…

“I hope you enjoy it, she’s a bitch who doesn’t know how to do anything herself. You constantly complain and are gonna make you do so many stupid things just to humiliate you!” I said letting the anger get to me… she really was the worst. All of them were.

“She wouldn’t do that” he muttered and I scoffed, I don’t know I was so angry that I grabbed his shirt enough to get aggressive with him... “You’ve suddenly changed from rags to riches and think it doesn’t come for a price!” I said… funny it's almost like we switched spots. 

“You know nothing about– I knew you were hurt but–” “Why are you suddenly mentioning her?” I asked, now confused… e/n was his owner, wasn’t he? “She adopted me… not like it's any of your business,” he said and I sighed… so she didn’t adopt him? Or did she just beat her to it?

“Is the free trial bird causing you trouble? I would too if I suddenly lost everything and suddenly became a freeloading hybrid!” Sunghoon laughed and I scoffed.

“You shouldn’t be laughing? From what I heard your owner doesn’t even know–""Shut up before I make sure this pretty little bird can’t sing again” he threatened… 

“Sore subject? I wouldn’t want to remember you either, Sunghoon '' I said and he glared not saying anything else as I sat down in a different seat than I normally would. 

First Riki now Jake? They both got the happy endings they want… don’t they? So… what about me?

Where was she? She was late… or did she forget me already? 

“I’m sorry I'm late!” I heard and saw Sunghoon’s owner “I forgot where this place was and–” “Whatever,” Sunghoon said cutting her off… bitter hybrid with a bad reputation

Jake looked at him confused…. He doesn’t know anyone or anything since he’s new and clean from the richest side of things.

“His owner is an amnesiac… everyone thinks he tried to kill her and she just forgot,” I said and Sunoo seemed to disagree… “He’d never do that, they’ve been with each other since kids'' he said and I scoffed 

“What do you know about Sunoo?” I asked and he didn’t answer… it's been years since his owners would play together and in association with him and Sunghoon. They weren’t close anymore… They were strangers, especially because of how isolated Sunoo’s owner was. 

 “Jake!” I heard and saw Jake’s new owner… “You’re late” he teased and she shook her head apologetically  “It took me a while to actually get here from across campus,” she said and the dog hybrid just seemed happy to see her with lovesick honeymoon eyes  “Hmm? Looks like you had company though?” she asked and he said… “Not really”

They left me alone with Sunoo…

“I heard you have a new owner?” he asked me and I scoffed. “She’s more like an incompetent babysitter” I said and he sighed. “Well looks like she’s here to pick you up?” he asked and I looked at where he seemed to be looking… She seemed a little disheartened? Why because I said the truth?

“I’m sorry I'm late… I had a meeting with a counselor but I shouldn’t be late again” 

y/n’s perspective

I know he hates me… an incompetent babysitter seemed about right. 

“I’m really sorry, Haechan thought this was a good idea” I apologized while he stayed silent and didn’t show a reaction to my single bed dorm… “Uhm, I know it's also weird that we’ll be sharing beds” I said and he looked confused. 

“It is the only bed here” I said and he sighed. “I’ll sleep on the floor, just don’t step on me when you wake up” he muttered. “But… we both fit–” “I’ll sleep on the floor” he was adamant. I nod… “Oh! Here, Haechan said that my financial aid covers a hybrid meal card so take care of it please” I asked and he took it and nodded. He didn’t even want to talk to me… I felt guilty as it was that I was his temporary owner but was I this incompetent? 

