#language anon

[pjsk-headcanons]

akito rlly likes the olympics and he watched the 2022 things with toya, and toya was really happy to see yuzuru hanyu because hes like. awesome. and akito got jealous and decided to try figure skating to impress toya and he’s very good at it now, he just needs to figure out how to tell toya “remember when you said yuzuru hanyu was amazing? well i actually learned how to skate because i wanted to impress you”

(no one knows about this other than ena, who teases him about it)

-language anon (i didnt disappear i just ran out of headcanon juices for a moment there)

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[atherix]

Hi! Back again

So there was indeed a different spoken language as well, does grian ever use it now? It been mentioned scar uses his own language and I’ve been curious on if grian would sometimes do the same? And if so when?

And could I go by language anon? If it’s not taken

Hello!! Sorry about the delay I got lazy <3

So Grian can speak Ancient Craftian, as it was of course THE language back then, but the Avians of Midnight Alley also used the language all Avians know- that's the chirping and trilling Grian often does to express emotions/try to communicate with the bird construct. Ancient Craftian was used in the Midnight Alley alongside this Avian language, and pretty much all of Grian's inner thoughts are in a mix between Ancient Craftian and Avian (which I'm tempted to call Birdsong lol), as modern Hermetian is still relatively new to him (in this life, at least). Out loud, he typically only vocalizes Avian as it's instinctive for him, but he's pretty good about not using Craftian after learning next to no one "outside of the Alley" knows it (which, of course, he thought it was just the language of the Alley, not an extinct language). If he happens to meet other Ancient Craftian speaking people though, he might start using it more :) Heck, even knowing now that Jimmy speaks it, if he wants to speak to Jimmy provately...

Of course, Grian might also start to teach it to people. Just cause.

Sure!! No one's taken that <3

[banesberry-anomoly]

I feel bad for asking…again same “language anon”, found out we have a artyom after the confirmation! Been here for a bit but was a “irl” which uhhhh leads me to also ask if at all possible if it’s normal to mistake headmates as “high level kins” or even “irls”?

Because with us there’s a lot of blur, a lot of co-con, co-front, we’re still very much questioning (at least osdd) and just, there’s a big chance some of our “irls” and very high-level ID kins might be headmates, like Artyom (his source from Metro 2033).

Has you, anyone else, etc experienced similar? Or am I just silly

Cheers!

- 🛰️

Hi again! :] Glad to see ya around

As for an answer to your question, yes this is entirely possible, and something that I would say is an integral part of the system experience. Us and a lot of systems we know have gone through a very similar thing.

And I would like to add on, that you can be both. You can have both that headmate and also have another person be kin of the same person. You can even have system wide Kins/IRLs/IDs! We have a few of those, one of collective IRLs being Alto Clef for. Obvious reasons ajkaakajadhskjs. Hell, I myself have my own kin list somewhere that I could probably dig up if ya wanted an example

Kintrojects are also a thing! Which is where you split someone based on a kin, hence the name

I hope this answers your questions, and like always, dont be afraid to send in asks if you need any more help :]

[theotherbuckley]

incorrect tweets pt 17/?

[retquits]

Im sorry if this is a dumb question but what does skeb style mean? ;n;

not dumb at all, it's a relatively new phenomenon that got its name from the japanese commission website, skeb!

the general concept of skeb is that you send an artist the character(s) you'd like drawn, and then let them have artistic liberty on how they illustrate that character (so no WIPs or revisions unless there's a mistake)!

the idea was really widely liked, so artists outside of japan also started adopting it with their own variations!

here's an illustrated crash-course:

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[loudclan-clangen]

So, here is the pitch:

AU where Siltsplash finds out they are pregnant around the same moon that Eklutna gives birth to the boys. (Rather than an AU where Owl doesn’t cheat because then we wouldn’t have Song, Dance, or Dash and that won’t do)

It makes the betrayal even worse because it’s even more pointless since they were going to give Owl an heir.

Anyway, meet Spindlekit

She will eventually go blind I imagine, but if Owlstar suggest she retire she tells him that he should retire for being old lmao.

Warrior name is open to suggestion

I love her and I’m so mad that she doesn’t exist now.

