#hes not thinking abt it and he looks so...

[prettyboykatsuki]

lace | (qin che)

♡ tags ; afab + fem!reader ( gendered language + perfomancne of femininity (hair, makeup and nails)), established relationship, reader is not explictly mc, lingerie, loverboy sylus, unprotected sex, praise kink, squirting, sex toys (a butt plug), a very affectionate kind of objectification, creampies, riding (sylus is doing the work tho), 18+

♡ wc; 3.2k (what da hell)

♡ a/n ; this was supposed to be a birthday fic but its mad late. if you're wondering what readers outfit looks like imagine this but its a darker red and she's wearing a little bow choker and her stockings have bows. ok

be nice abt my sylus characterization writing him is so nervewracking lmao

♡ synopsis ; sylus figured you would give yourself to him as a gift, but finds himself pleasantly surprised by how seriously you take that promise.

Arousal blooms in his chest, petals pulled open by your neatly manicured fingers, gently nudged open.

He'd been expecting the gift. He just didn't think it'd shake him so easily. Not that he isn't always charmed by you, but it's been a long enough time that he can handle you. Mostly.

His desire for you is something he can manage without feeling taken off guard.

It's rare he feels that way. Some of his confidence is feigned, but most of it is sincere. Sylus faithfully believes in both his ability to withstand whatever you decide to throw at him, and your ability to surprise him.

All things accounted for - truthfully, he had been suspecting you'd do something like this. Birthdays are important to you, and you like having a reason to dress-up anyhow.

So he was prepared for it, one way or another. He thought you'd do something like this, seen the money come out of his account a few weeks prior. He was excited then - mostly to tease you.

A fair exchange for how he's wrapped around your finger. He'd have made you done a little spin, tiled his head and quirked his lips as he asked if it was all for him. Smile at you lovingly while you glared at him irritated and bashful.

He was excited more-or-less. Now he's... well, maybe he can still call it that. Not nervous, not quite elated - some in between. Nerves suspended in mid-air, the kind of thrill he gets only now and again.

It's rare for anything to make his heart beat this loudly. It's not the first time you've accomplished it, but it never fails in it's novelty.

Just seeing you in your attire is enough to knock all of he air out of his lungs.

The air around you feels different as you come through the threshold of the bedroom door. Wearing a warm, familiar and playful expression - while you're nothing but provocative from the neck down.

You're dolled up from head-to-toe. Hair, make-up, nails.

A full fit of lingerie.

Everything is in a matching shade of maroon. A lace bow is secure around your neck in the same color.

You look up at Sylus with mirth in your eyes. A satisfaction even as you wait in earnest for his approval. You do a little spin, your robe swishing around you. And then you beam at him, all smiles.

"Don't I look nice?"

He almost scoffs reflexively. "You look like something out of a painting,"

Your heels click on the tile floors as you venture to him closer and closer. Sylus watches on silently until you stop in front of him.

"It's your birthday. We can get straight to business, if you like."

Sylus stares at you, slumped against the leather couch. It creaks under his weight.

"It'd be a shame to rip through such precious wrapping," Sylus murmurs, breath-taken. "Let me see you,"

You smile a little brighter. Pleased that he's interested, as if there was a way he wouldn't be. Your heels click when you take a step back, undoing the loose belt of your floor-length robe and let it fall open.

Sylus feels himself draw in a sharp breath as you show yourself off. The smooth curves of your body are all wrapped tightly in a sheer panels of lace and tulle. A bodysuit hugs your figure, balconette bra making everything sit pretty - thick ribbon straps tied at your shoulders. Your thighs are plush underneath garter straps, keeping up a pair of stockings in the same color. Sylus lets his eyes drift, lets them catch where the lace circles tightest around your thighs before they go lower.

At your feet are a nice pair of heels. A few inches high with something fluffy attached - a cute detail to go with your robe. You've got loose tulle gloves that for some reason knock him silent.

Sylus lets you model it for a while. Leans back into his seat and feels his cock strain tight against his pants at the sight of you. All the effort you put in him for makes him dizzy.

You let your robe drop finally, before turning on your heel.

He puts a hand over his mouth when he sees the back. Tries to be subtle. Feels a little thankful that you don't see him falter over it. You're so gorgeous he really doesn't know what to do.

Unsurprisingly he quite likes the view. It's not entirely revealing - but it's more ribbon then cloth. The small of your back hosts a little ribbon corset that stops just half-way - leaving most of your back exposed. Your ass is visible accentuated with more thin lines of red fabric.

You're wearing backseam leggings. For a reason he can't quite put into words, they're what seems to catch his attention most. From the back of your knee - a single seam all the way to the bottom of your foot. A long red-line, with a ribbon bow at the back of your ankle.

It's such a small detail, really. Maybe that's why Sylus finds himself so utterly enamored by it. It's the attention to such little things that he feels so aroused by.

You look over your shoulder, pleased by his silence. A coy, coquettish smile and mischievous air. A sweet scent surrounds you, freshly bathed - something like vanilla and spice.

Is this what being under a spell feels like? Sylus thinks it's the first time he's ever been so entranced.

"You're awfully quiet," You say, warm. A hand on your hip as you turn again, walking towards him. "Not a fan of the look?"

He laughs under his breath. "More like I'm speechless. I'm afraid there isn't a word good enough for you,"

"Are you flattering me?"

"Not at all. Just telling you how I see it," Sylus replies.

You sit yourself down in his lap again like you own it. "You like what you see?"

"Very much so,"

You smile at him, preening under the attention. You're seducing him successfully - but not for the reasons you might assume. You trail a finger down his jaw - head tilted with shimmering eyes. "It's your birthday, big guy. You can have whatever you want,"

"Are you sure that's a smart offer to make? I'm feeling a little greedy this evening, it seems."

Your laugh is warm, a bubbly sound like giggling that makes Sylus smile.

"Isn't it fine? It's your birthday after all," You lean in slightly, your voice closer to his ear. He can feel your hand on his shoulder, manicured nails slightly sinking into his skin. "Plus, I made preparations you know,"

He looks at you with his brows quirked but you just smile at him. You find his hand and hold it, bringing it between your thighs. Sylus' eyes widen as you pull away at the fabric covering your pussy.

With your hand over his, you guide his hand - his fingers where you want them. You use your finger to push his, middle finger pressing past your folds. A noise of effort escapes your lips as Sylus watches you in awe. His digit slipping into you easily, much easier then he can on a normal day. Almost like you—

"Stretched myself out in the shower," You hum, pleased. There's a sound in your voice like you know this is going to ruin him. It's working. His other hand finds your ass, holds it tight - trying to anchor himself as his fingers sit in the wet warmth of you. It's his own movement now. He tests three and each slide in without resistance and Sylus feels his chest get tight with arousal. Fuck. "Took a while. Had to use a few toys to get it—ngh, stretched completely. You know, for both holes,"

"You—kitten," His voice is thick with lust as he curls his fingers in. Feels you stretch. Feels the plug in the other side of you that makes his breath hitch. "That's not fair,"

"What are you saying? I did it for you, silly. Consider it your last present for today. Indulge a little. You always take good care of me, Sy." You're being sweet to him while you're riding his fingers and Sylus wonders when you learned to be like this and if he was always so weak. He's usually composed, even when you're fighting him tooth and nail to not be.

Maybe it's the fact you're not trying to work him up or break him that's doing it for him. You're being coy and cloying, but sincere in giving him a gift.

He feels strangely lightheaded at the thought of you gifting your body to him. Really gifting it to him. Not as a playful bit between you.

Sincere enough to stretch yourself all the way open in the shower for him, to dress up and dry your hair. To pick out a pretty outfit and wrap yourself in a red bow.

All for him.

"Sweetheart," Sylus groans. Deep from his chest, suddenly on edge. You laugh at him lightly and Sylus feels you tighten around his fingers. He puts his head on your shoulders and closes his eyes.

You're breathing with effort as you speak. "Let me finish, jeez. You always take good care of me when we do it, yknow. And you never let me do anything, which is nice but," You pull back and your lashes flutter. Sylus can't imagine living a thousand more lives and seeing anything half as beautiful as you. "Well sometimes I want to. I love you just the same as you do me. And I swear eventually I'm gonna fit you in my mouth—your dick is just fucking enormous but whatever—I'll do it eventually, anyway, the point is -"

Sylus just laughs. It startles you a little, but he can't help himself. Doesn't know what else to do to express how fucking endearing he finds you then and there. You pause, faltering a little. A pout on pretty lips.

"Don't laugh at me,"

"At you? I could never sweetheart. I'm just," He takes a breath. "Mm, what's the word? Happy, perhaps"

"Perhaps? Sylus you're hurting my feelings,"

"Am I?"

"Well...no, but. Don't say perhaps. I can't read your mind and you're making me kinda nervous,"

How silly for you to be nervous when just looking at you makes him like this. He hums, bemused. "Nervous?"

You give him a look. "Well I was expecting you to be more... I dunno... all 'oh, you dressed up for me sweetheart, how cute' like always but,"

He scoffs lightly. "Is that how I sound to you,"

You ignore him. "But you're being all... nice and stuff."

He laughs again and you flush. "Nice and stuff. Am I not usually nice?"

"You're..! Well you are but I dunno. I can't tell what you're thinking today. I feel a little silly,"

"Should I tell you then? What I'm thinking?" Sylus quips. You nod, almost hopeful.

"I'm thinking I've somehow gotten very lucky," Sylus presses a kiss to your cheek. Another at the corner of your mouth "And that, I must've done something monumental in my past life to have you all to myself,"

Sylus puts his lips where your pulse is, feels your heartbeat underneath thin skin. You pause before speaking. "And?"

He smiles a little. "And it'd be a great shame to waste any more time without enjoying my gift to the fullest. I'm saying I like it. Tell me how I should prove it to you?"

You giggle. It's a sweet sound, a breath of relief as you bury your face into his shoulder. Sylus lets his hands roam, sitting at the small of your back as you settle your weight into his lap. Sylus feels spurred to continue. "How could I tease you when you're trying so hard to please me? Do you think I'm so unaffected?"

