#my mind is consumed with brainrot :3

[pitchblackpoet]

quinn fabray….save me quinn fabray….please quinn fabray save me….quinn fabray…i Lov u….save me….quin fabry…i love U…ooOooo

[ghostlyheart]

I remember being 16 years old and explaining good omens to my gf at the time and she was like "oh is that the one where the angel and the demon are in love" and I said "no not really :)" because I didn't want to explain my cringy fandom bullshit. Well guess what 16 year old Hannah. Guess what

[aaronsguccitie]

it’s been a long year (and all of our book’s pages dog-eared)

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Despite all your pestering, Remus refuses to use a bookmark. Until you make him one (or several).

Cw: fem!reader, fluff, teenage Remus (sixth/ seventh year), mild damaging of books, use of petnames, no use of yn, soft softness

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: ahh my first time writing for Remus! The brainrot has been too all consuming lately so I just had to write this <3 I’d love to know your thoughts, but please be gentle with me lol :p

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Softening your steps to match the quiet of the library, you turn the familiar corner and find yours and Remus’ usual table by the window, nestled between shelves. Sunlight streams in through the glass, illuminating the various books on the table—half the library’s contents, it seems.

The thick tomes are in one of two states: either spread open with folded, spare bits of parchment between the pages, or flipped upside down on the table, still open to mark where Remus left off. He’s sitting in the chair tucked further in, his back resting against the wall and his legs propped on the seat next to him, his knees bent, his head ducked as he absorbs the book in his lap.

The sleeves of his knitted jumper are pulled across his knuckles and his hair is a soft, disheveled mess, flopping over his forehead as he reads, not quite noticing you yet. A wrapped bar of chocolate rests precariously on the edge of the table, easy enough for Remus to reach if he got hungry. He knows full well the rules of the library, but he’s careful with his precious chocolates; closes away the library books and slides them to the opposite end of the table, quietly unwrapping the chocolate and keeping his cupped palm under it to catch any crumbs. This one is unopened, and you know he’s been waiting for you. 

His outline is tipped in gold; soft streams of sunlight thread their way through his hair, gently hug the curved lines of his body. He looks a little too lovely, a little too gentle and warm and too much for you to handle, so when you drop your eyes to the books on the table, you grasp for the first thing to call him out on.

“Remus!” You chastise, your voice just a little too loud. It carries in the silence. Cringing at your own tone, you bite the inside of your cheek as he looks up.

“Shh,” he murmurs, doing some chastising of his own as he brings a finger to his lips. He doesn’t seem even remotely surprised at your sudden appearance. The light slants in, transforms his eyes, and it’s suddenly hard to swallow. “Did you forget we’re in a library?”

Your heart thumps softly against your ribcage. His smile is amused, but the hiss of Madam Pince is not. Ignoring her, you shrug off your bag with flaming cheeks and sit down opposite him, rightening an upside-down book as you do.

“Did you forget these are library books you’re damaging when you leave them like this?” You hope your voice sounds at least somewhat nonchalant as your eyes rove over his face, capturing the soothing warmth of him.

Remus blows a raspberry—a low one. “I’m not damaging them,” he says, frowning a little at the accusation.

A smile tugs at your lips. The wrinkle between his brows begs to be smoothed out, but you keep your hands to yourself. Running your finger down the cracks in the spine, you hum, “Are too, Rem. You can’t iron these out like you do parchment.” Looking around at the table, you search for something to mark the page with. “Don’t you have a bookmark?”

“Don’t need one. Besides, cracked spines are inevitable.” He dog-ears the page of the book in his hands, much to your horror.

You gasp. “Remus.” The scolding tone is back in your—thankfully lower—voice.

Remus grins brightly as he drops his legs and sits straight, turning to fully face you. “What? ’S’no big deal, only paper.” He shrugs. “I don’t mind it when it’s on my books.” He slides his battered paperback onto the table, the cover bent and worn. The sight makes you gape.

“But—that’s just—” Atrocious, you think. Criminal. “You can’t—” You splutter.

“Oh come off it, Miss Perfect,” Remus smiles, gentle and teasing as he reaches out to grab the library book out of your hands. “I’m not ruining these books.” He says, quite adamantly, tearing a corner of one of his essays and stuffing the parchment into the book. “See?” He tells you, a huffed laugh leaving him at the look of horror still on your face. “Does the job as good as any bookmark.”

“Now, let’s worry more about that Transfiguration test, hmm?”

The way the sunlight pools in his eyes makes you even more speechless, and he takes your stunned silence for an answer as he clears away the space for your Transfiguration material.

****

While you do appreciate the warmth of the quill shop as Remus peruses its assortment of quills, the silence is slowly driving you mad. Though not a library, the patrons inside are strangely quiet, talking in hushed tones as they leisurely mill about, and the only sound other than the murmur of people is the loud whip of the wind outside. 

The two of you usually don’t walk about Hogsmeade together—or anywhere else for that matter, only meeting in the library to study or walking to and from classes—but Remus asked if you’d accompany him to buy some quills. His friends were busy with Zonko’s and yours with Honeydukes, so you’d agreed, not really in the mood for sweets. Remus had lightly bumped your shoulder and gave you a smile in return, one that warmed up your insides though your hands were slick with a cold sweat in your gloves.

Now, however, your hands are quite warm, gloves stuffed in your pockets, and you use a finger to poke Remus’ coated shoulder. “Remus.” You whinge as he bends over another selection of quills. “How many quills could you possibly need?”

Four are held loosely in his hand, and he doesn’t look up at you as he says, “They get run down easily. I thought you of all people would know,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips tilting into a smile when you scoff, “or are you just that studious when you’re with me?”

He straightens, a playful gleam in his hazel eyes. 

“You wish, Lupin.” You say, distantly feeling your stomach swoop at his smile. He looks too smug, so you grasp for something to say. “Muggles, you see, have an ingenious invention called a pen.” 

His eyebrows lift, not yet believing you—and quite right; you hadn’t picked up a pen in years. Still, you continue, “You don’t have to continually dip for ink and the tips don’t break off. You should try them.”

Remus nods sagely, “Maybe I will. Not like I’ve ever written with one before.” He brings the feathery end of one of the quills over his mouth, hiding his growing smile as your eyes widen.

Realization washes over you. Oh, Merlin. You always have to embarrass yourself in some way. 

Typical.

You lick your lips. “…You…” You point at him, though you don’t know exactly why. “You’re…?”

“Halfblood,” Remus confirms cheerily. “I know what a pen is, believe it or not.” He sweeps the feather over your nose, tickling your skin. You bat it away impatiently.

“Well, hurry up.” 

The grumble in your voice makes him laugh softly. “Just a little longer, love.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

You’ve seen your share of flirty boys, ignored their surface level flattery and saccharine pet names that spilled from their lips easy as breathing. Remus’ own buddies—marauders, they call themselves—have called you endearments more than once, annoyingly sweet and not one bit sincere, pet names and nicknames simply habit on their tongues. 

But Remus—quiet, gentle, Remus—saying it to you in a way so different than the others, like he actually means it, makes you flush all the way down to your toes.

You look away, just in time to miss the blush on his cheeks. Turning on your heel, you look around for anything to set your eyes on; salvation comes in the form of, coincidentally, bookmarks. A large collection of them, in various colors and designs, some with ribbons looped through the top and others without. You head to the table and pick one up, determined not to go back to Remus until your cheeks have cooled.