I guess this is exactly why I didn’t want a hybrid. I couldn’t take care of one… I can only take care of Jay for the time being and study like I was before…

Nothing more and nothing less…

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[britcision]

I’m pretty sure the people bitching about not giving money to tumblr are the same ones who complain when AO3 or wikipedia ask for donations, so I’m just gonna clarify something

Running a website is not free

Even if they made no changes and did only maintenance, they still need to pay for server costs, expert programmers for when something goes wrong, storage (although frankly storage is cheap as chips these days which is nice)

They need to keep up with the capabilities of new tech like improvements to web browsers, never mind their own apps keeping pace with old and new tech developments

Backwards compatibility (being able to run the updated app on old tech) is a massive problem for apps on a regular basis, because there are people out here using an iPod and refusing to update software

There’s a reason every few years apps like Animal Crossing will issue an update that breaks backwards compatibility and you can only play if your phone is running more recent software

This shit costs money even before you look into the costs of human moderation, which I’m not exactly convinced is a big part of their current budget but fucking should be if we want an actual fix for their issues with unscreened ads and reporting bigots

Ignoring that it’s apparently illegal for companies not to actively chase profits, running Tumblr is expensive

And advertisers know we fucking hate them here

They’re still running ads, which we know because they’re all over the damn place, but half the ads are for Tumblr and its store

Other ad companies know we are not a good market, so they’re not willing to put the money in

Tumblr runs at a $30 million deficit, every year, because hosting a site is expensive

They are trying to take money making ideas from other social medias because they’re not a charity; they need to make enough money to keep the site going

If you want tumblr to keep existing, never mind fixing its many issues that require human people to be paid to do jobs like moderation, they will need money

Crabs cost $3

One crab day a year can fix the deficit and hammer home for Tumblr that:

A) we do want to be here and want the site to keep going

And B) they do not need to do the normal social media money making strategies we all hate

They need a way to make money if you want the hellsite to exist, because we live in a capitalist hellscape and cannot all be AO3

If they think they can make enough to keep running without pulling all the tricks we hate, they have no reason to pull said tricks

But they need money

And a way to make money

And if we can show them we can do that, there is a significantly higher chance they will listen to us, the user base they need money from, than if we don’t

Tumblr isn’t perfect, or anywhere close. They need someone to actually screen the paid ads they put through, they need to take the transphobia, antisemitism, and bigotry seriously

These Are Jobs That Will Cost Money

People Need To Be Fucking Paid For Their Work

Tumblr Is Not Run By Volunteers For Free And Nor Should It Be

Paying People Is Good Actually

So if you wanna get all high and mighty over $3/year, by all means, go spend that hard earned cash elsewhere

Good luck finding a perfect and morally pure business to give it to though

Being a whiny negative asshole isn’t more appealing just because you’ve put yourself on a moral soapbox, it just means the asshole is a little higher up

For all the whining about “all the new updates are terrible this site is unusable”…. It’s one fuck of a lot more usable than it was in 2017, 2018, 2020

And yeah, it’s going back down and most of the newer ones have been fucking annoying and I would also like them to stop

But it got up somehow and that means it could do that again

Hope is more fun than edgy nihilism

August 1st is a good and exciting day to summon a crab army

[hoesoflamentation]

depressed about obey me at 2pm on a workday, bc all i keep thinking is how while the fans are screaming that solmare abandoned us, the same fans genuinely abandoned obey me long before they announced no new updates…

‼️ by failing to appreciate all the detail paid to the art & music & rhythm gameplay in nightbringer, simply because it wasn’t obey me og and we didn’t want anything new (seriously, go back and play og if you don’t believe me… the audio is crunchy, the animations aren’t nearly as fluid, the art isn’t rendered half as well)

‼️ by complaining about the price of vip subs, when those of us who played og from the beginning remember the days when there was no sub option and your only choice to beat the events was to play every level and hope your cards; your only way to get that ur card was to pay microtransaction after microtransaction, close your eyes, and pray. in og, i could never finish an event bc i couldn’t level up my cards enough. in nb, i have ranked in the top 500-1000 without a single microtransaction. not to mention how HARD it used to be to level up your cards in og… to this fucking day i still don’t have a single devil flower on a ur card in og. not a single one.

