#like he’d enjoy it So Much ough

[hopecomesbacktolife]

I’m absolutely convinced that Julian Bashir would love Agent Carter, and if there was a holoprogram of it, it would be one of his favorites

[machveil]

What do you HC König to look like under the hood?

..this is for scientific reasons , nothing nefarious going on here 👀👀

okay, so I have some Fun Thoughts, might get angsty (?), but overall we’re grooving🎀✨

CW: mention of a gun misfiring + shrapnel, past injury

[big sigh] crooked roman nose, and he’s got a big nose. I know it in my heart. very pronounced, his nose bridge is defined, but I’m a whore for a good crooked nose and I just. I know he has one, look away from me. as much as König is anxious over his physical appearance, I don’t think he hates his nose in particular or anything - like, yeah, it’s busted and another thing someone could stare at or whisper about, but it’s the least of his personal concerns. could he have it fixed? absolutely, he has the cash for it, but I think his mindset is ‘this could get broken again, why bother’

I don’t know, I just see him and I picture this man has a honkin’ nose

sad, wet König has sad, wet eyes. we know those baby blues anywhere, them icy eyes, but I think they’re always a little wet. he’s just one of those people who’s eyes always look a little glossy even when he’s not feeling any particularly strong emotion. he could be brushing his teeth and his eyes look wet

also, with his eyes in mind, he’s got long eyelashes. just a brief mention because, not that he cries regularly - far from it, but when he does? miserable little meow meow, he’s got big, fat tears clumping to his eyelashes as he sniffles (very snotty, sorry) and sobs (choked and broken, again, very sorry)

oh baby, man has thick, slightly upturned eyebrows. for as fearsome and intimidating as the Colonel is, he has resting miserable face. his eyebrows are thick, a couple stragglers that are longer than the rest (old man eyebrow moment). they naturally look like he’s knitting his eyebrows, even when his face is resting. he actually looks so pitiful and miserable when he actually furrows his brows, just a dramatic upturn

he’s ginger. in my head, he’s ginger. as much as I love hearing König with different hair colors, he’s got long, luscious copper hair to me. now, I’m not saying my personal opinion is objectively correct, but I have three photos that I want you to look at because please. please imagine sad, wet König with copper hair for me (picture one, picture two, and picture three). I’m a ginger König truther, I just have to put it out here

also, you heard me right. long hair. gorgeous, long locks of hair. let me paint you a picture, and by paint you a picture I mean here’s another Pinterest link. please! big, muscular man, the back of a Greek statue, and he has his pretty copper hair braided? ough, fucking manifesting him. and he has a lot of hair, it’s thick. he can’t be bothered to always brush it - can you imagine this behemoth of a man with the worst bed head ever? knots and matted down clumps of hair, stray strands poking out every which way - and when the sun hits his hair it looks a little more on the blonde side. I just think he’d be so pretty with copper hair guys, have I won someone over? do you believe me and my ginger König propaganda?

freckles!! as much as I love König having freckles, I don’t think he’d enjoy having them. and they’re not just under his hood, mind you, man is covered in them from head to toe. while his face is definitely coated in them, I think his shoulders and upper back got hit the hardest with them, also his arms, but more so his biceps. again, absolutely covered in them, but those areas are slammed with them

back to his face, he’s plastered. chin to forehead, ears dotted with some too. as an adult no one really comments on them because he wears the hood, very few actually know what he looks like, but as a kid? maybe it’s because he’s so heavily freckled, but that was a sore point that kids poked fun at him for. he’s carried that with him into adulthood, sometimes he’ll wear a balaclava around the house when he feels particularly bad about it - but even then, he still sees the freckles around his eyes

okay, so, firm believer he has facial scars, right? but I don’t think they’re from deployments or anything in the field, I think they’re from when he was a rookie. I saw one (1) post about it and it’ll live in my head forever (I wish I saved it, it was a recommended post on my feed that vanished). König has facial scars from shrapnel. this is really early König I’m talking about, predeceasing the balaclava and sniper hood. either his own gun or someone’s training next to him (I lean towards another rookie, I eat up the angst of it being something that was out of his control, don’t mind me), but there was a misfire and shrapnel got his face

I think prior to the misfire he still had a couple nicks and smaller scars from his childhood on his face. maybe a kid pushed him a little too hard and a piece of gravel got him or something. but this? granted, it was a total accident, but it shatters his heart. everything heals up fine, luckily it missed his eye, but half his face is scarred over in various spots - short and long streaks, rough skin covering where freckles had been

present day, as much as he hides his face for the sake of his identity, I think the main contributor are his scars. since that accident he’s gotten a few more minor scars to his face, mostly faded and barely visible, but the shrapnel scars are what he’s really hiding

I think his lips are on the thinner side, quite chapped too. in the same vein, I’ll also mention his teeth - König has nice white teeth, they’re just a little crooked. obviously, he’s very smoochable, got some kissable lips. he likes to joke about how, because his teeth aren’t perfect, he’d be easy to recognize by his dental records. he finds this very amusing

I think those are all my current thoughts on what he looks like! uuh, optional opinion I go back and forth on is him having stubble. I like to think he keeps clean shaven a majority of the time, but sometimes he’ll let his stubble grow out. sorry König beard truthers, I cannot get on board that train

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R u requests still on? If so- Can I please request a rich male yandere(ur choice:)) W an innocent reader who’s js way to spoiled with daddy and mommy’s money? (Nsfw please?) (ps I love ur fanfics- i always re-read like 3-4 of ur fanfics daily🤭🎀

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Now, he has dealings with a spoilt lover, take his husband for example. You however - were on another level when it came to just how spoilt rotten you were. Jìngyí came from a wealthy family. He’d assumed there wouldn’t be much change. . . you were something else.

For the most part he finds you amusing. When you huff at him for not getting something you want. Or poke and plead when he won’t give it to you anyway. There is one thing you will learn over time — he’s immune to your whining and huffiness. He’s always loved a brat — if anything, you are merely indulging him.

But that’s not the only thing. Your poor little self is innocent on top of everything too. What a wonderful thing to dangle over your head and whip you back into place with. Jìngyí’s eyes practically shine whenever he’s yanking you over his knee and tearing your bottoms down with that deep, crooning voice of yours questioning - “Oh, does my darling want attention? Is that why you are acting out? Poor, poor sweetheart.”

Jìngyí will never give you what you want. Especially when you’re clinging onto his clothes and jerking his office chair with your needy little bounces on his cock. He’ll simply continue his paperwork as you cry into his ear all needy. Only good darlings get what they want.