With your thumping heartbeat and rapidly warming skin, you hardly see the bookmark in your hand, rather seeing through it as you toy with the ribbon. Love, love, love, echoes through your head, in his voice, and you silently curse Remus Lupin under your breath. It’s nothing. He probably says it to everyone. That recurring thought is what forces your heart rate back to normal.

You keep your head down, eyes skipping over the bookmarks as time passes too slowly. The material of your coat itches your heated skin as you set the bookmark down and mindlessly tap the other ones on the table, feeling wood and paint beneath your nails.

Then you hear his footsteps behind you. They’re unique; sometimes Remus walks with a small limp. “Are you getting one?” He asks.

Turning, you find six quills held in both of his hands. 

“Me?” You raise your brows, trying to sound casual. For a split second your eyes fall to his lips, but you force them back on his. Bad idea, you think as you get lost in the warmth of them. “You should get one.”

Remus wrinkles his nose. “Don’t wanna.”

The expression warps the scars on his cheeks, and you find yourself mesmerized. “Why not?” You look away. A sky blue one catches your attention and you tap it lightly. “This one’s pretty.” 

“’S’alright, I don’t need it.” He shrugs. “C’mon let’s go.”

You put it down with a blown out sigh, shaking your head as you follow him to the till. Remus looks back at you with a grin. “Why are you so bothered about the state of my books?” He questions.

“Because!” You huff, your brief awkwardness lost in a wave of indignation, “You’re damaging them. Folding the page? Cracking the spine? Might as well throw them in the fire.” You grumble, crossing your arms.

His laugh is soft. “You’re too dramatic, love. It’s just paper.” There goes the nickname again, and there goes the flush on both of your cheeks. He clears his throat, “What would you say if you saw me taking notes in them?”

His attempt at distraction works. 

You stop in your tracks, turning to him with comically wide eyes. “You what?”

****

Remus’ laugh still rings in your ears, long after the two of you have parted. The rest of your day is spent with Lily and a few of your roommates as you flit from shop to shop, and eventually the Three Broomsticks. But as you drink your butterbeer and get lost in your thoughts instead of your friends’ chatter, an idea comes calling.

So, just before the shops shutter their doors for the night, you drag Lily back into the quill shop. Love, love, love, echoes again in your head as you walk in, your eyes finding the spots where you and Remus had stood. Skipping past the table of bookmarks with flutters in your stomach, your head for the stationary and thicker parchment.

That night, when you’re safe and warm tucked into your bed, curtains already drawn shut, you dump your haul on the sheets and get to work. The soft mattress of your bed is hardly the steadiest workspace you could find, but you make do. Your designs aren’t anywhere near sophisticated, anyway, though you do try your best.

It’s late when you’re finally done, the chatter of your roommates long since quieted down, but you know Remus often stays up well into the night. You pocket the fruits of your labor and throw a jumper over your pajamas before quietly slipping out of your dormitory, padding down the stairs and into the common room.

Unsurprisingly, it’s empty, but more surprisingly is that Remus is the sole occupier of the room. He’s sitting on one of the couches, his head in his hand, fingers threaded through his hair as he reads through the gigantic Charms book on his lap. Two more books are flipped upside down on the couch and there’s a roll of parchment at his side, one of his newly bought quills resting next to it.

You didn’t realize how late it was; looking at the clock, you find it’s gone 1 am, the sky pitch black beneath the frosted windows. The dying fire paints the common room a warm orange as you shuffle toward the occupied couch.

Remus looks up. He gives you a small, ever so sleepy smile. “Hey,” he says, his voice lowered to match the hour. It has the same warmth as the dying fire at your back. “What’re you doin’ up so late?”

You smile back, “Been working on something.”

“Oh? Care to share?” Remus drawls, his head falling back against the cushion to look up at you. He seems…overly relaxed, as if softened further by the fire and the empty common room, everything about him lazy and warm as shadows of his lashes dance on his cheeks when he blinks at you.

In response, you take out the four bookmarks you’d made. Two of them are solid colors—light blue and green—and the other two have patterns on them. One of which is a dotted sky, a few constellations you’d learned in Astronomy sketched across an inky blue, and the other has a simple pattern of swirls across the rectangle. You hadn’t wanted to do anything over the top, anything that he’d be potentially embarrassed to use, but solid colors for all of them just seemed boring. As you hold them out and see the stunned look on his face, you begin to shrink into yourself.

“I—uh, I made you several,” you rush out, skin ablaze, “to use in your library books and personal ones. You might not need them, dunno, and you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to—really, I made them for you more than me, it’s plain painful to see your books like this, so don’t—”

Remus stands. You stop, mouth clamping shut as he holds the edges of the bookmarks. You’re both holding them now—you’ve yet to let go—and you swear you could almost feel the warmth of his hands, even across the distance.

“Thank you.” He says quietly. His voice is sincere, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and your shoulders slump in relief. The warm hazel of his eyes disarms you, the soft firelight behind you illuminating freckles dotted across his cheeks like stars, nestled between the lines of his scars.

You force yourself to look down, break his gaze. “You’re welcome,” you say to his hands, your voice low and a little choked. Finally letting go of the bookmarks, you step back and give him a smile. “Just please use ’em, yeah?”

Remus brings one of the bookmarks to his head and mock salutes. “Every day.” He murmurs, and you know that’s sincere. A flutter goes off in your heart and you nod, purely for having something to do. 

“However,” Remus continues, his eyes bright as he taps your nose lightly with one of the bookmarks. “I still exercise my right to inflict damage on any personal books I might own.”

You laugh and put your hand on his wrist to push it away. His pulse beats beneath the warm skin, and his hand drops to his side. “You exercise that right a little too much, if you ask me.” The way he’s smiling makes your hands shake, so you thread your fingers together and begin to back away.

“Anyway, just wanted to give these to you. Night, Rem.” You reach the stairs and untangle your fingers to give him a small wave.

“Night.” He calls out softly, giving you a small one back.

It could be a trick of the fire—probably is, and you haven’t slept in hours—but you think you see a pink tint to his cheeks.

Any Remus requests are very very welcome ☺️

[nubisaureus]

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Been having KuroKen x reader brainrot lately so here ya go, some spicy headcanons for y'all!

character(s): Kuroo and Kenma (timeskip)

pairing(s): KuroKen x afab!reader

contents: polyship (Kuroo x Kenma x reader), domestic shenanigans, cuddles, finger fucking, drooling, neck kissing

a/n: YALL DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND THE BRAINROT THATS CONSUMING ME I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS SO BADLY AAAAAAH

not proofread!