The fact that Song doesn’t have a little sister is a CRIME. This is what he was born to do.

Not only am I okay with it, I would love to see it!

You are so right, here's a flashback that was cut for time from Moon 28:

Erminepaw has had a crush on Songpaw since they were in the nursery together, he just never called attention to it. He honestly probably doesn't even register that it is a crush, he's doing that thing that kids do where they're like this is my best friend, of course I want to marry him that's how everyone feels about their best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary here! Just my best friend that I must be holding hands with at all times for best friend reasons!

Yes! This is Fox----, he has been causing problems since the literal day he was born. You've met both of his parents, but I would be a little bit surprised if you guessed them correctly. Parental drama is kinda part of his whole deal. He's one of the first 3rd generation cats born in Loudclan.

I have SO much advice, about the images, the recommended size is 1280 x 1920 pixels, that's always a little too short for my panels, so I try to aim for 1280 x 2000 - 3000. It still deteriorates them a little bit, but people can always click on them for better quality. Bigger text and variation in values also help for readability regardless of size. (value meaning how light or dark a color is. if you want something to stand out it's more important to change the value than it is to change the hue generally speaking.) As for grabbing attention, I would recommend making sure that the image you're trying to show is visible above the cut off for longer posts, posts with only text visible are a lot less likely to get interaction. That being said, the most important thing for the longevity of your blog is making sure that it's something you are doing for yourself. There's nothing wrong with liking when your posts get attention, but it's not likely to happen for a long while (I think moon 5 was the first time I got double digit likes which was three months after I started.) I appreciate all of the love that Loudclan gets now, but if I had started with that as the goal I never would have been able to reach the point of it happening. (I actually started posting Loudclan with the intention of proving to myself once and for all that posting art was not a viable endeavor for me, so... I'll consider that a successful failure!)

You CANNOT DO THIS to me anon- "the canadian city"- YOU MEAN JUNEAU? YOU MEAN THE CAPITAL OF ALASKA JUNEAU?!?! JUNEAU?!?! CANADIAN?!?! When I catch you anon- anon when I catch you-

Come here, anon. I just want to talk. I just want to have a word with you.

[payasita]

Have your Lamb and Narinder ever shared a kiss before? owo

sure

[oifaaa]

How to start drawing?

Well you start with picking up a pen and a bit of paper and then you just .. um ... wait hang on I think the archives have something about this

yeah here it is

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quite to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[pjsk-headcanons]

i had a dream that akito was speaking spanish at me and made me cry so 90% of this is based on that

ena:

wants to learn spanish

it’s too hard

she gave up

she picked up french

she likes french

she’s at conversation level in french but she still really wants to speak spanish

any time she tries to learn spanish she’s distraught and gives up

akito:

speaks mexican spanish

learned it out of spite of ena

toya is teaching him english

he teaches an spanish curse words

an:

knows how to swear fluently in 4+ languages

speaks B2 turkish

mizuki taught her a little arabic

toya:

Speaks (excluding canon) french, javanese, hebrew, mandarin, latin, korean, and german

his dad forced him to study langauges

despite this he still likes learning languages

he wishes he didn’t speak french because his father made him learn to impress his friends

people like hearing him speak french because his voice is nice so he keeps practicing

his dad made him learn german as a “backup plan” in case toya sucked that bad at classical music (germany has really good education)

he could tell you about all the countries where they speak all those languages (idk how to explain it. if you’re polylingual and/or are learning languages you’d understand)

kohane:

toya is teaching her german

duolingo gave her ptsd

she’s also learning polish

I’m 99.99% sure she doesn’t speak english canonically so now she speaks conversation level

she’s dabbled in western culture (from her gangster era or whatever it’s called because she started listening to rap)

she goes by a lot of neopronouns now btw

you’re welcome

-language anon

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[canisalbus]

The Hawaiian language doesn't attach gender to pronouns, but it does have a complex set of relational pronouns, so you can use a particular pronoun to note for example "all of us (except for that guy)"

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[pacificnorthwesterngothic]

Hello PNWG (and followers!) - Burning PDX question. I moved here recently and in many of the shops/restaurants the staff say “Welcome In!” when you enter.