He’s definitely not making your spoilt nature any better. Why should he? He loves his sweet brat. So he’ll spoil you just as much, with clothes and trinkets and all of your heart’s desires. All so that he can have you down on your knees and choking on his dick with your pretty, teary eyes. All so he can cream your throat and watch your splutter. Grip your jaw when you inevitably waste. “Come now. Is that how you repay me, sweetheart? Tsk tsk, try again.”

Adores whenever you start acting out to him specifically. He’ll let you continue on your tantrum with attitude. Snaps and eyerolls until at last his own golden gaze cuts down to you. Slitted pupils constrict and eyelids hang half-lidded. An arch of his brow, a tilt of his head. “Watch it.” It’s small, low, before he’s turning back to his work and enjoying the silence that washes over the room.

He’s the kind of lover that will let you get away with murder. Once, twice, a few dozen times. Lets it pile on your name so that he can fling you onto bed and pound your bratty little hole until you’re hiccupping and stuttering apologies. With your pathetic teary eyes and quivering hips stained in his spanks.

“What’s that, my dear? Sorry? Mhhm? Oh I know. I knnoowww sweet thing. Now said it again. Ah-ah - now louder.”

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[konpeitonom]

Hi I’m the OP who requested the recovered Curly hcs and I LOVE THEM SM!!! It’s so cute how clingy he became and how he tried to make amends for his inaction he absolutely would!!! There needs to be more love for disabled characters ✨✨✨✨

I’m going to take you up on your offer for a first time meeting after his recovery if you don’t mind your writing is so lovely!!! Maybe something about them meeting and their first date

Also age gap…40s/middle aged curly and late 20s reader… middle aged men save me ough

first meeting/dating recovered grant curly.

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; hi anon! this has been sitting at the bottom of my inbox. just decided to work my way up. sorry this is late haha i hope you enjoy nonetheless. writing for recovered curly is very, very fun. i’ll admit that.

— i think id take him a couple years, closer to a decade, to start dating again! he doesn’t wanna burden anyone with his emotional state, so he’d wanna make sure he’s okay and happy before doing so.

— i like to think you guys met naturally. no dating apps, he’s too old for that. perhaps you guys frequent the same hospital, like you have an older relative there you see from time to time. whatever it is, he managed to land a date!

— he’d be so nervous! not in an insecure way, but in a, “it’s been a long time since i’ve done something like this.. i can’t mess it up.”

— he’d want to talk to you, get to know you just a little more than average before asking you out. yes, he’d ask you out. he wouldn’t be offended if you asked him out (and he’d actually appreciate it a ton) but he’s the guy! he’s supposed to be courting you.

— he’s traditional, so maybe a coffee shop- or lunch out. or in people-pleasing curlys case; whatever you wanted to do! even a walk in the park would suffice. and of course he’d always grab the check.

— he’s the type to ask very important questions on a first date. he never wants to waste anyone’s time, or waste his as well. like, what’s it you’re looking for? what do you value? just stuff like that. but only if the mood calls for if, if the date is very, very casual- then he’d bring it up later.

— he’d also ask you if you’re okay with how he looks. again, he isn’t insecure, but he understands the culture we live in.. but he’s certain you don’t mind, since you’re literally on a date together..

— would insist on taking you home, to make sure you get home safe. that’s a man’s job after all. he’d wait for you to walk in, and even then just wait a tinsy bit longer to make sure you’re 100% okay.

— he’d text you the morning after to make sure you slept well, ask you how you felt about the date and such. he’d ask for a second if you give a good response. this time something less formal, like maybe at a garden nearby- or at a bookstore.

— i think he’s really, really into books. he’d be so happy if you read anything he recommended. he’s a considerate man, so all your preferences would be taken into account.

— kisses on the cheek, or on the hands.. he’s a very sweet guy. won’t be so touchy if you resist in any way, but if you allow him, he’ll be all over you.. loves holding your hand! wouldn’t be afraid to initiate it first.

— he would send roses/your favorite flowers to your workplace! maybe a bit early on, when you start dating. he’s a very romantic man, and he isn’t afraid to show you that.

— he’s very particular about sending flowers. would understand flower meanings and everything! classic roses is always a good pick, but further on he’d move onto other things. like red carnations for when you’re on a business trip of some sorts.

— first kiss on the lips would be, a bit emotional for him, maybe? it’s been a long while since he’s done any of that, really, so the fact he can experience what love feels like again at such an older age? he feels lucky, very lucky.

— of course a fancy dinner date would come much sooner rather than later. would do many things to see you in a fancy dress, eating nice food. he’d feel so proud to be seen with you, how pretty you are.. and he can’t wait to spoil you for the rest of his days.

[cedarwoodtears]

anything u wanna say abt until dawn?? it can be hcs, theories, whatever comes to ur mind :)

not to be creepy but i wanna hear you yap abt until dawn 😭

HI ANON so sorry im sick so i slept in. its not creepy at all dont worry hehe ill gladly talk about this stupid game all day!!! honestly its all gonna be random hcs not much correlation whatsoever

• mike is NOT a gamer. especially fighting games oh lord as much as he tries he just cannot. he’s like a permanent noob. i fear even a 90 year old grandma can match his level…doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy those games! just that he sucks at it. whenever he plays with chris or josh it’s like watching a murder unfold infront of your eyes….it’s brutal. but i mean hey with having two amputated fingers you can’t blame him. he’s surprisingly good at rhythm games though. when you think of mike i doubt you think of osu or pjsk but god DAMN he’s weirdly good.

• chris is everyone’s go-to tech support guy. your phone is being slow? your computer isn’t working? can’t figure out where your file went? just ask and he will 99.99% of the time help fix it. not before teasingly calling them old teehee he tries to explain how to prevent it from happening again but he uses all these technical mumbo jumbo terms it flies over most peoples heads. mike likes hearing chris ramble about all that though, even if he doesn’t understand it he thinks it’s adorable…(chris x mike is REAL ITS REAL!!! still calls him a dork though. always he always will. because it’s true and mike loves him for it.)