Enjoy! <3

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they're both completely smitten with you

Kenma is very clingy; he loves playing games while you two are hugging: he rests his head on your shoulder, while you basically nap on him

you and Kuroo are the ones to remind Kenma to eat and sleep properly: he'd even forget to drink water without you

Kuroo loves to tease Kenma just to get on his nerves; and that is usually done by giving you attention: he gets jealous super easily

of course it's healthy jealousy: they love competing for your attention, and overwhelming you with theirs

Kenma is a very interesting switch; his sex drive isn't high, but when he's in either a dommy mood or subby mood you can rest assured that things are gonna get steamy

as for Kuroo, he loves going with the flow: he definitely isn't a sub, yet doesn't mind when Kenma takes the lead

Kenma loves making you both writhe for him: he'll usually make Kuroo watch as he makes you feel good, then have him be desperate for release

on the other side, when Kuroo takes the lead, he loves to tag team on you with Kenma: they'll overwhelm you so badly that you won't even know left from right

«Look, Kuroo. Look how good they're feeling because of me.» he shoves two fingers in your pussy, making you writhe and ache for him to move. His clothes feel electric on your naked skin: it's humiliating that they are both still in their clothes, in a way; yet it also feels arousing. Besides, they'd get naked soon enough. Kuroo looks at the whole scene, while kneeling in front of the bed: your pussy spread out in front of him, yet he's forbidden from touching you, not until Kenma's sadism issatisfied. His fingers move in and out, while Kuroo is basically drooling: when he's satisfied, he tentatively danglesthem in front of Kuroo, a smirk plastered where his usual poker face stands. «Want a taste, Kuroo?» he teases, and shoves his fingers in his mouth, while Kuroo sucks on them like he was a man dying from thirst who had been offered water on the brink of his death.

just thinking about what transpired that night makes you wet still to this day

you usually end up sandwiched between the two of them when you're watching something or just cuddling

as you're cuddling, Kuroo would usually be the one to support you both: you usually lay on him, your head resting on his chest while he uses one hand to stroke your hair and the other to stroke any part of Kenma's body he can reach from his position

Kenma usually lays on top of you, with his head on your tummy, as he uses your chest as a console stand for his Switch (a/n the console this time BAHAHAHA)

as he plays on top of you, you love running your hands in his hair: you usually undo his bun, untangling his hair, then run your fingers through it, admiring the little goosebumps that surface on his skin, along with the little shivers he desperately tries to hide

that's just one of your cuddling positions though: another one you particularly love is when you rest your head on Kenma's lap, while Kuroo lays on you

in those times, your hands are in his hair, messing his bed head even more, although he doesn't particularly mind: he's laying on you after all

meanwhile Kenma is obviously playing a game, but will choose a chill one, which gives him the time to stroke your hair and look at you both with an embarrassed face, while Kuroo will tease him about that (a/n i need Kenma blushing in my life so badly-)

you take care of them both, and they take care of you as well

«Kenma..stop sitting like you're a question mark, please» you grab him by the neck, much like a cat, and pull him backwards, as to make him sit up straight. «He'll never learn, love. He'll end up hunched up like a croissant.» you let out a giggle, while the blond shots Kuroo a deadly look. «What? It's the truth, Kenma.» he kisses you, shooting him a challenging look. «Oh come on Kuroo, he'll get even grumpier than usual.» you kiss the blond's frown, and his face relaxes immediately. «I'm not grumpy...» he protests, as Kuroo lowers himself to stare at him dead in the eyes. «Bullshit. But since you're cute, I guess I'll let it slide this one time.» and kisses him, making the frown come back as he focuses on his game again. «I need to finish this video and you both are distracting me. Don't you have anything better to do?» he huffs, his puffed cheeks making you and Kuroo erupt in a loud laugh. «Sure, we can do each other.» he retorts, his shit eating grin making you shake your head. You loved those two dorks to death.

it's safe to say his gameplay took less than usual that day

Your predicament is such: you pressed between the two of them, your head resting on Kenma's shoulder while he passionately kisses your neck. Kuroo looks at the two of you, taking in the sight of the people he loves most in the world. Your necks are his weakness: he can't hold on any longer. When his mouth clashes with your neck, you can't help but let out a loud moan, your hands instinctively reaching for his hair, using it as leverage to shove his face deeper on yourself. «Something wrong, babe? You seem worked up.» he teases, while Kenma continues incessantly, his arms reaching to hug you from behind, his hands wandering around. «Seriously, Kuroo?» your breath is ragged, so instead of coming out as an angry question, it comes out as more of a whine. «I'm as serious as it gets, babe. So?» he licks an undefined spot, making you squirm in the very small available space between their bodies. You try to catch your breath. «How could I be composed when I have my two boyfriends ravaging my neck?» you blurt out, as they both chuckle.

[justwinginglife]

hello! i love love love reading your fics so much that it gives me the soshiro brainrot everytime i scroll thru tumblr <3

can i request the reader (who's a platoon leader and secretly a simp for their vice captain!) catching the vice cap training at night and leaving them shocked because of the vice cap's physique? (LIKE YKWIM HE'S HANDSOME AND HOT IN THAT COMPRESSION SHIRT)

you can add some spice to the story bc i know you can write it beautifully <333

thank u so much for the soshiro hoshina sustenance <3

I'm so happy you like my fics omg. I'd do anything to support the Soshiro brainrot lmao. This is your captain speaking, we are heading into NSFW airspace, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare to get fucked.

Impatient

Your relationship with Soshiro Hoshina had been progressing at a rather slow and steady pace, but you were fine with it; this was your first serious relationship and you refused to do anything that would jeopardize it. You loved him after all, you could wait for him to love you.

But then you passed by the training room and -you blamed your next thoughts on it being 2 am- suddenly you wanted to throw all caution to the wind when you saw him standing there, stretching, his muscles rippling against his compression shirt.

Soshiro- the man that had asked permission before even holding your hand, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You wanted to hold more than his hand now. Watching him train, you wanted to run your hands along every contour of his body. You wanted to know if he'd squirm under your touch, if he'd stiffen, if he'd melt.

Soshiro- the man with the silliest, most adorable laugh to ever grace the air. You wanted to pierce the silence with his moans, with his whimpers, with his gasps. You wanted the room to echo with sounds of his arousal. You wanted the whole base to hear how obsessed he was with you.

Soshiro- the man who always bends over to tie your shoelaces whenever he notices they're untied. You wanted to bend him over, you wanted him to bend you over. You wanted to test the limits of his flexibility, of yours. You wanted to explore every position with him in every square inch of this room. Every square inch of this base. You wanted to sneak sessions in supply closets, in the bathroom, in the locker room, in the med bay. Anywhere and everywhere. You wanted to stain the carpet in his office with your pleasure, wanted to drag your handprint down the fogged up glass of the shower doors, wanted to break a lunchroom table from the brutality of your rapture.

What was it about this man that had you biting your lip, blushing in a corner, your lewdest thoughts hungrily claiming every corner of your mind?

You told yourself over and over again that you were okay with the way things were. You were okay with stealing glances, with shy compliments, with passing touches. Any part of him was better than nothing.

But, as you continued in your observation of him as he swung his swords and sliced through the air, you found yourself consumed by your desires. You found yourself greedy for more of him. You wanted to selfishly lay claim to him over and over. You'd never felt such raw, intense urges before and it overwhelmed you. The proof of your love and your yearning was pooling in your underwear, and you had to adjust yourself so as to not just orgasm right there, as you feasted on the sight of him.

You'd never found your release in just mere thoughts before, but watching him now, you thought that you could come with nothing but the idea of him, nothing but your imagination.

You inhaled sharply and it caught his attention.

He smirked as he found your gaze, your longing made evident in your eyes. He admired the way the voluptuous swell of your breasts made themselves obvious as your chest heaved with shaky breaths. And there was no mistaking the way you’d crossed your legs as you leaned against the wall, attempting to hold back the flood of lust that was currently soaking your panties. 

His hum of approval reverberated in his chest as he set his swords aside and made his way to you. 

“How’s my darling girlfriend this evening?” He grabbed one of your hands and pressed his lips firmly against it. 

“Good. Great. I’m great.”

He began kissing up your arm. “Just admiring the view tonight?”

You gulped. So he had noticed you watching him. “It’s a nice view,” You shrugged, trying to come off nonchalant, but your words came out a mere squeak. 

