#i really like these pants but also. ehhhh

[widevibratobitch]

girl distraught over literally nothing lmao

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi’s never been one who cared about running late before, so why does he now?

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! none, fluff, early date scenario. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! these random writing ideas are haunting me istg! why is my brain suddenly trying to work again :< back w my baby <3

nagi seishiro has never unnecessarily ran for anything in his life

call him a slacker, lazy.. he never felt the need to exceed more energy than required — always looking for ways to get him out of everything that he found bothersome.

so why is he running now? casting glances at the screen of his phone between strides because he said he’d meet you at 1pm and he’s got 3 minutes but he’s 5 minutes away. he can remember the way your smile twitched at the sides and the little, subtle glow your eyes held when you asked if he’d like to visit a new cafe with you and he shrugged his shoulders with his ‘kay. hes thankful that the messy mop of snowy hair that falls over his features helped to hide the way the tips of his ears flushed that day.

but why’s he remembering that now? what a pain.

nagi huffs as he slows at the crossing, panting softly before he’s tapping his phone screen again. he’s almost there but he’s sweating hard.. he could really go a bath, maybe he would’ve worn something a little lighter than his usual oversized clothes if he knew he was going to be running through the streets.

the crossing turns green & nagi’s off again, another few blocks—a few heavy breathes and it’s like a relief when he’s turns the corner to see you’re still there. still waiting.

“nagi?” you question suddenly as his tall figure shuffles its way towards you, his hair is more disheveled than usual and you think it’s amusing how suddenly wobbly he looks—urging you to reach to steady him as he catches his breath.

“ah, sorry..” nagi’s words are breathless as he finds himself leaning his weight onto you, just enough for him to balance himself before he takes another deep breath. “i think i’m gonna die.”

although you’re still curious.. and concerned, he could’ve been running from some mob or wild animal for all you know. “are you okay, what the hell?”

“nah, i kinda fell asleep.” nagi manages and you really try to hold in the giggle you can feel bubble through your throat. but you still let a grin twitch at your lips as he gives you a sleepy look.

“you’re only 2 minutes late.”

“ehhhh, really? so bothersome.” that’s when you really laugh as you feel him drape more of his weight on top of you, self-consciously you think.. but maybe it’s because he can just pass off the pinker flush of his skin right now to exhaustion but also a little embarrassment.

“oh, uh. i brought you this.“ nagi speaks again after a few more moments, reaching in to rummage around in his hoodie pocket before he’s pulling out a crumbled little package and placing it softly into your palms.

“a vitamin jelly?” you ask earnestly and there’s something charming about the way he shrugs before sending you a starry-eyed look then suddenly looks away when you meet it with your own.

“uh.. yeah, i thought you’d be hungry i guess. the store was busy so it was a hassle.”

“are you hungry?” it’s an honest question and you can see nagi humming it over in his mind for a few moments before he’s shrugging again, “a little. i’m sweaty, wanna take another nap now.”

although you think he seems a little perkier now as you let yourself grab onto the hem of his sweatshirt, urging him to follow behind you as you send him a pretty smile from over your shoulder that makes him burn.

“it was probably all the running, big guy. let’s get you some food.”

“hey, i just didn’t wanna make you wait.”

nagi thinks it was worth it though because you’re beautiful when you’re caught somewhere between a smile and a laugh— still holding onto the vitamin jelly he brought you and everytime his hand brushes against yours he can feel the urge to intertwine it with his own.

“are you sure you weren’t just excited to see me?” that really gets to him because he swears the rate of his heartbeat spikes like he just ran around tokyo twice, it’s unfamiliar—he’s not used to stuff like this. how’s he supposed to act? what does this even mean?

“don’t tease me, ‘ts no fair. ‘m too sleepy to fight back now. wanna carry me?” nagi drawls out lazily and he’s a little surprised when you actually laugh. another brush of his hand against yours as you walk and he thinks that maybe he’ll let it linger with the next one.

“no, but i can buy you lunch.”

“hm, ‘kay.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[crystalflygeo]

Intoxicating desire ft Baizhu + gn!reader

cw/tags: This one is more sensual/suggestive than straight up smut tbh. Reader has some experience while Baizhu doesn't and is guided along. Biting kink (reader giving) making out, slight dry humping I guess?? dirty talk if you squint?? idk what to tag

notes: Feeling a little odd/unsure about this one but a little someone inspired me to just post it ehhhh hope someone likes it. Guess it also counts as a lil revenge againts that someone hmmmm. Also yes I like to bite I want to bite him xdcgbhjnmkas. He'll be fine..... probably

“Just tell me if it’s too much” You smiled, warm yet mischievous.

Baizhu is panting already.

The two of you have barely done anything in all honestly, but just the fact of being here, now, with you. Doing this. It was enough to make all his thoughts scatter out of control.

You back a little but still nuzzle at his neck “Are you ok? Your breathing is harsh.”

Your voice is low, velvet, he can feel your breath ghosting at his skin and it makes him shiver. “…Y…Yeah” He manages.

“Should we stop?” There is concern in your tone and you scoot back a little from the spot sitting at the bed, avoiding contact as to not overwhelm him.

Instead, Baizhu pulls you closer eager for the grounding feeling he gets from you, slotting your hips together.

“No… it’s fine.”

Your cheeks warm up as you stare at his sharp golden eyes. One of his hands cups your face and your own arms surround his neck, though you take note of the fast pace of his heart “Are you sure? There’s no need to force it.”

Baizhu just nods, then pulls you in for a kiss. He really doesn’t feel up to talking. Right now, he wants to feel you as close as you can get.

You smile into the kiss and your hands start roaming, fumbling a little with his top. It’s intoxicating… these feelings.

You just want more.

Baizhu inhales sharply and his skin prickles with goosebumps as you slip your hands under his clothes, you lean in once more to kiss at his neck again.

“Ah… darling, what are you…?”

You bite down and Baizhu gasps.

You lap and suck at his neck softly, almost ticklish, threading your hands through his beautiful long green locks, and he shifts awkwardly. It feels so good. Once you’re done with that spot you move to another place down to his shoulder.

“Hng-” He’s desperately trying to stifle any sound wanting to escape from his mouth. Though that doesn’t stop the whimpers caught in his throat, reacting to his quickly heating cheeks.

“Holding back isn’t going to do you any good.” You suddenly mention, and he can almost picture your sly grin. “The whole point is for you to test out all these sensations.”

Baizhu’s glad you’re focused on his neck, he was sure he’d die if you saw his red face.

Both of your hands are at his bare torso now, they’re warm and incredibly soft making him shiver, until you lightly run your nails across his skin. A moan spills out of his mouth, low and needy, and he’s overwhelmingly embarrassed.

What kind of person gets so shamelessly turned on from just a touch like that? He feels stupid. Stupidly exposed. Stupidly turned on.

“Does it feel good?”

Don’t ask something like that!

He doesn’t answer and instead rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting softly. In response you bite again, lower on his collarbone and your right hand brushes down on his pants daringly. He gasps sharply in surprise, a burning heat settling in his stomach.

“Bai come on, tell me.” You mumble with a pout.

Oh, you’re not playing nice.

He nods, head buzzing with pleasure. “Nnng-... Hmmm” He can barely think straight. He just feels. Feels your hands teasing, your hair tickling his skin, your weight pressing on his body, your breath, your lips, his heart rattling, and he feels hot, so hot.

Suddenly his back presses against something soft yet firm: the bed covers. And he realizes he’s now lying on his back while you straddle his hips. Your mouth is hot and you whispers tiny things -he doesn't even know what anymore- while your lips work on his skin.

Baizhu's hands find their way onto your hips and they rest there while you kiss him. Right then you decide to bite yet again (you’re certainly keen on marking him aren’t you?) and his fingers dig on your sides.

You shiver in response and murmur in his ear, and he tries his best not to flinch. His skin is sensitive, his groin is sensitive and he doesn't think he can handle all this contact without exploding.

And then.

Then you grind your hips slowly and his breath catches.

He groans, deep and throaty, and involuntarily bucks into you, cock twitching in his pants.

"Sweet Archons" You hiss out. Clothes and all, you can feel him, and you want him so badly.

There is a pause, a moment of silence as both of you seem to catch your breaths and process what is happening. You look at the man lying under you, he's a totally new sight, so much different from the usual calm and collected Doctor of Liyue you know and love. Instead, his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat already forming, his eyebrows twitch slightly, golden viperine eyes staring right back at you and you can feel the lingering passion, excitement, lust.

For a moment you simply stare, as if analyzing him, peering deep into his being and committing this moment to memory, and it only makes him blush harder, his face getting way too hot. He finally averts his gaze in an attempt to calm down.

At that you blink back to reality, quickly pulling back and away from him -although reluctantly- giving him some space and rubbing at your arm awkwardly, biting your lip in apprehension. Did you just- That was- What was that? Did you go too far? Too fast?

“Um… w-woah” You babble. “Ah s-sorry! I promise I’ll take it slow...” ‘And control myself’ you add in your head, shoulders raising in embarrassment as you curled up and hide your face.

You shake your head, pushing that aside and turning to him.

“Baizhu...?”

The green-haired man lays still dazed and flustered, arm draped over his clearly red-hot face, still catching his breath, he gives a light cough an clears his throat “Hmmm you’re going to be the death of me, my dear...”

At that, of course, you promptly face-plant on a pillow.

[milo-the-professional-yapper]

Hello! about your malevolent ask

[long ass answer- many apologies]

its a slightly goofy, sort of horror soap opera, in the vein of call of cthulu/tma. I dont find it Super Scary, but idk what your milage for horror is.

The overarching plot is drivin by the patrions (sp sorry), in the style of a choose your own adventure novel- you can usually tell where the choices are; it'll be something like 'omg arthur, we're at a crossroads- do we go left, to the evil cavern (where the horrors live) or right, to the evil woods (more horrors).' You can also hear more overt RPG stylings in the beginning- dice roll sounds for perception checks, etc. These do fade out after the first season.

Rough outline (some spoilers): John (a spirit/demon type guy) possesses Arthur (a detective from Arkham MA) and, in doing so, takes over his eyes. Now Arthur must navigate the world with only the guidance of the voice in his head. Horrors unfold, walls are walked into the boys are in their get-along consciousness. Think venom, if both of them were way bitchier and prone to swearing. and also eddy was blind.

IS IT GAY: Yes and no. If its a friendship, its really intense- but cannonicaly it has been very firmly stated that they are just friends. However, the relationship is intertwined and deep enough that many people consider it to be queerplatonic- Arthur being aromantic is a very popular interpretation, if that sweetens the pot for you (idk how loosely you're using gay here). Glib answer: its pretty queer, but no kissing.

COOL STUFF:

-A dramatic, intense relationship between a guy and the dude who lives in his head. They argue ( my god how they argue) they make up, they argue again.

-The saddest little english man (arthur) gets chucked off cliffs multiple times. Do you like men whimpering? This is the podcast for you!

-Very impressive voice acting: the writer voices absolutely everyone in the podcast (yes. everyone) and its genuinely almost unnoticeable. You really do have to have it pointed out to you.

-Fun, slightly campy (in the way of an rpg campaign) Lovecraft style horror

-Lovely piano soundtrack

-A gentleman called the butcher shows up in- what season 3? maybe?- and I adore him. Go singing irishman go. You get that violent homoeroticism.

Drawbacks:

Again, I don't really know your taste, but these are some of the things that might turn someone off from listening. YMMV etc.

-LOUD. If you dont like gentlemen yelling DIRECTLY AND ANGRILY INTO THE MIC then this is not for you. If you do like that, then you are about the have the time of your life. There is also just. An incredible amount of panting/heavy breathing. Also directly into the mic, and at length. Like, an 'i am secretly watching gay pornography' amount. I had it going on a speaker once and my roommate had questions, kind of amount

-Almost no women characters: understandable, since a dude is voicing Literally Everyone- but it is something of a sausage fest. Women exist in universe, they just tend to move in the backround/be unvoiced. Lots of 'oh heres whats happened to her' sort of describing around the 'I can't voice a woman' issue. One old lady has a few voice lines and thats it.