"It's not my fault I have a hard time believing the big bad boss of Onychinus could get all worked up over little ol' me,"

Sylus hums. His fingers sink into the plush of your hips as he pulls you down - your clothed pussy flush to the outline of his clothed cock. "What a silly thing to think,"

"Oh fuck," You moan soft into his ear, both arms around his shoulders. Sylus likes the way you feel when you cling to him. How you breathe how your hips stutter. "Ngh, you're so hard,"

"All for you. I'm all yours,"

Sylus smiles a little as you grind yourself against him subconsciously. A careless cant of your hips as your body sinks against his chest. Sylus often teases about you being a kitten, but it's because of moments like this. Needy and unthinking like a cat in heat, making it easy on him to pin you down. He can feel you get off on him, feel how your movements stutter when you catch on your clit - shoulders trembling from pleasure.

Sylus presses his nose to your shoulder and lets you get off to your hearts content. Holds your body as tight as his hands can grip when you do.

"Sylus," Your words are long and drawn out.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Come on," You beg, not all the way there. "Use me already,"

He breathes in sharp, laughing. You really don't play fair.

He doesn't say anything of your request. "You don't have to wait for me. You can take what you want,"

A noise of complaint gets mumbled into his chest as you pull away from him. You lean back where you sit in his lap - face flushed, gloved hands quickly undoing the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his slacks. Sylus watches you through lidded eyes. Hooking your pointer into his boxers, you tug down just far enough to let his cock spring free and pull it out. It stands tall. A hard, heavy weight leaning against his dress shirt. Pre-cum dribbles against the material as it sways back.

The rough material of your tulle gloves makes Sylus hiss. You wrap your fist around the shaft of his cock but it doesn't fit - your fingers not touching.

You lean down as best you can and spit hard onto the head of his cock. Sylus groans as he feels it run down his length. Satisfied, you use your grip to stroke him until his cock is sticky and wet, making a mess of your gloves as they're stained with saliva and cum.

You push his shirt until it's bunched over his abs, feeling them up after you've prepared him.

"You're so big," You mumble. Sylus chuckles.

"Yeah?"

You nod, eyes glazed over. A thousand thoughts run through his mind at once but at the end of each last one is somewhere between adoration and lust.

Without ceremony, Sylus watches you stand on your knees on either side of his thighs and pull the material of your bodysuit away from your pussy. With your free hand, you hold onto his shaft and shimmy yourself down until the tip of Sylus' cock is right at your entrance.

You sink down onto his cock just like that - near effortless.

Sylus moans. It's never easy to get himself inside of you, but you're so soft inside. So perfectly stretched. Warm and sticky and inviting, he groans unabashedly as you sink down on his length slowly. Swallowing him up in a panting breath.

There's barely any resistance, but you're still tight from the plug you wear. You must've been fucking yourself for a long while to get like this and the image is seared into his mind. Sylus can't imagine how long it took you to get yourself like this. Your body never yields to him this easily, at least not until he's had his way with you over and over until you're so pliant you might shatter into pieces.

Sylus feels his body go slack from arousal. A feeling of electricity flickering up his spine as his cock is completely enveloped by your warmth. The head nudges against your cervix as you lose strength in your legs - bottoming out with a gasp.

Sylus growls. It's a low sound, a desperate one. His cock aches, desire welling up in his veins. He lets his head fall back, unusued to the sensation of getting everything in at once. His throat bobs as he hands find your ass. Gripping tight, he catches his breath as he feels you over him wobbling.

"Sylus," Your voice is so whiny like this. So endearingly gone. "Sylus, you're so big. Oh, it's—aah,"

His lashes flutter as he struggles to hold himself back. His dick and usual sense slowly ticking away. He opens his eyes loosely, putting a hand to your stomach before trailing it up - almost near your ribs. His voice is murmur soft. "I'm all the way in here,"

You make a choked noise, falling forward against his chest. "...Nn yeah. Mm. 's full."

He laughs but its incredibly strained. "You're really talented in getting me worked up, you know?"

"I'm not trying to,"

Sylus chuckles. "Oh I know,"

"Sylus," You whine.

He kisses your shoulder. "Yes, dove?"

"Fuck me. Please? Wanna move but I think my legs gave out,"

Sylus laughs again, warmer this time. Fonder. "How could I say no to such a sweet request?"

With you limp in his lap, it's all too easy for Sylus to hold you but your hips and fuck into you. You're almost weightless with your much you've melted into him, stuck to him with gravity.

Sylus is strong. With and without his EVOL. He thinks its a necessary thing to be given all he has to protect.

But it has its other uses.

It feels good being able to move you up and down on his cock like it's nothing. Not really moving his own hips to meet your movements, but holding you with both hands and picking up your full weight before pulling you back down again—while you claw into his shoulders for purchase. It's the first time you've ever been fucked open enough for him to do it without hurting you.

Even though he's fucking you hard enough for it to echo against his bedroom walls. The wet smack of skin to skin, the filthy sound of your pussy being carved into the shape of him, your hips slamming down on him relentlessly. Doing it without worry or concern.

There's something unusually animal about fucking you this way. No restraint, more like you're mating then making love.

It feels good to feel all of you. Feel every single inch of your perfect, pretty cunt - walls trembling on each thrust. Your short breaths and shaky moans, your nipples hardening through the salacious lace of your top and pressing against the swell of his chest.

You just feel so fucking good. You make him feel so good.

"I can't get enough of you, sweetheart," Sylus says, half-way to losing his mind inside of you but trying to keep it together. "You feel so perfect, I don't know if I'll be able to let you rest."

"Sy," Your voice is warped with pleasure, a loud needy cry for him and him only. "Wanna cum, wanna cum on your cock, Sylus please,"

"Touch yourself, sweet girl," Sylus hums. "I'll fuck you until you can't take it, so touch yourself and feel good,"

Sylus feels your shaky hand maneuver between your bodies. Your fingers twitch as you rub tiny circles into your throbbing clit, immediately clamping down his length from pleasure.

Sylus watches you as it all comes down at once. Your body weakened, numb from pleasure as you needily chase your own high. The sound of his name broken on your lips, rocking yourself to match his movements and grind into your fingers.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, 'mcumming,'m—"

Sylus feels it. Your pussy squeezes, grips around the length of his cock like a vice. There's a sudden wetness, a spray of something wetting his abs and slacks. You whimper as he fucks you through the tremors. Fucked entirely stupid, even your thank yous come out slurred.

Sylus follows quickly behind, pumping his cum into you with a deep breath. He can feel it rise up, thick hot white ropes of cum painting your insides. Touching a place he thinks he's only just reached for the first time.

You both pause to catch your breaths as Sylus takes a moment to toy with one of your garters. He kisses your neck, speaking into it.

"Thank you for the birthday gift. I think I'll take my time unwrapping it," Sylus hums.

You laugh tired. "Mm. Glad to know it was a success,"

[brain4stew]

Thinking about reader being a “pupeteer” for their chosen killer/survivor, and the killer/survivor can see the reader’s avatar.

Survivors ♡

Chance 🪙

This guy, most likely would be confused, but probably wouldn’t mind you being there at all.

He thinks it’s cool that he can see “you” (avatar), and sometimes tries to talk to “you”…. No answer of course.

Genuinely is spooked when he sees, and knows that “you”’re controlling him in rounds.

He thinks he’s going insane overtime however.

Elliot 🍕

Genuinely confused, and even more worried than he normally would be.

Thinks that “you” (avatar) is an imaginary friend he thought of.

Sometimes just “talks” to “you” (avatar) as some sort of stress relief. (It sometimes helps, but when it doesn’t he’ll just laugh quietly to himself. Convinced he’s going insane.)

A bit thankful that “you”’re there helping him in rounds, but is also still terrified whenever “you” control him.

Guest 1337 🪖

Genuinely thinks “you”’re also an imaginary friend he thought of overtime. (Probably developed plenty of imaginary friends while in war too once or twice.)

Knows he can’t talk to “you” but would really want to. (He actually notices “you”’re following him, and it kind of puts him more on edge.)

He once tried to touch “you”, and the image of your avatar reacted a little at the touch, which kind of actually spooked him.

Shocked whenever “you”’re controlling him, and helping him out in rounds.

007n7 🍔

Thinks that “you” were made from his C00lgui, and immediately checked it. (He later thought “you” were an imaginary friend he made up.)

Would randomly, and rarely (when no other survivors are nearby,) would “talk”, and “vent” to “you”, even though he knows that “you” can’t respond and all that.

Genuinely got spooked when “you” just stood by him and followed him around. (He’s worried he’s going insane.)

Slowly noticed that where he wants to go, isn’t where he’s going, and notices that “you”’re the one controlling and helping him in rounds.

Builderman 🔨

Somehow, he suspects that “you” are a robloxian. (Don’t ask how he somehow knows, I headcanon that the admins and devs of Roblox know abt the robloxians.)

Rarely would inspect your avatar, mainly out of curiosity, and so he could possibly get some sort of ideas.

Actually was shocked when “you” followed him around, and whatnot. (He once saw your avatar dance, and it kind of confirmed his speculations.)

Genuinely very worried whenever he noticed “you”’re controlling him in rounds. Just how on earth can a robloxian, control him?

Shedletsky 🍗🗡️

Not the smartest, but thought “you” were a robloxian after a while. (He legit thought he was going insane at first.)

He once tried feeding “you” a chicken, but it just knocked over your avatar. Which he just… Stared at… (Basically watching your avatar flail around, before standing up almost immediately.)

Once tried to attack “you” with his sword as well, and noticed a health bar over “you”, as your avatar took some damage, and that made him think of “you” as a robloxian.

Legit thought it was cool and also creepy at the same time, whenever “you” were controlling him in rounds and all that.

Noob 🥤👻🪨

They were spooked upon seeing “you”, and actually thought “you” were some sort of spy, or something that helps the killers.

