#its not that good but i cant stop thinking about it

[urlovebot]

cw: perv!sunghoon, sunghoon jerking himself off, pillow humping, panty sniffing, choking, mentions of cnc!

a/n: swoons i love him. hes so gross!

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sometimes its your panties, other days its your pillow, but today, its both.

"f-fuck." sunghoon moans out. his cock leaks as he rubs it against your pillow, your panties held in his other hand, almost smothering his face.

he wants to use you. he wants to dog fuck you into the mattress. force your head into the sheets and take you how he wants but he can't. not yet.

so instead he opts in for bunching your pillow up and pushing it against his cock for now. and it feels so fucking good. the friction against his length both isnt enough and is too much at the same time.

he cant wait for you to go to sleep and lay your head on this filthy pillow tonight. the thought makes his cock twitch and leak more, dampening his boxers. he felt nasty and weird but he doesn't care. he's fucking obsessed with you. and it's gotten so bad lately.

when you watch movies together, he intentionally spreads his legs so you can see how hard he gets just from looking at you. when he cooks for you, he makes sure to listen intently to the sounds you make when you're enjoying his food.

the other night he even fucked his cock right in front of your face as you slept.

he can't get enough of you. and thats proven as he fucks your pillow harder and rougher. his hips jerk back and forth and his cock drags along the length of your pillowcase. his tongue pokes out to get a taste of your cunt as his pace picks up.

as soon as the taste reaches his mouth, he whines out and just loses it. he quickly gets up, shoves his pants off and mounts your pillow once more. this time he folds it so his cock slides in between the crease and its so much better this way.

his mind wanders and multiple scenes pop into his brain.

he thinks about eating your gushy pussy and the way it'd gush onto his face. he imagines you stuffing his face into your cunt, fucking his face. using him. he wonders if you squirt, and if you do, you'd drown him in it.

he thinks about dressing you up in a cute little babydoll dress, tying a little bow around your neck and fisting his cock in front of your face. you dont even need to touch him. he just wants you to sit and look pretty while he defiles your face.

his final thought runs a shiver through his spine. he thinks about taking you while you sleep, how scared you'd be when you wake up to his thick, long cock filling you up. he'd wrap a hand around your mouth and tell you to "shut the fuck up and take it," as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. he'd hear your screams and pleas and cries and itd only spur him on further.

he's whining and drooling and losing himself in his pleasure. he stops giving a fuck about being careful. he flips onto his back and bunches the pillow up once more. he spreads his legs and begins to fuck the pillow vigorously. he doesnt care how much the dry fabric burns against the length of his cock, his only concern was getting off.

his eyes roll as he feels the burn in his thighs from how hard he was thrusting into the pillow but he fucking loved when it hurt. one hand moves from holding the pillow to his cock, up his body and to his neck. he does a curious squeeze and he sees white. he can't see or hear but with the way his throat aches, he knows hes being loud. his knees knock together and his toes curl as he spills his load onto your pillow.

sunghoons eyes open and he spots himself in your mirror. he looks fucked up. hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest red from panting, pillow tight in his grip.

he promises himself that the next time he gets off, it'll be in front of you.

[softness-and-shattering]

If we're talking a out resale value yeah a lot of craft is crap. But thats not the point of it. The point is we are people and we like to make stuff. I worry that by saying "raw materials are worth more than what people make from it", people will be discouraged from making things.

We at the end of the chain of production are not individually responsible for all the exploitation going on, we benefit from it, but we cant just decide to stop it, we dont have that power.

I dont make things to add economic value. I make things because I like making things. It would be more wasteful to me to never make anything in case I devalue the materials, what bullshit way of thinking is that? And yeah Im not making immaculate high quality anything because I dont have that level of skill or speed, and that doesnt matter to me.

What are we alive for if not to look after each other and make things? To express ourselves and convey what we can of our human experience.

I could withdraw from all unethical consumptiom, by doing so kill myself, and it wouldnt make any difference whatsoever to all the people being exploited. I dont want them to be exploited of course, and theres also nothing I can do about it, and avoiding creating, using materials, would only increase my misery and add nothing useful to the world.

Im so tired of all these posts trying to guilt us into not using resources, not needing resources, as if we can make a difference individually to the global supply train, as if we all have money to throw at slow fashion - which "isnt even slow anymore" - at more ethical fashion, as if if we never ever enjoy anything about our lives or value anything we do or anything we need, that might stop the exploitation.