He chuckled against your skin, still trailing his love up your arm, his hungry kisses quickly approaching your shoulder. 

You sucked in a breath as the delicious sensations flooded your body. “H-how’s your night?” 

He smirked against your neck. “It just got even better.”

As he continued his love trail up your body, nipping at your ear now, you reminded yourself that you loved him, and you could wait for him to love you. But you weren’t sure if you could wait for him to make love to you. The way it felt when he touched you, the way his whispered intentions filled your ears, the way you were completely enamored with him, leaving no misunderstanding about who your heart belonged to- it was all too much and at the same time, not enough. You needed more of him. You needed to know just how much he was yours and just how much you were his. 

You knew he wouldn’t dare go much further without your explicit consent, the way he was tasting every inch of you with reckless abandon was already significantly more than he’d ever done to you. Maybe 2am was getting to him too, maybe he needed this just as badly as you did.

So you gave him the permission he’d been seeking. “Soshiro- take me.”

His eyes widened. You knew he’d been desperate for those very words, but he still hesitated. “Are you… are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Don’t wear that shirt around me if you aren’t prepared to face the consequences.”

Your flirtatious banter seemed to somewhat ease the uncertainty in his mind, his relaxed features now forming a smirk, but you knew he was still waiting for extra confirmation. “I’m sure, baby. I need you. And I know you need me too.”

Then he pounced on you, his hands pushing your hips against the wall, his lips devouring yours in a fiery passion. “Damn right I need you.” 

The force of his tongue invading your mouth felt ravenous, felt rushed. Like the taste of you was payment that he was owed, payment that he was in a hurry to claim. You were overloaded with pure pleasure, your mind unable to decide if it wanted to focus on his moans seeping into your mouth, or his hips grinding into yours. His hips won out- his ever growing erection the most delicious distraction, as he kept thrusting against you, devouring any semblance of space between you, his enormous bulge taking up position between your legs, knocking against your entrance. 

For a minute, you thought you would just come in your clothes; his dry humping proving itself most seductive. But you wanted your first orgasm with him to be from his cock splitting your cunt open. 

Apparently he couldn’t wait that long. He came in his pants already; the pure perfection of you shivering under his touch was too much for his throbbing erection to handle. He’d spent his whole relationship with you holding back, and he had no more patience left, at least not for tonight. So he gave in to his feelings, gave in to the satisfaction of finding his release against you, his back arching as he finished thrusting himself into you, shuddering.

When his moans receded down his throat, you knelt down to peer at his pants. You poked at the wet spot and he groaned. “And we barely did anything too. Imagine how you’re going to feel,” You started to slide his pants down and he sucked in a breath, “When you’re inside me.”

You choked down his cum-soaked cock, feeling smug as it rapidly hardened again in your mouth. You’d never tasted him before but now that you had him right where you wanted him, his arousal dripping down your throat, you didn’t ever intend to stop tasting him. You wondered just how much cum he’d saved up for you, just how many times you could pry a release from him. 

He gripped your shoulder tight as he fucked into you rapidly, his cock eager for the slick of your saliva. “Fuuuuck, baby, you’re perfect. So goddamn perfect.” It wasn’t long before your mouth was flooded with his ambrosia, his lust sweet and sticky against your tongue. He bit his lip to hold back the flow of his moans, but they cascaded out anyway, filling the training room with the melodic sounds of his love for you. 

He pulled away from you and collapsed to his knees, his pulsing member still in the process of recovering. You guided him down to the training mat, pushing him flat against it. He thought you were allowing him respite. Allowing him to pull himself together, to clean up the mess of a man you’d made him. But you hadn’t got off yet and you felt it was your turn. 

You made a show of stripping yourself for him and he groaned into his fist, feeling his desires pump blood into his cock yet again. You wondered if it was painful to be so hard so frequently in one sitting. But as he began to stroke his cock while he watched you, you knew he had to be enjoying himself too. The way your fingers curled along the rim of your panties as you inched them down and the way they traced the contour of your chest before pulling off your bra, he enjoyed it all immensely. 

And when you claimed his cock in your hands, pumping it up and down a couple times before grinding your clit against the swell of his erection, and then running it along your slicked entrance, he thought he might be in heaven. Before he could stop himself, before the dream could end, he took hold of his dick again and shoved it deep inside you, eager to feel you clenching around him. You settled yourself firmly on top of him, your depths swallowing every inch of his cock. 

His lips found yours again, his kiss needy and hungry, as he began to thrust into you relentlessly. “So perfect, so wet, so mine. I can’t get enough of you, darlin.” 

Every moan tumbling out of your mouth sent him into a frenzy, his thirst eagerly quenching itself with every sweet sound, desperate to hear more. 

He begged you to come for him but he didn’t have to, your release had been building with every plunge in your pussy, and you were ready to explode.

“Say my name baby, I need you to cum with my name on those gorgeous lips.” 

“S-Soshiro... Soshiro, don’t stop. Ah, fuck, Soshiro!” Your ecstasy erupted inside you as you came on top of him. 

He felt the gush of your arousal drenching his cock as you clenched around him and he let himself go, let himself join you. He moaned your name as he buried himself in your hair, thrusting deeper inside you before filling you up. 

You dropped to the floor beside him, panting and sweating. 

“If you’re tired, it’s the shirt’s fault.” You joked in between breaths. 

He chuckled. “Then I’ll make sure to wear it more often. Tire me out as much as you like, baby.”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

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Author's Note: I am aware all my sex scenes are starting to sound the same and that is because I am self indulgent and like the same stuff LOL. I will eventually write us doing different things, but if it ain't broke why fix it, ya know? I am impatient, I need us to be fucked by him, I ain't got time for all this other stuff. Please forgive my self indulgence and my horny impatience.

[sp1n-dle]

Back at it again (the brainrot is still going strong💪💪)

Spoilers for chapter 21 of The Neon Void which belongs to @sugarpasteltmnt (if you haven't read this fic already you should, it's mind consuming <3)

I need more ninpo Splinter in my life, don't think Leo would agree rn tho :)

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[ja3yun]

AJ, HEAR ME OUT-... Okay... So... Just imagine this...

Jay and reader are each heirs to their own parents' company. They meet one time as kids because Jay asked for reader to be his betrothed but they reject him. Now, they're older and reader doesn't recognize Jay but Jay recognizes reader and they go out on dates together. So Jay is going out with reader, still wanting them even now that like... 10 years passed, and reader just thinks he's this really sweet and caring guy who just randomly shown up at the cafe they visit all the time. But in reality, Jay has been keeping an eye on their movement for the past 10 years.

Bruv- I'm not okay. I've been on a Jay RABBIT HOLE for the past 4 hours. Reread dollhouse just for Jay in the series, read at LEAST 4 Jay Smuts/fluffs and now I'm over here... Thinking I'm going ballistic (because I am) and wanting more... WHAT IS GOING ON??? Because I was doing the same thing about Jungwon and Sunghoon like........... 4 days ago..........