Eventually calmed down, and thought of “you” as some sort of imaginary friend.

Sometimes talks to “you”, even if you don’t respond and can’t hear. They’re just a bit glad they can “talk” to someone in the hell hole they’re in.

They genuinely were more spooked, startled and even terrified, when “you” were controlling them in rounds and helping them…

Two Time 2️⃣ 🕰️

Thought “you” were a ghost, and got curious and interested. (They actually thought that “you” are some sort of spirit that the spawn sent to watch over them.)

They sometime just, look at “you”, and pokes “you”, touches “you” and overall interacts with “you”. (Your avatar sometimes fall over from that, flailing around a bit, before standing up.)

They would thank the spawn for “you” coming to watch over them. And sometimes they just, stare at “you”, almost affectionately.

They noticed that “you”’re controlling them after a few rounds, and that fed their delusional ahh even more…

Taph 💥💣

Genuinely wonders if “you” can set off their tripwire’s and their subspace bomb. (You don’t, since your avatar can’t set off any traps.)

Rarely talks to “you” (emoji’s ofc), mostly about Builderman, but also about how to modify their bomb more.

Once, thought that “you” were a ghost when “you” somehow walked through a wall, and it kind of spooked ‘em. (They got over it after a while.)

Actually once cursed in emoji’s whenever “you” were controlling them in rounds, it felt weird to them.

Dusekkar 🪄(💨⚡️?)

Did not understand what “you” were wearing for a long while, and thought “you” were some imaginary friend he made up after a while. (He asked Builderman and Shedletsky about “you” though…)

Later figured out that “you” are a robloxian, and was actually a little bit excited and curious. (Mainly because of the clothes on the market and etc, etc.)

Was a bit spooked by “you” following him, like one of the pizza deliveries, or the minions of 1x4. But eventually relaxed after knowing “you” can’t even hurt anyone or anything.

Thankful, but… Also frustrated and terrified whenever “you”’re controlling hum in rounds.

Killers ☆

1x1x1x1 💚⚔️🖤

This, being of hatred… Hates “you”. He knows exactly what “you” are, and despises it. (They know that you’re a robloxian, due to Shedletsky knowing that, and all that bs.)

She wonders if “you” can be able to be attacked, damaged, and seen by the others. (They did attack “you” once, and actually regretted it for some reason. Because they saw your avatar flail a bit from accidentally getting knocked over from his attack, before standing up again.)

Randomly tries to “hug you”, but most of the time they either phase through “you”, or she manages to “hug you”, and accidentally makes your avatar flail a bit. (IN SECRET OFC, there’s no way he’d let the other killers see her being a bit soft.)

They genuinely were annoyed by “you” whenever “you”’re controlling her in rounds. But he’s also thankful for whenever “you” win for them.

John Doe 🖤0️⃣1️⃣❤️

More confused than he was before. Who are “you��? What are “you”? What can “you” do? Are “you” a ghost or something?

His corruption prevents him from actually knowing who “you” are and all of that. (Even if he asked the other killers, he’d forget about the information in about a minute.)

Accidentally gave “you” the corruption effect once, and became a bit worried. (Thankfully the corruption doesn’t last long, but it still made him worry a bit.)

Genuinely more confused whenever “you” control him, especially if you put the ‘Yourself’ skin on him. Genuinely wonders if “you” actually like killing survivors, and other robloxians…

Jason 🔪🪚

Confused. Even his mother is confused, but the both decided to just, let “you” be.

Once accidentally gave “you” bleeding, and actually panicked a bit. His mother tried to calm him down, but even she was panicking a bit. (When they saw your avatar was alright, they were practically sighing in relief.)

Once saw “you” flail around on the ground for a while, and get flung for a bit, before standing up, as if nothing happened. (It destroyed his way of thinking, even his mothers way of thinking was destroyed too.)

Spooked whenever “you” control him, and so is his mother, when she notices that her son isn’t controlling his own movements. But they’re both happy whenever “you” make Jason win.

Mafioso 🐰

Genuinely found “you” interesting, and actually wondered if “you” are like his boss, Eunoia.

One of his guys somehow accidentally put “you” on fire, and it spooked his other guys, and even him. (Your avatar was fine after a while, but it still spooked them.)

Actually saw “you” get flung at one point, watching “you” flail a bit, before standing up. (He found it a bit hilarious, but also got a bit worried.)

Genuinely thinks “you”’re someone that can posses him, and use him in rounds, which scares him a bit, but also scares his guys a lot. (They eventually all adapted to it however.)

C00lkidd 🧱

He actually was excited upon seeing “you”, thinking he finally has a friend to play with!

Was disappointed whenever he can’t really play with “you”. But, he killed “you” once on accident, and saw “you” either, collapse like the survivors, or explode. (Like when you reset your avatar in the lobby.) And it spooked him a bit.

He thinks of “you” as an imaginary friend, even though he doesn’t exactly know what imaginary means completely, he likes “you” still! Well… Until…

He’s genuinely scared, confused and downright hates it whenever “you” control him in rounds… LET HIM HAVE HIS FUN!!

Noli 👾

He probably knows who “you” are, but eventually forgot about “you”. And now thinks of “you” as some sort of ‘npc’ he made for himself, whenever he wants to talk with someone other than the other killers.

He rambles to “you” about every rounds he’s been in, even though “you” can’t hear it, he’s still glad he can ramble on and on to “you”.

(Prob ooc;) Whenever he’s too bored, or too tired, he’ll hug “you” and just, hold “you” in his grasp. (Whilst your avatar flails a bit, due to the collision- ik that roblox avatars don’t have that in the lobby.)

I think he’d be excited and happy whenever “you” control him, and makes him win. It makes him feel like he accomplishes things more quicker.

Azure 🪻

They dislike “you”, or hate “you”. No in between. Don’t get them wrong, it’s because they can’t trust “you” yet, completely. (Due to their past.)

After a while, they’ll gradually trust “you”, slowly but surely. I have a feeling that they’ll enjoy being near “you”, or in “your” presence sometimes.

Whenever they’re too bored, and trust “you” enough, they’ll probably use their tendrils, to wrap them around “you” and watch “you” flail around. It makes them laugh, they find it pretty amusing to say the least.

They’re confused and don’t really know if they can trust “you” with controlling them. But whenever they see that “you” make them kill Two Time, and give them wins… Then dang, color them surprised, they enjoy it.

Guest 666 👹

Probably confused about who and what “you” are. But doesn’t really care or mind it. “You” remind him of Noob, and it makes him a bit happy.

He’ll probably get exhausted at some points, and will probably, and I mean PROBABLY, drag “you” with him by his tail, before curling up around “you”. Like some sort of dog, or something. (Idk, an animal that does that at least-) and rests there, enjoying the peace he has with “you” there.

He occasionally pokes “you”, seeing “you” fall over and flail a bit, before standing up again. He rarely does this, but, he rarely whacks “you” away on accident with his tail, and he gets a bit saddened at that. (Cue his horns in his trailers going down, with a frown on his face.) He watches as “you” flail a bit, before standing and going towards him again, and just staying by him. (He’s happy and glad about that.)

Genuinely confused, yet also excited whenever “you” control him in rounds. He can tell that “you” hesitate for a few seconds on killing Noob, before “you” eventually make him do it. (He sees how “you” just stand still for a while, after hearing what he said when he killed Noob. He assumes that “you” are sad about what he said…)

(I’m tired y’all. 😞💔)

[kadextra]

was there smth off about tr!bad’s attitude today or am I thinking too deep

[wu-does-art]

dumb sf au idea where everything is the same except the gang all knew eachother since they were kids not pictured: todd observing the affects eating a bug has on sal. also bonus salvis i found in my files:

[kxsagi]

Hello girlie I loved you april fools day post. I wanted to ask if u could make abt crack post the blue lock boys being police officers. Like rin is in the drug invetigation bc with his tongue outside he looks like he is on crack😂. Could you pls make it for isagi,rin,sae,bachira nagi and Kaiser and maybe Ness. 🩷

“𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫”

a/n: ASNFSLNGSLNGS I LOVE THIS REQUEST

(don't know art credits)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi – “the golden retriever cop who accidentally becomes the face of justice”

he’s not even supposed to be out there. he’s just vibing. assigned to desk duty because he’s “too emotionally involved” (he called a suspect “bro” during a chase), but he still ends up in every major bust because he “took a shortcut through that shady alley for fun.” 

has no idea how he keeps getting tangled in crimes. one minute he’s picking up a coffee, the next minute he’s wrestling a jewel thief to the ground while still holding his caramel macchiato. 

will 100% try to de-escalate situations by talking about soccer. “sir, you don’t have to rob this bank. have you considered football?” 

is weirdly beloved by the public. grandmas bake him pies. criminals call him “that one nice cop.” internal affairs doesn’t know whether to promote or arrest him. 

famous quote: “you have the right to remain silent, but like, if you wanna talk about your trauma, i’m here, bro.” 

itoshi rin – “narcotics officer who looks like he invented cocaine”

they only put him in narcotics because every time he walks into a room, people assume he’s either: 1) the supplier, 2) high off his mind, 3) both. 

has that look. the messy hair. the tongue constantly sticking out. the eyes that say “i haven’t slept since 2012.” when he stares at you during interrogation, you confess out of fear, even if you didn’t do anything. 

his motto is “if it looks suspicious, tackle it.” he once tried to arrest a 5-year-old holding powdered sugar. 

drinks black coffee that tastes like war. has never smiled on duty. the closest he’s come is a slight smirk when someone sneezed and he got to yell “possible contaminant.” 

he doesn’t do paperwork. he just sends his reports as voice memos that are five minutes of silence and one “they were lying.” 

famous quote: “do drugs look at you the way i do? didn’t think so.”

itoshi sae – “internal affairs king, aka the fun police for the police” 

his job is to catch corruption. and he loves it. like a little freak. his coworkers hate seeing him because if he’s in your department, someone’s getting fired. 