Misery does not improve anything for anyone. It makes everything worse. It makes us less resilient. Is not the rent we pay to live under capitalism like if you say enough hail marys youre absolved from the harm caused by your life that is not your fault.

Youre allowed to enjoy life. Youre allowed to enjoy making things. There is value in expressing yourself through the cheapest plastickest materials available just as there is with the sheep you sheared yourself and grass fed from the moment it was born. There is value in your life and your existence.

Of course exploitation is awful and everyone should be paid a good living wage whoever and wherever they are. We dont live in a perfect world. If youre reading this and youre a ceo or a supplier or someone with the power to make a change to the system, do it. Everyone else, carry on. Also watch The Good Place. Youre not obligated to be miserable to 'make up for' whatever scraps of privilege you have, thats absurd. Dont be afraid to use materials. Life is for living, things are for using, materials are for transforming. If its sits on your shelf forever than its just a decorative ball of yarn. If you make something with it, thats *yours* and no one can take it from you. Who cares if its crap, its your crap and im proud of you for making it. I hope it brought intrinsic value to you. I hopr you had fun and or learned something and or had relaxation/catharsis in the process. Not everything is about the end product.

I feel like something that doesnt get talked about enough is how fast fashion is coming to hobbies as well. Sure, you can sew, knit, and crochet something better than youd buy in store, but good luck finding quality materials

Want a fabric that doesnt fray from being gently caressed? Want yarn thats not 100% plastic and splits if you touch it wrong? Good luck finding that if you dont have a genuinely good crafts store near you.

Go on any thread where people are trying to figure out where to buy fabric. 50% of it is people saying big stores are servicable, online stores work, or the like, and the other 50% are talking about how bad the quality is or how the quality of a website dropped because it was bought out

Were running into a problem where fast fashiob is so integrated into society that even the ability to make your own, comfortable and long lasting, clothes is being threatened by capitalism

[meo-eiru]

Hi hiiiiii!!! I just wanna say i love ur oc’s so much, they live rent free inside my head like a growing necrosis!! Ever since u dropped the character trivias for Lavi and Elias I cant stop thinking about an AU with the game Catherine for Elias and Lavi but like with a lil twist to itt (the twist being i cant properly remember the entire plot to Catherine, its been like a decade since i played it so i tweaked so much of the actual storyline to better fit the narrativeT-T) feel free to delete it if its too weird;;

TW: cheating, pregnancy, reader/mc is pregnant, ooc Lavi im sorry, Elias having a reasonable crashout, yandere behaviour, continuous affair, reader/Mc cheats, character death(?), misuse of commas and my terrible grammar really

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Okay so Imagine this, whilst drinking out one day, trying to drown out the midlife crisis and potential worries about the future, you end up having a drunken one night stand with Lavi, this one night stand however snowballs into an affair as you end up sleeping with Lavi AGAIN.

You’re pregnant, and you’ve been in a relationship with Elias for 5 years, Elias is absolutely ECSTATIC to find out that you’re pregnant, and is even considering marrying you if you agree to it (you have no choice in the matter btw lol), so in order to plan for the baby (and wedding), Elias has been taking more and more modeling jobs to hopefully save enough for your future together.

This would’ve been a happy ending for both parties if you actually KNEW who the father was. Youve been rethinking your entire relationship with Elias for a while and whilst its good to feel loved and appreciated just for existing, Elias’ is just… he’s too much sometimes— well most times tbh.

Elias would kill you both, but he hasn’t suspected anything yet, and you plan to keep it that way because you’re thinking of ending things with Elias by the end of the month anyway,

until you can’t.

And you find yourself puking every morning, a worried Elias by your side at every step of the way, loving, understanding (?), pulling your hair back and dabbing away sweat from your face as you stay hunched over the toilet seat, and the guilt smashes into you like a truck, its debilitating—Elias loves you so much, cares for you (too) so much. The guilt should have set in sooner, you should be groveling at his feet begging for forgiveness, but you dont, instead you stay, and the affair continues, even when you don’t remember spending the night with Lavi (where they even at the bar last night?). Even when the test shows two lines. Even when Elias starts doing more work to provide for the two of you.

Maybe it’s guilt, maybe its your consciousness telling you you need to leave, to not subject Elias to a life chained up to someone who doesnt love them enough to stay faithful.