• i ideally imagine sam’s room to be the MOST comfortable place on earth. like there’s always some candle going, cute little plants everywhere, warm tones, fairy lighting, fuzzy blankets, like it’s just a room you’d feel so safe in!!! and oh my god does she always have the best snacks. movie nights at her house go CRAZYY it’s literally the ideal spot. the gang get together every so often and have them, but sam really goes all out with the snacks and drinks and decor!! josh gets a $5 entry fee just because hes josh hehe (not really but i like to imagine josh is always like “i owe you one!” when it ends..he pays in kisses and cuddles)

• jessmatt is REAL their potential relationship dynamic is so cute!!! i feel like mike is definitely not the right guy for her, matt is more mellow which imo suits her better. him and emily are cute but….idk. all i know is matt would be an absolute sweetheart to jess, like he’d spend hours looking for perfects gifts for her and remind her of how beautiful she is inside and out constantly….always admiring her and hyping her up whenever she gets insecure….i can’t sobs she’s just as sweet back to him. jess isn’t that into sports but you best believe she will ALWAYS cheer him on in football (sometimes matt gets embarrassed from how loud she does…..) and she always has some little treat for him after he wins.

• ashley having such a creative and talented mind…not only can she write, she loves pottery and painting and occasionally knitting…everyone has a handmade gift from ash somewhere in their house. and it’s not like a quick little thing no she takes her TIME!!! and it always comes in a box with a pink bow and a heartfelt note attached to it!! she is just so babygirl. always so thoughtful and imaginative her room is full of posters and her own art and it’s all so colorful and BEAUTIFUL!!!! and oh so humble she tends to downplay her skill like girl you just wrote the most gut-wrenchingly divine well-thought out absolutely incredible piece of fiction and she’s like “it’s not the best 😓” and everyone is like “ash what the hell do you mean this is the best thing i’ve EVER read”

• josh and sam….ough….ough my heart💔❤️💔❤️……as much as sam was traumatized and by everything that went down and is still somewhat hurt by his actions, she’s still there for josh. still holds him close and comforts him, still tells him it’s all going to be okay, still lets him know he’s loved, still kisses his forehead and runs her fingers lovingly through his hair….sobs so loudly AHHH!! of course they’re still pranksters to each other. the amount of dumb pranks josh pulls on her nothing is safe hehe he’s always scheming. his favorite is the whoopee coushin because it’s so dumb and incredibly unfunny it actually physically pains her while he’s laughing his ass off fucking in HYSTERICS over how unamused she is…little does he know sam’s got some tricks up her sleeve too…

• emily’s closet is UNMATCHED!!! her habit of spending ridiculous amounts of money on clothes has only furthered but no one can lie she is just…amazing with dressing. she loves going clothes shopping with the girls and somehow always manages to find something that they all love!! she’ll help the guys too but….eh…..not really her cup of tea (men’s fashion that is). she’s made up with jess and they’re friends now, but emily will always stay emily and make her sharp, witty comments about everyone and everything teehee. she is so caring and kind deep down though, and an even better friend to get advice from!! just don’t ask her how to save money better ahem she can’t help with that 😅

• also mike went back and got wolfie. they’re best friends mike has hundreds of photos of him literally just sitting. being cute. half his posts on instagram are wolfie. he has so many damn nicknames for that wolf it’s crazy he’s already forgotten like half of them. wolfie could literally tear apart his house and after awhile of him being mad he’d be like “but he’s so cute….i can’t stay mad at you bud who’s a good boy” mike your couch is unrecognizable he is NOT a good boy for that 😭❌🙅‍♂️

[millidew]

random list of v3 opinions after experiencing all that again:

the death road of despair segment is the pre-trial highlight of ch1. so damn good. just a perfect microcosm of the game and kaede's flaws and conflicts

maki is funnier than i remember. but she’s at her funniest when she hits shuichi with a devastating insult, usually completely unprompted

ouma and maki parallels and foiling forever and ever. they HAAATE each other. but also it’d be cool to see them get along. the whole point is that they don’t see through the other and believe the other’s lies but still

maki saying she’ll work hard to make people trust her and her talent and that she wants to survive with everyone…ough…

ouma is so mad. he wishes that were him. also that moment where everyone ignores him and tries to comfort kaito after gonta's execution. he also wishes that were him but unfortunately he's been an asshole to everyone and no one likes him so

the only way i can enjoy saio/uma is one sided ouma->shuichi where shuichi is just not invested in the cop/robber dynamic ouma wants at all. it’s funnier this way + saimota inspires a visceral upset within him. he NEEDS to fumble both kaede and shuichi.

on that note i’ve been hcing ouma as bisexual for years partially out of spite

kaito’s obnoxious charm can’t be ignored. if you think you’ve successfully done it, it means it’s just entered an asymptomatic form. it'll hit you soon enough

ch2 pre-execution >>> KIRA BUCKLAND THE VOICE ACTRESS THAT YOU ARE. EVERYONE WONDERING IF THEY MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE BY VOTING FOR KIRUMI. KAITO GOING “IDC I WANT TO LIVE, OUR LIVES ARE IMPORTANT TOO!” KIRUMI INSULTING OUMA <3 EVERYONE CHEERING FOR KIRUMI TO RUN!!! TO LIVE!!!!!!!! GAHHHH SO COOL

kaito and himiko just blatantly lying through their teeth during their ftes. the liars who suppress their true problemsssss. also him shouting that he is NOT GIVING HER A PIGGY BACK RIDE!!! EVAR!!!!! is so funny

himiko I LOVE YOUUUUU. i love her getting overly familiar with people post-development and just accidentally completely overstepping boundaries by insulting kiibo and calling maki "maki roll." she's trying so hard you guys

KAITO IS SO FUCKING DRAMATIC. HE SHOULD’VE BEEN THE MALE LEAD IN A HIGH-SCHOOL THEATRE PRODUCTION AND ANNOYED EVERYONE IN THE CREW!!!! STOP BOTHERING MAKI SHE HAS A POWER DRILL

shuichi and maki doing sit ups and the camera slowly panning to show kaito laying there hands behind his head saying his usual bullshit is one of the funniest moments of the game

tenko and himiko agree that shuichi should transition into a woman. this is true.