interrogates officers like a disappointed dad. says things like “you stole evidence bags for what? to impress your tinder date?” while looking at you like you’re a worm on the pavement. 

refuses to join team-building activities. said “i’m not building anything with idiots.” 

once investigated himself for conflict of interest and found that he was, in fact, too perfect to be guilty. 

he lets no one get away with anything, except rin. but only because he doesn’t want to fill out paperwork. 

famous quote: “just because you’re wearing a badge doesn’t mean you’re not stupid.” 

bachira meguru – “undercover cop who ends up forming emotional connections with every criminal”

he’s supposed to be subtle. blend in. instead, he walks into an illegal casino wearing glitter and a hello kitty shirt, and somehow they all believe he’s just a quirky new member of the gang. 

laughs too loud. reveals his real name by accident. once shouted “FBI, freeze!” during karaoke because he got too into the role. 

his sting operations always go sideways, but it’s okay because the suspects love him. like, “this is bachira. he’s chaotic, but he’s family.” 

he’s single handedly dismantled three criminal rings just by being himself. they trust him too much and end up confessing while painting his nails. 

famous quote: “okay technically i wasn’t authorized to go undercover, but i was bored and they had snacks.” 

nagi seishiro – “cyber crimes detective who hasn’t left his chair since 2021”

works in a pitch-black room with eight monitors, a gaming chair, and a suspicious number of empty pringles cans. doesn’t even show up to roll call anymore. they just assume he’s alive if the servers are still running. 

he hacks faster than people blink. cracked a billion-dollar crypto scam while watching anime in a tab next to it. accidentally hacked NASA once because he was bored. 

he only talks in internet slang. someone once messaged him a serious question about a murder suspect and he responded with “lmao idk he looks sus.” 

has a robot dog named “proxy” that does his patrols. was supposed to be temporary. it’s now got its own badge and a little hat. 

famous quote: “technically i’m not asleep, i’m buffering.” 

kaiser michael – “traffic cop with main character syndrome”

he turned a boring job into a reality TV show. gives tickets like they’re autographs. will literally tell you “you’re welcome” after citing you for illegal parking. 

rides a motorcycle with LED underglow, blasting german techno. wears designer sunglasses at night. 

pulls people over not based on violations, but on vibes. once ticketed a guy for “driving a beige car and ruining the aesthetic of the road.” 

he’s gotten reported 27 times for arrogance, but all his violations mysteriously disappear. probably because the chief owes him money from poker night. 

famous quote: “this isn’t about road safety. this is about setting an example. and the example is: look at me, i’m flawless.” 

ness alexis – “forensic analyst who thinks he’s starring in a drama”

takes blood samples like he’s in grey’s anatomy. has a dramatic gasp every time he finds a single fingerprint. 

writes his reports like novels: “and in the crimson shade of blood splatter, the truth was finally revealed...” 

doesn’t walk, he glides into crime scenes wearing latex gloves like they’re part of his personality. 

he’s scarily smart, but emotionally volatile. cried once because the lab’s coffee machine broke and said “how am i supposed to solve murder on decaf?” 

takes kaiser's orders like gospel, but also keeps a secret blackmail folder “just in case.” it's organized alphabetically and color-coded. 

famous quote: “i speak three languages: DNA, sarcasm, and disappointment.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[peanutheaddd]

what did greg and petey look like when they were teens in the dusk au?

im sure they probably looked the same but just..shorter..but were there any other traits/accessories that they no longer possess? like petey’s piercing?

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!! not that many noticable differences tbh scracthes head

for petey:

hes got the piercing as a teen but we alr know that LOL

hes also skinnier tahn his adult counterpart. as an adult he has lil petey to take care of and he feeds lil petey 3 meals a day . And he has a stable income . so he eats pretty regularly . hes still thin js bc hes tall and also genetics but hes not super skinny like in high school where heliterally wasnt being fed properly bc of his bum ass dad .

i think he used to smoke as a teen but he stopped when he had lil petey bc secondhand smoke is NOT GOOD for children !!!! also he probs got scared of getting lung cancer and dying early + leaving lil petey behind . he knows how it feels to be left alone after a parent dies and i think hed do everything in his power so that doesnt happen to lp . hes not some sobriety monk tho like he still drinks and shit booo 👎👎👎👎

for dm:

hes just kinda softer as a teen . compared to his adult counterpart his fat to muscle ratio is js higher. so basically theres not as much muscle definition . like for adult dm u can Tell hes muscular even tho theres still a lot of fat but for teen dm u could see him and js think that its all fat with no muscle js bc of the lack of muscle definition

theres not a lot of changes for dm from hs to adult but thats lwk bc thats kind of a theme for him in dusk au. his yearning and regret is freezing him in time essentially. hes holding onto everything from his past thats related to the time period he was friends with petey bc thats the best part of his life essentially

thats kind of it LOL . since they were 17/18 at the time of their teenage era (senior year hs equivalent) theres not That much physical difference from their adult counterparts. they js look kinda cuter since theyre kids LOLLLLL

this is js an extra fun fact but if u see their uniforms peteys is unbuttoned while dms is buttoned. this is js indicative of their personalities (petey disregarding uniform etiquette while dm adheres to it perfectly . theres also a thing abt having name tags on your uniforms and i reckon petey always forgets his while dm doesnt go to school unless he has it on)

[godjustkys]

oh my god dude you're gonna LOVE newt hes so insanely cute.. thinking abt childhood best friends to lovers with him and learning how to navigate a relationship and then sex... both reader and newt nervously stumbling over eachother in bed trying to figure out what feels good for eachother.. getting to fuck him nice and slow while he tries not to ramble and bring up random creature-related stuff he thinks of.. kissing his freckles and checking in every 2 seconds because!!! hes so!!! ANYWAYS i feel you probably get it by now but have fun watching the movies.. they're so fire

SYPNOSIS: gentle (clumsy) sex with your nerdy boyfriend

CHARACTER: male reader x newt scamander

NOTE: for the life of me, i swear i couldn’t figure out how the fuck to write reader awkward. I TRIED.

p.s. requests are always open!!

WC: 1.3k

WARNING: both reader and newt are awkward as hell,, soft, gentle sex,, worried!reader,, fingering,, spit as lube,,

you had known newt scamander since the two of you were small boys sneaking dragon-scale beetle wings into potions class and pretending you weren’t secretly terrified of boggarts. hogwarts had come and gone, and though most people drifted apart, you and newt never did. maybe it was the way he talked about creatures like they were people. or maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were one of a kind.

even after the war, after the travels and letters and long silences that weren’t really silence at all.. you found your way back to each other.

you had known him forever. but kissing him for the first time on a rainy tuesday, both of you shivering in soaked coats and awkward laughter, that was new. Being in love with him — that was new.

newt’s back hit the mattress with a soft whumph, curls haloed around his head, lips pink and already kiss-bruised. his vest had been tossed somewhere in the corner, his shirt hanging open, and chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted through a storm. you slowly kissed down his jaw, his throat, his collarbone; pausing at every freckle like you had all the time in the world to learn him by heart. “i feel like my mind’s going to split in half,” he whispered, voice thin and wavering. “I keep thinking about— about— bloody mooncalves and whether this is normal for—” you smiled against his chest. “you can talk about mooncalves later.” newt let out a helpless sort of laugh that turned into a shaky gasp when your hand slid down his chest, fingers grazing the trail of hair below his navel. his thighs tensed, and you paused again, looking up to meet his eyes. “you, uh, okay?”

“yes- yes, mhm.” he got out, blinking excessively as he stared at you. it didn’t take long for you to strip him, and yourself, so now here he laid beneath you, in all his glory. when you finally touched newt, fully, his hips jerked like he’d been struck with lightning, head tipping back into the pillow. he was already so hard, leaking at the tip, and the warmth of your hand coaxing him into a slow rhythm had him trembling. your name spilled from his lips and for the first time ever, you felt like your name was holy. the way he sounded lit a fire within you, and he just kept spurring you on, feeding that flame. you stroked him slowly, lazily, still unsure if he liked it, but it was just enough to keep him gasping, flushed and twitching under you. “feel good?” you muttered softly, a small bit of anxiety washing over you as you waited for the answer. “uh-huh, uh-huh—” newt rambled out, his fingers clenching in the sheets. then you decided to experiment, pressing your thumb to the slit of his cock, and he made a sound that was practically a whimper, one hand flying to cover his mouth.

“you’re— ah— very good at that,” he breathed. you let out a small, appreciative chuckle, kissing the crease where his hip met thigh. “you make it.. easy.” by the time you slicked your fingers, newt was so worked up he was trembling, continuing to grab at the sheets like he was about to fall off the edge of the world. easing a finger in, he gasped soundlessly, thighs tensing. he felt as if the silence was stifling, so his eyes darted to the side. “i’ve uhm- read a few things,” he muttered, ears going red. “some diagrams. diagrams are very helpful.” you smiled, nuzzling under his jaw. “i’d rather explore the subject.. hands-on.” he made a sound, half laugh, half gasp when your lips pressed to the soft spot under his ear. “oh..” newt just muttered, staring at the ceiling wide eyed. you started thrusting your finger in and out, slowly, letting him adjust. he did his best to keep his breath even, focusing so hard that he almost started dissociating.

when you eased another finger in to prep him properly (you didn’t really know what you were doing, you were too worried), he made a panicked little noise like he had just startled a hippogriff. you curled your fingers, experimentally once again, watching newt’s face intently. “OH— I— I— fuck,” he squeaked, voice cracking. “merlin, don’t stop— please— i’ll name a niffler after you—” your eyes lit up at his tone. so that felt good. curling your fingers again, newt mewled helplessly, arching his back when you added a third one. “oh bugger,” he gasped. “it’s a bit- bit strange— like, ah, being filled..? i don’t think that makes any sense, i’m sorry—”

after a bit more prepping, you slowly lined the tip of your cock to newt’s hole. you didn’t push in, just looked at him. “you- you’re ready, right? you sure you’re okay?” you asked softly, fingers just brushing against the inside of his wrist. he nodded quickly, a little too fast. “yes— yes, I just— er— this is rather uncharted territory for me.” you smiled softly in response, keeping your composure. “for me too.” when you pressed in and pushed your cock half way in, newt was writhing, and rambling. “did you know— uhm, some nifflers purr when you stroke just under their ears?” he said, breath hitching when you kissed the spot below his jaw. “i’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” you breathed out, sinking in the rest of the way, both of you gasping like you were coming apart at the seams.