You end up having these weird nightmares where you have to fight for your life trying to escape a hellish landscape. You survive each night but always seem to end up waking up to Lavi on your bedside (you haven’t been outside, Elias hasn’t allowed you to go to work since the pregnancy test, you don’t remember telling Lavi your address either)

But one night, when you wake up from another nightmare, crying, shivering, Elias and Lavi nowhere in sight.

Impulsively, you end up calling Elias and tell him about the affair, how you don’t know who the father of the child is, how you’re sorry and how terrible you are and how it would be better if you just break up.

and as expected, he breaks down. asking you, demanding answers, crying, screaming, shouting, asking if you actually loved him, asking if the child is actually his, asking you why he wasn’t enough, how he knew you were acting weird, asking which fucker he has to kill to make everything work out. its guttural, the way he screams, shouts for answers.

You end up dropping the call. And Elias immediately spams your phone with missed calls until you end up blocking his number.

He’s coming for you, you know he will. And he does, not even an hour later, banging on the door. You worry about your neighbours hearing about all of this commotion, its 11pm, he should’ve been at home but he was still at work, should’ve spent this time relaxing and watching tv shows with you at saturday night, but instead he was still at work, working to support the both of you (even if a big part of you knew it wouldn’t have stopped him from coming anyway)

He’s banging on the door, and you have half a mind to grab the knife at the sink. He stops after what felt like an eternity, only to forcefully barge his way in by using his body to slam the door open.

Elias makes his way inside, immediately grabbing you by the shoulders, eyes red with tears as he looks at you with the most painstakingly hurt expression you’ve ever seen (you’ve seen it countless times before, but only this time its different, it’s it scarier, it feels like he might actually hurt you)

His eyes grows into slits, as you feel another arm snake behind you.

It’s Lavi.

You are so fucked.

Elias ends up lunging at Lavi, screaming, intent to kill, to get rid of the vermin homewrecker that ruined (whatever was left of) your relationship.

Lavi fights back, albeit without mentally damaging Elias in the process as he talks about how much time he spends with you, how he planned on taking you with him secretly behind his back, how the child is actually his and how he intends to take full accountability for it.

You watch as Elias screams reaching for something in the sink only for Lavi to laugh at him, taunting him, waving the knife in his hand hautily, simpering with a glint of malice in his eyes “Looking for this?”

You’re about as useful in this situation as a screen door to a submarine. And you know its in vain, but you scream at both of them to stop anyway. Crying as you fall to your feet, you feel like puking.

Elias freezes, breath hitching as he turns to you before the expression on his face falters, angered as Lavi continues, telling him that “he’s the reason you’re having such a hard time right now”, “how he has no business being a father when all he does is hurt you”.

Everything falls into a blur as the fighting continues,

it feels like forever but it does stop, and you hear someone slump on the floor.

and you find Elias on the floor, with the knife plunged into Lavi’s stomach.

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I had to write it out the brainrot was killing me, had to write it out until the brain rot unrotted itself.

I do know i couldve done this darker and better but i cant write anymore i feel so rustyT-T if you see “them” instead “you” its because i originally wrote this with “Mc” and using “they/them” before changing it to explicit xreader

Rereading my writing realising it is so tellenovella coded oof

Holy shit anon I don't know how you did it but this might just be the most hellish possible scenario known to mankind. I'd honestly just end it right then and there, there's no getting out of this bermuda triangle ass dynamic we got going on here.

Like Lavi and Elias being in the same universe is already horrible, them liking the same person is even worse but darling CHEATING on one of them with the other??? I would just

[elliezlils11utt]

i couldn’t see if you were taking requests are not anywhere, so if you aren’t just ignore this and i’m sorry!!

i wanted to request an ellie x reader, maybe like college!au where reader has internalised homophobia. angst or comfort, whichever you like more 😋

love youu have a good day💗

hi hi ml! sorry this took so long to get out! im finally clearing out my inbox, so if youve sent me a request it will be out by valentines day weekend! <33 this is short and sweet. ive never experienced internalized homophobia so this was a bit tricky but hope you enjoy.

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“baby, you know its okay right?” your jaw clenched at the pet name. ellie’s voice rings through your phone as you lay sprawled out on your dorm bed.

“please stop calling me that.”

“okay, look im sorry.”

silence.

“i have this powerful magnet in my tummy pulling me towards you, but its wrong ellie. im not- you know.. like you.”

“like me?” she snaps.