-🐼

YESSSS OMGGG babe pls let me take this as a wip and i'll link it back to this ask 😭 i got so many ideas swirling rn 🙏🏻 ive been on jay brainrot going on 3 months now and idk how to stop it like my mind is consumed by him 247 so i get it!! also mood on the switch up bc i go between heejayke all the time

[mrskreideprinz]

| my muse, oh how it sings |

painter!albedo x muse!reader

warnings: afab reader, he/him pronouns for albedo, no mention of breasts on reader, reader is gender neutral, selfship coded because i’m highkey obsessed with this man, masturbation, no pronouns for reader, mention of pinning reader to the wall, albedo is hopelessly in love with reader, not sfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT,

a/n: i had brainrot and rushed to write this, so enjoy my fellow albedo lovers <3

Painter!albedo who can’t get over his beautiful muse. The muse he paints day and night, sunrise to sunset, and still, you haunt his dreams. His very being is consumed by every breathe you take, every single smile and flutter of your eyelashes you throw his way envelope him in a wave of euphoria. He finds himself waking up in a cold sweat, his fingers tangling in the sheets in search of his muse, but ultimately he is left with nothing but the bitter cold of nothingness.

Soon, his painting sessions with you become longer and more… personal. He asks you to take part in an experiment and so you do, trusting him with all your heart. You strip down into nothing but your own bare body and lay in his bed, where the blankets and soft pillows compliment the very curves and edges of your body which he adores. Taking his time he sketches the outline of your body, then dips his brushes into the paint and begins to paint your pretty lips. He continues this until he gets to your hips, that’s when his breath becomes too heavy and labored to continue.

“How about a break?” He says as if he isn’t rushing off to take care of the heat pooling at his very core. Thankfully, you nod and and he frantically sets down his brushes to go to a separate room.

Closing the door and quickly locking it, he pulls out his hardened cock and begins to fist it furiously. The only thing on his mind being your insatiable body and how badly he wants to ravage you, take you for himself and only himself. Albedo wasn’t selfish by any means, but fuck, a jealous man was capable of many things through the sins of his desire. And Albedo was left wanting, needing, nearly begging for more. His existence now depended on you and how sweetly you could sing for him, and oh, how he wished you’d sing your sweet song for him someday.

Albedo pretended his cum being smeared by his hands was your mouth lapping up his cum, licking up every last drop as you made direct eye contact with him. Albedo had the same fantasy whenever he ran away abruptly from his artwork, all in a hurry to relieve the aching in his heart and the throbbing in his core. You’d always look up into his eyes which were brimming with tears, as he looked away in shame he’d continue stroking his cock and pretending it was those pretty lips, or maybe even those hands of yours. Gentle and rough all at the same time, and in the most perfect of ways too.

And as Albedo came in his shaking hands, he swore to himself. Too caught up in his own daydream to realize he was talking to a version of you that didn’t exist, and may as well never.

“Fuck! Yes, jus’ like that. Yeaahhhh, th-that’s i-it! Fuck, baby you feel so good.” He moaned so loudly he worried (and as almost sure) you had heard.

Then, after every last drop was spared into his hands and onto the red carpet flooring, he fell back into the chair, completely out of breath and totally enamored by you. In that moment he wasn’t sure if he wanted to run out and confess his love for you or pin you to the wall and fuck you, but for now he’d have to live in this daydream where the two of you weren’t separated by solid walls and locked doors.

[lanafofana]

Snippet Sunday pt. 2

Thankies for the tag @vespaer77!!!

More Durge x Tav brainrot. This from the file tentatively titled "Meet Not Cute"

Awareness, when it comes, is a torrent of awful sensations. A horrible pain that beats like a heartbeat in his skull, a wriggling behind his eye that makes his stomach twist, and an overwhelming stench of blood, ash, and sulfur that somehow manages to line both his nose and his throat and his lungs with utter pervasiveness. Most pressing of all is the feeling of something soft and warm tapping him gently but insistently on the tip of his snout. Without opening his eyes he instinctively darts his hand up to grab it. He curls his clawed fingers around the offending thing and hears an accompanying gasp before whatever is in his grasp begins to tug, as if to break free. His eyes slit open and he stares in puzzlement at what he finds.  A woman with wide frightened eyes stares at him cautiously, her struggles giving way to wary curiosity. “Are you,” she licks her lips, eyes flicking down to where his hand encircles her wrist. “Are you still…you?”  The question should not be difficult but when he tries to pull an answer from his mind about who exactly he is a sharp pain jolts him so suddenly he releases her wrist in favor of clutching at his own head, grunting at the vicious agony.  “Well the other one didn’t react like that so I suppose you are.”  “The…other?” He shakes his head to clear it, his vision smearing around the edges till he can focus back on her. “He came in through that, er, door,” she gestures to a round orifice looking thing set in the wall. “Saw me and charged me with a knife.”  Climbing out of the pod he gives her unimpressive stature a skeptical look. “And you killed him? Impressive.” “What? Oh no!” She gestures to where a pair of legs are sticking out from under a broken pod. “The ship shuddered, I lost my footing and that pod broke loose from the tier above us. Squashed him flat.”  “Hm.”  “Anyway, hello! I’m Tav. Who are you?” “I’m...” He half expects another wave of agony but instead, like a muscle memory, he blurts, “The Dark Urge.” The Dark Urge?  “Oh!” She registers it and scrunches her nose at him. “That’s…that's not a name.”

I already tagged for this earlier so I'll skip it this time. I will tag @wizardsimper @roguishcat and @aryancunin not as a call to participate, but to provide you with more of my burgeoning DurgeTav writings that have consumed me body and soul lately <3

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOCHES!! Hii my lovely dove!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ʚ🍓ɞ

Okay okay! I know I’m flooding your inbox again but I have some fluff! (With angst) so if you don’t mind! —Okay I just have to say that soft Dottore is <3 especially since he’s cold and serious all the time (and doing evil man things) so him being soft for his lover could make me cry!! (especially since although he may have a soft spot for you him actually being full blown soft is like once in a blue moon) Okay okay so! Dottore most likely takes a few weeks or maybe more than a month to make new medication for Fragile!Reader whenever his last prototype fails. And with it I’m sure he gets frustrated, of course never to sweet little you. But, at times these medications he makes can have their side effects. Which is why Dottore almost always supervises you himself whenever he injects you with these medications. Since well, your fragile body sometimes may reject them, or lead to you on some occasions feeling fatigued or nauseated. So usually when you do receive a new medication you find yourself in his lab for most of the day. Always having to inform him how you’re feeling and if something feels off. Zandik of course is always keeping a keen eye on you even if he might be busy with some experiment. As one moment you can be talking about some fun thing you had done with the clones a few days ago, and the next you could be vomiting or worse, faint. So to say that Zandik isn’t concerned about you is an understatement. He really wishes he didn’t have to experiment new medications on you every few weeks or so to hopefully cure your illness. (He has injected at times some of his “patients” with the medication he’d use before giving it to you, but since your body is frail and weak the outcomes are always much different than compared to a regular healthy person) but Zandik would definitely let you sit on his lap while he works. Since he knows you’re very very vulnerable in this state. Which he doesn’t mind (as much as he hates to admit it Dottore is quite possessive over you) and he’ll even gently caress your hair with his free hand while the other writes away. So although you may feel yucky and absolutely exhausted. Zandik tries his best to alleviate your pain. Since you always say that being near him or being held by him makes you feel 1000% better. (Which he knows may not be true in actuality, but he just wants to make his lover happy) ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

But I hope you enjoy this brainrot I thought of this at like 12 AM at midnight since the power in our neighborhood was out for a whole 2 hours this past Sunday. It was kinda creepy seeing all the houses and streetlights have no lights turned on. The heat was unbearable Ꮚ ᵒ̴̶̷̥ ‸ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥ Ꮚ but I hope you’re doing absolutely wonderful! I love u so so much I give you so many hugs and chu chus!! I just wanna squeeze n cuddle u smooches !!! >< may you have an absolutely wonderful week and continue enjoying the rest of your summer!