he was so tight, his gummy walls sucking you in, clenching around you tightly, his breath catching in his throat, mouth open but silent. you froze. “okay?” you asked, barely holding on. “mhm,” he hummed lowly, face scrunched up. “just— slow..” you kissed his lips as you started to move, keeping the rhythm unhurried, every thrust deep and smooth. newt clung to you, legs wrapped around your waist, hips shifting to meet you every time you sank back into him. and god, he felt so good. every little gasp, every moan, every time he said your name like he couldn’t believe this was real. you kissed along his jaw, whispered how good he felt, how beautiful he looked like this. you kept rolling your hips, slow and deep, dragging yourself out and pressing back in again until newt was shaking, his words tumbling out in a mess of half-formed thoughts. “this is— better than mating dances— those are very involved, some creatures take hours to— ah..— don’t laugh, I’m trying to stay— haah!— intellectual about— oh bloody hell, right there..” you captured his lips in a sloppy yet tender kiss, your thrusts steady, slow, filling him again and again until all he could do was gasp and moan, fingers digging into your back. he huffed softly, chest heaving, clearly trying not to preen. “suppose some creatures present similarly when breeding... fire-crabs, for example, often arch their backs and— nghhgg!—” newt cut himself off. at first you thought something was wrong. “newt? too much?” you murmured softly. “there— hell- again, again.” he urged you in a desperate tone, clutching you closer. your cock prodded at his prostate again and he was blissed out. a couple moments later of that same deep, steady rhythm, he came untouched, crying out your name, his cock spilling between your stomachs, body clenching so tightly around you that it dragged your orgasm out of you too — deep, hot, spilling inside him as you groaned his name into his mouth. you collapsed over him, panting, bodies slick with sweat, completely tangled. “that was—” he began, voice hoarse. “astounding,” you finished for him, brushing sweaty curls off his forehead.

“i.. was going to say impossibly filthy, but yes. that too.”

© godjustkys ©

[b1mbodoll]

thinking abt heeseung that’s a bigggg fan of messy blowjobs idk.. he loves throatfucking but his cock is so big :( can never find a girl willing to let him violate her tight throat until he found out abt hybrid girls n how.. depraved they are <3

stumbles across ur profile on some petgirl hookup app idk n he’s so infatuated with you <3 you just look soso pretty n the pics if you pouting ur lips n lookin up sweetly at ur camera make his cock throb .. combined with how cute ur lil pupears are.. yeah he’s obsessed. so he messages u n is clearly interested <33 n the first meetup is enough for him to claim he’s in love w u ..

ur soso desperate for his cock n youre so willing to let him use you, even begging for him to do whatever he wants to you bcs you wanna be a good little puppy for him <3

you let him leash n collar you, following his lead when he pulls on the pink leash he recently bought just for you n mouthing at his cock over his sweats, drool leaking steadily from ur mouth.. is it a hybrid thing to have especially wet mouths or is it just you? regardless, he’s not complaining, nor will he find out if it’s exclusive to just you bcs after how good you are for him, he’s not giving you up.

he’ll keep you locked up in his bedroom forever if that’s what it takes to ensure you become His pupgirl <3

his pants are completely drenched in your spit n it makes his cock throb n leak, precum dribbling steadily from his slit n you’re whining soooo loud bcs you wanna taste him :( so he lets you; orders you to pull out his dick n pleasure him with your mouth

ur more than eager to obey, tail wagging behind you n ur ears perked up, tongue even lolling out a bit once you see just How big he is, saliva making a mess of ur chin

you’re quick to wrap ur lips around the head, sucking the tip n moaning when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, pressing your pink muscle into his slit to taste even more.

he doesn’t even have to ask for you to deepthroat him; you simply take his length deep inside your throat n look up at him, waiting for heeseung to push n pull you over his cock just how he likes it.

the noises are fucking filthy, drool and precum causing you to gag from the sheer amount n it makes your cunt clench, even whining around him, loving the way he groans so deeply when you do.

when he cums down your throat, there’s so much cum n nowhere for you to go, unable to pull away due to heeseung’s big hands forcing you to keep his dick inside, your nose pressed to his pelvis.

you wouldn’t pull away even if you had the chance, though; why would anyone do that? all you want is to feel his cum flood your mouth.

you get that and more, his cock throbbing inside your warm, wet mouth as his cum spurts inside, some of it even leaking out of your nostrils because there’s just so much; white, creamy semen clings to your throat and strings of it coat your upper lip from where it spills ot of your nose, the sight making heeseung moan your name <3

[arottenlust]

Does that mean NO writers should make Toji use AAVE? Or is it only certain ones?

(this is long but read the whole thing if u gaf)

say what u mean bc races aren’t bad words

do I think that only black writers should write Toji w aave and that white/non black writers should never write Toji w aave ever again? no.

Do I think that my points are moot if a black or otherwise poc person is the one doing the writing? also no*, and my thoughts on that are explained at the end of this rant but first:

let me reiterate my point.

Toji being the only character who is written with such an excessive use of aave can be an issue bc, since that simply isn’t how he speaks, the motivations of such a choice come into question.

what exactly about his personality as a 30smth Japanese hitman inspired the use of aave?

when i look at his character and notice he is the only one who fits into harmful stereotypes (‘broke’, ‘homeless’, absent father, etc) that surround the black (and some other poc) community, i begin to wonder if that’s why he’s the only one written w aave. So I shared how I felt in hopes that writers would think about why they make the choices they do.

My aim was for writers (who realize they write him that way because of subconscious bias) to change and work on their prejudices if that’s something they care to do.

If you do not fit that description, if ur motivations are not fueled by these biases, if you do not care to change, if you write Toji that way simply because you’re attached to that fanon version of him, if you write him that way bc that is how you speak and you want to project that onto him, etc etc etc then this is not for you

do I think that fanon version is fueled, if only slightly, by racist biases? yea. but not completely. Either way do what you want. I am not asking every writer to post and clarify their intentions, I am asking them, if they give a fuck, to ask themselves about their own motivations

one other thing *

being poc does not make u immune to perpetuating your own harmful stereotypes or being prejudiced against your own people. if a poc writer writes any character a certain way bc they themselves carry these subconscious biases, that is something they should work on. no it’s not their fault. Growing up in a society that can imprint these thoughts into your brain is out of your control. the only thing you can do is learn and grow from it, if u care to do so.

that is all

thanks for the ask babes!

Not that it should change anything abt the rant as a whole, but I’d like to add that I am hispanic! Latine if u will. so the last part of this rant comes from a place of true understanding :P

[sonny-boiiii]

let's do this gang

Majestic Rep. i might be kinda basic for this but i just love their production and all of their actors are such amazing people

I read the script and acted it out as Penny. I love it sm and i can't wait to see Majestic's performance of it

Misha. i like how kind he is as well as being really freaking cool and i just love that little guy sm

4. Uhhh probs "the most ambitious girl in town" maybe even most successful but Ocean took that already

5. TALIA‼️‼️ Specifically Chaz Duffy's live version because he is SO good

6. Fav ship has to be Mishalya. I've written some of my best fanfics about them. Least fav is Noel and any girl. Like bro he's GAY

7. Fav monologue is so difficult. I love Misha's monologue in Talia bc duh. It's BEAUTIFUL. but I like to act out Ocean's a lot too. I especially love the one after Talia where she yells at Noel and Misha for offering to vote for each other

8. Fav headcanon is also difficult. Maybe that Misha is good at cooking because his mother taught him how. Combine that with Constance teaching him how to bake and vice versa

9. Pretty much anything by @/lynncaligula15 on ao3. Their writing is just so beautiful. I love "When I look Into Your Almond Eyes" especially.

10. i LOVE these au's. I've written a few myself and it's one of my favorite things to write

11. I like to know as much abt the cut characters as i can. And yes i love them!! I love Astrid and Corey so much

12. Fav scene has to be the one right after Talia. Love me some emotional scenes and then an Ocean crash out

13. i freaking love rollercoasters. i don't really like ones with big drops, i like fast ones with loops and corkscrews. My fav coaster has to be Rockin Roller Coaster at Disney (i'm going to dollywood this summer so that might change)

14. Talia is 100% real and if she isn't neither is love

15. Most emotional might be the ending monologue where Ocean chooses Jane to go back. I cry every time man

16. No oc's! Idk i just haven't come up with any

17. I like to think that Jane moves with very sharp and jagged movements (like in mjr) so i think that Penny would have issues with her joints every now and then from that, as well as neck pain and a scar around her neck

18. Ocean would've gone on to do smth big for sure. Maybe become a politician or a lawyer. She would still be insanely cold hearted though. Noel becomes a successful poet. Misha saves up enough money and moves to Ukraine to be with Talya. Ricky either becomes an animator or a comic book author, either way, he ends up being the most successful and famous out of the choir. He becomes a well known advocate for disabled people too. Not too sure what Penny would do. And as much as i hate to say it, Constance would give up the family cafe and baking all together and most likely would do something close with Ocean, maybe an attorney too.

19. Ocean = blue/orange, Noel = red, Misha = green, Ricky = purple, Penny = green, Constance = pink/purple

20. URANIUM‼️‼️

ride the cyclone ask game!!