-Kind of a soap: This is a draw for me ngl, but if you are looking for TMA 2: the magnusing- she isn't it. Its a LOT lighter than tma, writing wise, and isnt exactly hitting any crazy new twists in its plot (if you've read Any lovecraftian stuff you probably wont be super surprised by anything)BUT. Its still very fun. Two dudes sharing a body, detective roadship shenanigans. They might kiss! Might see some skinned bodies or something.

The dynamics can be a lil repetative (wake up break up back together) and the plot can be a little- ehhhh. due to it being yk, patrion controlled- but that can be fun- it's pretty heavily a choose your own adventure story at heart, so if your down with that (and the sillyness that comes with it) then you'll like it.

-Gore: pretty gory. I enjoy that sort of thing/ am not really effected by it BUT if that not your cup of tea, then you might wanna skedaddle.

🤠 thats all. Again, apologies for the very long answer.

First off- don’t apologize! This gave me everything I needed- thank you for the detailed answer to my question! Looks like I’m giving this podcast a listen- everyone wish me luck 😭

[laulo821]

Some more outfits then :D

Alpha Damon (this one I'm pretty sure about)

Archibald (it could maaaybe fit but mostly I just think it's funny)

Klaus Nava (just funny, don't think it fits at all :D)

Charok (maybe??)

wildcard (can't think of anybody but I need you to see it)

hell yea more dress-up games!! i saw that last night and bursted out laughing in my bed, those are such gooood choices lmao

Alpha Damon: i even gave him longer hair and a light grey streak hell yea!! honestly it matches his vibe but he wouldn't like it - not a fan of denim and it's not... "in your face" or metal enough. but he slays!

Archibald: WHAT THE HEKK IS THAT HAHAHA i lost it when i saw it <3 you got archibald's character right, he's a funny lad and he WOULD wear wacky shit like that but unfortunately he is not into warm colour palettes and i don't think they compliment him (moreso with his purple eyes, although they are hidden here). so it's a pass for him but in spirit and vibe, it's on point <3

Klaus: at first i was like "ehhhh not sure at all...." but it suits him so well!!! it's colour themed with his fur and eyes teehee <3 i don't think he would go out his way to buy the coat and pants but if they happened to be in his wardrobe he'd definetly wear it to chill (like running errands, case in point). very solid that's a yes!!

Charok: HELL YEA BROTHER SHE GOT CHOSEN!! for Perdu d'Avance en plus... funfact: back when i designed her, orelsan was her voiceclaim (thus i associate a lot of his old songs with her) and he inspired me a lot for her highschool characterisation. so it's a huge YES perfectly her vibe 10/10 nailed it

Wildcard HARLEY!!! bro is in funny shit like that too. he's always wearing black but he absolutely loves eccentric colourful funsies too. also big plus: shorts. bro can't wear pants so it's a slay too. the fit just lacks accessories (bracelets, earrings and necklaces) but it's really neat for him

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

“Please,” Barry rasps, lips parched and mouth cotton dry. He reaches up to weakly grasp at the direction of his trainer’s pant leg. “Just one more bucket. Please.”

His gills, red and inflamed from being separated from water so long flared desperately with his every gasping breath, struggling in the hot dry air. The sun’s scorching rays providesno respite today, and neither did his trainer. The bucket of cool seawater lay just out of reach and in the shade too, a mere few feet away out of arm’s reach. Even if he were allowed, it means he’ll have to drag himself across the rough cement to desperately pour it over himself. It would mean losing more delicate scales in the process.

The ones already scraped off by the rough handling prior glistens and shimmers ruby red in the sun, contrasted by the light colour of the cement.

Despite squinting up against the blinding sun, he sees the cruel smirk on his trainer’s face as he knocks the bucket over. The water spills away from him, and he gasps achingly.

“Oops. My bad,” the trainer shrugs, then squats down. At least like this, Barry blinks tearfully, the man’s head temporarily blocks the sun. “Should’ve thought of that before you tried your little escape.” Barry flinches at the taunting pat to his cheek, then winces, biting back a shriek when the edges of his irritated gills were pinched. “You want your water? You should’ve never left your aquarium.”

(Ehhhh maybe the last parts cliche a little bit… Does it feel like I’m being a little too kind to Barry 🤔) - Flash anon

FOAUFIOAJFIAUFIISHRHAUFHJAHF I AM INSANE OVER THIS— SO MANY WHUMPERFLIES. And the scales thing was a cool touch!

“ The water spills away from him, and he gasps achingly ” I love this line; it perfectly emphasizes that desperation he’s feeling right now yes yes yesssssss

A little cliche but not in a bad way imo. I love assholes whumpers and would now like to stab that guy so two thumbs up from me

Too kind?? I am not seeing the kindness and I am not complaining about it :> , however you can always make things worse ofc

Also, you’re a really good writer, holy shit!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Harper Alexander x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Note: Y'all can thank @darlingpassion for this! It was inspired by her recent 18+ Harper Headcanons (Oh my lord, go check them out. I read them in the middle of class and- I- 😅 lets just say we're lucky I'm still unwell otherwise the colour my face turned woulda been sus XD )

Plot: You (A would-have-been victim if you hadn't have been so cunning and wormed your way into Harper's good books) teach Harper what a lady in this day and age expects from her lover 👍👍👍

Warnings: Cunnilingus and begging, and slight hate fucking?. Plus both parties are dominant so there's a sort of ongoing dispute involved. Not super hot at the start but trust me- it heats up XD

"You want me... to put my mouth... down there?" Harper never looked so confounded when he finally understood what you were getting at- that sweet accent of his growing thicker and his judgemental eyes flickering from the dead-serious look on your face- to your parted legs.

"I promise this'll be a hit with the gals that come into town for the jubilee... " You insist, smirking at his reaction and crossing one of your legs over the other thigh once again, now that he got the picture. Then you hold two fingers by your head, like a scouts oath. "I guarantee it."

Rolling his eyes, Harper takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, before leaning forward in order to look at you. "You know, when you said y'could teach me a couple'a things... I was thinkin' a long the lines of interestin' role-plays... and knots."

"Yeah we'll get there," You brush him off. "But this is essential, my guy! If you cant do this, you're really only worth the length of your little mr- and I've seen him. Now, I don't wanna emasculate you, Harp, but... ehhhh, he's average."

Harper's jaw drops. "Avera- "

"Which is why this is such a good idea, that I have had! You can thank me later- now go get on your knees."

He just squints at you, not moving an inch except to squeeze the edge of the mattress on either side of his hips; frustrated by you.

Lord, this guy is always frustrated with you. All you want to do is help- and maybe survive, also- and all he has for you is arguments and a stink face. Huffing, you set your hands on your hips and twist your upper body to fully face him. Lets see how his ego fairs with this manoeuvre. "Should I ask Buckman, then?"

... His eyes narrow. "... Why?"

"He's, like, your pimp right?" Harper mouths the word 'pimp', like he doesn't recognise it - adorable country boy that he is, - and you huff. Okay, lets try that again. "He looks like the kinda man that gets it- maybe he can talk to you about the importance of a ladies pleasure, instead of me? Is that what you want Harp? Is it?- "

Harper cant take any amount of teasing from you, it annoys and frustrates him, and before you can even finish what you were saying he's got one of his hands curled around the back of your head and his mouths crashes into yours.

He's not really the most skilled kisser, he kisses like an old man who believes its just a stepping stone to get a woman to suck his dick, but fine, damn, it does the trick!~ And besides- you can work on it with him later.

After a moment you lean away from him, too far for him to follow you, and flick your eyes from his- down to the ground in front of you.

Hm?

For a moment he sits there, his perfect workman's hand still a comforting - almost affectionate, - weight on the back of your neck as he thinks, grumpily to himself. Then he sets his jaw and goes to kneel down in front of you. "Fine- teach me howta do it already."

"... You know, that sour face is not doing you any favours. Some men like this kinda thing- " He cuts you off, picking lazily at the waistband of your pants while you stop and just blink down at him. You watch him take out a blade from his back pocket (And first of all, WHY does he have that back there?? God, this man- infuriating and hot at the same damn time), and consequently let out a yelp.

"Hurry up, or I'm gonna slice these things off myself."

"... Rude."

That makes him smirk; An unfairly devastating smirk for such an asshole-... but pleasant. So pleasant. When he does that, the rest of your life stuck here doesn't look quite so grim.

Even though he's a dick-

~

"Am I doin' this right??"

Giving a sigh, with your back on the bed and your legs spread wide for Harper, you roll your eyes. "If you're talking, no... "

"... You're sure wet enough... " He mutters back under his breath, and you promptly get up onto your forearms to spit some facts at him.

Ohhhhh this guy. That smug look on his face as his eyes move slowly from your core to your face. Infuriating!! You're gonna kick him. In the face- "Hey- you. Barn-Boy. For your information, that is because I've been picturing Granny Boone this entre time- now stop staring at it and do something." You exclaim, before plopping back down on the bed, blowing hair out of your eyes. His eyes only seemed to light up with me yelling at him, you think, rolling your eyes. And he says the kinky thing is all an act...

Pfft. I see your soul, Harper Alexander.

While you're lost in thought over Harper, he seems to decide on taking another crack at this- and leans his head in towards your pussy. You don't feel any breath, because he's dead and he doesn't breath, but you definitely feel a presence. A tingle. You just know something's about to happen, and its maddening- you wanna arch your hips, slip the heels of your feet into his shoulder blades and push him forward, or buck up- anything to just feel his lips on you- but you curl your fingers subtly into the bedsheets, instead. No need for him to know the effect he has on you. That wouldn't do.

When his lips do touch you, its not without skill. He has been kissing for a long long time, so he isn't unfamiliar with using his lips, but there's just something missing. Its nice, but... not amazing. As he presses his face into you, slowly taking his tongue all over you, you think back to moments in the past when men have touched you like this. When its been so good your toes curled and you couldn't help but grind your cunt against his tongue.

... What was the difference?...

Biting your bottom lip, you rack your brain over this for a few more moments as Harper continues to explore; Even using his thumbs to rub up and down the outside of your lips, leaving lovely tingles in their wake. Still, you wonder... what's missing...

Maybe... he's not... really into it?? If not, you really shouldn't make him-

Wait.

Suddenly your whole body goes stiff, remembering. You hope he doesn't notice, which he mustn't because he doesn't stop his ministrations at all, because you have had an epiphany. Even the first time you two were together, he was like this. Without a spark. But he warmed up and it got really- really, good.

Because you started begging him.

Getting up on your elbows again to see him, you glare... even though the sight of this beautiful man with his face in your pussy does send butterflies all the way up through you. Because, god... This narcissist. Of course. Of course- he gets off to you begging him. You're not surprised, but you are irritated.

... well. Its worth a shot anyway.

Shifting, you slide your legs slowly up over his shoulders, caging the beautiful man between your thighs and allowing him a better angle, and transform your face- closing your eyes, parting your lips, and tipping your head back. When he leans in some more and licks a particularly broad stripe through your lips, gliding his tongue fully over your clit, you let out your moan. One of your heels digs into his back, and you push your core out a little bit closer to him, biting your lip and bunching up some more of the bedding into your fists. "Damn... " You whisper, putting on a performance- even though your pleasure is real.

Harper stops. He disconnects from you, and leans back on his heels, and when you crack your eyes open ever-so-delicately, you see him raising a brow at you. "What in the world was that??"

"That was encouragement, Harper."

"Y'think I need it?" He asks, though one corner of his mouth quirks up.

You just give a wink, before laying down again on your back. There's a secret smirk on your lips as you look at the ceiling. "Please... just do that again."

The pleased lilt to his voice is clear, and you're expecting to just put it on for the rest of this, for his benefit. "... hm. Well, your wish is my command I s'pose. Get comfortable, Miss Y/N."