I don’t accept tenko slander unless it’s specifically about her obsessiveness over himiko in ch1-2 in which case I can’t defend her

if kaito shaved he’d look 13. for this reason he is legally not allowed to do that.

tsumugi and the background of v3 are SO GOOD. ABSOLUTE PEAK. in execution there are lots of weak points but after thh, sdr2, udg, and the anime series, tell me a meta story about consumption, lies, and depression that ends with the cameos from entire main games’ previous casts doesn’t go hard

don’t deny that tsumugi loved her little ocs. do you not enjoy torturing your blorbos, putting them into situations, and giving them nice things just to take those away?? shipping them and dressing them up??? making silly aus (salmon mode, utdp, arguably dr:s)?

i just wish the writers utilized her more bc i love that so much. she should've wanted to get to get more involved with everyone (giddily see her ocs up close). she should've made even more thh/srdr2 references. players assume the writers are making for cheap nostalgia points, and they are, but it's true in-universe too...she should've been so overconfident that she'd get sloppy with the situational irony... tsumugi you little freak ily

she and rantaro were 100% s52's survivors and you can pry this from my cold dead hands. her dr fangirl self can be her pre-game personality

speaking of pre-game personalities, pre-game content is at best boring to me. how they write ouma is my litmus test. if he's not enough of a nuisance, just in a different way, then it's gotta go

maki is down for a training trio polycule, shuichi is in denial about everything and fears becoming an awkward third wheel, and kaito has been trying unsuccessfully to wink-wink nudge-nudge shuichi and maki into “realizing their feelings for each other” for ages

i still think maki should have short hair. initially I thought just shorter pigtails would be ok but I’m now in the firm camp of a pixie cut with one of her scrunchies on her wrist, with her orphanage-age flashback self maintaining the pigtails. she had to cut them off for practicality’s sake but one of her hidden desires is to be able to regrow it one day. another show of her loss of identity and past life, and how every aspect of her is controlled? such a simple desire at first glance but because hair is such a simple show of autonomy…even more tragic… maybe her doomed childhood friend yuri used to do her hair …hrm…

ultimates are public, influential figures. maki’s had to assassinate friends before (rip her yakuza friend that I didn’t know she had up until recently). maki went back to being an assassin in utdp after graduating. the hope’s peak class roster MIGHT just be a hit list

for someone who includes miu in her top 3 I haven’t talked about her at all huh. it’s been maki central up in here

miu is AWFUL but when her jokes hit, they hit good and hard just like she’d want them to. she’s completely insufferable and deserves to hit ouma (also insufferable) with 3000 hammers. kiibo too but he wouldn’t want to

look just because ouma said he was doing everything for a good reason, do NOT forget that at his core he is a little dipshit. he’s a JERK!!!

brief dip into maki time again. one of my favorite aus is that maki’s doomed childhood friend is actually miu. i'll expand on this in another post

once again: drv3 and rgu are shaking hands about exiting the narrative and the follies of playing hero. read my utenanthy!kaemugi post

v3 is FARRRR from a masterpiece, but it's a solid and fitting Ending to the main games, plus it's got an insane cast with infinite dynamics and a premise which i love to bits <33 and it was the game that got me into dr, so it'll always be special in my heart. also kaito momota luminary of the stars debuted in it which gives it 5/5 stars

[twodiamondhoes]

Ough hell yes ranchers + an arcade perhaps something silly like that

Hi Worm!!! this one possessed me I fear. It is technically over 500 words, but it is less than 600 words, so I'm counting it, because I kept wanting to just write a full indie-film summer romance style... thing instead of a 500-word drabble. This one was such trouble because I could have genuinely made it into something so much bigger and resisting that temptation was IMMENSELY difficult.

Enjoy! <3

The door swung open, letting a sliver of setting sunlight shine past the film covering the windows. Tango glanced up at the convex mirror above his machine and grinned. He ignored the cry of despair from the kid who had been watching him play for the past twenty minutes while he tried not to stare at the clock, and let his fingers slip off the controls.

He wove his way through the maze of machines, darting through the crowd with the ease of familiarity and practice. He broke through the edge of the crowd, where the machines ended and the carpet changed to patterned linoleum. The pinging of arcade machines faded in favor of the murmur of voices and shouting from the kitchen.

Jimmy stood at the periphery of it all, glancing around the room like it overwhelmed him. Maybe it did. Maybe Tango was one of the lucky few who found this level of noise and chaos relaxing instead of infuriating, but he loved it all the same.

“You made it!” he cried. Jimmy’s face lit up, and Tango wondered why he’d ever been worried.

He shoved down the flutter of nerves in his chest and hooked an arm around Jimmy’s shoulder, pulling him down to his level.

“Tango!” Jimmy cried, a laugh in his voice.

“Welcome, welcome!” Tango said forcing extra cheer into the words as he tried not to get distracted by his own foolishness at pulling Jimmy so close to him. If he turned his head fifteen degrees, he’d be able to see where Jimmy’s cheek dimpled. “Your first proper arcade experience,” he mused, “where do you want to start?”

“Um,” Jimmy said, sounding distracted. Tango couldn’t blame him. It was a lot to take in. “What’s your favorite thing here?”

Tango swallowed the urge to say something sappy, like “you, now,” but the urge was there. Instead, he turned them back towards the maze he’d come from.

“I hope you’re ready to lose, man, because I am not going easy on you.”

“Aw,” Jimmy moaned, “but it’s my first time!”

Tango sputtered out a laugh and wondered if Jimmy could feel his cheeks burning this close. Out of self-preservation, or maybe just plain bad judgment, Tango let Jimmy go, though his hand lingered on Jimmy’s shoulder a moment longer than it needed to.

“Two words for you: beginner’s luck. I’m not about to let my guard down around you. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, here.”

“Oh yeah, tough guy?” Jimmy asked, turning to look at him properly. There was a grin on his face that Tango had never seen before, but that he’d like to see again. It was sharp. Confident in a way Jimmy usually didn’t get to be. “Tell you what, you name the game, and I’ll make you eat your words.”

“What do I get if I win?” Tango asked, because he couldn’t help himself.

“Your reputation,” Jimmy said simply. There was something in his eyes that reminded Tango of a shark. “Obviously. The real question is: what do I get if I win?”

“My undying admiration?” Tango offered, a little breathless. It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was the safest option. Jimmy’s lips quirked, like he knew it.

“It’ll do, for a start.” Jimmy gestured out towards the maze that Tango knew like a second home, and Tango pretended as he passed that it was the thrill of the challenge that had his heart pounding in his chest.

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imagining period comfort from toji geto or sukuna because we deserve that bbg 😔

they're all so warm and heavy so hugs and cuddles would be soo 😩

getos rly rly good at cooking/baking so he'd make you anything you're craving he'd bake us cookies because that's what i want rn and i tried baking them and failed miserably

toji wouldn't be caught admitting it EVER (actually i think if he was rly in love he would very much be a "yes and🤨" type of guy when anyone asks abt you two like yes my woman bullies me what's your point??? dygwim i hope you do cuz it's so real in my head) that he'd go out of his way to get you anything your craving (his broke ass would even pay for a change) like go across town to get you smth you wanted

and sukuna would be softer than he normally is and he's normally rly rly soft with you but he'd be even softer :(((( and he'd watch your favourite movies with you without complaining (he actually enjoys them but would never admit it but he doesn't have to because dw bbg we know 😔)

AND THEYD ALL SPEAK TO UPU SO KINFLY AND SWEETLY AND UGHH THEY HAVDD ED SUCH SEXY VOICES and play with your hair with their big heavy sexy hands and and

(also am i the only one who gets strangely gorny sometimes during my period or is that normal????)