To me this is weird phrasing (not just “welcome” or “hello” for example) and I’ve NEVER heard this phrase so frequently before in my life. Is this PDX specific? Is it new to the region in the last ten-ish years? Am I just hearing it all the time now that I’m paying attention? Also I should say I’m not mad about it. It’s delightful.

Hey, welcome in to the PNW! 😁

I hope our winter is treating you well.

Disclaimer: I have nothing other than anecdotal evidence to back this up.

I have mostly heard people reporting on the novelty of “welcome in” when they move to either the Midwest or the PNW. I have also seen people associate it with Starbucks which is, ofc, a Seattle chain whose employee handbook might have reflected those roots.

So here’s my theory…

The Midwest and PNW are two regions with a lot of Scandinavian settlement:

And how does one say “welcome” in Scandinavian languages?

Swedish: Välkommen

Norwegian: Velkommen

Danish: Velkommen

Icelandic: Velkomin

Faroese: Vælkomin

So my tin-hat theory is that formal/polite speech in these regions maybe has a Scandinavian influence. (German settlement is a possible wildcard factor.)

Formal/polite language tends to not change much over time. If Scandinavian words snuck into common usage because they looked like English, I imagine they could get fossilised as normal “polite” speech because 1.) no one expects formal speech to sound normal and, thus, 2.) no one tends to ask why or where formal language comes from.

Like, we all know “ma’am” having an apostrophe there means that something was shortened… but how many people on the street would immediately say, without hesitation, what the full form of that word is?

But that’s my crackpot theory. I’m excited to hear everyone else’s!

[touchyluffy]

part one

In the days it takes you to heal from your injuries, Luffy comes to your bedroom to sleep next to you every night. He does try, the night after the first, to sleep in his own bedroom but he can't. Usually sleep comes easy to him, especially after a long day of adventure but not now. He closes his eyes, trying to think of your wounds healing, your soft breathing, your warm hand holding his, but he can't fall asleep. He huffs in irritation and rises from his bed, sulking across the ship to knock on your bedroom door and opening it slowly. You put down your book, you were also struggling to sleep, and open the covers for him. You smile at each other as he excitedly hops into your bed.

And so it becomes routine for you two. Even as your injuries heal completely, as the sunsets and the crew walks off to their separate bedrooms, Luffy follows you into yours and you let him. It becomes normal to roll over in the middle of the night and snuggle into his warm body, to wake up in the morning with his arm wrapped around you, to feel him pull you closer in his sleep, to giggle at his sleep-talking, to hear your name in his mumblings. You offer to let him keep his toothbrush and some clothes in your room, he accepts.

Sleeping together becomes so routine that you have trouble sleeping without him. There were times when you two would be separated by a foe that Luffy challenged and each night you would stay awake staring at his side of the bed, worry clouding your mind and making it impossible to sleep and eventually when Luffy defeated the foe, he would be covered in bandages and it was your turn to listen to his soft, even breathing as he slept. There were times when you be working late into the night and he would come find you, curling up on the floor next to you to sleep in your presence until you eventually finish and drag him back to your bed so you can both sleep comfortably. There were times when you would get angry at him for putting the crew in danger with his recklessness and you'd slammed your bedroom door in his face and toss and turn, your anger at him turning into desperation for him to just come to bed already, eventually you get up to find him and as you open your bedroom door, Luffy's sleeping frame falls on your legs. He'd been sleeping against your door. Smiling you pull his rubbery body into bed and cuddle up next to him, his heartbeat your lullaby. He smiles in his sleep and his arms come up around you. Whenever he's missing his hat or sandals, you find them by your bed.

This new routine of you and your captain sleeping together left your other crewmates with their mouths on the floor several times. They still hadn't gotten used to you two waving goodnight and walking into the same bedroom. When they would ask, you tried to explain but there really wasn't anything to explain. You and their captain couldn't sleep unless you slept together. That's all, why do they always stare at you in such surprise when you say that? Their shocked faces didn't discourage you both into cuddling up to each other at night, finding relaxation, warmth, safety, and comfort in each others arms. What was once your space becomes "our bedroom", "our closet", "our bathroom".