(I’ve never actually made/done one of these before so if I somehow manage to do this wrong pls tell me ^^)

1. What’s your favourite production?

2. Have you seen/read the script for Legoland? If so, what do you think?

3. Favourite character and why?

4. If you were in the choir, what would your “the most x person in town” be?

5. Favourite song/songs?

6. Do you engage in shipping, and if so, what is your favourite and least favourite ship?

7. Favourite monologue?

8. What’s your favourite headcanon?

9. Do you have any fic recommendations?

10. Do you enjoy the ‘everybody comes back to life’ aus?

11. Do you know much about the cut characters? If so, do you enjoy them?

12. Favourite scene?

13. Do you like rollercoasters? If so, what type of rides do you like?

14. Do you think Talia is real?

15. What moment/scene in the show makes you the most emotional?

16. Do you have any ocs?

17. Do you think penny retained any ‘jane doe-ish’ features after coming back to life?

18. What do you think the choir would have done after high school if they didn’t ride the cyclone?

19. What colour do you associate with each character?

20. Fall Fair or Uranium Suite?

[chigsprincess]

Hiii! Ur writing style is rlly beautiful! I have a scenario in mind and id love if u brought it to life.. Imagine this- u ask a bllk character( i was thinking abt Bachira, Kunigami, Barou, Shidou, but if they are too many u can pick from them/ add whoever u want) for advice on how to confess/act with ur crush, but they also secretly like u. After some thought, they finally give in and give u that piece of advice, only for u to instantly use it- on them. I rlly like this scenario but i cant imagine how the characters would react😭😭 i hope ure hearing me out

Operation: confession GO!

a/n: omg this was such a cute idea! i loved writing it! thank you so much for requesting, i hope i did it justice! i took it upon myself to write for pre wc kunigami since he is the love of my life lol.

hc: m.bachira, r.kunigami, r.shidou, s.barou

Asking them how you should confess to your crush, but unknown to them they are the crush!

Bachira Meguru

You regretted it immediately. He looks like a puppy who just got scolded.

“You like someone? They are so lucky!” He says with the biggest pout ever.

Totally tries to sabotage you. Tells you to use some cheesy pickup lines, because they’ll work for sure.

You prove him right in an instant when you turn to him with: “I heard you were banned from the grocery store because you’re so hot that everything in the freezer aisle melted.” and a huge smile.

He practically tackles you and kisses you all over your face while you giggle.

He is so happy, bless his heart, he really thought he would have to kill somebody.

Kunigami Rensuke

He looks normal on the outside, but he can hear his heart break in his chest.

He was genuinely surprised you would ask him since he was sure he made it clear he liked you. Finds it kinda cruel.

Suggest you write your genuine feelings down in a letter. He knows you are too shy to do it face-to-face.

The very next day he finds a cute envelope in his gym bag. You even sealed it with wax.

He would never admit it, but he had to fight back some tears by the end of your letter.

“You wrote this for me?” He is so touched.

Wraps you in a hug, and spins you around a few times, just for the dramatics.

Shidou Ryusei

“Are you cheating on me?!”

You can’t help but laugh at him, though he seems dead serious.

Starts listing reasons why you should be crushing on him instead until you whack him in the head.

“I refuse to help the competition darling!”

Makes a ‘beep!’ Sound every time you want to bring it up again.

You start to question why you’re even into this guy. He belongs in some kind of institution for sure.

You just end up shouting your feelings at him out of pure frustration. So much for a cute confession.

Barou Shoei

Baffled. Bamboozled. Looks at you like you just asked the stupidest question ever.

“What kind of donkey are you even into?”

He genuinely thinks that he is the best suited for you. You deserve the best and obviously, no one is better than him, so why are you even into some random guy?

“Just look them in the eye and tell them how it is or whatever!” He grumbles, turning his back towards you.

You tried to turn him around to face you again, but he is built like Hulk so you just have to walk around him and talk that way.

“You are the donkey I’m into!”

He is willing to look past the donkey part just this once.

Scolds you for scaring the shit out of him.

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[pangolin-404]

Finished suturing kit last night (It broke me) and just saw the "She's careful with her teeth" art. Tell me EVERYTHING abt Sam x Hellen 👀👀❤️

you've caught me at the perfect time (doodling them)

I'm still getting a solid grasp on their relationship (both platonic and romantic) but so far:

Hellen is extremely blunt about many things, but not cruel. Sam appreciates this. It's kind of unclear how much of a toll the Visitor took on her mind, or if she was just like that. Did she kill anyone pre-Visitor? Sam's not sure.

Hellen likes Sam's kindness and general demeanor. He's endearing, honest, and extraordinarily patient with all he has to deal with. Strangely collected and soft, even in such an environment.

generally strong mutual respect for each other's skills and tenacity

Sam tends to shoulder a lot of responsibility, which Hellen normally allows. She sees that he's got a good head on his shoulders and doesn't intend to get in the way of the latest plan he's zeroed in on (besides, she's got nothing better to do). But when Sam steps back from the front, he gives the reins to Hellen.

Both Sam and Hellen like doing things for people to show they care. Sometimes they get in each other's way about this. Sometimes it works out (Sam cooks, Hellen does the dishes after).

They try to get into each other's interests. Hellen will lean over the back of the couch to watch Sam play games with Joel (or whoever he's with that session), but wouldn't have any interest in playing herself. Likewise, he'll listen to Hellen talk about plants, and the garden she maintained pre-Visitor. She rarely talks about herself, so it's nice when she opens up a bit. Maybe, eventually, she admits she wants to return to it when everything's over, even if the plants get weird.

the day Sam digs up a gardening game is a beautiful day of bonding

Sam is afraid of, or unsettled by, Hellen's face for some time, but he's seen enough horrors to not react to it. She knows it scares him. Neither of them could put a finger on exactly when Sam stopped being afraid. Over time, and depending on who else lives with Sam, Hellen grows more comfortable leaving the mask off in the apartment.

They're each, in their own ways, unused to human contact. Sam was extremely lonely pre-Visitor, and Hellen's whole perception of herself and her relation to others shifted when she looked outside (she views herself as objectively frightening and something unpleasant to look at; she doesn't want to scare everyone on sight <- I'm still tentative on that take but she's got SOMETHING going on). tldr they're awkward about each other and holding hands

Even during the apocalypse, time to take things slow is rare. They're always either in the trenches or recovering from a fight or stressful encounter. Hardly enough time to be with each other, or even the other people in the apartment, in a peaceful way. Always other things and other people (mainly the kids) to worry about. Not quite such a thing as domesticity, out there.

If Monty and Xaria have kicked Sam out of his own room, he occasionally sleeps against or on top of Hellen while she keeps watch.

even though Hellen is careful, she does end up accidentally biting Sam while kissing him at least once she's bitten him on purpose too

the goofy rabbit drawing kinda gives away part of what I think the rest of hellen looks like. but yeah that, just to a far greater extent. all cuts across her flesh opening into teeth and sometimes eyes. she doesn't have a lot of sensation or control over those mouths but she gets kissed there too because why not, she deserves it :)

Fifteen days wasn't enough for them to know each other as well as they would've liked.

[startrailseeker]

It must be so weird to be silver. Maybe I don't know my sonic lore well enough, but he can travel to any point in the future, right? Not just where we as the audience see.

I see all these ‘sonic characters in the future things’ which I LOVE but it must be so silly thinking abt it from Silver's perspective.

Take Sonadow, or Metamy, or whatever ship you fancy, particularly enemies to lovers, and look at it from Silver's perspective. You see them battling tooth and nail, KNOWING they're going to get together eventually, yet you can't say a thing about it, because it'll probably fuck up the future somehow.

And imagine the angst. I see all this art of Tails with robotic limbs, but obviously that's predated by something terrible. Just imagine being Silver there, KNOWING your friend will lose a limb and just not telling them.

And do you think they'd get mad? “You knew I'd get hurt like this and you didn't warn me? What kind of friend are you?” Not understanding that had he told them, a wild butterfly effect would've happened that would lead to the end of the world. Silver lives with the burden of knowledge, mouth forced shut by the responsibility of protecting the future.

Anyways I totally thought too deep into that. I just love Silver sm :3

[theshiniestgemstone]

i always think of scenarios but feel a little embarrassed to write them so hopefully this is semi okay jeje but basically you know what i think abt? how maybe gideon has been tested by reader here and there. nothing too serious and like he's trying to hold back bc i feel like gideon just lets reader do her thing and maybe one night after an event he's had enough and like :3 gets a bit stern and takes control of the "situation " :3 but he's still nice about??? if that makes sense? and then it's very cute afterwards :D

don't be embarrassed!! I also love this idea sm because he's so chill but that man has a breaking point and you know exactly how to make it there.

warnings: references to sex, fade to black sex, teasing, read at your own discretion

You’d woken up in a mood. One of those moods where you wanted to have Gideon as putty in your hands by the end of the day.

It started early, just as the sun crept through the curtains and birds outside began their morning chorus. Gideon’s hands found your waist, his wake-up call pressed insistently to your thigh.

“Mornin’,” you grinned, grinding your hips back against him, slow and deliberate.

He smiled against your neck, voice husky with sleep. “Sweet girl,” he whispered. “What are your plans for today?”

You hummed, knowing this was your only chance. With a quick flick of the covers over him, you slipped out of reach. “Shower. Then we have church. Then brunch.”

He groaned, dragging the blanket off his face. “Can I join you?”

You shook your head, already padding toward the bathroom. “You always complain it’s too hot. Scalding, even.”

With that, the door swung shut, but you didn’t latch it. If he really, really wanted to, he could. But that’s what you love about him. Even when you left an opportunity open, he never pushed a boundary.

The bathroom filled with steam, warm and soft, as you stepped under the spray. You knew he’d still be out there, probably flat on his back, one arm slung over his face, willing himself to behave. And you liked that. You liked knowing you could stir something in him, all without a single touch. Just suggestion and restraint.

You took your time. Shaved slow. Used that expensive soap he once said made you smell like “heaven and trouble.” When you stepped out in just a towel, you left the door cracked a little wider, wrapped in faux innocence.

He was still in bed, but barely. Propped up on his elbows now, watching you with eyes heavy and hungry.

“All that,” he said, voice rasped with sleep and want, “and you still think you’re walking out of here untouched?”