... But when he comes back in, you're immediately shocked at the sudden change in him- you actually let out a sudden yelp of pleasure, feeling his thumbs spread your lips wide open for him now and his tongue dart deeper inside your core then you thought he could. You very nearly slap a hand over your mouth because of the very unintentional gasp- and then- "Oh god!- "

Your hips jolt forward, too, into his soft lips and immediately feel him chuckle against you. It make sit even worse, the vibrations directly against your clit. "Fuck!- fuck, fuck, fuck- "

Harper presses his mouth hard against the outside of your cunt and devours you, shoving his tongue into you as deeply as he can get and thoroughly tongue-fucking your most sensitive parts- making you whine, and yelp, and buck into him like a desperate, needy bitch.

The sounds he's making, too, are hot. Groaning into your pussy like he's eating something fucking delicious, your taste on his tongue exactly what he was looking for as he rubs his mouth more securely into the crevice between your thighs.

When you're so close to a very sudden, very violent orgasm- Harper takes the moment away. Starts giving you slow, language strokes that are just not deep enough- the bastard even takes one of his hands away from you in order to hold your calf on his shoulder. Tight.

Stopping you from pushing him in again.

He chuckles once again against your poor, throbbing and now tragically empty cunt, and gently rubs his nose against your mound. It would be sweet, affectionate; if you didn't hate his guts for it.

Giving a whine crossed with a desperate, frustrated sob, you throw an arm over your eyes so as to hide from the shame of outright begging this asshole. "Harperrr, plee-eesseeeee... "

"Don't you worry, Miss. Heh, I aint done."

"... Wh- Ah!" When he suddenly slips a long finger into and starts torturously rubbing at your inner walls with it you really do slap a hand over your mouth- afraid of the noises coming out of you, now. Another finger goes in, covering more area as he ruthlessly attacks your deepest, most private, most sensitive spots.

Your hips aren't just arching anymore, they're following his rhythm; Grinding into his evil fingers now, rolling so they move inside you just the way you need. "Y'like that, Miss Y/N?"

"More Harper, please Harper- "

"I gotcha."

Then he leans his head in between your thighs again, and he struggles, but he manages to lick you while his sopping wet fingers thrust in and out of you fast.

With your most embarrassing sound yet and one more roll against his face, you cum right into his damn face.

~

While you sit up with your hand on your chest and a pillow between your legs, just trying to calm down from that ridiculously amazing high, Harper gets up and sits down next to you; A hand on your knee and a smirk on his face. When he speaks, you give him a bemused look, while you continue to feel your racing heart inside your chest still. "So... how'd I do, then? Did I master the importance of a ladies pleasure, then? Or do we needa' do that again?"

For a moment you consider telling him to shut up, but the horny outweighs the need to wipe that look off his face. So instead you lean in, eyes half lidded, and look at him down your nose; A finger under his chin to make him look back, though he isn't looking away from you. "Practise does make perfect, Harp."

"I couldnta' said it any better myself."

[laceandsilkhandkerchiefs]

My First Snzfic (N/ewsies)

I was informed that people would be interested in reading my, *ahem*, N/ewsies snzfic, so... here it is. I don’t really know where it came from, I just got possessed by the idea recently and... this is the result. It’s also the first snzfic I’ve actually worked up the courage to post here so... that’s an important milestone, right?

Please note that the characters here are aged-up slightly from canon (early 20s). This also takes place in my Modern College AU, which is honestly so far removed from the original source material that you don’t really need to know anything about N/ewsies to read this. It’s basically an original story, I just borrowed the character’s names and a bit of their personalities.

I think that’s everything so... enjoy! And feel free to let me know if you’d like to read more stories featuring these characters/in this universe, or if you have any other ideas you’d like to see me write. I’m open to inspiration.

When Katherine opened the door to her apartment, Jack was taken aback. The normally extremely put-together journalism major was clad in a sweatshirt and flannel pajama pants, her hair was piled into a messy bun on top of her head, and she wore a large pair of glasses. Perhaps most alarmingly of all, her eyes looked heavy with dark circles underneath, and unshed tears made them appear glassy and unfocused. Katherine's nose, too, looked like it had seen better days, flushed a deep red and clearly swollen.

"Woah, Ace... you okay?" Jack asked as she stepped aside so he could enter.

"Mby whole he-hhh-head itches," she replied stuffily, pressing a crumpled tissue to her nose as her nostrils twitched wildly. Jack shut the door behind him and waited a moment to see if anything came of it, but the urge to sneeze seemed to back off as Katherine lowered the tissue with an exasperated sigh. "I hate this."

Jack frowned sympathetically. "Yeah, I hear ya. Allergy season's been bad so far, Crutchie's got it even worse than you."

"Poor guy," Katherine murmured. "Although I don't see h-hehhh... uhhHHHH- UHHchiew! Hngxt-chew! Ugh, sorry. Snf. I don't see how that's possible."

"Trust me, it ain't pretty." Jack shook his head, then held up the plastic bag he was carrying. "I got the medicine ya asked for. Ask me, though, you should get somethin' stronger from ya doctor."

Katherine shook her head. "I did, years ago, but it made me so drowsy it was impossible for me to work. This doesn't fix all my symptoms, but it at least takes care of the sne- ehhhh- AHH-gnxgt! The sndeezing. Snf."

"Bless ya." Jack handed her the bag, which she took gratefully. "Well, here's hopin' it does the trick."

Katherine nodded, reaching into the bag and pulling out the small box which contained the nasal spray she swore by. Swiping at her relentlessly dripping nose, she gestured to the side table in her living room, upon which sat a box of tissues. "Sorry, cand you hand me a couple tidssues? I ndeed to blow mby ndose before I take this." Snf- snf! "Ugh."

"Sure." Jack obliged, grabbing the box and pulling out a couple tissues which Katherine accepted gratefully. Steepling her hands around her nose, she let forth a productive sounding blow, causing Jack to wince in sympathy. She must really feel miserable.

Katherine aggressively rubbed at her nose with the tissues when she was done, her breath hitching and her head tilting back as she inadvertently coaxed more sneezes forward.

"Hah- ah- ahhh- AHschngxt! Ngxt-shiew! Da-hhh- damnit... Hihhhh..."

"Don't hold 'em back, it'll just make ya have ta start all over again," Jack advised, earning a watery glare from Katherine as she geared up for another round. She did listen to him, however, as she convulsed forward into the tissues with a fit of surprisingly loud unstifled sneezes.

"Ihhhh- ISCHIEW! Aaaa- aHHHH- A'kSCHIEW! K'SCHIEW! Heh- ESCHIEW! Hahhhhh... snf... ahhhHHH- AH'gschiew! Guh..."

"Jeez, Ace, bless ya. You really weren't kiddin' on the phone, huh?"

"Obviously not, Sherlock," Katherine grumbled, pushing her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. She took advantage of the momentary respite and pried open the box, taking out the spray without bothering to read the instructions. She was something of an old hand at this.

Inserting the nozzle of the bottle into each of her still twitching nostrils, Katherine sighed in relief as the cooling spray calmed her inflamed nasal passages. The tickle she had been fighting all day began to dissipate, and she gave an experimental sniff before smiling at Jack.

"Thanks, Cowboy. Sorry about... all that."

Jack waved her off. "Don't worry about it, Kath. 'S what friends are for, right? Plus now I can go tell Crutchie he's gonna have ta step up his game. He's got serious competition now."

Katherine shook her head, wiping her nose with the tissues as she spoke. "You're an idiot, Jack Kelly."

[whiskeyswifty]

Have you noticed that Taylor doesn’t ever wear designer products on her day to day life? Not a criticism ofc just an observation considering the fact that she’s a multimillionaire and most multimillionaires wear a lot of designer products, especially handbags. She seems to be very low maintenance

ehhhh i'm sorry to burst your bubble, and i hope i can do it in the most reassuring and gentle way. but that's not accurate unfortunately, unless your scope of what makes something "designer" is it has to be one of the major houses (gucci, prada, LV, etc). and that's not an accurate outlook in general any more either because fashion has diversified well beyond the major houses. she seems to have a mix of average consumer stores like Aritizia and reformation and free people (which still run you hundreds of dollars sometimes for a piece of clothing and are arguably not affordable) and the like along with a fair share of Stella and the Row and other boutique brands that have sticker prices of 500 - 1k on average per pair of pants. gucci suits they are not, but they're still high end clothing and very expensive to own the volume that she appears to own. and in my experience, most extremely wealthy people don't dress in chanel and gucci and all that every day. they wear basics just like everyone else, pants and tops and sweaters, they're just very high end basics. like t shirts from james perse or cords from the row and things like that. also in my experience, most extremely wealthy people in their everyday life aren't trying to show off their wealth with their clothing. fellow wealthy people will know the difference between a cashmere and a wool sweater and the cut of a really expensive blazer vs one from ann taylor. little details like the type of buttons and stitching can give away how expensive something as simple as a button down shirt is compared to it's cheap counterpart. those who have money can spot it and will know their equals.

i also want to add that wearing high end clothes or not doesn't make someone high maintenance. a lot of celebrities that you see work very hard to look good when they're in their "everyday life" and that's not to say they hire a hair stylist at 8 am to make their hair look good for a plane ride. it's more general life maintenance things. just for clothing alone, most famous and wealthy people have stylists that act as "shoppers" for them. Every few months, or however often the client insists, they will assemble a room full of casual clothes that they've selected for the client based on the client's personal style. The items chosen are meant to act as a wardrobe, not styled outfits, so the client can feel confident that as they choose their "everyday outfits" all of the items will go together well and make them look polished. wealthy and famous people don't have the time to shop for themselves, or they're not good at assembling a mix and match wardrobe like that so employing someone to do that task and also have good, relevant taste for them is invaluable. yes taylor wears an aritizia sweater but her shopper might have set her up this past winter with a slew of them in the right shades and cuts to compliment her figure and skin tone. she might occasionally shop for herself online, but it's more likely with her busy life that someone is on the payroll to do that for her.

beyond clothing, as far as what it takes to maintain a wealthy and famous person's image, i mean the amount of treatments they undergo on a regular basis to maintain clear skin, tight skin, the perfect shade of hair color, a body type they're trying to maintain, well maintained nails, and so on and so forth. you'll never see it and it'll never be noticeable to you because it's all in the service of coming off "naturally" beautiful. when in reality, a celebrity is using an extensive daily regiment of serums, lotions, and sometimes topical fillers that are personalized by clinicians specifically for them, and often shipped to wherever they are, be it film sets or vacations. they're also undergoing state of the art technological treatments such as routine laser hair removal to keep their bodies hairless, which yes needs upkeep, it's not one and done. or other topical treatment machines that zap cellulite or remove imperfections on the skin like moles and freckles. sometimes even botox treatments to the armpits or other areas that sweat or get odorous so they don't perspire noticeably. there's also the frequent trips to salons or even home visits where they have their roots touched up or undergo chemical treatments to keep their hair texture soft and fluid even on their "off" days. not to mention what they ingest, anything from a fridge full of prepared juices and other concoctions that is kept stocked by a nutritionist to meals routinely prepped and portioned out for them by a personal chef that no doesn't come every day, but will come once a week to prepare their meals ahead of time. all of this is maintenance, and not talked about because it destroys the illusion that these famous and wealthy people are simply "genetically" gifted and therefore we should idolize them for how special they are. when in fact no, they have entire armies of people working in the shadows as architects of their unattainable beauty all so that we look at a photo of them walking to get a coffee and go "wow she's just so beautiful! i wish i was as beautiful as her." but that is not natural beauty and it's so impossible to attain without that army and constant upkeep.

i cannot speak to how taylor swift runs the underpinnings of her life, and she likely will never talk about it in detail, nor will any celebrity as an act of self preservation. Nor is it a value judgement of her as a "good" or "bad" person. it's simply the reality she lives in as a wealthy and famous person with the pressures and expectations that brings. But I can suggest that you think twice when you see a celebrity or wealthy person who looks to be in an "every day" situation and find yourself in awe of how they just.... look like that easily. in reality they spend countless hours and millions of dollars pinching and pruning and tightening and manicuring and curating in the most subtle ways possible to make it look as natural and as easy as rolling out of bed like that. and while she herself is likely not be the kind of bratty, snotty wealthy person you typically would call "high maintenance", i can assure you her overall life is, in every possible way, very much high maintenance.