THAT WOULD BE ALL THANK YOU LOVELY IM GONNA GO CRY NOW

-🕯️

need period comfort so bad bc i just came on mine ugh 😪😪😪. struggling fr

HUGS WITH TOJIIIII. i just know he gives the best hugs. he’s so beefy n soft. sukuna too, imagine hugging true form sukuna, all his arms wrapped around us :’))) omg !!!! i can see geto as a good baker actually,

awwww toji’s so adorable. such a softie at heart. HIM PAYING FOR CHANGE STOP ITTTT. so considerate, we love him

ur so right ab sukuna 😞 he’d put up with our cheesy romcoms if we wanna watch that all day despite how it annoys him. he’ll make fun of the dumb main characters n stupid plots but put up with it bc he loves us </3 UR RIGHT AB HIM SECRETLY ENJOYING IT.

ur right 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ the voices ough. no bestie that’s me too !!! whenever im ovulating i feel like an ANIMAL it’s crazy. like smth is in the air idk. thankfully mine lasts a few days but ugh

[chris-continues]

i am. so hopelessly in love with knives. hes so pretty and i want to hold hands and kiss maybe… so i was wondering if you could write some uncanny knives relationship HC’s ? i love him very much. (and thank you for listening to my insane ramblings)

OUGH YES of course anon :> tysm for sending this ask! Feel free to send as many as you’d like, I love any ideas from anyone hehe.

Tags: @lune010 @knivesdears1nner @beanibon

This is an imagine so it’s just my jumbled thoughts thrown together, also:

TW: GORE, INHUMAN BODILY FEATURES AND SLIGHT GORE!! (This is uncanny/monstrous knives so… duh. But Yk) AND CREEPY BEHAVIOR

Uncanny knives finds joy in terrifying humans. Of course, you’re hideously down bad (cough, the monster lover tag you follow. You know who you are), and manage to enjoy him even more. It’s annoying when he’s been trying to shake you for a few weeks now, about a month, but he’s grown to.. tolerate your presence. You both have grown into some sort of companionship.

You’ve never touched him before, but when he was initially trying to scare you, he tore his jaw open, unhinging it to show off his rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth and inhumanly long tongue. You could feel his breath against you, somehow cold and fanning along your cheeks. Your pupils dilated, and of course he noticed this.

Strange. You were perhaps stranger than he was.

That was the closest the two of you had gotten. Nowadays, when you go to visit him in the strangely abandoned building, he’ll lead you into the woods or stay in the warehouse. Either way, you follow him in amusement. As of late, you’d taken to giving him gifts- such as little trinkets you’d found that you thought he’d like. A small succulent, (which he waters and cares for, though he doesn’t note such a thing. You’ve noticed that it hasn’t died yet.. so), or a blanket for him. He must get cold, right? Maybe? (He doesn’t, really, but he keeps in tucked away anyways when he misses your smell).

One night though, you find yourself too tired to drive home. He notices this, and he think he recalls Vash (who had gone out into town more than he had) said it was unsafe for humans to drive when sleepy. So he made you stay.

“You can’t drive like that,” he scoffs, “I figured you weren’t that foolish.”

You end up falling asleep on the floor, and when you wake..

There’s the blanket you gave him, draped over you. He watches you sleep from the corner, guarding you silently.

[kanekoii]

hi! :3 FIRST OF ALLLL I just recently found u andWHAT THE HECKYYYY I love love love your fics, THEY ARE AWESOMEEEEE!!!!! Thank u soo much for being one of the BEST writers on Tumblr!!!!! I'm not sure if you currently do requests (if not just ignore this':D)

But could you do an Ike Eveland x gn!reader with a lot of cuddling and hugs

I hope you're currently doing well with all the mini stuff going on!!!!!! Please take care!!!

mika’s notes -> ough i’m still so not used to the amount of support i’ve gotten for my writing :cryign: but feel free to join the silly discord if you wanna be part of the Kanemmunity (i just came up with that rn)

pairing -> ike eveland x gn! reader

genre -> so much sweet fluff it’ll rot your teeth

song -> pink cheeks - eldon (is it obvious yet that i love this song?)

warnings -> sink the yacht, lowercase intended

when the last thing he wants to do is leave your side, dates with ike consist mostly of him just always wrapped around you in one way or another. one arm around your shoulder or waist, maybe holding hands, or it could be his arms around your shoulders resting his head on top of yours and awkwardly toddling around behind you.

ike doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would really enjoy physical affection much, but behind closed doors, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. it’s just how he shows his undying love for you!

before he had expressed his feelings for you, every conversation felt like another step in an endless staircase. at the top of that proverbial staircase was your love and affection, and it really did seem endless until he blurted it out one day without thinking about the possible consequences that might arise from his careless expression of love. making the plan for a date was scary at first, but he came to enjoy just even talking about all the places he’d take you, even if those daydreams never came to fruition.

he’d want to understand the inner workings of your mind, just wanting to know how you think and how different things will make you feel.

and that brings us to now, when you and him were on a simple coffee shop date. the atmosphere was bright, yet tranquil with the warm sunlight shining through the windows. it managed to add to the warm coffee shop and contrasted the brisk and cold air outside perfectly. ike couldn’t help but admire the way you looked as you sipped- or chugged- your drink of choice. everything from your hair, your skin, your eyes, your lips, your clothing, your hands, any accessories you may be wearing. you really were his one and only, after all.

he couldn’t help but get up from his seat and move it next to yours, placing his head on your shoulder as his soft hair tickled your face, his slightly muscular arms wrapped around your body as he smiled gently. you really are his favorite thing in the world, aren’t you?