You blinked, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”

He stood then. Calm. Controlled. But the glint in his eyes told you the leash was wearing thin. “Nothing.”

You furrowed your brows, letting the towel slip off your chest and fall around your waist as you turned, just in time to hide the bite of your lip. You reached for the bra you knew drove him wild, sliding it on slowly. Then lacy panties under the towel, all deliberate. Finally, you grabbed the blue dress he loved, the one that clung in all the right places, and started walking back toward the bathroom.

Truly, if he wanted to, he could’ve come in and made sure you never made it to church.

During the service, you sat in the pew behind him, sliding Abraham twenty dollars to switch you spots without question. The boy was easy to bribe, especially if it meant cash was involved. You spent the whole sermon watching Gideon’s back, his shoulders taut beneath his blazer, fingers tapping restlessly against the hymnbook. You knew he felt your eyes. You made sure of it.

After the final prayer, you made a show of walking ahead of him, laughing just a little too loud at something Keefe said, swinging your hips just to make sure Gideon wasn’t going to look away. You didn't look back, but you felt Gideon watching you, jaw tight, like he was doing math in his head just to stay calm.

Then came the car ride to brunch. He drove. You sat beside him, all prim and pleasant, until your hand drifted dangerously close to his upper thigh. Close enough to make him flinch, but not close enough to stop you. The car ride was coming to an end and you leaned in like you were going to whisper something sweet.

Instead, just as he pulled into the parking spot, you turned his face toward you and gripped his chin. The kiss you gave him was deep, slow, and purposeful, nothing shy, nothing polite. You kissed him like he belonged to you. Like you'd been holding that in all morning.

When you pulled back, his pupils were blown wide.

You smoothed your dress, lips curved in a satisfied little smile. “You coming?” you asked, already opening the car door.

He didn’t answer. Just stared at the dashboard for a second, breathing hard like he was praying.

Brunch was no different.

You chose the seat beside him, not across like usual, close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. Your hand landed in his lap more than once, always innocent, always brief. A laugh here, a playful nudge there. Just enough for him to grit his teeth and pretend to adjust his napkin.

You made a show of chewing on your straw, swirling it around your glass with a slow, deliberate roll of your wrist. He caught you doing it and looked away, jaw tight, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch. You didn’t ask him to repeat it.

Then you ordered pie. Of course you did.

He was already trying to hold it together, sitting bolt upright, politely nodding through small talk, avoiding your gaze like it might burn. But when the pie arrived, and you scooped up a bit of whipped cream only for some to cling to your thumb… he stilled. You looked at him, holding eye contact as you licked at your thumb.

You could see the twitch in his jaw, the subtle shift in his seat like he was seconds from cracking.

“What?” you asked, eyes wide, voice syrupy.

He didn’t answer.

You didn’t need him to.

Unlike other Sundays, tonight was packed. It was some local fundraiser Eli insisted the whole family attend, complete with silent auctions, speeches, and too many cameras. You wore the same dress. The one Gideon already couldn't stop thinking about. The one he’d watched you slip into that morning with shaking hands and a barely-there breath.

You didn’t change for the evening. On purpose. When he asked, brow raised, you just smiled and said, “Didn’t see a reason to fix what wasn’t broken.” Then gave him a wink that made him mutter something about needing five more minutes in the car before walking in.

Inside the venue, the Gemstones schmoozed with donors and old church friends. Jesse did most of the talking. Eli played humble patriarch. Judy tried not to spill champagne on her dress. You floated through it all like a storm dressed in silk. Simply laughing, sipping your drink, always a step ahead of Gideon.

You leaned in too close during photos. Let your fingers brush against his when no one was looking. Whispered things in his ear that had nothing to do with the event. Just small, wicked nothings: You looked so good in church today. I almost ruined my dress. Or, You keep breathing like that and I’m going to think you want me to misbehave.

You caught him staring more than once. His eyes followed the dip of your neckline every chance he had, the sway of your hips as you walked away.

And during the auction, while someone gave a long-winded speech about community and growth, you pressed your hand to his thigh under the table. Just rested it there. Thumb brushing slow, lazy circles that said I know exactly what I’m doing.

He didn’t speak the rest of the dinner. He just stared at his plate, barely touching his food.

You knew he was keeping score.

And that was exactly the point.

Which is why it shouldn’t have been a shock, shouldn’t have made your breath catch, when, the moment you stepped into the parking lot, Gideon gripped your wrist tightly, spun you around, and pinned your hips to the car. The metal was cool against your back, but his body was warm, pressed flush against yours, tension coiled tight in every inch of him. His lips found yours instantly, rough, urgent, nothing like the kiss from earlier. This one didn’t ask. It took.

You gasped, hands starting to rise, maybe to push him back, maybe to pull him closer, you weren’t sure, but he caught them. Fingers wrapped firmly around your wrists, pressing them back against the car’s frame, holding you there like he didn’t trust himself to let go.

“You think you can play with me all day and just walk away?” he growled against your mouth.

Your smile was breathless, your legs already weak. “Maybe.”

He leaned in closer, breath hot against your ear. “Not a chance.”

You let out a soft whine. “Gideon.”

It was rare for him to take control like this. To behave so… primal. Usually he was gentle, reverent. Careful. But when the restraint snapped, when the leash gave way, you were the one in for a treat.

He pulled back just as more guests began to trickle out into the lot, smoothing your dress and swiping your hair behind your ear like he hadn’t just kissed you like a man starved. His voice dropped low, intimate and deliberate.

“I’m going to drive us home,” he said, like he was giving instructions. “I’m going to sit in the car for five minutes. You have that time to change, wait for me… whatever you want. After that, it’s my turn with you.”

He smiled down at you, sweet and devastatingly calm, but his eyes burned. “Is that okay?”

You nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah. Two minutes.” Then, quieter, almost trembling, “I want you to rip this off of me.”

His smile widened just slightly. Not smug, just sure.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, already unlocking the car, “I was hoping you'd say that.”

+++

“Everything alright, darling?” he asked gently, running a cool, wet washcloth between your thighs with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

You could barely muster a reply, still lying on your stomach, arms stretched limply over your head, fingers curled weakly into the sheets. The room was quiet now, save for the low hum of the AC and the occasional creak of the cooling bedframe. Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the tangled mess of limbs and fabric. Your dress was bunched around your waist, wrinkled and stained, the zipper split halfway down like it had given up halfway through the struggle. Your bra, what was left of it, hung off one shoulder in a sad, twisted scrap- ripped clean down the middle in a moment of rough, feverish urgency. Mascara streaked your cheeks in inky trails, smudged by sweat, tears, and the drag of his hands across your face. You looked ruined. Ravished. And you’d never felt more content.

You felt wrecked. Melted. Glowing.

“Mhm,” you finally murmured, face buried in the pillow, voice thick with satisfaction. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

He chuckled low, dragging the cloth across your skin one more time before tossing it aside. “I warned you.”

You smiled, slow and sleepy. “Yeah, but you never follow through.”

He leaned over, kissing your bare shoulder softly. “Guess you finally pushed the right buttons.”

You turned your head just enough to see him, hair messy, lips kiss-bitten, eyes soft as ever. And even in the afterglow with your body humming, your voice hoarse, you knew one thing for sure:

You’d be doing it all over again next Sunday.

[cloversplace]

Every member of the gang is a terrible driver.

Soda is super energetic and puts the saying “put the pedal to the metal” to shame (Darry’s growin’ gray hairs js watching him drive lol) he also likes to test his limits so he drives crazy fast, uses his looks to get out of speeding tickets (got that idea from @ask-the-curtis-gang)

Dally is just Dally, speeding, reckless driving, the occasional hit-and-run (/j… maybe) he only drives slightly decent when he’s in the car with Darry, Johnny, or Pony, traffic laws exist for him to break.

Two-bit could be an okay driver if he put in the effort. He speeds and runs red lights “by accident” all the time, he’s also not-sober most of the time so that automatically impairs his driving abilities, Darry hates it

Steve is probably the best driver in the gang aside from Darry, only he speeds and doesn’t follow traffic laws as vigorously

Johnny doesn’t drive, he’s driven a few times but he hates it with a passion, “turn the music down I can’t see the road” Johnny Cade is so canon to me, if he lived I dont think he would like driving anyways

Darry is the only good driver, that’s it.

(Steve taught Pony how to drive, pony’s an okay driver, he js gets really freaked out and ends up driving really slow lmao)

(Inspired by @broareweabouttoviberightnow’s post abt this)

[goatgoesmbe]

naw but fr tho i think you've given me more knowledge in islamic sex ed than all my 12 years in school

I went to religious school since elementary and they didn't teach shit abt sex, except that one time about how to keep them coochie clean

So yea, i feel u bestie 😞🤝😞

I mostly asked a professor/ustad directly like, after the lecture i'd approach them to talk privately coz i wanna know what kind of sex toys would be halal 😄

.. eventually some who are used to me made this face like "omg.. this person again" when i raised my hand during qna session (im shameless, ive reached the peak of not gaf)

But i appreciate them for always answering seriously. Like this one time a kid asked if eating pork in Minecraft is halal lolol (it is Halal ofc LMAO)

and some others who were like, "you know what? Here's a whole guide so you can research them yourself"

So.. here ya go sksksk

Bismillah..

