#i just know his lips are soft

[serafisolaris]

my lil guy that i carry around

[gods-perfect-idiots]

❤️💛

[crystallinemoonlight]

sometimes i'll think about how, at the start of episode four, pete offers to help porsche guess who he might have kissed at the pier the night before, and i imagine a crackfic where porsche goes on a quest to find out who it was by kissing his colleagues one by one - starting with pete of course that man was ready to sacrifice himself for the cause when porsche had questions about casual hookups later in the episode, offering himself up without hesitation

he visits them one by one; pol is confused... but intrigued, it's like one of tankhun's series! arm already knows it wasn't him but insists they check it anyway... just to be sure, right? you never know. ken says he'll break his face if he tries anything (very suspicious, porsche makes sure to highlight his name). big doesn't know whether to be angry or confused, he wasn't even there??? no he and ken didn't sneak in halfway through because of a secret crush, this isn't one of tankhun's series! tankhun asks what they're doing and if he can join but porsche isn't about to open that can of worms.

maybe at some point kinn catches on and realizes porsche doesn't remember but is rating the others based on if they kiss better or worse than the ~mystery person~, which is giving him an ego boost up until porsche declares that one of his friends is actually a better kisser and therefore can't possibly have been involved (said friend is very confused about why khun kinn is giving him death glares for the rest of the week)

you can even throw in some chan or vegas or anyone else if you want to, just go crazy with it, i think that'd be really funny especially if porsche just casually blasts vegas after they make out for a solid minute saying "no you're good but the other guy was just less desperate you feel me, sorry bro".

[greasydumbfuck]

im in such a mood today. need to have frank lay his head on my chest and let me scratch the back of his head.

[youngdutchishot]

is there any information about Annabelle? yeah, strange question maybe, but i'm genuinely curious!! I want to write a post canon fluffy fic about Dutch and Annabelle, but don't exactly know much about her.

is she even spoken about? or is the only crumb of information during that scene between Colm and Dutch where they're arguing about "oh but you killed my brother wah wah" "yeah well i liked annabelle" ( im obv kidding its much more complex than that yes ik ). I also know of it just being sprinkled into the story here, and there(?), but other than that it doesn't seem to be brought up into the game as much??

like i wana know about her more :(( i just recently wrote down her design since i cant art, but im itching for smth. what is that smth, man, idk, but im itching for it

[burke-juliet]

started reading red white and royal blue and there is literally no heterosexual explanation for how alex describes henry AND shaan in chapter 2. How did this boy ever convince himself he was straight

[minban]

it is a new day, bathed in golden sunlight. the night's shelter gives way to the daylight's revealing of it all, yet the crimson mistress finds herself unwilling to forsake the warmth of this moment. therefore, she draws closer to Jing Yuan, nestling at his chest as a silent seeking of comfort, a gesture of trust untold when eyes fall shut and she can listen to his heartbeat. it soothes her, it reminds her of home, it beckons Mya to feel safe.

"may we stay like this a bit longer?" the woman groggily murmurs. yes, she is aware. he will soon be demanded to return to his duties. but, then, this implies she will sprawl in an empty, cold bed. she does not want this, not as of now. not as of yet.

a well known feline companion finds his way there, too. and she will not protest if the lion decides to climb the bed and seek to share in this tranquil moment, too. to this end, Mya peeks at Jing Yuan, as if to silently make the request on Mimi's behalf as well. ( hello we are kindly requesting somft cuddle 🥺 )

@furiaei / a lazy morning (and maybe afternoon)

the first rays of sunlight encases him in a warmth that he is all too happy to soak up while he lays cushioned between the soft blankets and plush bedding. soon, he is cushioned between his beloved with a plea on her lips followed by his dear enormous house cat as well. jing yuan's eyes flutter open and he chuckles at the sight of his two most cherished souls trapping him onto the bed as they use their bodies as a shield between him and inevitable work. what a sight they make this early in the morning, his lover who holds incomparable strength in her small frame and his lion who seeks the soft heat of the sunlight as much as he does.

jing yuan ruffles mimi's mane and turns on his side so that he may pull mya closer to him, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her against his bare chest. these peaceful mornings of theirs have become a comfort that he has grown unbearably fond of. to wake up in the morning with his lover in his arms is a type of comfort he did not know he had yearned for until it was presented to him in the form of one feisty woman who stole his heart as if the organ was ripe for the picking. moments like these are ones he finds himself unwilling to let go of, a dwindling inclination to get up from bed and get ready for the day, and all he has to blame are the two sets of pleading eyes that are enough to bring the general of the luofu to submission.