‼️ by moaning that they would have to pay for fully-voiced dates after the devs released 2 full seasons of anime, monthly events, cards with special voiced dialogue, FOR YEARS all for free. like, do we realize how much creative work goes into all of this? do we realize how good we had it? the gameplay system awards so much ap that you could easily play for 2 hours straight as a f2p player. idk how many om! fans play other gacha/otome games but do you know how rare that is? no waiting for tickets or story keys. and never needing to pay “diamonds” for a choice in the main story. we had it so good, and yet the fandom never stopped complaining abt it.

when you look at it this way, it’s no wonder the company rushed the holiday events and is bolting the doors asap. forgive them if they don’t feel bad for those of us crying about obey me after we’ve spent the last 1.5yrs since nb came out doing nothing but talking shit about how bad it was compared to the og, when that WASN’T EVEN TRUE. the way i see it, the fandom has been dying a slow death since nb not because they tanked the franchise, but bc so much of the fandom started to become entitled and whiny at that point.

nb was never actually a bad product. it just wasn’t og. so many ppl resisted the change for the sake of it, meanwhile the gameplay experience, the graphics, the audio, the f2p experience, even the vip experience was so much better in nb than in om. if you’re out here calling it a cash grab, i can only assume you don’t believe in paying artists for their work or paying for the media you consume. i have been here since 2020. i have seen this fandom in all its iterations, gone from 1000 likes on every fic i write to 50-100 likes on a good day.

now that the love we used to have in this fandom is gone for so many of you, we can only HOPE that solmare DOES see the financial value in om and wants to keep making money off us enough to keep the franchise around. at this point, i am dying for them to release another limited edition plushie or some other kind of merch as a cash grab; at least then i’d believe this fandom wasn’t dying.

if you wanted them to keep going simply for the love of the game, any hope of that ended the minute we became an ungrateful and toxic fandom... tumblr is one of the only pure places left for om fans and even here i see the toxicity. i am so fed up with the twitter and reddit bitching & whining of it all, truly. i never missed om og but every day i miss the way the fandom used to be before nb.

[itsmarsss]

How do you think blitz would react if he broke into a co-worker's house (like he did in the pilot episode, purring and all) and their reaction was just the most sleepy "kitty.." he's ever heard then they just hug his head to their chest so now he's stuck there?

Their ass went right back to sleep too.

pretty kitty

So maybe Blitzø broke into your apartment complex by picking the lock. Maybe Blitzø broke into your apartment by climbing the side of the building and opening a window. Maybe he broke into your room by… well that one was easy, no one locks their bedroom door when they live on their own.

And so what if he did? He did this to M&M aaaalll the time. Moxxie was a whiny bitch about it but Millie didn’t seem too pissed, though she had asked him to maybe give it a rest for a few days. And he was bored as shit, who could blame him?

Now he’d never listen to Moxxie’s complains, but Millie had asked him very nicely, and he’d been dying to see what the place was like anyways.

Before going into the bedroom, he took a look around the rest of the place. It was simple, but cozy enough. You had an actually nice couch, you were running low on the eggs and the milk in the fridge and you had a board with notes, reminders and various pictures of yourself with different members of I.M.P. pinned on it. He had to fight the urge to go and scribble his face out of them the way he did in his own place.

He wandered into the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet. Naturally. Eh, nothing much except a real fancy shampoo he remembered Loona mentioning to you once.

How uninteresting.

Finally, he cracked open the bedroom door, which creaked, making him stop and stare intently at you to make sure you didn’t wake up before intended. When you continued your steady breathing, eyes still closed, he tiptoed towards the bed. Oh this was gonna be hilarious. He climbed over you, getting his face as close to yours as possible, trying to see how long he could stare until you stirred awake.

It took a long five minutes before your eyes fluttered open, to be met with his widened one’s right at your face. But he didn’t get the intended response. He didn’t startle you into screaming, which seemed like the most fun outcome. You didn’t even scold him or complain, which were the least fun ones but still could be entertaining enough. No, you tilted your head to side, as if questioning for a split second what he was doing there, before smiling softly in contempt and pulling him to lie down over your body.

“What are you-“

“Pretty kitty. Sleep with me.” You sounded half-asleep, still.