“ellie c’mon. don’t be like that. you know what i mean.” your sat at the edge of your bed now, free hand raking through your hair.

“mhm. you like me though?”

“well. yes.”

“but you don’t like girls?”

“elli-”

“right. i get i, i really do. but i can’t keep doing this with you. call me when you figure your shit out y/n” her voice so bluntly cuts off as she hangs up. your left with your thoughts just as fucked as they were at the start of the call. if not worse. ellie has been on your ass ever since the first kiss. when you initiated it. your confused is all, you couldn’t like girls? i mean that’s wrong. its not you. so how could you like ellie? its a fluke. you can like ellie and not be queer. right? god your entire world is being flipped upside down just thinking about any of this. everything you thought you knew about yourself being rewritten by this fucking loser brunette that you cant seem to get out of your head. tears spill from your eyes lightly falling onto your phone.

you: “i like you. i like girls. i just hate myself for it.”

els: “dont y/n, your perfect. okay?”

els: “im omw. i need to see you.”

els: “door unlocked?”

you: “for you?

you: “always.”

when ellie clicks the door open your balled up on your bed. she swings her bag onto the floor.

“oh baby.” with her words comes her quick arms pulling you close to her.

“im sorry,” you sob.

“i know. i know.”

“liking you, means hating myself.”

[lazarusrisingx]

idk bout yall but im an age regressor due to extreme trauma etc yada yada so imma talk abt the LADS boys rq. i also dont interact with other age regressors or talk abt my age regression very often because im embarrassed of it but its a coping mechanism for me and im stressed as shit right now but cant let myself go to that headspace so anyways!!

my asks are open so if y’all wanna request something or just ask questions you can!

completely SFW post, some slight angst but it turns into fluff so dont worry, mentions of some self loathing with caleb and sylus but thats about it

talking about age regression and what the LADS men would be like as caregivers!

zayne

is def a soft but strict caregiver, the cool calm and collected doctor

he doesnt want his little to get hurt and his time with pediatric patients makes him quite a skilled caregiver. he has quite a few rules and some soft rules for his little, and doesnt want them to have a babysitter because he loves being attentive and caring for his little when they regress.

he has heard of age regression as a coping mechanism for trauma, and did some research on it when he did a psychiatric rotation at the hospital, and after hearing more about the community he had some interest in it but its not something he ever actively sought out.

it fulfills a part of him he didnt know he had, it gives him the space to be less serious, and brings out a more playful side in him. but he has strong protective instincts once he reaches caregiver space, and it shows.

he has a hard time not giving in when his little is upset when he says they cant have more sugar, or need to go to bed, or that they need to take their meds. he doesnt like seeing his little upset no matter what, and his heart melts even though he knows that to much candy would make your stomach hurt, or that without your meds and treatment you would be sicker, he knows how scary it can feel when your like this and you need treatment, and he knows how to help soothe you and get you to trust him.

he doesnt do timeouts, maybe less than five minutes but he has so much expeireince with kids that he is able to apply it when your in littlespace, and get you to follow the rules.

he makes sure to discuss everything with you before you are in little space, learns your favorite shows, what might trigger you, every small detail he needs in order to be a good caregiver is talked about in detail beforehand.

your little space soon becomes something he looks forward to every day. a different way for him to relax, a different way to have fun. its his favorite and he loves it dearly.

Caleb

caleb is an energetic, slightly strict, but matches your chaotic energy type of caregiver.

caleb has known you your whole life. while in your teenage years and a bit into your adulthood you didnt quite understand why you would act the way you did, caleb adapted.

he wanted to adapt.

its only when hes gone do you realize you age regress, and his absence makes it harder to do so, and makes it harder for you to escape the things going on. you didnt feel safe enough, even though your mind would teeter on the age of little space you couldnt bring yourself to fall into it. beforehand you simply labeled it as feeling ‘silly’, never stopping to actually think about what was happening, not thinking about the fact that it happened whenever caleb was around and you got triggered by something. not always an upsetting trigger, sometimes just a kids show or being sureounded by your stuffies was enough to tip you into littlespace, a blissful headspace that felt akin to a warm blanket laying over you. where you let yourself rely more on caleb, where you didnt see the awful shit that was going on. it wasnt ignorance, it was a way to cope and heal.