"okay," he says with a sigh on his lips as he relaxes into the plush sheets beneath him as if this were one of the hardest decisions he has had to make in recent days. it is, unfortunately for his many vassals, a decision he has grown accustomed to making in the days where he is able to hold mya in his arms. and he will do it again for as many times as mya wishes for him to stay in bed with her. it is no hardship on his end, a happy little excuse for him to turn up to work late. he wraps himself further around mya, nuzzling his face into her hair the same time he feels mimi laying his fuzzy weight on top of him. who could blame him for not showing up to work on time when he is clearly trapped to his bed? "we can stay here for as long you want."

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

Sage Ayana

Race: Human

Nationality: Atlas (Areia colony)

Ethnicity: Mixed Vacun & Mistrali

Weapon: Pilgrim

Gender: Man

Sexuality: Aromantic pansexual

Starting Age: 17

Birthday: Spring 1st

Aura Color: Green

Handedness: Right

Complexion: Dark brown

Eye Color: Red

Semblance: Remedy (Every time Sage's Aura shield takes damage, Sage's semblance converts the damage into a secondary Aura reserve called Mood. Sage can use his Mood to heal his body or to recharge his Aura shields immediately, which looks like green leaves wrapping around his body.)

Occupation: Haven student, Junior Detective, Boy band drummer

Previous Occuppation: Sanctum Regional Tournament player (2nd place ten times)

"And the winner is, Sage Ayana of Areia city!" the host announced to the crowd. The hundreds of people in the crowd went wild. Hundreds of them chanting, screaming, Sage's name. He could reasonably assume that almost everyone from his home was watching, cheering for him too. It wasn't good enough.

Sage headed to the locker room. He sat down and began checking his weapon for damages, even though last match only lasted about 7 minutes. That was when she came in. "Good afternoon, Sage Ayana."

Quiet.

"Good afternoon, Pyrrha Nikos." Sage said back to the armored redhead. "It seems we will be going up against each other in the finals again." Pyrrha stated.

Silence.

Pyrrha started again, "How many times have we faced each other like this?"

"Ten times, in a row. I lost every single match."

"Don't sell yourself so short! It's an accomplishment to make it to the finals consistently."

"Stop." Sage commanded.

Pause.

"... Pyrrha," Sage looked her in the eyes for the first time she entered the room, "you know what it's like for people like us. We don't represent ourselves, we represent our towns. And each time I lose here... forget it. I shouldn't have said that." Sage then turned his back again.

Pyrrha walked in front of Sage. "I apologize if my skill in combat has upset you," Pyrrha said, "but being the best comes with a price."

"That's easy for you to say-"

"It's not!" Pyrrha shouted. "... I know Areia is... unfavorably compared to Argus by Atlesians. But know that I, nor anyone else in Argus, view your city that way. We are equals. And it is an honor to earn second place as many times as you did even if you don't see it that way, friend." Pyrrha then reached out her hand to Sage.

For a moment, Sage considered taking her hand. Forgetting about his duties, his discipline, his fidelity to his parent's teachings of strength.

"We are not friends, Pyrrha Nikos." Sage stared her in the eye.

"... very well then, Sage Ayana. Eternal rivals, then." Pyrrha sadly stated.

"...ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for the finale!!!" The host screamed so loud it could be heard inside the locker room.

Sage and Pyrrha got up and walked to the door, waiting for it to automatically open.

"May the best fighter win" Pyrrha hummed.

"I won't lose this time." Sage stated to her.

"You have said that ten times before." Pyrrha coldly stated back.

For a moment, Sage's mouth turned into a frown, but he corrected his face. He must always correct himself, always strive to be perfect... still not good enough.