[ehbeeseedih]

Truth or Dare Horny Edition - Eunha, SinB, Umji

Disclaimer: This story is Female idol x Female idol so skip it if you don’t like it. Also thank you very much to @akibaadmirer for going through it before hand. With that, enjoy your dose of bad smuts.

If you prefer to read on AFF, here ya go.

Umji: We got lucky that the company decided to take in the 3 of us together so we don’t have to be separated.

Eunha: You’re right. That also makes collabs with the other 3 easier.

SinB: Aishhh. Stop talking about those things. Let’s eat and drink

SinB: Gosh I’m so full. What should we do now?

Eunha: Maybe we can watch a movie?

SinB: But there aren’t any good releases these days.

Umji: Maybe we can play some games? Like truth or dare?

Eunha: Great idea Umji. Each of us will choose if we want truth or dare, then the person to the right will come up with something. If we don’t want to do it, we’ll be punished.

SinB: And the punishment is getting naked and letting the other two touch you.

Eunha & Umji: WHAT!

Umji: SinB, are you drunk already?

SinB: No I’m not. Eunha unnie, don’t you want to play too?

Eunha: Ehhhh, why are we suddenly getting naked? I mean, I’m ok with it if you guys want to.

SinB: If you want it just say it. What about you Umji?

Umji: I don’t know.

Eunha: Umji, you don’t have to act shy in front of us. Do you think we don’t know that you go naked in the dorm and let Yuju and Yerin unnie freely touch you?

Umji: NO! Who told you that? It’s mostly just Yuju unnie trying out weird stuff she found online with Yerin unnie, while Yerin unnie just touches us whenever she likes.

SinB: So Yerin unnie lied to us then! Damn, we have to punish her the next time we see her. Nevermind, let’s start from you Eunha unnie, truth or dare?

Eunha: I’ll go with truth.

SinB: Tell us honestly, what did you and Sowon unnie do after you got all drunk on the insta live that day?”

Umji: You guys drank so much wine that it’s impossible you guys didn’t fuck afterwards.

Eunha: Oh ho ho, that was a fun night. We were originally planning just to have dinner together. But then Sowon unnie had the nasty idea of starting a live and touching me in front of the camera. I tried to hold in it but we still got very touchy.

Umji: What happened after the live ended?

Eunha:She immediately pounced on me and planted kisses all over my body. She was so desperate that she ripped off my clothes and just shoved her fingers into my pussy. Oh no, it’s making me wet just thinking about it.

Umji: Wow that sounds hot. Ya SinB! Why is your hand in your pants?

SinB: Sorry. I just missed Sowon unnie going all rough on me.

Eunha: Oh this is probably TMI, but she even tried to shove the wine bottle up my ass. It was just for a bit but it felt really weird. Ok Umji, your turn. Truth or Dare.

Umji: I’ll go with dare.

SinB: Eunha unnie, don’t go soft on her.

Eunha: Trust me I won’t. Umji, go record a video of yourself spreading your ass out saying you missed it when your unnies shoved their massive dildos up your ass and send that into our group chat.

Umji: WHAT?

SinB: Daebak! Ahahahaha.

Eunha: Go Umji. I’ll help you film it.

Umji: Can I not do that, unnie? It's so embarrassing. Awwwwww

SinB: Your aegyo doesn’t work on us. You can choose to not do it, but you’ll have to strip naked and let us touch you.

Eunha: And we will still record it and send it into the group chat.

Umji: Awhhhh you guys suck. Are you recording now?

Eunha: Yup. Go ahead Umji. Get on all fours and spread your ass open

Umji: Unnie, your little buttslut Umji feels empty without your long fingers and huge dildos deep inside my ass. Come fill me up please.

SinB: OMG Ahahahaha, that was hilarious!

Eunha: Oh they replied immediately. Sowon unnie said she’s gonna murder me for making Umji do such a thing. Yerin unnie said she wants to stuff her fist inside Umji’s ass while Yuju reminded Umji not to shove a dildo into her ass without lube.

Umji: I hate you guys! SinB you’re up next, truth or dare.

SInB: Dare.

Eunha: Umji must have a brilliant idea. Look at that smirk.

Umji: I want you to give Eunseo a call, and tell her “I miss you so much daddy. When will you have time to shove huge buddy deep into me again?

SInB: You want me to do what?

Eunha: Ahahahahaha, this is much worse than the one I gave Umji. Good luck SinB.

Umji: So will you do it? Or will you let us touch you?

SinB: I’ll do it! I’m not one to acknowledge defeat so easily. Hey Eunseo, are you free to talk?

Eunha: Make her open the speaker.

Eunseo: Hey SinB. What’s up with you suddenly calling me in the midnight?

SinB: I have something to tell you, can you turn on the speaker.

Eunseo: Sure, I’m now with Bona and Seola unnie, if you don’t mind them hearing.

SinB: No problem. Eunseo-ya, I-I missed you so much daddy. When will you have time to shove enormous buddy deep into my pussy again

Eunseo: WHAT THE —

Eunha & Umji: AHAHAHAHAHAH

SinB: Oh no, Bona and Seola unnie heard that too. I’m finished

Umji: You sure are gonna get a lot of weird glaces when you visit Eunseo next time. But at least we got a good laugh out of that.

SinB: I’m gonna double down on you all. Eunha unnie, truth or dare!.

Eunha: I chose truth just now, might as well go for a dare.

SinB: Alright unnie, I want you to twerk your ass like you’re trying to get someone to fuck you in a night club. I’m going to record and upload it on Tiktok.

Eunha: How can you do that! I thought this was just a joke among us!

Umji: You could just hide your face and wear a mask. Come on unnie, I wanna see you twerk that ass.

Eunha: Alright then, let me go get a mask. When I come back, you kids better be prepared.

SinB: Wow, she’s confident.

Umji: Put then phone in front of your eyes so it feels more realistic for the audience.

SinB: Good idea, but then I can’t see clearly —

Eunha: Hey, where’s the camera?

Umji: Where are your clothes unnie? Why are you only in your undies?

Eunha: If I’m going to give a show, might as well make it amazing. Are you recording SinB?

SinB: Yup, go for it unnie.

Umji: Wow that’s fking hot!

SinB: Shake that booty!

Eunha: Time for ultimate fanservice. SinB, record this carefully.

SinB: What? Ummmmm.

Umji: Wooooo! Shove that ass on SinB’s face!

Eunha: YA! Why are you licking my ass! I just wanted to smack it on your face, not for you to eat my ass. Although I wouldn’t mind if you want to.

SinB: I’d rather suck Yuju unnie’s small tits than eat your ass!

Umji: Oh no, I don’t think we can upload that now. Our voices were recorded in.

Eunha: That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to see all those thirsty comments when it goes public.

Umji: At least you got SinB turned on, she’s so red now.

SinB: Sh-Shut up, let’s continue the game. Umji, your turn.

Umji: Since I did a dare, I’ll go with truth.

Eunha: Alright, on your birthday you and Yerin unnie went to the fan cafes together. Yerin unnie wouldn’t tell me what she did with you. I want details.

Umji: Yerin unnie was wearing a white dress with nothing underneath. She kept exposing herself in front of me making me feel horny. She also placed her hands on my butt all the time and kept kneading it, sometimes even rubbing my pussy. I had to hide the wet stains on my pants because of that.

SinB: Like this?

Umji: Ahhhh, yes.

Eunha: Stop rubbing her pussy SinB. Why are you so horny?

SinB: I haven’t touched anyone for a long time, I can’t stop it.

Umji: SinB ya, slow down. I’m near already. Ahhhhhhh

Eunha: Wow Umji, you came like a waterfall.

Umji: What have you done SinB? I’m all wet now!

SinB: Let me lick all those sweet juices up.

Umji: Don’t go so fast, I’m still very sensitive.

Eunha: Umji, you’re being too loud. We can’t have you disturbing the neighbours late in the night. I’m gonna have to use my pussy to shut your loud mouth up.

Umji: I miss your taste so much unnie.

SinB: Let’s see if I’ll make you cum first or you’ll make Eunha unnie cum first.

Eunha: Ughh, your tongue is so great. Fuck!

Umji: Hghhhhh!

Eunha: Gosh that was breathtaking. We even came together.

SinB: Oh no, Umji passed out.

Eunha: Look at what you did! Poor Umji, why did you make her cum so hard and exhaust her out?

SinB: Excuse me! It was definitely because you smothered her with your pussy and drowned her with your juices until she couldn’t breath properly.

Eunha: Well this wouldn’t have started if you weren’t so horny.

SinB: I-I, okay it’s my fault. But can I at least ask for something?

Eunha: Shoot.

SinB: I haven’t cum yet…

Eunha: So? Can’t you touch yourself?

SinB: I don’t want to! I’ve been touching myself for the past 2 months since that Instalive with Sowon Unnie!

Eunha: So you want me to help you?

SinB: Ye-yes

Eunha: Alright, take off your pants and get on all fours.

SinB: Thank you very much unnie.

Eunha: I’ll go get something first. Wait for me here with your ass raised up.

SinB: Oh no, why did I ask her to do this? She’s gonna embarrass me now.

Eunha: It’s too late to change your mind.

SinB: It’s cold, what are you doing?

Eunha: Lubing up your ass first before I stretch it out with my dildo. Or do you want it without the lube?

SinB: No, I want it in my pussy, not my ass.

Eunha: Sorry, needy people don’t get to choose. This is what you get for turning this normal night into something sexual.

SinB: Go slowly unnie.

Eunha: I thought you liked it rough, you little butt slut.

SinB: Yes but your dildo is too long and thick, it’s stretching my ass to its limit and stuffing it full.

Eunha: What can I say, I like it big. Now shut up and cum, you horny ass.

SinB: Oh yes! It feels so f-fking good not having to masturbate. I’m cumming ughhhh.

Eunha: Wow, you came so quickly. You’re really needy huh. Oh she passed out too, what’s with these babies and their poor stamina? But damn, seeing SinB’s jiggling tits and wet pussy really made me feel like doing it too. Maybe I should call Sowon unnie and see if she’s still awake.

Eunha: Sowon unnie, are you asleep?

Sowon: Would I have answered your call if I was sleeping? Oh yeah, what’s with the video you sent, the one where Umji said she’s a buttslut?

Eunha: We were playing truth or dare and SinB dared Umji to record that video.

Sowon: Haizz that horny ass SinB. Let me guess, you guys fucked afterwards right.

Eunha: Yupp, Umji was telling the story of how Yerin unnie touched her when they were touring the fan cafes. Suddenly, SinB started rubbing Umji’s pussy so I sat on her face to keep her quiet. Umji came so hard that she passed out afterwards. Then SinB ask me to fuck her with my dildo since she was sick of masturbating. She also passed out after cumming.

Sowon: So you’re the only one still awake huh? wanna come over and have some fun?

Eunha: I’ll be on my way!

A/N

This is not my proudest work but I wanted to try out something new and weird.

Sorry for not putting out anything for such as long time, I've been very busy with life stuff. I'll try to put out stuff more consistently but no guarantee.

Thank you very much for reading and hope that you enjoyed it. If you have any comments feel free to send them.

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 2

The One With the Large Hole

...I’m not even gonna go for the obvious bait but will instead point out that this is actually kinda fitting because of the sentry grate. Covering a large hole.

Ah, well. Anyway.

Yeah, I think it’s pretty odd that the tent is just a corpse of the previous Guildmaster. I’m guessing Totodile staged a coup and took over? Obviously hasn’t found the time to redecorate, though.