THE SOURCES (VERSES)

Can only be taken from:

Quran

Hadith

Prophet SAW besties (Shahabat) habit

Qiyas Syar'i

"But what are thosee 👀"

Quran: the words of God. Usually his response to the Prophet SAW. Like- they were having a convo, or God just wanted to yap. They're all recorded here. Like that whole verse about him saying fuck your psychotic uncle, or the other one about Him scolding the Prophet for his RBF

Hadith: the words and action of the Prophet SAW. In 1st person/3rd person

Split into: Shahih, Hasan, Dhaif, Maudhu

Shahih: valid, undebatable. He legit said that fr (he as in, the Prophet)

Hasan: means good, could be valid.. but one/some of the Rawi is sus.. it's ok tho

Dhaif: WEAK, some sources were questionable but some Rawi said valid- so this could be taken with a grain of salt FOR HISTORY SOURCES ONLY, it's NOT allowed to be the basis of a ruling

Maudhu: Fake, some guy legit said being a nationalist is Sunnah- lmao (bro made shit up)

*Rawi: scholars who confirmed the validity of hadith. Being a Rawi is very strict, they have to be perfect. For example they should never lie. So when i say a rawi is sus, sometimes it's coz someone saw them fishing (some said its Makruh coz ur lying to the fish :( by luring them with nomnom then yeet them u_u)

"But what if they lie about not lyin"

Wallahu'alam. We're taught to always assume positively about anyone except when there's a CONCRETE proof that this person is bad. And if the Rawi actually lie? Then they gonna bear the sins of everyone trusting their cited verses (everyone who followed the verses wouldn't be punished, coz obv they dunno if Rawi lie)

Prophet SAW besties habit: i think it's self explanatory- lol. This usually taken from hadith mauquf (hadith about words/action of the besties- 1st POV or 3rd POV)

This could be taken as verse- because they idolized the Prophet SAW so much so that they copied everything he does (including crouching when he pee- his wife told the besties it happened uh- yeah there's a verse about how to gain reward/avoid sin from pissing alone (Shahih Ahmad))

Qiyas Syar'i: scholars gathering and using their big brains to discuss the ruling for new stuff in modern time (period after the Prophet and his besties died). And since im no scholar, i usually just look up these discussion instead of using my own logic

Notes: these sources are preserved by bijillion people memorizing them. Hadith usually happened like this: A saw the Prophet eating chicken :O (Shahih Bukhari, 5517), A told B, B told C, etc etc (these are called Sanad). And then the Rawi will look it up and probably ask from A to C if that really happened, then the Rawi sorted them as Shahih, Hasan, etc. The Rawi era ended in year 920, no other people would be valid enough to be one in the present.. because well- how could you check if A really said to B.. they've been dead

More notes: it is important to preserve the verses in arabic. To avoid misscommunication due to mistranslation

THE RULING

THE OBJECTS: Halal & Haram

By nature, everything is Halal UNLESS there's an explicit verse saying they're not

Example: there's no verse about cigarette being haram. So the cigarette in itself is halal. But the use of it/smoking.. is another discussion for scholars

More example: Pork is haram (Al-Baqarah: 173).. to consume, trade, or serving them. Touching the meat is ok lol

"But 🙋 how about coccaine✨ there's no explicit verse saying coccaine"

Yes, but it counts as Khamr. Khamr doesn't necessarily means alcohol- but anything that could be intoxicating. Verse againt khamr: Al-Maidah: 90. There may be some scholars disputes (ofc using them for emergency/medical reason is ok.. like anaesthetic is khamr)

THE ACTION: Wajib, Sunnah/Mustabah, Mubah, Makruh, Haram

Wajib: Mandatory, you have to do it and get rewarded :D. If not, the you sinned >:(

Sunnah: Reccomended 👍, you do it? You get rewarded :D, you don't do it? It's ok

Mubah: Allowed, ..no reward, no sin.. just ok

Makruh: Not reccomended 🫤, you do it? Ok.. but if you resist the urge to do it you'd get rewarded :D

Haram: Obviously, don't do it coz it's a sin

For this, an act has to be explicitly stated in verses, whether it's ok or nah. Some might changes due to situations.. (for example: one time during the time of Caliphate Umar, they went thru famine, and the rich were greedy- not giving to people in need during it. So Umar said- U KNO WHAT, STEALING FROM THEM IS OK)

"But how do we knoww 😔"

Look up verses of Quran or Hadith Shahih/Hasan on google and such. Also opinions of valid scholars. Some might varies so make sure to look up if a Scholar is educated in that subject. It's ok to take any opinions to your liking even tho it's different from other scholar (example: most Indonesian scholar said music is halal.. with some exceptions ofc)

Also look at Tafsir! I reccomend avoiding trying to translate the meaning of verses by yourself, because mistranslation is a thing, also its usually worded in a way that it's hard to understand (old language be sophisticated ukno). So it's best to look up what scholars think this verses actually mean + the context of the situation and time when the verse happened (Tafsir)

Alright, enough of the boring stuff

✨SEX✨

Intimacy or any kind of affection to your spouse is an act of worship. So be horny 😌 for God 🫡

Foreplay is Sunnah (Al-Baqarah: 233). Scholars said: preceed with kind words, be playful, kisses, etc (Im saying that praise kink is Sunnah-)

Saying Bismillah and some prayers is Sunnah also, ..don't need to say it out loud, just mumbled it or said it in your head is ok too

Any positions is allowed as long as the penetration is into vagina

Any kind of anal penetration is not allowed :( (From Ibn Majah, hadith Sahih) a/n: lowkey funnyy how God said "NO ANAL" three times here-

But ☝️ Eating ass is ok 👍. Just dont penetrate with tongue/fingers/penis/etc. You can rub or grind between ascheeks, tease the rim with your tongue- these are probably Makruh.. but it's not a sin.. so :P

Period sex is not allowed (Al-Baqarah:222)

But ☝️ You 🫵 Can be creative. Like pussy job, stimulate clit, and the like- as long as theres not penetration to the bleeding cunt it's ok 👍 (probably Makruh)

Sex toys are okay 👍 but only for external stimulation, meaning- no penetration

Sex toys are also okay only if your partner is stimulating you with it, can't use it on yourself ;) (Again, some said Makruh, some said Haram)

Masturbation is not allowed (Al-Mu'minun 5-7, tafsir-ed by Syafii). But some scholars said that it's allowed if you're so horny it made you want to do things with someone who's not Halal for you (like that one Gazxreader mid-courting fic)

Though some scholars did say masturbation is allowed.. (but no penetration) makruh tho- it differs from variety on how scholars think the verse above meant. Some used the argument from verse (Al-An'am: 119) where it is said that anything needed to be said explicitly to be wrong/right in any verse- and masturbation never stated explicitly. Sees also opinions of Tabain, from Al-Muhalla by ibn Hazm- they're ok with it

Bondage and other kinks are allowed if both parties are consenting and had communicate it properly. And it shouldn't cause emotional distress/physical harm

..If anything, indulging in your partner kink is Sunnah :D

Giving each other head is okay, but not reccomended. Just don't swallow :3 (some said Makruh, some Haram)

Pulling out (azl) and using condom etc is ok 👍 but breeding kink is Sunnah (especially when the receiver is into it :3)

..Yes you can suck tiddy and drink the milk

..Yes you can fuck with hijab on praying mattress

..Yes you can use prayer beads as toys, dunno how but.. be creative(?) (still no penetration)

Sexting/Phone Sex is allowed. But either parties are not allowed to masturbate (some said Makruh, some said Haram). Though, both scholars said it's ok if you cum from it somehow with no hands involved/toys (again, some said Makruh some said Haram for the latter)

If you're not ashamed of it.. then do it ig (Said the Prophet, from Shahih Bukhari: 3483)

But it's reccomended to have haya and not be filthy (not a sin tho)

Scat and piss kink isn't allowed because the object (piss&shit) themselves are considered najis (dirty)

Penetrative sex & Orgasm break your fast! But making out and heavy petting is ok (edging is ok ehehe- probably Makruh tho). There's a verse about the Prophet kissing his wife, sucked her tongue, and drank her saliva- which means that doesn't break your fast.. (Shahih Bukhari: 1927)

But if you cum by accident.. like idk, in your sleep, or just somehow- it wouldn't break your fast. Just bathe

You need to bathe before praying if you had sex/orgasm

You don't need to bathe immediately after sex/orgasm

If you want to go another round, it's Sunnah to take wudhu between rounds

If you get aroused, leaking precum, getting wet and such- but didnt have an orgasm- you don't need to bath, just take wudhu

Both parties aren't allowed to talk about their sexy times with other people except for educational/medical purposes

Watching visual pornography is Haram due to the nature of us having to avert our gaze anyway

But reading text porn is a grey area. Either Makruh or Haram

Having nasty thoughts is alright, God made us horny as He stated. It's what you do with those thoughts that would be judged

and uh.. idk what else, lmk if i miss anything

If you do any of the forbidden stuff byy accident, like- oh no.. Gaz 👀 wrong hole..

That's not a sin, coz you didnt intent to- but yes do immediately stop when you realized it

And dont feel bad, God is mercifull so repent

Notes: Sin with God and Sin because you hurt people are different. Let's say you ate pork on purpose, then repent and promised to not do it again. But if you hurt someone, you have to get their apology specifically. If not, there would be consequences in the day of judgement. (Rawi Muslim)

Example: Fulan stole his sister's Muffin from the fridge. It's Sunnah for the sister to forgive, she would be greatly rewarded. But if she couldnt help and hold grudges, both would be called forward. An angel would ask if she forgave her brother, if she said yea then cool. But if not, then Fulan has to give one of his pahala (reward/good deeds point) to his sister. And of course, anyone wouldn't just offend one person in their life.. so every each person who had grudges towards Fulan would alsoo be called forward then asked the same question. If Fulan is hated by sooo many people- to the point he has no pahala anymore :(, then the next person gonna give Fulan one of their sin, etc, vice versa.

So.. God may be merciful, but people (me) aren't. Someone could be really good religious wise but is an ass towards people in general, in that case, their good deeds from religious duty is useless *cough*mom*cough* (from Sahih Muslim: 2581)

This is a reminder to be kind 😌 "Speak only good words, or keep silent" or something along those lines (Shahih Bukhari: 6018)

Feel free to ask questions in my inbox/dm- but again! Im no scholar! Just a student :3 So i just gonna offer the opinions of scholars i gathered

Asking questions is reccomended in Islam

Even the Angels themselves who are made to be obedient- asked God when He said he wanted to make humans.

They basically said "Art thou sure?, They're just gonna kill each other and destroy earth". God answered "Yeah ik. Now kneel at them" (Al-Baqarah: 32-37)

Wallahu'alam