Caleb didnt need you to tell him what you needed. he can recognize the signs that your regressing before you can, and it makes his heart melt in a littlle puddle of love to see it. even when you were teenagers and he was unknowingly babysitting you, he loved every moment of it. you get so playful, a bit mischevious, playing small childish tricks on him, and yes you became a bit more vulnerable to bad people so he became even more fiercely protective of you.

caleb has soft rules. he isnt very strict unless it comes to your safety. want to eat a bag of candy? of course! stay up all night with him? whatever youd like pip-squeak! he can almost never say no to you, unless he feels like it might endanger you. if he tells you no and you pout and cross your arms his heart will do jumping jacks and he will cave within a few minutes. the only time he puts you in timeout is if your throwing a particularly rough tantrum, or you do something that could hurt you. even then, its usually only a little less candy that day, and possibly going to bed a little earlier because he knows how worn out you must get over such big feelings, despite your protest that your never sleepy.

caleb never evereverevereverever uses the Colonel personality with his little. his eyes are always soft and his voice is sweet and gentle. he compromises a lot, and just how littlespace is freeing for you, its freeing for him.

he doesnt have to rough and cruel. he doesnt have to lead with an iron fist. his violent actions during the day are forgotten during these times. hes able to relax, to be protective, and on the days when his actions weigh heavily on him, when his guilt and self-hatred reaches a boiling point, when the pain of his own memories is dragging down his soul, feeling you hug him in your soft pajamas, your favorite stuffy being pressed against his face as your babbling about your day in that cute voice, its like a switch flips in his brain.

even in little space you help him to. if you notice hes looking a little down you always know how to cheer him up.

within the hour he no longer feels that weight in his chest. hes taking care of you, helping you, holding your hand and showing you how to build a pillow fort, as his own worries are swept away from the cuteness overload and sweet feelings that swell in his heart for his Little. just like zayne, your age regression heals a part of him that he didnt know needed healing aswell

Sylus

sylus is the definition of a spoiling caregiver. so sweet itd give you a tootchache. although nervous at first, he is ecstatic to be so close that youd trust him with this.

my man sylus. the cruel, cold leader of Onychinus, master of the N109 zone…

Cannot tell you no.

stickers on his face? absolutely little one. terribly ‘doing his hair’ before meetings with some of the cruelest men on earth? anything for you sweetie, such a cutie. makeup time? his favorite color is red can you show him which color is red sweet-pea?

Sylus absolutely cannot maintain any rules for his beloved little. outside of what might get you hurt, Sylus is a bit like caleb in the sense he cannot say no. except he doesnt even try to tell you no. caleb will put up a little fight, but Sylus? oh hes just a damn teddy bear.

shopping sprees, meetings with your favorite cartoon character voice actors, signed merch from each of them, unlimited stickers, unlimited hide and seek games, unlimited everything.

and its perfect.

his days at work are spent being ruthless, cruel, his heart guarded like a fortress, all for him to be able to come home and let it all leave as soon as he sees you clutching your favorite stuffy and begging him to read to you.

he enjoys story time the most. youll bring one of the many books he has bought for you, disregard whatever he is doing at the time, make him sit so you can curl up in his arms, put your head on his chest and listen to him read you a story.

but how did the cunning man get into this situation?

You brought it up. after a particularly horrible day, you were neck deep in age regression. kieran and luke had gotten a call from you crying so terribly that they responded without notifying sylus first. the mess they came in on wasnt one that was gorey, but one of you throwing a tantrum because the pillow fort you had tried to make wasnt big enough for you and all your stuffies.

hell they didnt even know you had this many plushies. and it was quite confusing to see you sobbing as if the entire world had gone up in smoke. they were just as panicked as you were, frantically trying to figure out the solution to your problem, you were hardly coherent, and it took a few frantic calls for sylus to already be on his way home, only knowing that you were a mess right now, crying so loudly sylus didnt even bother listening to the twins, cut his meeting off immediatley and sped home.

he didnt know what age regression was.

but he is a very quick study and he would never do something he didnt enjoy doing.

sylus is nervous though. the two of you have a lot of conversations about your regression, and he has a lot of questions. but he is nervous. maybe scared might be the right word.

hes scared that cold person he pretends to be is really him sometimes and hes scared you might be able to see it. that youll look at him youll see a monstrous thing, a wolf in sheeps clothing, because sylus sees himself like that sometimes.