So we get to the usual “Partner tries to get their footprint (or, in this case, a flipper) read, partner freaks out at the yelling but ultimately stands strong, partner steps aside so the reluctant Hero can have their footprint read” bit. There’s one tiiiiiiny problem though...

Well of course the poor sentry can’t read her footprint! Togekiss rarely use their feet to begin with and Teresa clearly hasn’t landed, so?? How can you tell she’s even on the grate to begin with?

Oh. That explains it. The sentry is the Fae.

This whole scene gets 1000x funnier once you know who took over for Loudred. Keep this tucked in the back of your mind for later.

“B-but... it’s not a footprint you normally see around here” and some hem-hawing later, our duo is let into the guild. I didn’t take a comprehensive shot of the initial crowd in the upper ground floor because I don’t want the scene to get too overwhelming. The most important character to take inventory for is, of course, the Guildmaster’s right-hand. And I’m pleased to note it’s actually a rather fitting replacement!

👀 Watch out Chatot - you’ve got competition for the gay card. (Also just... the image of Tropius towering over Totodile. Big energy.)

So next is the introductory meeting with the Guildmaster himself...

Oh my god, it’s actually Totodile. He’s just baby! 🥺

Team name time! I think the white color palette was 98% responsible for this idea. But also, just look at this section from Togekiss’s entry on Bulbapedia:

“Togekiss appears to be based on fairies and birds. Its white color and association with peace suggest inspiration from doves, while its triangular belly markings are similar to a snowy owl. Its reputation for sharing blessings is reminiscent of angels.” (Emphasis added.)

...You can see how my hands were tied here.

WAIT SO THE DEFAULT EXPRESSION “YOOM-TAH” CALLS FOR IN ABSENCE OF WIGGLYTUFF IS THE “RELIEF” FACE?! AKADKHFHKFSKHSF

Oh and we got a Defense Scarf! That became Teresa’s since her defense stats leave something to be desired. Andrea received the Fuchsia Bow!

Chatot Tropius leads the team to their room to settle in...

Uh, if you’d stop running in place while trying to fall asleep, I think that’d fix the problem. 😅

Hey, remember how I said the sentry scene is 1000x funnier once you know who Loudred is?

WHOMST?!

Shellshock aside, this is actually a pretty strange case of name replacement. After this, the game refers to him by his proper title:

But I’m cackling. If one of the most brutal Pokémon in existence woke me up by shouting an order at the top of his lungs, you bet I’d go off running (after soiling my pants).

:O Our first look at the full guild! Wait, wait, we can parse this one out...

Based on their placement, we can deduce that the remaining members are as follows:

Dodrio is Croagunk

Magby is Dugtrio

Dusclops is Chimecho

Pineco is Corphish

Beedrill is Bidoof

Psyduck is Sunflora

Nothing remarkable beyond Mewtwo, admittedly. Although... I can’t explain it, but every replacement seems either oddly fitting or utterly comedic. I like this cast of characters!

The morning cheers. Magby is the only one with what looks like an actual pose (but maybe that’s just a coincidence). Everyone else is just frozen mid-walking animation. And Psyduck is sideways for some reason.

The best part is watching Magby and Clefable walk for half a second before they straight up disappear (because no digging animation).

Huh? What was that? Time is going out of wack? Mass outbreak of troublesome Pokémon and Mystery Dungeons? Ehhhh, I don’t really care about that, but I’m dying to know who Spoink is!

NO.

NONONONONONONO-

*Dissolves into a laughing/coughing FIT*

LISTEN IDK WHAT A MUTATED SPACE VIRUS NEEDS WITH A STINKIN’ PEARL, BUT WHATEVER YOU SAY, BOSS!!

*gasps in some air* Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay-

We need to get serious now because the Drenched Bluff replacement was a freaking nightmare.

On my first run through (before I started over to grab the Chapter 1 pics)? Absolutely zero problems. Team Heavenly breezed through the Everlasting Mooring like no one’s business. Heck, we even found this:

(Bruh.)

But this time... this time was merciless.

On the first attempt, I spawned directly into a Monster House on the first floor. (Apparently it’s not just traps that are available this early on... talk about a rude awakening.) I immediately said “Nope” and reset because this isn’t a nuzlocke run or anything, and frankly I didn’t sign up for this nonsense. Which led me to the discovery that the bedroom is hilariously known as:

The Whimsical Furnace.

On the second attempt, a trap failed to activate under Teresa on the 2nd floor. I was moving too fast to react, and by the time my brain caught up I lost Andrea to a Pitfall Trap. Which apparently counts as a faint.

On the third attempt, there was a mandatory Monster House on the 5th floor. (By “mandatory,” I mean the stairs were in the same room as the MH.)

I don’t have a picture of that because I was immediately yeeted into fight-or-flight mode, but thank god that 1) the stairs was only 4 tiles away, and 2) everyone kept using ice shard and splash, so it was just chip damage per turn. Still, it added up fast. I went with the “make a beeline for the stairs” method, but this involved:

Traveling 3 tiles (3 turns) and realizing Blastoise is on the stairs

Using Sweet Kiss for confusion (1 turn)

Praying for him to move before the enemies closed in (2 turns, but this was sheer luck)

Jumping onto the stairs before anyone else could (1 turn)

In short, we barely made it out alive.

On the 6th floor, I nearly gathered enough health to breathe when a Golbat knowing Ominous Wind and Thunder brought Teresa 1 HP away from fainting. (Andrea wasn’t much better off.)

But against all odds, we made it.

Lemme tell ya, it was really hard to keep a straight face throughout this entire scene.

It’s worth noting that the item distribution in dungeons so far has been low-key insane. I had so many items that I actually got a prompt- for the first time in my Explorers history- to empty some of my bag so I could make room for the rewards.

Everything from the Corsola Twigs down (which, btw, I have literally never seen that item in-game before??) was from the Everlasting Mooring. I’m not sure why, but the majority of them were sticky in the dungeon. That might get annoying fast.

Awwwhwhwhw, why do I see this so well?! A cheerful, happy-go-lucky Dusclops that likes to cook... idk it just makes me smile :)

Like the morning cheers, everyone runs in place for the eating animation... although Psyduck is sleeping for some reason.

(Sorry, I didn’t time that shot very well.)

...You said it, Andrea 😓

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!  😊 Stay tuned for Chapter 3: (Insert nonsensical title here). Coming to a theater near you... soon!

[outlustings]

Ooh more requests? I have an idea for Frank: we used to be a nurse at Murkoff(a nice one of course) and when everything goes to shit we end up running into Frank who instead of cannibalizing us, eats us in a different way *wink wink* If you do actually write this one feel free to make it as dirty as you want

(oh my GOD so UH my hand. slipped. slippery slippery slippery. so afab!reader gets eaten out on the floor. dubcon because reader hits their head before getting they Poussey Ate but also reader is kind of insane already so ehhh EHHHH idk, mentions of violence, blood, gore because frank. this is awful and pretty dark. but dirty.

also now i really want frank to eat me out thanks anon for planting this into my mind. you guys are some torturers with these prompts shaking my smh.)

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"Stay back!" you stumbled backwards against the wall, eyes fixed on the sharp, curved teeth of the spinning saw, the grinding sound digging into your brain.

"I won't hurt you," the skinny man cooed from the shadows, taking long steps towards you, bare feet slapping against the blood-slick floor. You shook your head feverishly.

"Stay back, don't fucking touch me! I swear!"

Your lightweight sneaker slipped on the bloody floorboards, and you lost your balance, fell back with a squeal, your head cracking painfully against the concrete wall.

For a second or two, you could only see white. Felt molten iron tear at your brain. It hurt. You raised your hands to the back of your head by instinct and curled up on the floor, whining and cursing as your head was about to split in two. You couldn't see. Something warm in your hair. Red on your fingers. No, no, no, not like this.

"Please," you cried out into the darkness, your eyes trying to adjust to the view of the swimming, rippling floorboards, "Please, please, I never hurt you, any of you! What the fuck did I do to deserve this? God!" you felt your throat burn as you screeched. You scooted yourself on the floor, trying to put pressure on the back of your head, eyes unseeing. Have to get away. Away from the saw.

You could only hear the blood in your ears. Buzzing and ringing. The saw. Maybe. You squeezed your eyes shut, prepared yourself mentally, the rolodex in your brain shuffling on its own through your memories, deciding what should be your last thought - for some reason, you ended up with an image of a thin, bearded man grinning at you, his green eyes glinting at you as he handed you a picture he'd drawn in group therapy. It was a crudely drawn dick. Your favorite patient. You shared many laughs with him.

You wanted to laugh. Laugh at the situation. Maybe one last laugh before death.

"I won't hurt you, sweets," you felt his breath against your ear. Then you heard a loud clatter next to you. He'd dropped his weapon, you hoped. You felt his fingers on your cheek.

You blinked the blood from your eyes.

"Frank?" you swallowed, "Fucking Christ, just take me home, Frank. Please. God. I can't die here. I want to -..."

Your consciousness faded and you felt thin, skeletally thin arms snake around your shoulders.

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He'd taken you somewhere. Only a couple of rooms over. Privacy. You saw the blinking red button on the nightstand. You felt the cool, damp air against your bare skin as he tugged at your uniform trousers.

Your brain felt numb. Comfortably numb as his fingers rubbed you through your pants, his lips on the skin around your navel as you tried to lift your head up off the ground to take a closer look at him.

Everything was dark. This wasn't supposed to happen, you thought as he ripped off your pants, grabbing the flesh of your hips, his heavy breaths echoing in the room as you lay on the floor.

It smelled. The room smelled. Raw meat. Like a butcher's market in the summertime. You scrunched your nose.

You squirmed against his grip, trying to lift your hips off the ground. He gripped your wiggling hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He's going to eat you, you thought as something in the back of your head brought you closer to reality, your eyes adjusting to the dark as you looked, or rather tried to look, at him over your bare, trembling chest. His face was all twisty. You blinked your dizziness away.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured.

"Don't eat me," you said dumbly.

"I won't," he shook his head, "Just fucking stay still."

Cool air against your cunt. You winced.

"Wait," you gasped, your vision finally stilling on Frank's face between your legs, "Wait, Frank!"

He pressed his lips against your pubic mound, right above your clit.

"You want this?"

You shook your head but it hurt.

"Right now? No," you said. You briefly registered his strong hands on your buttocks, and with one swift toss, he swung your legs on his shoulders, scooching closer to you on the floor.

You felt his crossed legs against your upper back, "We have to get out, later," you said hoarsely.

"I need you," he pressed a soft kiss to your clitoris, inhaling your scent. You moaned weakly, "Need this pussy."

You slapped your hand to your forehead. Men.

"Later," you choked out, trying to twist your legs off of him, "This is really -..." you shuddered as he nosed against you, "...- inappropriate," you sighed, gripping the floorboards.

He wouldn't let go, only hummed against your lower lips. You felt a jolt of heat run through you.

"Always had a thing for you," he sighed against your labia, moving his head to press sloppy kisses against your thigh, "I could always smell you. You always wanted me. Little nursie."

You gulped.

"Smell - me?"

"Your cunt," he nodded, flitting his tongue out experimentally and letting out a low hum as the touch upon your clit made you exhale hard, "Dripping. Could smell when you'd be ripe for breeding - what's the word...?" he clicked his tongue, "Ovulating - yeah. Wanted to fuck you. So, so bad. And now I know you taste even better than you smell."

So casual, you thought. Yet every word that came out of his mouth sounded ravenous. Like he wanted to devour you. He desired you.

You blinked at him, feeling your cheeks burn. You opened your mouth.

"Don't deny me now," he grunted, massaging your butt as you felt another jolt of electric heat run through you, felt yourself grow slick under his hot breath, his honeyed, hungry words, "Let me eat you."

"Now?" you breathed out, reaching up to his head but he snatched your wrist.

"Now."

His breath against your cunt. You licked your lips and whined, low, as you saw the desire in his eyes.

Your head was pounding. So was your heart. And your heartbeat was travelling dangerously low for the situation to be all too comfortable, professionally speaking.