-From your dear boo boo 🎐 anon! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

🎐 ANON BACK AGAIN WITH THE BEST BRAINROTS!!!

I am happily consuming soft Dottore, thank you for this sm 😭 (soft dot has been on my mind lately, I'm just. I need him to cuddle me) You’re so right, if he isn’t being serious, he’s being cunning or mocking too, so seeing him being actually genuine with his love for you!! Is so! <33 You can’t help but feel special because you’re the only person who will ever witness him like this!

It’s kind of funny actually. Dottore, the mad doctor, spending this much time on a cure. Helpful medicine. Everyone else would guess that instead he’s concocting poisons and injections to hurt others with (which they aren’t wrong) but they would never guess he’s carrying out genuine doctor things. Which he honestly couldn’t blame them for. If anyone saw how softly he acted with you, well… either they’d be dead, or he’ll never live it down if it was one of the Harbingers.

You dread taking new medications or getting shots, but you can’t help but feel you owe it to Zandik. You know how hard he works on these things, only for them to not work. His expression remains the same but you know he feels disappointed every time nothing seems to change in your condition. At the very least, you have a good amount of time to finally hang around him uninterrupted. Archon knows how challenging it is to be a Harbinger’s spouse, much less Dottore’s, with his schedule and lack of time. And to have his undivided attention on you? Phew.

Being treated by him so softly is enough to make you swoon!! But too bad you feel too tired to do that, so you have to opt for snuggling into his chest on his lap (which is arguably more comfy than your bed.) Feeling his gloved hand stroke your hair along with the soothing sound of pen against paper is far more relaxing than you thought it’d be. It felt like you could sleep for hours. Seeing him so concerned about your needs was so <3 to you, even though you felt crappy and down, he still wanted to be in your company and comfort you too <3

Omfg I love this crazy psycho doctor man so much. He would be so good with you too, he would have all the necessary equipment and such when you start to show certain side effects, already have his bed prepared for you to nap in if you get tired. He has many notebooks dedicated to you and how your condition, mental and physical, has changed over the countless years, he even has a section for new things he noticed about you and certain things you told him that he found amusing. Of course the lengths he would go to for you is limitless and he’d have some unwilling test subjects ready for whatever batch of medicine he’s working on next 🚶‍♀️(This is a little hc I thought of literally just now, but I was thinking, since he’s a doctor and all, he probably draws diagrams of the body every now and then, so what if he doodles you sometimes ;( he finds himself drawing your hand with your wedding ring on it!!)

I’m so sorry about your power! I would be so scared, I hope you’re okay now 💖 I am doing fine, I hope you are too my dear boo boo 🎐 anon 🫶🥰 GIVING YOU MORE HUGS AND KISSES SMOOCH!!! ILY!! ENJOY YOUR WEEK TOO!! As for me, I just hope I’m able to move around this summer. Whenever it’s hot, all my energy is sapped out of my body lol🧍‍♀️

[charlotte-family-apologist]

for Artist Ask 👀

3. How many classes have you taken? 14. Do you ever collaborate with others? 23. Do you draw more fanart, or more original art?

Thank you for asking!

Only the ones I took in middle and high school so not a lot and none professional. All information from them has basically left my mind (and teachers didn’t focus on me because “I already knew what I was doing” lol) so I consider myself self taught.

Asides from magma no. I’d like to! but I’m too nervous to reach out and ask 😅

Mostly fanart right now because brainrot has consumed me. I still draw a lot of my non fandom ocs but I don’t post them because I don’t think people would care that much and I’m fine keeping them to myself.

[peariandpine]

Just wanted to let u know that despite having read HEOD over a year ago at this point, it still lives rent free in my head

Like I'm out here minding my own business consuming some other piece of media and my brain is always like "ah. wonder what those guys would do in this situation" like it's so silly but this fic literally changed my brain chemistry. hope u have a good day <3

omg you have a good day too! Glad we're in this brainrot together <3

[bidonica]

a good old get to know me meme

Tagged by @bigre-fichtre! thank you oomfie!

3 ships you like:

thee big one... Jaime x Brienne in asoiaf, I've been ride or die for them since like 2006 when I read Storm and AFfC back to back, they are two character I love individually but their chemistry, the way their storylines thematically intertwine, the dialogue they get to have? Unsurpassed. GRRM your mind

if you think I have Otasune brainrot lately just keep in mind that I'm editing myself down A LOT. Like I started playing the metal gears a little over a month ago and I've been obsessing ever since, which is remarkable because I have historically leaned towards het ships at least when it comes to getting really intense about them, I thought I lacked the fujo gene... they are THAT powerful... can love bloom even on a battlefield? Hell yeah it can and it WILL (this phrase applies so well to JB too btw)

grouping larycent and higgsfragile together because they are lowkey the same flavor of problematic: they are carried by the sour yet enticing flavor of devastating betrayal, of a good thing that got ruined, the scorpion and the frog etc.

First ship ever: nice question! I don't remember! I eased into shipping pretty gradually and fully embraced it pretty late (like late teens?) buut mayyybe Rogue and Gambit from the X-Men via the og cartoon

Last song you heard: Spotify tells me it's Entre Dos Tierras by Heroes del Silencio... I pulled it up because of Till Lindemann's cover which is on rotation on the rock radio I listen to and was rocking to it only for my brother to absolutely obliterate me saying "it sounds like a mashup of various songs by I Nomadi" iykyk

Currently reading: I am having the nastiest reader's block in 2024 I am even having trouble listening to audiobooks so yeah there are books I am "reading" but am I, really. But I just loaded the mgs4 novelization into my kindle........... in this vein I've probably been reading more words of fanfic in the past month than I did in the past couple of years cumulatively. Yes it's because of the metalgears leave me alone

Currently watching: Mary & George, also Fallout and Shogun but I'm following these two with other people so I'm taking it slower than most of you guys

Currently consuming: as in eating? nothing, it's too early for dinner and to be honest yesterday's night out was kinda wild I better leave my stomach alone (I won't)

Currently craving: that thing most mammals crave in spring

tagging (if you want) @cthaehbutwithafrog, @raiden-brannigan, @sanctaignorantia, @godtier1, anyone who has fun doing this kind of thing

[nubisaureus]

office sex with Wriothesley

pairing: fem!reader x Wriothesley, undercover agent!reader x Wriothesley, sub!reader x Dom!Wriothesley

content(s): pet names (princess, innocent little thing), spanking, bondage, hint of breeding?, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, implied voyeurism, exhibitionism, marking, improper use of Cryo?, cockwarming, cuddling, oral fixation, D/s, praise, slight degradation

word count: 1.76k

NSFW, minors DO NOT interact

a/n listen I'm in my Wriothesley brainrot era so i just had to T^T been having the unholiest thoughts about this man (SIGH. HE GOT ME DOWN BAD.)Anyways, enjoy! <3 ps. not proofread otherwise assignments would kick my ass faster than yall be pulling for waifus and husbandos pps. yes the formatting is sloppy but bear with me I can't stick to one style to save my life I swear

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«Wriothesley…» you whine as the black haired man passionately ravishes your neck, a trail of sloppy kisses coating it with his saliva.

«Hm?» he acknowledges your call, his lips pressing ever so roughly on your sensitive neck, focusing on the crook.

«The office door is not locked.» you state, unable to tear your hands away from his hair, as if it were the only thing keeping you from losing your mind for the Lord of the Fortress you were supposed to be working for and have a mere professional relationship with.