[mrsackermannx]

tw: sensory overload, neurodivergent coded reader.

thinking about coming home to your apartment with aki overstimulated and a little irritable to have him work it all away in seconds? the sound of his breathing is the only sound that doesn’t make you want to break out of your skin, he pulls you close, and wordless at the doorway, peeling away your coat. peeling away the outside world. he doesn’t say anything, not yet. instead he waits until you’re out of your coat and shoes, and he pulls you toward the bathroom. tea lights dotted all over, rose petals leading a trail to the door, chocolate covered fruit on a tray beside the tub.

your brows knit, and you rejoice in the sensation. they’re no longer furrowed, not when you’re looking at him. you pull on his tie, grinning at him, “hello,” you whisper, shifting the hair from his eyes. “how rude of me not to have said hello to you yet…” he smirks, shaking his head he tilts your chin and presses his mouth on yours. “not at all,” he tells you, voice soft, “i know this week’s been a lot, i feel it,” the measured, squeezes of his fingers around your hips make your breathing grow ragged and uneven. “you need to relax, with me.”

your heart throbs. you throw your arms around his neck, “aki, i wanted to see you all day,” he gasps at your earnest words, pressing you against the tile wall as he rips at your pantyhose, his lips all over your jaw. “don’t tell me that, because tonight we’re taking it slow—right?“ You moan as he works your panties aside anyway, even more so when he swipes your arousal from side to side. “i don’t wanna think, about anything. just you, aki, just you. can you do that?”

“id do anything for you.” he locks your wrists together and pins them above you, keeping them clasped together with one hand. “and now ive got you all to myself for the weekend…you’re all mine and only mine, for now. you don’t need to think about a thing.” his other hand toys with your slick, teasing you until he works his fingers in ways that have you panting and cursing into the steam of the bathroom. “ill make you feel better…so much better.” he groans, feeling the way you clench on his cock, his hands locked with yours. “that’s it, lose yourself. ‘till you’re too full to think of anything else.”

[6blackfilin9]

How can u make Odin so cute???? Ur artstyle is amazing

i had no choice i'm afraid

[karinyosa]

cant stop thinking abt when i walked home w work crush the first day and neither of us could stop staring at the other's lips. today he offered to help me w my Tasks unprompted. I HAVE NO GAME IM LOST AT SEA

[rhythm-of-space]

Josh's side profile really is that girl it's so beautiful???

[spaceratprodigy]

was drawing faith and max smooching and I've decided I need to draw them kissing each other's scars for the millionth time

[1980ssunflower]

AOUHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[bkgsdoll]

kissies

pestering your boyfriend for kisses, 'cause his lips feel oh so soft against yours, and you just can't get enough;

"kats, gimme kiss," you said, lips puckered playfully.

he leaned down, gave you a quick peck, then turned right back to the pot, stirring with that trademark scowl of concentration. you grinned, pleased at his compliance.

three seconds passed.

"kats, gimme kiss."

he sighed but leaned down again, giving you another quick peck, his eyes flicking to you with an almost imperceptible smile before he focused back on the meal.

you counted under your breath. one… two… three…

"kats, gimme kiss."

this time, he didn't look quite so amused, but he still obliged with another quick peck before turning away, grumbling, "y'know, I'm tryin' to cook here."

your grin widened. "kats, gimme kissss."

he groaned, but again, leaned down, brushing his lips against yours—albeit a bit more impatiently this time. "last one," he warned, returning his focus to the pot with a shake of his head.

and of course, you just couldn't let it go.

"Katsss, gimmeee kissss," you teased, drawing out the words with an innocent smile.

he stopped stirring, shoulders tensing as he let out a slow, deep breath. he turned to you, brow raised, the faintest glint of annoyance mixed with affection in his eyes. "you want me to kiss you or do you want dinner, huh?"

"can't I have both?" you shrugged, batting your lashes.

his lips twitched as he fought back a smile. "listen," he said, leaning down. "if I give you one more, you better be done askin' 'til after dinner, or i'll start chargin'."

"and if I don't?" you stifled a laugh, feigning serious thought.

"then you can forget dinner," he said, finally breaking into a grin. with that, he leaned in, his kiss lingering just a bit longer, with his hand cradling the back of your head.

"worth it," you whispered, as he pulled back.

"you're so damn lucky I tolerate your ass..." he rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally cracking a soft laugh as he went back to the stove.

mlist!

[lamefish]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”