"I'm your nurse," you whispered, in a desperate effort to thwart the ache. To reason with him.

"Exactly," he grinned.

He licked a long, hungry stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. You moaned, throwing your head back into the wooden floor, the coppery scent of blood and the pungent smell of viscera snaking into your nostrils as you bit your lip, trying to stifle any more noises.

"That's it, my flower," he cooed from between your thighs, and you could hear him smack his lips obscenely, "You were always so good to me... Let me be good to you..."

He hummed and pressed his mouth sloppily against your cunt, his open mouth engulfing your lips as you felt his tongue lave up and down your labia. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep your trembling hips still as you felt little jolts and sparks of pleasure run through you in short bursts. It felt too good. He felt too good. You had to concentrate on something - anything - to keep your mind off of how well he took your slick flesh into his mouth and how well he flicked his tongue against your tender arousal - you gasped as you felt his nose brush against your clit as he dove in, devouring your sopping lips with languid, deliberate licks. You shuddered, feeling how he pressed sloppy kisses against you, murmuring sweetly while kneading the inside of your thighs with his thumbs.

"So tasty," he grunted and a low, spine-chilling giggle slipped from his lips, "Why have you kept this from me, my sweet?"

He pressed his tongue against your entrance and you squeaked, feeling your walls clench around the tip of his tongue as he fucked you with shallow little movements of wet muscle. You panted, smacking the floor with your fists, twisting your body as you felt him nose against your clit again and again as he rubbed his mouth over you, lewd, wet noises slicing through the air as he all but slurped on your pussy. You mewled quietly, your hands moving to cover your flushed face.

He didn't mind. He ate you like he was starved of your cunt, of its musk. He lifted your hips off the floor and closer to his face, if that was even possible, shoving his tongue in and out, flicking it upwards against your fluttering walls as you sighed and gasped and squirmed in his hands.

His hot breath against your slick lips felt tingly. His tongue stilled and he pressed a kiss to your cunt and you groaned as you dared to peek at him from behind your fingers, seeing his green eyes fixed on your face as his head rose slowly from between your legs.

"Look at me," he growled, digging his nails into your thighs, making you gasp, "Look at me when I fuck you."

You whined and lowered your hands from your eyes to your neck, where you rested them, watching him over your heaving chest. He grinned, yellowed teeth glinting in the dim light of the room.

"Yes," he cocked his head to the side and pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You felt your legs shake against the taut flesh of his upper back, "Keep those pretty eyes on me, if you want to keep them attached to your head."

You trembled, the threat making your mouth dry up in less than a second. You licked your lips nervously.

Frank extended his tongue, and with the firm tip, he brushed against your clit. Your mouth fell open and you let out a low, keening noise from your throat as you felt him against your sensitive nerve endings. It felt so hot. Everything felt so hot. You realized you were sweating, your back slick against the floorboards. Or was it blood? Everything felt so surreal as you watched the patient between your legs flick his tongue on your throbbing flesh, up and down, up and down, then in circles. Slow, teasing circles. Then faster. His eyes still fixed on you, gauging your reaction as he licked your clit. You felt like your head was going to explode. Why did it feel so good? Why did he have to look so good, his aquiline nose pressed against the soft thatch of hair between your legs, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to make you scream? He grunted into you. He likes the taste, you realised as your eyes wandered down to his groin, thin white fabric barely containing his hardening length, a little wet spot gathering on the fabric as he licked your clit. He was enjoying this. It was too much.

"Fuck!" you cried out, hips stuttering against his jaw and he hummed, placing his mouth over your clit, his tongue against the underside and he sucked. The feeling of your throbbing clit, engulfed in the heat of his mouth, the pressure - it tore a guttural, raw sound from your throat as you heard him chuckle against your tender flesh. You couldn't help but throw your head back, against the floorboards and gasp as he went to town again, licking and nipping at your cunt hungrily, devouring your slick arousal, his hands moving from your thighs to underneath your bucking form to cup and squeeze at your ass. You moaned wildly, feeling how his sinewy, impossibly strong arms held your lower body in the air, your knees trembling around his shoulders as he licked incessantly at your wetness. Everything felt electrified, even the air around you. Your cunt throbbed and pulsed against his tongue, you could feel little sparks lighting up your abdomen as you felt your orgasm get closer.

No. You're not going to cum.

You screwed your eyes shut, frowning, your shoulders heaving as you felt the tingles in your lower belly get nearly unbearable.

"Oh, oh god -..." you whispered hoarsely, hips involuntarily bucking against his face. He chuckled, low and throaty, the laugh vibrating against your labia and you grunted, slapping the floor again.

"That's it," Frank took his mouth off of you and pressed a chaste kiss to your clit. It sent cool, spiky shivers up your spine, "Cum on my face, babe."

"No," you choked out, "I'm - not your... your... Fuck!" you felt his thumbs move and press against the cleft of your ass, bringing your train of thought to a screeching halt, his fingers massaging the flesh so close to your asshole. It was obscene. So wrong. But it felt good.

"Oh?" he grinned, giving your cunt a short, fast lick before chuckling at the way you shuddered, "You're gonna cum. I'll make sure of that. Such sweet, lovely flesh. Delicious."

You felt his hand move from your asscheek to your perineum and up your slit, his calloused fingers spreading your lips expertly. You watched, hypnotised, as he held your hips up with one strong hand, his other one spreading you, his thumb wandering down to your hole, putting light pressure on it, his hot breath fanning over your cunt as you squeaked pitifully.

"No, stop this, please," you shook your head, feeling your blood slosh around your head, the tingling pressure of his finger on your opening clouding your thoughts further, "Please, this isn't right. F-Frank -..." his name, meant to be a stern warning, turned into a wanton moan as you heard and felt him spit against your wetness, his fingers rubbing into the little puddle. Your clit felt like it was on fire.

"Shh," he cooed.

He pushed two fingers inside you, bottoming them out to his knuckles. He moaned along with you.

"So tight," he hissed, curling his fingers up against the spongy tissue of your g-spot. You yowled.

"No, don't!" you felt your trembling hands shoot up to the crown of his head, your brain ordering you to rip him off of you - yet, your hands stayed still on his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as he curled and uncurled his fingers inside you.

"You wanna cum, I can tell," he rasped against you, digging his fingers into you, thrusting them in and out, rolling his wrist around.

"Please don't make me cum," you panted, the friction against your core so deliciously slippery, it made you see little white sparks behind your eyelids as you shut your eyes, "Please, don't make me. I can't. We can't."

"But you want to?" Frank's beard tickled the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

"Yes," you huffed out, your brain a scrambled, horny mess, "I want to cum."

Everything was so wrong. But the throbbing inside you wouldn't cease. You wanted it. But you didn't. But you did. And you knew it. You felt your abdomen tighten as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

"All you need to say is 'please'," he flattened his tongue against your clit, giving it a firm flick, "Look at me."

You opened your eyes. His green eyes fixed on you. Cat-like. No, predatory. He hummed against your sensitive bud. Curled his fingers against your sweet spot. You sighed, relaxing into his grip. You rubbed your fingers against his scalp, tangling your fingers into the greying, silver threads. He was so handsome. Eating you out. You wanted to cum so bad.

You'd made your decision hours ago, you rationalised as you gave into the pleasure. Stay with him.

"Please," you bit your lip. Everything felt so hot.

Frank shifted on his butt, adjusted your thighs on his shoulders, sitting up straighter, the floorboards creaking as he gave you a grin and turned his gaze to your dripping cunt.

"So delicious," he sighed, "I can't say no. Not to you. Not to this little delicacy."

His fingers started pumping into you with ferocity, rolling around your insides, reaching deep into you as you felt his tongue on your clit again. Fast, deliberate licks, combined with the pistoning of his long fingers inside your pussy. You felt your jaw go slack, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you let out a throaty groan, rutting your hips in his face as he fucked you with his fingers, his tongue. You could feel his eyes on your heaving chest. His other arm supporting your butt, kneading the flesh as he sucked on your clit. You felt some pressure around your hole and winced as he added another finger. Three. Your body felt like it was on fire.

"So wet," he murmured, kissing your cunt sloppily, "All mine."

"Yes," you whispered, grinding against his nose, "I'm - so close. Frank..."

His brows furrowed as he grunted against your lower lips. Your toes curled at the sight of him devouring you, the feeling of his tongue against thousands and thousands of raw, sparkling nerve endings, his tongue flicking against your velvety folds, his fingers sliding in and out with lewd squelches, you felt a combination of his warm saliva and your own arousal drip down your ass and onto the floor below you. Your head was spinning as your loins burned, clenched and spasmed.

"Oh, god," you cried out, digging your nails into his scalp, your head lifting off the floor as you closed your eyes, braced for the inevitable.

The sheer force of your pelvic muscles releasing the coil inside you knocked the breath out of you. A million little fireworks settled themselves inside your abdomen as you heard yourself moan wildly, your hips stuttering against his nose as you rode out your orgasm on his face. Everything felt light, fluttery. You felt tears in your eyes as you panted and huffed, your muscles spasming in pleasure and you laughed, and laughed, a wave of happy, lovely chemicals washing over you, catching you in a wild riptide of ecstasy. You let go of his hair, bringing your hands to your chest, wringing them together as you tried to just breathe.

Frank slid his fingers out of you and grabbed your hips, plopping them onto his lap so that you lay on his crossed legs, your limp legs on either side of his slim body. He was panting. Flushed face, beads of sweat, a throbbing erection against your pulsing cunt, your arousals separated by thin elastane fabric.

"Holy shit," you choked out, lifting your hand to your forehead, covering your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Frank slid his fingers against your sensitive slit and you shuddered.

"So good," he murmured.

You gripped his wrist.

"No," you grunted, "Too sensitive."

"I need more," he whined, rubbing your clit with his thumb, his cock pressed against your backside.

Your brain felt fuzzy. You could distantly hear bangs and screams. Somewhere, maybe inside your brain. Maybe - maybe it wasn't so bad to stay here.

"Can I fuck you?" he breathed out, sliding his hands on your bare thighs and up your stomach to your nipples, "Can I please fuck you?"

You stared at him, trying to focus on his eyes.

"Yes-s-s," you hissed, feeling him pinch at your chest affectionately.

He reached under your ass and you felt the hot tip of his cock against your skin as he freed it from his underwear. Wet and throbbing. You giggled

"I've tamed you," he grunted, lifting his hips up so his length popped up from between your legs, the twitching underside flush against your cunt. You chewed on your lip. He rutted his hips up, his cock brushing against your overstimulated flesh.

"Not yet," you reached down between your legs, gripping him by the head, smiling weakly at him as you grew tired of your emptiness. You guided him inside you, his flesh sinking into you inch by inch. Frank whined, gripping the back of your knees.

He fucked three more orgasms out of you before you fainted, blissfully blacked out next to the puddles of blood and piss as he curled up beside you, sliding his finger against your abused cunt, feeling the quivering walls, slick with his cum. He murmured something to you. For hours on end, he spoke to you in hushed mutters, waiting for you to wake up.

"Sweet flesh. Tender flesh."

[rollercoasterwords]

🛒💋❌️🦅🤗🤩🎉⏳️

🛒 - what are some common things you incorporate in your fics? themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

ok i've already talked about this one a bit but i'm trying to think if there's anything i haven't already said....i guess one thing that i find myself including in all my fics so far is like, the idea of love as something destructive? like a character either loving someone so much that they know they're going to have to sacrifice or destroy other things in their life, or a character loving someone so much that they don't know how to hold onto them without gripping so tight they leave bruises. i simply cannot get enough of love as horror and horror as love ♥️

💋 - first kiss fics. love em or hate em?

ehhhh neutral. first kisses aren't something interesting to me in and of themselves just because....idk i don't think they're that important personally like i take kissing somewhat casually ig.