«And..?» his head wanders around, his lips landing on your collarbone, sucking the skin on it, which would have undoubtedly left a hickey.

«And..someone could walk in on us.» you distance yourself a bit, taking him in. You need to kiss every scar on his goddamn body and face.

«Didn't think you'd mind that. Considering how you touch yourself in your cell whenever the guards are not around.» he wasn't wrong.

«How the fuck do you know that?»

«Such an innocent little thing. I know everything that happens in my domain.» he tears your shirt open, revealing the lack of a bra.

«You were eager to say the least, weren't you, [y/n]?» he gropes one breast, using his Cryo vision to slightly make your nipples cold, sending shivers down your spine.

«I- I wouldn't say that..» you feebly protest, as he grabs you from behind, making your bodies crash together.

You whine at the sudden sensory overload. Your skin was too sensitive after his little ice trick.

Your clothed crotches rub against each other, the friction intensifying your arousal.

«Feeling good?» he whispers in your ear, blowing a little bit of air in it.

«Yes daddy.» you mewl, as he roughly tears your shorts apart.

«Spread your legs wide, princess.» he orders, his voice raspy.

You can't help but comply, and soon enough your panties lie somewhere on the floor, just a useless trinket.

He traces your outer labia with one icy cold finger.

«So wet. And I haven't done anything yet.» he murmurs, while you can't help but try to get him closer to you.

You want his mouth on yours, so you grab him, his lips crashing onto yours as soon as he's close enough, making you moan on the spot.

With every expert movement of his tongue, every gentle tug at your hair, every cold breath on your lips, you got needier. Like an insatiable hunger was consuming you from your very core.

As he's bent on you, his tongue intertwining with yours, you hear metal clatter in the background.

And soon enough, the source of the sound becomes clear: his handcuffs.

The same handcuffs he'd always toy around with, resulting in prisoners being intimidated, while you both knew it was a game he enjoyed playing when he had to act like you two were just the Duke and an inmate like any other.

He snaps them open, making you sit up straight.

«Chest out, pretty girl. Put those arms behind you.» you do, and your breasts perk out at the motion, sending them jiggling in front of his hungry eyes.

You can sense the intensity in his stare: it feels like your body is about to catch on fire; he's staring at you like you're his prey, all his to enjoy.

«Such a good girl..» his words feel like electricity as he snaps the two metal rings onto your wrists, the sudden cold material making you flinch.

«Thanks daddy.» you give him the doe eyes, doing your best to display how submissive you feel, the growing bulge telling you you were doing a good job.

«You're so fucking gorgeous, princess.» he growls as he bends you over.

«That's it. Ass up for me. Spread those legs again.»

You can feel the cold air caressing your outer labia, yet can't determine where it comes rom: is it his breath? Is it him using his Cryo powers?

As three fingers enter you, your thoughts come to a halt: your entire mind gets flooded with pleasure, all the brain centers suddenly overstimulated simultaneously.

His free hand grabs your bound wrists, tugging at them so that you'd rise up a bit, making his fingers go deeper.

«That's it. Take them all. I know you want it.»

«N-ngh…» is the only sound you can mutter, as he uses his thumb to apply pressure on your clit, the pleasure so intense your vision starts blurring and little tears start rolling down your cheeks.

«F-fuck..!» you scream, but then bite your lip, the fear of being discovered subconsciously stopping you.

Smack.

A hard spank on your left butt cheek.

As his hand connects with your soft and warm flesh you squeal in surprise, drawing a hiss out of him.

«Wrio-» another spank.

«Try again, princess. I'm sure you'll find it in that pleasure intoxicated brain of yours, won't you?»

«Yes daddy.» your mouth moves before your brain, and you get rewarded with a kiss on the ass, exactly where his hand print is, you reckon.

«Don't you dare be quiet. I want to hear how much you desperately crave it, princess.» his voice is thick and raspy, lust corrupting his usual calm manner of speaking.

«B-but the door…!» you object, only to get spanked again.

«And what IF they hear you? Are you afraid they'll discover how much of a slut you are for me and my cock, hm?» he buries his fingers deeper in your pussy, leaving only his knuckles out.

«A-ah..!» you scream, arching your back higher.

In. Out. In. Out.

At one point you start bucking your hips to meet him, evidence being his groaning as your ass smacks his wrist, causing a slapping sound that echoes in the silence of his office, amplified by the hollow space beneath the floor.

«You're so tight..!» he groans, as he continues fingering you.

You moan his name over and over again, unable to resist his carefully calculated motions.

«I..I think I'm gonna cum..!» you scream yet again, as he inserts one last finger. Four long fingers stretching you out.

But, to your disappointment, it's over way too soon.

He retracts, leaving you hungry and empty, needing to be filled, a sense of emptiness overwhelming you.

«Daddy please…» you whine, as he lifts you up, making you sit with your legs spread out and your pussy facing him.

He shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you instinctively suck on them.

As you suck on his fingers drool starts escaping the corners of your mouth, dripping on your bare breasts.

Then suddenly you feel yourself drop on your knees, and uncontrollable urge to suck him off blossoming inside you.

«Oh? You're that eager, huh?» he comments, as he drags his fingers around, smearing your lips and cheeks with your own saliva. And then his cock is out in all its glory.

«I know, I know, princess. You want it so badly, don't you?» you nod eagerly, hands still tied behind your back.

You don't wait for his permission, you just take it in your mouth; his ungodly moans fill the room: there's just something so primal in hearing him moan your name with his voice, something that makes your arousal drip down your thighs.

He grabs your hair, moving your head up and down on his shaft, and you eagerly go along with it, feeling the taste of his pre-cum starting to spill.

«That's it, princess. Don't stop…!» he basically screams, as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth: finally, after what it seems like an eternity to him, he erupts in orgasm, spurting in your mouth.

You lick your lips clean as he helps you back to your feet, his eyes veiled with a post orgasmic bliss you know way too well.

«You've been so good, princess. You deserve a reward.» he cooes, kissing you. His hands are on your back, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss.

«Tell me. – his cold breath tickles your lips, making you shiver – You want my cock, don't you?»

You nod, staring at him in pure spellbound attraction. You can't tell what feeling rises in your heart, so you decide to ignore it for the time being.

Soon enough you can feel the delicious sensation of him stretching you out with his cock, filling you up to every last inch. You finally feel full again, the uncomfortable emptiness gone, filled by the only thing you had desired all day: HIM. You cry his name out, as he relentlessly pounds into you, your tits jiggling with every thrust of his big cock.

«You're even tighter now..!» he screams, as he continues pounding: his cock repeatedly hits your G-spot, making you see stars.

The pleasure is just too good, too overwhelming, your insides clenching around him, milking him dry.

«Daddy please I want to touch you..» you whine, as he relentlessly hammers himself into you.

«Please..» you beg again, extending your head to kiss his neck.

«You're so fucking cute, princess. Alright.» he finally gives in, freeing your wrists.

Your hands are instantly on his shirt: you tear it open, revealing his toned body marked with numerous scars.

You kiss one on his neck, licking his skin; little goosebumps surface, making you shiver.

Every thrust has your bodies crashing together, and you hold onto him for dear life, your nails probably leaving marks on his body, marking him like he marks you.

«I need you to cum with me, princess..!» he growls in your ear, as his mouth is now on your neck, biting hard, literally forgetting about the secrecy you were supposed to maintain.