it takes him a while to fully relax. its not because he doesnt enjoy this side of you. Gods no Sylus loves it. its the highlight of his day. seeing you smile so much, seeing you so excited your very atoms shake, the way you come to him for help, you come to him for anything and his heart melts. every little thing he wants to do it for you. open every peice of candy, change your shows around for you, get you more juice, every little thing you want and need of him he craves to do for you. all he wants is to take care of you. on his hardest days his solace is coming home to you. taking you to a park without anyone there so you can play on the swing, snuggling up with you and reading a book, letting you jingle out broken melodies on his instruments, humming a lullaby to you so youll sleep, every second of it fills his heart with a great joy he never knew he would be able to get. but part of him cannot fathom that youd place so much trust in him. that youd let him care and nurture the most vulnerable side of yourself.

but eventually, he relaxes. he becomes less of a quiet caregiver who smiles softly and encourages you. he becomes more active, soon enough the two of you are playing hide and seek around the house. hes chasing after you in a game of tag, hes laughing louder, hes less passive in his caregiving.

its also healing for him. a reminder that he is not what everyone says he is. yes he is ruthless but thats not all he is. he is not a cruel dragon, not a ruthless arms dealer, not a gang lord, none of it, not when he is with you. He is Sylus, his hands and words were not meant to only cause pain, but to heal.

he is open to only two other people babysitting you. luke and kieran become big brothers to you. when sylus is away he puts the two of them in charge when you regress. and yes just like real siblings the three of you get up to quite a bit of bullshit together, but nothing dangerous.

at the end of the day Sylus loves caring for you. it takes him some time to catch his footing, but once he finds it, he flourishes. he loves you so deeply, and it shows in every action.

[heartz4levi]

AUGHHH more till PLEASE.. i cant stop thinking about his hands/fingers..

you see, i got that midas touch !

☆ thinking abt till's hands . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . dom!till ,, sub!reader ,, till is using his hands on reader (interpret that however you want) ,, mirror sex (sort of) ,, edging (reader receiving) ,, light choking (reader receiving) ,, slightly needy, whipped till(??) ,, a little bit of manhandling at the end i guess (reader receiving).

till can't take his eyes off of you. it's as if he's hypnotized, gaze endlessly raking over your entire form in the mirror's reflection while his hand continues its motions, never seeming to tire out.

maybe it's the sight of you falling apart from his fingers alone that keeps him going, that prevents his wrist from aching. maybe it's the sounds that tumble past your lips and bounce off the walls, sending several rushes of dopamine right to his inner works.

"ah—fuck—" your head leans back against till's shoulder upon feeling your nth orgasm of the night approaching, an almost instinctive reaction to the up and coming anticipated wave of bliss that'll wash over you.

except it disappears. your eyes snap open, immediately drifting down to see that till had pulled his hands away, leaving your chest heaving with frustration.

"why do you have to make things complicated?" till asks, brows furrowing lightly in reaction to the mess that coats his fingers. it's not enough. he wants more — he knows you want more too, but.. "i told you not to look away."

his other hand, the one that had been holding onto your side long enough to leave crescent shaped imprints from how his nails have been digging into your skin slightly, moves to wrap around your neck. he doesn't grip it too tightly, but the hold is firm enough for him to straighten your head, forcing you to look straight ahead. in the mirror, at your fucked—out face and the sticky mess coating your lower region.

"you look so good like this, don't you think?" till rasps out, not making any moves to lead you to that temporary yet euphoric height of pleasure for what would not be the first time tonight. in response, you nod. but you don't really know what you just agreed to, being too far gone to let many things procces in your mind. you're just agreeing in hopes that that's the best thing to do, and that till will resume his ministrations as soon as possible.

"then don't look away again," despite the hazy sensation engulfing your senses, it was surprisingly easy to pick up the whiny hint laced in till's tone. something he would have definitely gotten teased for, if you weren't desperately wishing that he would make you cum all over his fingers again.

the lack of a verbal response or any general reaction isn't taken negatively by till. instead, he continues — "this version of you.. i love it. you know i do. and i love being the only one to see it, but i want you to see it too."