❌ - what's a trope you will never write?

soulmates au. i will never write anything about soulmates i just personally do not find the trope even the slightest bit compelling i'm sorry 💀

🦅 - do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

i make like....very vague and messy outlines and then ramble to my sister in voice notes lol. so i'm not just raw-dogging every ch i write but i also am generally going off like. 2 or 3 bullet points.

🤗 - what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

i've already talked about this here! but something i will say again amidst all these discussions i've been seeing and having about social media and capitalism and audiences:

try to frame your thinking around writing for connection, not consumption. it's easy to get caught up in the idea that for anything to be worthwhile these days it has to be seen and consumed by thousands of nameless people, but fanfiction really does not fit into that mold and you likely will not find the fulfillment you're seeking if you go into writing it with the mindset that your work won't matter unless tons of people see it. i promise that it is so, so much more meaningful to use fanfiction as a way to connect with other individuals and cultivate a little space on the internet where u just get to be creative together and enjoy something that is uniquely situated outside a profit economy 💕

🤩 - who is your favorite character to write?

talked about marlene and sirius already but honestly another character i love writing is dumbledore 🙈 like i love making him into this sort of manipulative morally grey character it's just sooooo fun

🎉 - what leads you to consider a fic a success?

writing it lol 💀 no but actually like a fic is a success for me personally if it's something i enjoy reading back later, because i'm not lying when i say i write stories for myself that i want to read. and then if like even one person interacts to talk to me about my writing and i get to connect with someone over something i've written that's like....dream come true!!! hooray!!

i think it's really easy to get caught up in a numbers game but anytime i find myself worrying about how many other people are reading my writing i force myself to sit with those feelings and think about where they're coming from, and then to reframe my thinking. and sometimes it's hard, but it's really not healthy for me to be writing fanfiction for any single person other than myself, so! that's that.

⌛️ - how long does it take you to write a fic or a chapter?

honestly it varies a lot but like. with the hand that feeds i'm now going on month 6 of writing, and atyd sirius's pov took me 6 months, so right now that seems to be the baseline? but they are vastly different lengths so 💀 and also it took me an entire year to finish my captive prince rewrite, which is around the same length in its entirety as thtf, so! and alice look at me only took like 2 days, but that's a short one.

with thtf i've been aiming for around 4k words per ch and i feel like....on average it takes me maybe 4 hours to write a ch? like 1 hour per 1k words? but of course those 4 hours are usually broken up and interspersed with distractions and writers block and general life, so....yeah it's honestly just hard to give a good estimate lol

emojis from this

[salemwritesxx]

↳ bottom oikawa x top reader

request: uhhh top male reader with oikawa in blue lingerie riding his thigh while praising reader 👉👈 (idk if the praise is ok to ask so pls dont if you dont want to!)

w.count: 2k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, thigh riding, male lingerie

“I’ll open my eyes now, okay?”

“Y/n-chan! Don’t you dare.”, Toru squeaked indignantly as he hastily pulled over your t-shirt, the soft fabric loosely falling over his toned body to hide what he had prepared underneath.

When you, however, simply chuckled, he knew you just wanted to tease him, hence pouting, Oikawa then walked over to the bed you were sitting on.

“You are so mean, Y/n-chan. Always teasing me.”

“Hmmm I can’t help it, you are too cute.”, once more, you giggled, which earned you a playful smack against your chest and, to your surprise, a few moments later your boyfriend’s soft lips on yours, making you hum, though only for seconds, before he pulled back again.

“You are so mean, even though I am spoiling you so much…”, taking your hands, he guided them around his hips, your “Now I’m even more intrigued.” getting him all excited to finally show you as he bit his lip in anticipation. Wrapping his own arms around your neck, Oikawa then whispered a mere, “Then open your eyes, Y/n-chan.”

A moment later, your e/c eyes opened, his beautiful face right in front of your own, thus you couldn’t help but smirk, only to let your them wander and look him up and down.

“You’re wearing my jersey… I like that.”

“Oh, Y/n-chan, you are so naïve.”, he sighed and shook his head, before squeaking a bit when you pinched his hips.

“Then stop playing your little game already. Show me what’s underneath, huh?”, your eyebrow twitched and a grin played around your lips, thus finally pushing Toru to his last move as he sat down on your thigh, the little “Oh.” that escaped your lips making him smirk as well.

You could very well feel the lacy material on your thighs that barely shielded your boyfriend’s dick from being completely exposed.

“Hmhmh, ‘oh’, huh?”, Toru giggled and scooched in a little closer while your own grip around his hips tightened.

“May I see what’s underneath?”, you asked so nicely that he only chuckled and nodded with a merely breathed “Of course.”

Willingly raising his arms, he let you undress him, revealing the small, blue lacy underwear, however, as you pushed the fabric up higher, you could finally see everything that he had hidden, the blue, lace bra top accentuating his well-trained and toned body very nicely – and so, your t-shirt fell to the ground.

“Do you like it, Y/n-chan?”, Oikawa barely breathed as he leaned in once more, his lips brushing up against your own, while his body pushed against your hands willingly, encouraging you to keep exploring him.

“Hmm, I do.”, you purred, then softly kissed his lips, “I really am spoiled.”

Chuckling, Toru nodded and squeezed you a little tighter, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you traveled down to grab his ass and massage it through the lingerie, his purr only showing you how much he enjoyed himself right now.

As he started to lightly sway his hips, you grabbed him a little rougher and pushed him higher up on your thigh, his soft moan immediately spurring you on, thus leaning in and connecting your lips made him sigh into the kiss, before your tongues collided and started to dance.

“Nghgh hmm”, moaning into your mouth, his movements increased a bit as he started properly grinding his soft cock against your thigh, your hands back to exploring his body, one squeezing and massaging his own muscular thigh while the other traveled up and to his lingerie bra top, letting your fingers brush against his pecs and nipples through the fabric to make him lightly twitch.

His cute buds reacting quite quickly as they pushed against the lace material so lewdly once they were all hard and sensitive.

“Y/n-chan- nghhh!”, Toru only whined with his cute high-pitched voice, before breaking the kiss and sitting back up, basically towering over you now that he was sitting on your thigh. “I love you, Y/n-chan.”, his doe eyes were shimmering and his face was so cute and red – ugh, he was just way too pretty.

“I love you too, Baby. You are seriously so cute.”, pulling him closer once more, your lips met his neck, making him squirm lightly because he was so sensitive there, before he tilted his head a bit and moaned your name quietly, his thighs already shaking lightly from his movements.

“Hmm, you really like riding my thigh, hm? You’re already all wet…”, your chuckling sent a shiver down his spine while he could barely whine approvingly, his hips stuttering against you, having a visible bulge in his lingerie already, the small lacy thing barely able to cover him anymore.

“Because, you are so handsome, Y/n-chan… I can’t help it…”, Oikawa’s arms around your neck tightened a bit when you bit into his own softly, leaving a small mark that would fade until tomorrow, since he didn’t like it when you left love bites in obvious places (he certainly grew out of that in the past years).

“Aaagh Y/n-“, blushing lightly when you pulled down his lingerie, his cock was already hard and leaking as it bounced back against his stomach, making him gulp, before pouting a bit, whispering a “Look what you did to me… I wasn’t that lewd before…”, which only earned him your hearty laugh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like that?”, you grinned, making him pout just a little harder as his hips stopped in their movement for a moment.

Staring at you for a few seconds, he eventually gave in as he sighed and leaned his forehead against your own before he shyly mumbled an “I do…”, only to try and conceal his feelings by smacking his lips on yours.

Chuckling just a bit, you didn’t say anything anymore and simply grabbed his neck and pulled him closer for a passionate kiss, while your leg slightly bopped up and down, telling him silently that he should continue and that, he did.

Back to grinding on your thigh, his knee was also pressed against your crotch, the bulge in it already quite visible as well, thus when he started moving again, your own soft groan was everything he needed to spur him on as his hips grinded a bit harder against your thigh.

“Hmm Y/n-chan… Ahn…”, moaning into your mouth, Toru was a bit embarrassed with how turned on he was just by riding your thigh so shamelessly, his precum dripping onto your pants and leaving stains already.

“Haha, look at you. You’re dripping all over me. Your little lingerie is drenched already.”, you teasingly chuckled before reaching out, playfully sliding one finger along his shaft, making your boyfriend shiver and moan as his hips jerked against the touch immediately.

“Y-Y/n-chan!”, whimpering softly, the way you teased him was almost too much.

“Hmm, I didn’t even touch you much and you are already so close. How cute.”, your words excited him and yet, he also pouted a little when he buried his face in the nook of your neck, whispering a mere “M-Meany” before being interrupted by his own moans yet again.

“Come on, Toru.”, you grabbed his ass and pushed him down harder onto your thigh, earning his high-pitched sob and whine as his nails dug into your back, “Move for me, Baby. Show me how much you like this.”, which spurred him on even more, increasing his pace as he slammed his hips down onto your thigh, rubbing his cock against the fabric of your pants to get as much friction as he could.

“Y/n-chan, Y/n-cha- ahhnh I-I love you Y/n-chan. Nhhhghg ahh y-you’re amazing Y/n- I love you, I love you-“, he hiccupped and cried, Toru’s body trembling and legs shaking, his muscles visibly tightening and tensing while holding on to you desperately, only to muffle his loud cry against your shoulder when you trapped his throbbing cock underneath your hand, making it easy for him to thrust into the opening, thus having the perfect friction against your hand and the pants.

“Oh fuck, fuc- ahnn Y/n-chan!”, it was rare for Toru to curse, and yet, when he lost himself like that in pleasure, he didn’t care anymore, his hips grinding so vigorously against your thigh, his cock bouncing with every thrust, being that close to releasing.

“Ahhh Y/n- I’m- Ahh I-I can’t-!”, interrupting himself with his whiny moans, he suddenly hugged you so tightly, his muscular arms wrapped around you in a strong grip that it almost hurt a little with how hard he was squeezing you and yet you let it happen as you wrapped one arm around his back, the other keeping still to give him the most friction.

And with that, it only took a few more moments of Toru’s uncontrollable thrusts, his high-pitched voice breaking in the end. With one last jerk, he rammed his hips onto your thigh, before he released all over it, cock bouncing underneath your hand and spurts of cum staining your pants and t-shirt, your boyfriend moaning in bliss and squirming on top of you, face twisted due to absolute pleasure.

“Toru… Can’t breathe…”, you patted his back a little to get his attention at last, before his grip finally loosened around you, his panted “Sorry.” only making you chuckle a little and lean your forehead against his.

“Glad you liked it so much.”, the grin on your lips definitely made his already warm, red face a little warmer as he glanced to the side shyly, just to tackle you once more with a hug, both of you falling back onto the bed at last – giggling happily.

“Hmm it’s because Y/n-chan feels so good, it’s not my fault.”, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing slowly calming down again as he came down from his high.

“Hmhm, well… I’m glad to hear that.”, softly combing through his hair, there was a minute of comfortable silence that was merely interrupted by Oikawa’s soft gasps, before you said, “But you know! I really hate you, Toru!”

“Ehhhh, whyyyy?”, Oikawa immediately whined as he raised his head to look at you all shocked.

“Because.”, your hand slid down to his cheek to pinch it a bit, “Even your o-face is pretty! Like what the fuck? You can at least look a little silly when cumming, you know? But nooo.”, you rolled your eyes in a playful way and your boyfriend just stared at you for a moment, before he started laughing – a true genuine laugh as he flopped back to hide his face again and snuggle against your shoulder.

“It’s just the blessing of great Oikawa-san. I always look good.”

“That’s true. It’s impossible to take a stupid picture of you, you just always look cute.”

His giggle definitely warmed your heart though.

“But Y/n-chan is also very handsome and cute.”, then, he sat back up eventually and you followed suit.

With your hand cupping his face, you pulled him in for a soft kiss, your whispered “Thank you, Baby. As long as you think that, I’m happy.” making him smile as he pressed another kiss against your lips immediately after.