“That’s not what I-“

“Shhhh. Shut up.” You tightened your embrace around him, trapping him against you. Well, not trapping. He easily could break out of your hold if he wanted to. “Now sleep.”

He didn’t want to.

[heylavellan]

Happy Friday! For DADWC, I took a prompt from one of your lists, for a pairing of your choice:

⇴ person a and person b are partnered up together in some context, and they try their bests to act as normal as possible (hint: it fails hilariously)

Have fun!

thinking about tarquin and ashur for this. so veilguard spoilers abound! written as a part of @dadrunkwriting.

business as usual

rating: e

words: 709

additional notes: e for i am describing sex but not in graphic detail. tarquin is my favourite whiny bitch

Ashur was lucky he wore a damn costume, because after last night Tarquin's not sure he could look him in the eye. Not because he was embarrassed or wanted to break things off. No, his mind would simply drift to last night, which meant he would cease to function and would try to steal the Viper for himself.

And if he had him? They could recreate the events of the previous night. Ashur's face between his legs, until they shook so hard they gave out. Fucking Ashur's stoicism out of him, until he was babbling and whining. For his own sanity, the templar needed to hold himself together until there was a good time to talk about... whatever was going on between them.

Never that easy though. If it was, he certainly wouldn't trust it. Mae needed backup today, and even if he trusted Ashur to keep her safe, he didn't trust Ashur to keep himself safe. Leave it to a singular guy to protect two important Shadow Dragons.

"Good to have my two favourite men with me," Mae purred, leading them to the Shambles. Officially, it was liberati housing. But everyone knew that liberati barely scraped by in Minrathous. They'd be lucky to land a job with the templars, and a military salary wasn't enough to support a family here. Often the kids were working and so were the parents. And most missing people cases originated from here.

"I don't trust the two of you on your own," Tarquin complained. "I take my eyes off either of you for a minute and then you're playing in the rafters." To accentuate his point, the Viper dropped down from a roof beside him.

Mae laughed, drawing Tarquin close beneath her arms. "You two have gotten quite close since I last visited," she remarked with a wink. Tarquin knew he was blushing bright red. Ashur was a bastard for wearing a mask. "I have someone to talk to in their shop. Be a dear and don't let anyone in for me," she instructed, planting a kiss on the Viper's cheek before ducking into the building.

The pair leaned against the door frame, blocking the door. A small awkward gap was between them, while they waited. The silence wasn't comfortable, at least for Tarquin. He could scarcely look at the Viper, much less think about what being this close meant. Or what it reminded him of. Maker, he needed Ashur back in bed after this.

"You can talk to me, you know," the Viper commented. Asshole. Bet he was looking down at him wearing that ridiculous hat. Talking would make him want other things, and a safe place for that was far away.

He shook his head. "You know better," he replied curtly. Short. Succinct. Hopefully he'd get the hint.

The small rumble of laughter beside him suggested no. He had not gotten the hint. "She just likes ruffling your feathers. Her way of saying she appreciates you," Ashur explained, a smile in his voice.

"We have a job, unless you forgot," he stated, imbuing his words with all the vitriol he could muster. It wasn't much, and if the sparkle in Ashur's eyes were any indication, it came out more petulant and whiny.

"Was it the kiss?" Ashur teased.

"Stop it."

"It was, wasn't it."

Right. The Viper needed to shut up. He plunged his hand into Ashur's shirt and pulled him closer. He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against where he hoped Ashur's were. That ugly mask made it impossible for the templar to find his lips, but that was more Ashur's problem than his.

Even through the fabric, he found Ashur's lips with ease. Tarquin surprised himself when he moaned into that kiss, the brief peck that it was. "Don't try me," he grumbled, looking into Ashur's eyes. Damn him.

"Save that for when you don't have an audience, boys," Mae tutted, walking out of the building. She pressed a piece of paper into the Viper's pocket and shook her head. If he wasn't flushed from kissing the Viper, he certainly was now.

"I hate you," the Viper complained, before wrapping an arm around Tarquin's shoulders and leading the trio back up to Dock Town.