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 25th August ✨

I listened to so much good stuff this week. Highly recommend the lot! 🌈

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (164) Honestly, I think Nikignik just needs to meet *my* cat and he’d get over this silliness about felines. I listened to this episode on a night shift and just had to casually blink away tears a few times. I love my fave Yaretzi still having the goldest of hearts no matter what life has thrown at her and MY GOD Shelby Allen. What a woman!! I can’t believe how close they are to solving this case and I REALLY hope her brother isn’t hiding behind one of those masks! 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (32) MY HEART. OUGH. If only the Traveller could have heard the mental HOLLERING I was sending their way, they would never have let all that tension go unresolved. Oh, little Óli, I hope you look after yourself until your paths cross again. (Also there’s something quite romantic about thinking that their lives would entwine once again regardless of which ship the Traveller took… red string and all that 🧶❤️) 

🎙️WTNV (252) Deb!! What a fun episode! 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (27) What a fun way to be introduced to the big man himself. I actually think Alice needs to stay out of the Magnussing and keep herself safe!! 

🧋@hinaypod (16, 17) Ooh ep 16 actually had me a little spooked! Especially Laura and Murphy’s scenes (though maybe that’s because I know Mari can look after herself!). The bit with the handprint was such a classic horror vibe, I really enjoyed it. 

🦋 @remnantspod (6) Caught up with this show and there are just so many things I love about it. The stories’ backdrop of what I may be incorrectly assuming is WW2 is such an interesting time period for a show exploring mortality and mortality! And Sir . . . is . . . an angel?? Is that what’s going on here? The implication that this isn’t the first time that the Apprentice has seen Sir’s true form is very interesting indeed! 

🎩 @ethicstownpod Two new episodes this week and both intriguing! The actors did a great job and while I loved the tiny cast format of the first season, it’s also so fun to hear from other perspectives and get a glimpse of the wider Ethics community. 

🗺  @tales-from-the-low-city (10) Another fascinating instalment from the Low City. This episode about adjusting and thriving in a multi-cultural community hit a little hard after recent events in the UK. I think we could all do with a bit more of this quote: ‘if you understand your neighbour, if you know who they are on the inside and not just through your preconceived notions of their kind, you may well be less likely to raise a hand against them’.

Have a lovely week, everybody!!

[pixiecaps]

ough cellbit i appreciate how much effort he puts into learning spanish and how much he immerses himself in the language like he didn’t need to join that lobby when roier asked. he knew it’d just be spanish speakers and yet he agreed and hes mentioning how much he enjoyed it!! and how he used to just speak portunol but now hes actually trying to speak spanish itself and its nice!!! its nice to watch his progress he has a long way to go but the way hes so open to learning shows me that he’ll get there quicker than most:) and of course with the help of roier who he just told he’d love to be invited to more lobbies like that. its sweet man

[tokidokifish]

↻FLIP FLOP:send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!

for the fic ask game, may I humbly request POV flip of the confession scene in Irises?

(I don't think I've left a comment on that fic of yours, but I adore it. It's so good. everything I've read of yours has been phenomenal❤️❤️)

OUGH thank you, anon!! for the comment, and for the ask. here it is: i hope you enjoy :3c

It’s a shri-tal, of sorts.

Certainly his dear doctor is the only one he’d allow to take it. And in many ways, this is his last, worst secret: that in the end, with all of the blood staining his hands, he had still chosen Julian Bashir over everything else. 

The reaction is a reality Garak had been preparing himself for since—well, probably since he’d coughed up the first perek petal at the realization that Julian would be staying on Cardassia after the bombing; Garak had always known this is how it would end. And, just as he’d predicted: first comes the shock. After that, he knows, will come the sorrow, as Julian realizes how doomed the endeavor was from the start, and then—and this is the part that Garak has been bracing himself for—there will surely be pity. It’s why he’s waited so long: the selfish desire to preserve what they had for as long as possible. 

But instead: “No—no, I don’t understand,” Julian says. He pushes away from the bed to instead pace beside it, shoving a hand into his already messy hair even as he mutters, “Of course there’s the aspect of perception, but how is it possible—”

“Doctor,” Garak tries, more hesitant than he’d like. After all the time he’d spent imagining this situation, this is an unexpected development. 

And then: Julian’s gaze snaps back to him, and Garak’s breath—what little of it he can actually draw—catches in the painful tangle of his chest, because he’s never seen his dear doctor so visibly furious. 

“Garak,” he cries, voice rising. “I’ve been on Cardassia for years. We live together! How in the fucking universe could you not know I love you back?!”

Garak’s eyes go wide. He cannot speak, and in that silence Julian throws his hands up.

“I can’t believe you!” he shouts. “I’ve never been angrier with anyone in my life! You almost let yourself die for me?!”

As if there would be anyone else worth dying for, but that thought is a minor isle of calm in the sea of uncertainty that Garak has found himself in. “My dear—Julian,” Garak says, when he can say anything at all. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I’m serious! Good lord, Garak!” And then, of all impossibilities, Julian is climbing into the biobed. He straddles Garak’s hips, and takes his face into his hands, bowing his head to press his warm, smooth brow to Garak’s chufa, and—it’s very nearly too much to bear, even as Julian keeps talking. “I thought I was going to lose you,” he hisses, “And it turns out it was all my own fault?!”

And now, at last, Garak finds his voice fully, because he cannot allow that to stand. “It was not your fault,” he whispers, pressing a hand to Julian’s cheek. “You did everything in your power to get me to accept treatment—to tell you. You know very well my own obstinance is to blame, along with my inability to conceptualize—”

“If you insinuate you don’t believe me, Garak, I will not be responsible for my actions,” Julian warns. “I may very well stab you.”

Garak would laugh, if he was capable of doing so; as it is, all he can manage is a weak chuckle against—oh. A fairly significant sensation in his chest, actually. He’d not even been aware of it himself, until this moment, but: “Oh, I believe you.” 

Even realizing what’s about to happen, it takes all his willpower to take his hand from Julian’s face and ease the human away. “In fact, I believe I’m going to prove exactly that momentarily,” he adds, with his last vestiges of control, and Julian—of course, Julian understands immediately. His eyes widen, and then he’s scrambling off the bed; Garak would mourn the loss of his warmth, but in the moment, all he can really manage is feeling desperately grateful when a biohazard container is shoved in front of him. 

Perek romances are popular, but they tend to leave this part out; it’s ugly, and painful, and entirely undignified, hacking up the tangle of bloody flowers that had taken up residence in his chest. But Julian stays close, running one warm, broad hand over Garak’s spine, and that, at least, helps.

“It is nice to have proof, at least,” Julian mutters, distantly. “And now I know why you were coughing up Earth flowers as well as Cardassian ones. I’m writing a paper about this, Garak, just you try and stop me. Comparative biogenic botanical manifestation in cross-species Perek Syndrome causation.”