His fingers travel down, and soon enough your clit is assaulted by his perfect ministrations, making you twitch and pant, your body leaning on him for support.

«Come on, princess. Give it to me. I need you to give me your all.» he cooes again, and soon enough you're cumming all over him, coating his shaft with your sweet arousal.

He follows right after, his cum filling you up to the brim, so much it starts leaking out, trickling down your spread thighs.

«That's a good girl.» he praises you, still inside you. He has no intention to break that sweet link between you two.

You end up cuddling with him on his lap while he's sitting on his office chair. He's covered you with his coat, making you rest his head on his warm chest, and you finally stop wondering if the entirety of the Fortress heard you or not.

[immortaljailor]

9 People to Get to Know Better (Tag Game)

alright...this year I'm resolving to be more of an active participant in fandom...this year I'm resolving to be more of an active participant in fandom...thank you to @dustykneed for tagging me, I'll try to do my best with this!

3 ships you like:

Outside of the obvious (*cough*persistent star trek brainrot*cough*) I'm gonna say Winterbaron (Bucky Barnes/Zemo), Barmaro (Nick Amaro/Rafael Barba from That Cop Show That is Still Somehow Being Aired), and LinSu (Lin Chen/Mei Changsu from Nirvana in Fire aka 琅琊榜). What do these have in common? Almost nothing lol, but maybe there's an argument to be made about a common "on the surface we seem so different/present ourselves differently, but deep down we understand a part of each other in a way no one else does (whether we like/admit it or not)" dynamic.

First ship ever:

I legitimately do not remember this, but I've kept a journal/diary since I was 7, and once I went to look up the entries around when I first discovered fandom (early teens, 12-14 ish) and would you believe it, there's a page of me yelling very passionately about Spones and Mckirk, which...is just mind-boggling to me because I've always thought my first ship was Stanner (Tony Stark/Bruce Banner). So I'm still claiming Stanner, but...LMAO

Last song you heard:

...to answer this honestly, it was technically a rather...sub-par rendition of Eminem's "Rap God" by my very dear sister during last night's post new year's dinner living room karaoke. The last song that came up on my phone playlist though was apparently "San Francisco" by The Mowgli's.

Favorite childhood book:

"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" (a collection of recorded conversations between Ralph Leighton and the titular Richard Feynman)—yeah you can tell I was a fun kid 😭

Currently reading:

"The Rise of Modern Chinese Thought" (《现代中国思想的兴起》) by Wang Hui which is like...an analysis of the connection between Chinese political culture and classical Chinese philosophy. I think. I'm only like 50 pages in and I'm discovering that I may be too stupid to really understand what's going on. Also, "Like the Argonaut" by trash_heron on Ao3 which is a (still in-progress) Spones epic that's in the middle of going through all of TOS with some really interesting worldbuilding things and integration of other Trek series with the TOS events.

Currently watching:

The Bear, which I'm enjoying a lot even though I'm watching it...incredibly slowly due to constantly getting distracted by other things 😭

Currently consuming:

Leftover dimsum from breakfast/brunch 👍

Currently craving:

Bones McCoy content, always craving more Bones content 💙💙💙

Tagging (absolutely no pressure!! ...I only have like 20 mutuals so to reach 9 about half of you are being tagged I'm so sorry):

@chucktaylorupset @themf-scholar @youandthemountains @fluffy-leech @fely-v @endren @milarca @bogwarg @hopefulcanary (and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it obviously)

[discobrainrot]

Kim/Harry for the ask meme? Sorry if someone already asked

Anon. Anon.

PANDORA'S BOX, ANON.

YOU JUST RIPPED THE FUCKING LID OFF.

So, this might be my OTP, so uhhhhhh this one might be longer than the others (somehow lmfao). God, I have so many, this is gonna be hard to pick. More folks can ask for HCs for these guys. Hell, ask me for HCs about them in different AUs!!! I have HCs for days!!!!

1. Harry is the first person to treat Kim like this.

"Like this." That's a broad statement. It's a broad statement for a reason.

Harry is an all-encompassing experience. He assaults the senses from every conceivable angle. Sight, sound, scent - I imagine you can practically taste his sweat from across a room. A warm blanket. A void that swallows the world. You are either consumed Harry Du Bois, or you aren't. There's no in-between.

So, when Kim is the centre of Harry's attention, it's like nothing he's ever experienced. No one has seen Kim like this. But, at the same time, no one has witnessed the raw core of his being and not understood it in such a visceral, primal way.

It's not "you should take those racist comments as a compliment," it's "what's Seol?" It's not "you're one of the good gay people,'' it's "what's homosexuality?"

All Harry knows is how to pick at scabs, tear at stitches, and pull the lifeblood out of people's veins. It's raw. It hurts.

It's beautiful.

Kim has never been put on a pedestal before. He's always been the second, third, even fourth choice. He copes with people implying (or outright stating) that he doesn't belong because of his race (and certainly his sexuality, although we don't encounter that in game). He's a self proclaimed spoilsport - not who the 57th would really want present for a Cop-Off. He's nothing special in his own eyes. Just getting by.

But Harry... Oh, Harry. He wants every part of Kim the way that no one else has. He wants the things that make him angry. The things that make him sad. He wants the parts that Kim hid long, long ago. He wants what hides under the survival instincts and professionalism. He wants to dance in a church.

And, by god, Kim wants to dance, too.

2. Kim was infatuated first, but Harry was in love first.

I think that Kim got butterflies when Harry called him cool on the balcony, but he wasn't completely caught off balance. It was... nice. It was something fun, but it didn't make him fall hard and fast. Attraction is one thing, but I don't think Kim would have fallen first.

Harry, though... Ten days. I think ten days is all it would take for him. I think he's in love the second he asks Kim to join the 41st, but he doesn't have the words to explain it. He just knows that he doesn't want a life without Kim.

Maybe it's the skills trying to protect him (especially having recently experienced the Final Dream), or maybe they're as lost as he is. They just think he's fucking cool. They know he's important. But this is a new kind of deification. With Dora, it was straight forward.

A beautiful woman gives Harry the time of day. Done. Cross your lungs, get on your knees. Easy as 1, 2, 3.

Kim, though? Oh man. He's cool. He knows shit. He can play pinball (cool) but hates it (even cooler). Did you know that there's a very, very slim chance of Kim actually managing to shoot the body out of the tree? BECAUSE IT HAPPENED IN ONE OF MY PLAYTHROUGHS. It blew my mind, and in that instant I was RIGHT with Harry.

Call me Disco "Would Do Anything For Kim" Brainrot. (I mean, call me Misc or Milo, but you know lol).

Regardless - Harry is in love. He's off his rocker, totally, deeply in love way before the word materializes in his broken brain. And as he grapples with everything, Kim preens under his attention. He thinks it's cute. He thinks it's nice to feel wanted.

Still waters run deep, but he's underestimating the depth of Harry's rapids. Welcome to the undertow, boys.

3. Kim can't pronounce Harrier with his accent.

Look. You can't take this from me. If anyone finds the Derierre Du Bois post, please link it b/c I can't find it right now.

But come on. Come on.

Harrier? In the language that decided pronouncing "H" and "R" are optional? I know that his voice actor can say "Harry" and "Harrier." I simply Do Not Care.

It's AH-ree-AH instead of "Harrier." It's AH-ree instead of "Harry."

THAT is why it's "Detective" or "Officer" most of the time. He's fucking embarrassed, but Harry loves the way Kim says his name.