“Now… shall we go take a shower, hm?”, Toru then mumbled against your lips, pecking them over and over again in between his words, only to squeak and then laugh when you grabbed him and stood up, carrying him through your shared apartment into the bathroom even though he wasn’t the lightest to carry around due to his build.

“I’d love that, you definitely need to help me a little.”, was the last thing you purred against his lips before you closed the door to your bathroom with your foot, the only thing audible another squeaked “Y/n-chan!” from Toru, followed by a soft moan.

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writer’s note: hmmm oikawa toru 🤤 love me that dramatic idiot haha. i will say it again – if anyone has more requests with him, pleasure shoot them my way! i would love to write some more with him, no matter if it’s smut or nah. well, thank you for reading and hope it was enjoyable!  

[rapharoni-supreme]

Ranking all of Raphael Hamato-Jitsu’s Outfits

Because why not? Raph is Best Turtle and he has some pretty great and unique outfits too! ^v^ So, let’s rank them:

Hippo Suit: Standard mascot suit, nothing too special, though it still looks cute on him and I can imagine it’s pretty comfy too as long as it doesn’t get too warm. 6/10

Football uniform: ...It’s a football uniform. Again, it looks fine on him but there’s nothing really special about it. 5/10

Vacation outfit: Look at this cutie... Look at how happy is is. Also, the yellow and pink go really well with his light green scales and red mask/armbands. Like- peak color coordination with a hat that pulls it all together. 9/10

R&B Singer Outfit: I. LOVE THIS OUTFIT! Yeah maybe it’s a bit goofy - though given the episode’s plot, that’s kind of a given - but I think it also looks really stylish! This outfit definitely screams 70s from the style of the collar to the ruffled wrists. I love the wig and the gold necklace he wears with it, I love just how much FUN he seems to be having wearing it (”Anybody call for Soul Patrol~?”), and I just love that it totally seems like his style. 10/10

Overcoat disguise: Nice callback to the 80s cartoon/90s movie. The coat isn’t quite thick enough to prevent his elbow spikes from poking through, but it still looks good on him. The fedora of course ties this look together - out of all the Turtles, I’d say Raph is the one that looks best in a hat. 7/10

Savage Raph: Not much of an ‘outfit’ but eh, it looks cool enough. This and another outfit down the line sorta hints at Raph preferring ponchos, which is valid. 8/10

Winter Outfit: You know, it’s not often we see these guys wearing shoes, but the boots look good AND functional! I like the different shades of red, with the coat being darker while the scarf is the same color as his mask, and the brown pants look nice too! 9/10

Hamato Clan Uniform: I actually don’t mind the switch to a darker red with his mask. Honestly, as much as I love his normal bright red mask, I could see him switching to a darker red as he gets older. The outfit itself looks really cool, and the fact that you can’t see any of Raph’s spikes poking out just shows how well Splinter made this uniform (no doubt so his son could still be comfortable as he fought. D’awwww). 9/10

Hoodie and shorts: You know, it’s not often we see the boys out of their signature colors. While there’s still some red there, you can barely see it, so the main color is grey. But honestly, I don’t mind that much. 

The hoodie and shorts combo still looks cool on him, and it’s definitely something a teenager would wear, though I question what the point was of him putting on pants AND shorts to cover his legs, but then ripping off his sleeves and revealing his spikes/scales. As a disguise, it’s maybe not as effective as it could be because of this, buuut if it makes him comfier then I’ll allow it (plus the ripped sleeves totally fit him, aesthetic wise). 7.5/10

R.A.P.H. Outfit: Just like his R&B Singer Outfit, I just absolutely love this one and how it captures the perfect balance of silly AND cool! There have been different incarnations of Raph who decided to be vigilantes, and I like how Rise!Raph goes for a more Superhero-looking spin with his instead of something like the Nightwatcher.

I also think it’s cool that his poncho doubles as a cape, that’s super cute. And the letter gag is just so great, lol. Doesn’t do much to disguise his turtle-ness but you know what? He’s fifteen and he wants to be a hero, let him have some fun dammit. 10/10

Red Suit: Idk why Donnie didn’t like it, this suit is so stylish!! The pink and red works on him well, though I’d maaaaybe drop the shades. 9/10

Ripped Tank Top and Jeans: Kinda indifferent to this one honestly. Don’t hate it, don’t love it - I think it’s the belt that’s bothering me but idk why. Feels like he needs something else - like make the shirt a different color or wear a vest or hat with it or something. But yeah, just kinda meh to me. I do like the spiky wrist bracelets though. 6/10

Fedora and Bow: Ehhhhhh... Like I’ve said earlier, the hat definitely works on him, and the bow tie is cute too. But the shirt? ehhhh, not doing it for me. 6/10

Neon windbreaker: Like the jeans, like the colors - and also I want that jacket. Overall super fun outfit with an 80′s vibe that I feel is pretty fashionable too! 10/10

White and pink: Another 80s-esque outfit that just screams Miami Vice, lol. It’s cool enough, though unlike his hoodie and shorts outfit where I don’t mind all the grey too much, I feel like here all the white just kinda washes him out. The light pink shirt doesn’t help with this, and the super low collar is just kinda weird to me. I get why some would like this style, but it’s not for me. 5/10

Leather Jacket Outfit: OKAY HERE WE GO! This is a much cooler outfit imo. Cool jacket with shirt and pants that also work well with it, but the jacket really is the star here, with the belt and collar adding a bit of extra style to it. 9/10

So, it I had to pick my top 5 outfits for Raph, I’d go with: R&B Singer, R.A.P.H., Neon Windbreaker, Leather Jacket and Vacation, with Red Suit being the runner up. But hey! Let me know what your favorite Raph outfits are and why you like them! ^v^ I’d love to see other fans’ rankings

[b-yeonder]

Hey are the requests open? If so, can you do a a-z nsfw for Lucifer? If they're not open then please ignore this. Anyways, I love your writing and I'm looking forward to more 😊😊😊

I’ve never done one of these before so I hope it’s okay. Also I struggle to take anything seriously so of course there’s gonna be some dumb shit in here. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you so much! 

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder

NSFW A-Z: LUCIFER

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer can be rough - he's known to be a sadist after all but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to look after you once he's had his way. Softens his voice, asks if you're okay, if there's anything you need. Will clean you up and praise you for how well you did. If it's him needing the aftercare, he's very quiet, playing over what just happened. Appreciates a drink and gentle caresses to bring him back down to earth

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Lucifer has quite a lot of insecurities - being told you're perfect all the time can make you dwell more on your flaws (or what you deem to be flaws.) But one thing he does like is his eyes. He knows he can make you lose yourself in his eyes with a single look. One look from across the room and he can have you begging for him within moments.On you he loves your hands. He doesn't let many people get close, let alone touch him, but your hands can ease his pains and make him feel loved. Massages, caresses, the way you hold his head against your chest at night, or the way you grip his cock so eagerly once he's riled you up. Also ties into a little somethin' I'll mention below in the D section eh ehhhh. (Oh and your mouth is a close second. (And not just because you called him baby boy once and had him malfunctioning for a whole hour.))

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer doesn't like the thought of cleaning up, so prefers to cum inside you - it's his main way of showing that you're his. But accidents happen and there have been times he's slipped out at the last minute and coated the skin of your stomach/back and for a moment he found himself admiring it - like a new way of marking you as his. Oh he also likes painting your tongue with his cum too because watching you swallow it makes his pride bl o s s o m.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty to him anyway - he actually likes submitting to you. (Once you two are quite established.) Shock horror! But you're the only one he trusts to completely let loose with, and sometimes when you have this much pressure on you it's nice to let someone else take control. BE HONOURED. OH and the hand thing. He will fucking worship your digits. Kiss 'em, suck 'em, nuzzle 'em. OOF. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's been around for a long time, so it goes without saying he's had plenty of experience. He's well versed in the basics and is quick to pick up on every little thing you like to use against you (in the best way possible).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes being able to see your face, to watch every little sound escape your lips, every little sign of pleasure. Feeds off of it. But is not averse to shoving you face first into the mattress and fucking you senseless until you can barely utter a word. So y'know depends on his mood really. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. But dumb shit can happen during sex and even the Mighty First is not immune to this. Will laugh stuff off and get things quickly back on track by muttering naughty things in that delicious voice of his. If you insist on being jokey he'll insist on making it so you can't do anything but moan ;)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a busy guy, but he makes sure to always be groomed. This does mean that things get on top of him and well...don't blame the overworked tired bean if he gets a little unruly down there sometimes, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He's almost always quietly praising/encouraging you - in between the teasing of course. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's a stressed mess, he needs to release his frustrations somehow. Does it less so since you came along, and honestly didn't masturbate too often before, but when he does it's a scene. He takes his time, making sure to work up to a glorious finish so that he can truly relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Probably has a Sir or Daddy kink. Kinda likes choking you as well. One time your hand slipped from his chest to his throat without you thinking and that's when he realised he kinda likes being choked too oii oiiii.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His freakin' giant glorious bed because he's old and has back pain. Also bending you over his desk after rather troublesome days works too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him throughout the day. "MC you're eating that corn too sexually I'm going to have to teach you a lesson later." "Did you just call me mum? I don't care if it's an accident, I'm going to have to punish you later." "Did you just breathe? That's it, you asked for it." In all seriousness he rarely shows his want for you on the outside, but inside he'll be raring to ravage you. Depends on the day - one day you could have him popping a boner simply by rubbing your foot against his calf. The next, stripping naked and grinding on his face might not even make him blink. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

"Roleplay as Satan for me, Lucifer." You're probably dead before you even finish speaking those words, sorry I don't make the rules. (Oh wait I kinda do right now oops.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give as he likes having the power over you to make you come completely undone. Can feel a little vulnerable receiving - maybe he got bitten by a devious ex lover, who knows, but once you get going and his confidence with you grows he likes nothing more than grabbing the back of your head and urging you to take more of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Fast and rough are his go-to, and when he does go slow, his thrusts are still usually on the harder side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves taking his time with you, as he likes driving you crazy for him but if the mood calls for it he has no issues with bending you over his desk and taking you right then and there. Will probably take extra care of you next time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Damn straight he's down to experiment. Is curious to see how far both of you can go and what you're willing to do. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Only one round, his back hurts too much. I'm kidding, he can go a few rounds, and can last a long time. There have been a couple occasions he's cum rather fast - either when drunk, or it's been a while since the last time. Gets very embarrassed over it but knows it's natural and happens sometimes. (That’s not the norm though, he promises.)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a bit crazy when you came along. Anything you like the sound of, he has. Already had blindfolds and things to bind you with - rope, ribbons, string cheese, you name it. But now you're here he has a whole collection of toys to tease you with. Even has a favourite vibrator he loves to leave strapped to your thigh so you can't get away from it. Ah, good times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biiitch. BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. This monster is the biggest tease. "Hm...I'm not sure you deserve my cock today, MC. Now now, begging will get you nowhere." (It probably will eventually, just saying. ...Maybe.) He'll leave you on read for days but magically turn up just as you're about to pleasure yourself like "nuhuh bitch, not today."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet - any sounds he does make are low in his throat, deep. Loses control closer to reaching his climax - gets breathier, speaks a little louder and noises are more frequent. Buuut once he did manage to wake up everyone in the house but that was because you'd been teasing him all day, you hadn’t slept together in like a week, and he'd been drinking and-- the list of excuses go on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Was once convinced to try out women's underwear once after a conversation with Asmo and was pleasantly surprised by how nice his ass looked. Will never EVER tell anyone this though, not even you and shit I shouldn't even be writing this he's probably gonna-- Oh heyyy Lucifer, nothing to see here I was jus--*gurrKH*

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Decent length, decent thickness. Just enough to take a bit of work to fit in but not too much that it's uncomfortable, y'know?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high, definitely not above average. Can definitely go without, but his mind might wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how tired he is, and how much is on his mind. You'll probably be the one to fall asleep first most of the time, which is great because he's good at giving after-sex cuddles. Plus your steady breathing makes it easier for him to sleep as well so...win win?