"till—" you gasp. "i get it, just quit teasing me."

till was about to correct you, say that he isn't teasing you. he decides against doing so, humming in acknowledgement before finally, finally touching you again. he doesn't start off slow, the sheer roughness and vigor of his movements causes your body to jolt, unintentionally leaning into his touch.

it doesn't take long before you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, panting and whining while trying your hardest to not tear your gaze away from your bare form. your bare form that till is still eyeing persistently, watching each and every little move that you make, wether it be the way you arch your back off of his chest or the not—so—subtle grinding of your hips into his hand.

feeling yourself go limp in his arms, you close your eyes and try to regain at least a little bit more energy, considering how much of it seemed to drain with all of those consecutive orgasms.

a startled grunt is forced out of you the moment your chest hits the surface below you with a light thud. reopening your eyes, till's silhouette catches your eye in the mirror's reflection, curiously watching as he shifts around before realizing — he's done with making you come undone on his fingers, but now he wants to be inside of you in a different way.

[turtle-titan]

literally children need to stay in school and drink their milk!!! what does it say about the justice force if they’re encouraging kids to play hooky????? Absolutely Not, Michelangelo, You Are Going Home For A Good Night’s Sleep 😤 #StayInSchoolKids(TurtleTitanDoes!)

oh they adore it. he’s reread all the comics and knows the exact history. sometimes he mentions very obscure knowledge (as any superfan will) and they’re like “dude were you there??? just sneaking around????? how do you know that??????” and ofc he leans into it. “yes i was there. i’m a highly trained ninja! if i don’t want you to see me, you won’t.” he absolutely uses the break room to its fullest, sometimes just to get a break from his bros. the rest of the Force slowly starts using it more since, well, Michelangelo is there. might as well relax and chat. (side note i like to think all the turtles’ taste in TV is a bit retro (no access to new shiny TV) so the JF has the same taste because they’re all adults. nobody admits they wanna watch star trek with mikey. they’re all like “oh well…. i have exactly an hour to kill i s’pose.” mikey knows, though ;)

THEY PUT HIS DRAWINGS ON THE BREAK ROOM FRIDGE. YOU CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. they get so giddy whenever he draws them because it’s like the highest honor. “look, i got drawn by Michelangelo. i don’t see any doodles of you on the fridge, though.” (it’s all in good fun dw)

you are galaxy brained for this take. i’m putting my therapist oc into this fic no one can stop me.

ok but do you remember the wedding episode??? cuz the ENTIRE justice force was there. they’re mostly there to see their buddy, the maid of honor. i love april and casey but they hardly interacted with anyone on the JF (why was the entire Force there. like, April gave Sentry cookies at Christmas, but that’s it…?) UNLESS mikey asks and invites them. OF COURSE they’re going to his friends’ wedding! nobody ever invites superheroes to weddings since they think they won’t show :(

can we talk about how Nobody has Mikey’s number and actually called on Mikey to help him with a case

like. this is the in-universe equivalent of BATMAN. and he asked MIKEY for help.

[edanablack]

I had a dream, apparently, that the vocaloid song series Evillious Chronicles released another series of songs - but this one was humorous takes on the original storyline.

In the Servant of Evil song, the rewrite was that, for whatever reason, Len really wanted Rin's position as Princess (and her dress, more specifically). He put a long-running plan into action to take it, going on years, but once they got to be adults, Rin decided she didn't want him around anymore. Len, making an impassioned plea to stay, somehow ends up sleeping with the princess instead - and is ashamed of himself for ruining his own plan.

He decides to steal the dress anyway and run away, getting something out of this, but ends up running into a revolution of angry villagers and dies. Rin assumes he did this because he loved her, end of song.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[mydairpercabeth]

The warm lighting as Luke holds Percy at sword point because Percy trusts Luke. Luke would never hurt him.

Then Luke later betraying Percy in the very same woods and hurting him with the same sword as the lighting shifts to this ominous dark purple

i could write an essay on how the writers use lighting as a method of storytelling

[dzozef-art]

yes i am a control freak yes diavolo is my favourite villain

[casualavocados]

…It's nice. You're so noisy. […] Actually, it'd be better if we died together. That way, neither of us would have to suffer the pain of losing the other, right? Shut up.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13

[arcanegifs]

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

not entirely legal (1977) - l.p. leary

"lost in a fugue of penis delirium"

[locusfandomtime]

you can really tell the different audience demographics of Lifesteal vs Hermitcraft by the comment sections because the average spokeishere or whatever comment is like “LIKE THIS if you are a real Spoke fan!!! ❤️👊😎 if this comment gets 100 LIKES ill tell my mom to subscribe 🤪 who else is watching in 2028❓❓😂” whilst the average ethoslab comment is like “my wife is giving birth but this is more important”