The concept is mortifying, and Garak would allow it a thousand times over—it’s the least his dear, beloved doctor deserves.

[good-beanswrites]

Just going to drop another idea in the hat. How does Mahiru feel about all that's going on with Fuuta in OoA? (Dunno if she would have visited him alone or with Yuno or Amane. Up to you.)

(Sorry for the mini drabble dump, I hope you enjoy 😅 Thank you for all the reminder asks!! I appreciated it since it took a million years to get to, and sure enough it was super fun to play around with all these ideas >:3)

Ough, on the surface she'd look exactly the same, but I feel like she would have a lot going on. She pities him. She pities herself because of him. She's glad she isn't him. She's jealous of him and Amane. She's toeing the line between her a bad first impression of him and finally seeing his human side. This takes place with enough time after the attacks for the dust to settle, but early enough where everyone's still adjusting.

“Fuuta~ Big sis Mahiru came to check on you! How are you feeling?”

For the entire first trial, Mahiru had constantly given Fuuta advice on his volume and outbursts. She’d scolded him for shouting, for bickering, for butting into conversation that weren’t his business. She’d spent so much time wishing he would just be more quiet. 

Now that her wish had finally come true, she would do anything to take it back.

“Mmn.”

The old Fuuta would have launched into detail about how he was feeling – about Milgram’s treatment being unjust and how the other prisoners were annoying him. Now that he was slumped in bed, bandages practically holding him together, all he could muster up was a half-shrug. His eyes had lost their usual shine, hardly looking focused at all. 

“If you need some medication, Shidou says he has more ready.”

Fuuta nodded. Mahiru knew what question was coming. It was the same every day.

“Did he offer it to Amane first? How is she?”

“She’s still coming around to it. She’s doing alright. I know you think she’s putting up an act when she visits, but honestly, she tells you more than any of us! I didn’t even know she could talk that much!” With her heart already heavy, it was easy to let the pang of jealousy slip into her mind. She was happy the two of them found each other, but Amane was opening up to him far more than her. Mahiru had done everything she could for her – what did Fuuta have that she was missing?

“Hey, look! I brought you some games. Everyone is requesting more supplies, and Shidou is still working on getting that wheelchair for you. I thought that this is just as important, yeah? I found some games that other prisoners didn’t mind lending. See ~ these cards are from Kazui, and Yuno left her cat’s cradle string, and I think Haruka even left a board game that he liked. I even wrote out the instructions to some word games, since those are my favorites.” 

“Eh, I don’t need ‘em.”

She refused to let herself deflate. Instead the smile stayed painted on her face. “I’ll just leave them here, then, if you ever get bored. I’m always up for playing something, but a lot of the games can be done by yourself, too!”

At that, he laughed. It was a terrible, bitter sound. It revealed how wheezy his lungs were from his injuries. 

“Oh yeah?” He said through a panting breath. “How am I supposed to play cat’s cradle by myself?” He shifted his left arm, bound up in a sling. “Am I supposed to balance the board games on the bed? With all the fucking pieces falling off?”

Mahiru’s smile wavered. “I only meant –”

“I can’t use my hands.” His voice was defeated. “Can’t get up. My head is killing me. Maybe literally. How am I supposed to play any of these? I know you were just being nice… but don’t bother.”

“I am going to bother.”

“Why…?” He let his eyes slip shut. “It’s not like anyone gave a shit about me before. They only care now because I’m dying. Everyone who knew me before… and even everyone here… they all treated me like crap until I got hurt. Now they’re all falling over themselves for me. It’s pathetic.”

It was a phrase he’d used often enough before, but Mahiru was struck with how differently he spoke it, his voice wavering.

The words “that’s not true” hung on her tongue. But it was, wasn’t it? Her stomach twisted in shame. It was horrible. That couldn’t be it – she must have a good reason to care now. After a second of scrambling, it hit her.

“Well! The thing is… what Kazui was saying about Kotoko’s plan… If I hadn’t been with Yuno… It should have been me, Fuuta. And I need to make it up to you.” She shook her head. Another man’s face flashed in her memory. “It should have been me…”

“Yeah, it should have been.”

The two were silent. She studied his face, but he looked firmly away. 

Internally she begged herself to leave it there. To learn her own lesson and be quiet. To bid Fuuta well and walk away from the person who was going to say things that would break her heart. But, as every other time in her life, Mahiru couldn’t control herself.

“I’m so, so sorry.” She clasped her hands together as she bowed. “I feel awful about it. Everytime I see you and Amane… I had been so selfish, going to Yuno to cheer myself up, instead of looking out for the two of you. If I could go back and change everything, I would in a heartbeat. I’m sorry. I know that you must hate me. I hate myself. I’m sorry.”

She thought offering her emotions would help. She thought it would be good for him to hear, since he was asking for a reason and she had such a good one. She gasped, seeing tears slip down Fuuta’s miserable expression. 

“What –”

“That’s exactly what I was talking about.” She would have preferred his yelling to this quiet resignation. “You’re not here because you care about me. You’re here because you’re feeling sorry for yourself. I don’t need your pity. Just leave.”

“No, it’s not like that! I wish it hadn’t been you that got hurt and –”

“Yeah I wish it wasn’t me, too.” He finally looked at her. “But I don’t wish it was you. That’s not how this works. Be grateful you made it out, and don’t come wallowing in self-pity to me. From now on, only come in here if you actually want to. Not to boost your own ego.”

Mahiru stood with her mouth agape. She tried to muster up something to say, finally finding it was easier to just stay silent. She turned to the door.

Why, oh why couldn’t she do it right?

[seaplusglass]

I only know so much about Arthur and Eric from reading what is most readily available but they are so ❤️✨❤️✨❤️✨ and I enjoy seeing drawings of them very much.

For the OCs questions you recently reblogged, can I order a #2 and a #15 for Arthur? (Perhaps also creator question A if you're feeling fancy)

OUGH THANK YOU, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THEM 😭😭❤❤❤❤ Arthur is very near and dear to me so seeing other people enjoy him (and Eric too) as a character is very heartwarming!!

2) How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Arthur has always been a very jovial individual, so making him laugh is pretty easy! He often is the sort to crack jokes himself (Hell, he's even prone to laughing at his own jokes), and you'll often find him chuckling and being in good spirits when he speaks to people, especially Eric. He got a little more serious after he was rescued, but he still tends to chuckle, just a bit more weakly.