[eesirachs]

references for reading and studying the hebrew bible (named the old testament for some, the tanakh for others)—

biblegateway makes available most translations. ethical, responsible versions used in academia include the nrsvue (here with commentary) and the jps (here, on sefaria, with hebrew notations). software like accordance is helpful for those familiar with languages.

on languages—here is more on learning biblical hebrew. here are my recs on hittite, sumerian, akkadian (huehnergard, caplice), ugaritic, and aramaic.

holding the narrative alongside introductory material is meaningful—here is a list of many, and here is the book assigned in most syllabi.

finally, oxford offers entries on heuristics and methods that might help move religious study further in meaning. here are recs for my method

[hungharrington]

have you ever thought about sixty-nine with steve

vibrating out of my SKIN oh my GOD anon how are you the first person to bring this up on this blog dear GOD let’s remedy that right away - lil baby blurb, afab!reader, MDNI this entire blog is 18+

The amber hue of the streetlight folds through the window, scattering across the bed in a shimmer of light. The scent of sex fills the air, swirling, clinging to your skin and Steve’s alike. It’s warm and there’s a moan in your throat and a weight on your tongue. 

You’re drooling on his cock, rivulets of spit that trace down to bury themselves into the thick thatch of hair at the base. Steve’s so worked up that his cock is leaking in your mouth — but he always is when he gets his face between your thighs.

It’s maddening to try do both; give as well as you can take. Your hips, though they have a mind of their own, are caged in by Steve’s strong arms. The corded muscles in them strain when he gasps, all raspy and groany as you kitten-lick over the head of his cock. His arms bulge as he pulls your cunt closer to his hungry mouth. 

“Fuck,” he utters, inhaling the scent of your slick before he dives back in. His tongue is swirling, teasing, driving all sort of unholy noises out of your mouth as he fucks into your little hole — just to feel how it feels when you clench around it. His hand sneaks down and his thumb finds your clit.

Your moan reverberates down his cock, your eyes fluttering and hips canting backwards. You pull off him with a heavy pant, mouth still drenched in your own spit. 

“Not fair,” You pout and whine, all while you drive your hips back. Steve’s still sucking at your folds, licking and fucking your little hole. His thumb doesn’t slow— in fact, it speeds up, rubbing perfect tight little circles. You mewl. “Not— s’not fair, you— ah- that’s not—“ 

You complaint disappears as the pleasurable buzz on your clit caused by his thumb reaches another level. Your body floods with heat, another gush of wetness leaking from your hole— you moan pitifully. Suddenly, not having him in your mouth seems torturous. 

You sink down on his cock, letting the length of him fill your mouth. Steve doesn’t even pause, just lets his low moan vibrate against you. You twitch. The weight of him on your tongue feels deliriously good and as your hand creeps down to fondle his balls, you think, two can play that game, baby. 

Steve keens, his hips pressing up as he finally pulls back from your cunt to whimper loudly. His cock presses further into your mouth and you dutifully take it, swallowing and hollowing your cheeks. Steve whines, his moans coming babbling out. “Aw fuck, fuck, fuck, baby- shit!” 

His hands on your thighs tighten, the half moons of his nails indenting in his pleasure. You squeeze his balls again, rolling them in your hand and scratching at his thigh with you other hand. Not a moment later you taste him, ropes of cum spurting from his tip and coating your tongue. It’s messy— globs of spit and cum rolling down the side of his cock as it twitches and aches, Steve halted in his motions. For a minute, he can’t do anything other than whimper and shake and fall apart under your skilful tongue. 

It’s only when you let him slip from your mouth, spent and panting, do his hands grip your hips tighter. You can tell that beating him to the punch, dragging his orgasm out first, has turned up the dial of his competitiveness. 

“Sit up, honey,” He orders, his gentle hands tugging on your skin to urge you up. You brace your hands on his thighs, wobbly and hesitant. Steve wipes all that from your mind in a moment, his hands pulling you back and down onto his face. “C’mon, come sit on my face so I can make my pretty baby cum.”