15) How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Arthur has a very relaxed, but blunt cadence to how he talks to people. He's always pretty approachable, even when he's in a bad mood, but he sometimes has a bad habit of speaking before he thinks. This often leads to him making comments that come across as a lot ruder than he initially intends to, but most often he will catch himself and apologize. Oftentimes when he’s tried to rehearse things to say, he’s ended up throwing them out the window due to plans changing and simply speaking from the heart, and most of that is stuff that he thinks of on the spot.

A notable situation where this occurred was confessing his feelings to Eric, where he’d planned what he was going to say, and then instead ended up rambling about how much he admired him for 3 and a half uninterrupted minutes, and then confessed his feelings. (And if Eric hadn’t stopped him he would have continued.)

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I love Arthur for a variety of reasons - He’s always been fun to roleplay as a character because he’s very inquisitive, which has allowed me to be a bit more investigative when I play him. He’s also willing to engage in discussion on a higher level of abstraction than some of my other characters in the setting and will engage in debate on topics he might not be very versed in, and that’s just really fun for me to play.

Additionally, his design just brings me a lot of joy? He’s fun to draw, I severely enjoy how he dresses, as it’s very distinct from some of my other OCs, and his design lets me get out of my comfort zone when it comes to body types, which is really fun! I also enjoy how his design has progressed as he has progressed personality wise, as he’s slowly beginning to transition into wearing more dad fashion, and I just find that so endearing.

The change in style is subtle, but I feel it still conveys growth in his character.

Thanks for the ask!!!

[haywire-hetfield]

can i request some bottom steven adler ? the ship is your choice, he's just so .. ough !!! in a good way ofc :P

Sure thing!

Ship: Tommy Lee x Steven Adler

Warnings: Top Tommy, bottom Steven, doggy style, rough sex, intoxicated sex, barebacking, creampie, depersonalization

Words: 1,046

Steven’s body seemed to be weightless, floating on air, as he laid in the hotel bed with Tommy. He was hooked on this sort of feeling. Everything was a blur around him, blocking out any pain or worry he might have had in favor of focusing on pleasure. He didn’t even feel like a human, more a separate ball of energy floating just outside of his mortal vessel. 

Tommy was in bed with him and he wondered if the alcohol mixing with the drugs was affecting him in the same way. It didn’t seem to be, though. Steven could barely keep himself held up, yet Tommy was able to move around and focus on so many things. He was clearly handling it a lot better than Steven was, but he didn’t mind. The way he felt was enjoyable and Tommy didn’t have a problem with taking over, being the one to move them around as needed. 

Tommy’s hands flexed around his hips, giving the warm skin a gentle squeeze. It was shockingly soft given how rough Tommy had been with him, shoving him to the bed and sinking his teeth in deep. Steven hadn’t minded it, quite the opposite. He had wailed and moaned, sounding more like a cat in heat rather than a man. Tommy had just laughed and encouraged Steven to keep letting out noises, enjoying the way he sounded. 

He’d gripped tightly at Tommy’s hair and shoulders until the older man had flipped him onto his stomach, jerking his hips into place. Steven relished in moments like this. Times when someone was willing to get so rough and demanding with him, particularly when he was too fucked up to care about anything else. It felt like a true release, so detached from himself. 

Tommy wasn’t easing up either. He’d quickly found a pace that worked for both of them, sharp and fast. Each thrust threatened to shove Steven further up the bed, but Tommy had a firm grasp on him and kept him pinned in place. It made Steven feel like a toy, being held still and fucked into. His head swam as Tommy surely left bruises along his skin, fingertips digging into his hips until it hurt even through the haze of drugs and drinks. 

Steven felt like he was on fire inside, each thrust forcing Tommy’s cock against every sensitive spot and the drag back out made him feel as though he was going to lose his mind. He wished he could be lost in this moment forever, all he had to do was lay still and let Tommy use him. The bed creaked and hit the wall harshly with every thrust, and it was a shock nobody had filed a noise complaint. Perhaps hotels just anticipated there would be the sounds of the bed shaking and somebody squealing coming from Tommy’s room, maybe even booking him away from the other guests to avoid disturbances. 

A warm kiss was being pressed against his shoulder, but he was never fucked any gentler. And he was happy about that. He didn’t want to have someone making love to him so sweetly, touching him like he was fragile, peppering soft kisses along his skin and whispering about how beautiful he was. No, he wanted this. He wanted the way Tommy kept him shoved against the bed, pounding into him like he wasn’t even real. He himself didn’t feel real and Tommy treating him like an object made him more comfortable. 

Steven had tried to wrap a hand around his own cock at one point. The loss of one arm braced against the bed ended with his upper body pressed completely down against the mattress, face sideways and shoved down into it. Tommy hadn’t even missed a beat, he’d just hiked Steven’s hips up further and continued fucking into him. 

Steven’s hand did find his cock, stroking himself with as much focus as he could which turned out to be very little. All of the sensations were still getting him closer and closer to the edge. Tommy felt perfect filling him up and he was so relentless in his actions. He twisted his hand every now and then, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came. Tommy grunted above him and the older man’s movements amplified. 

If he’d been holding back before, he wasn’t now. Each thrust was so rough that it nearly hurt and Steven wondered how sore he would be in the morning. He’d been with bigger guys before, guys who he swore he could feel in his stomach, but Tommy was bigger than all of them. He stretched him open perfectly and he could feel him in what seemed like the base of his throat, furthering the feeling that he was just a little toy for Tommy to fuck into. Nothing more than a tight, warm place for Tommy to bury himself. 

Steven ended up coming first, spilling hot and fast over his own fist. He hadn’t even realized when he first came, sensations washing over his overworked body without his knowledge. His body was being bombarded with so many feelings that it was hard to register them all. It made his body tense and tighten around Tommy, pushing the dark haired man over the edge as well. 

A sense of pride shot through Steven, knowing that he had made Tommy feel so good. Yet another feeling he could get addicted to. He couldn’t actually feel Tommy coming inside of him, he was too warm and wet already to really notice the difference, but the thought of it was nearly as good. Tommy kept himself pressed deeply for a few moments, letting himself completely finish before he eased himself out of his body. 

Tommy was still silent and the only sounds that filled the room were both of them trying to catch their breath. Tommy pressed another kiss to his shoulder before slapping his ass hard enough to leave a bright pink mark. Steven’s body jerked and he laughed warmly at Tommy’s actions. His hips fell onto the bed as soon as Tommy was no longer supporting his body, falling into the cooling puddle of his own come, but he didn’t care as Tommy laid down next to him.