#not tagging all these mfs this was enough trouble...

[homefryboy]

expressed this sentiment before but I like when there’s 2 bad guys and they’re shaped like this

for examples

[allthesmutl0vers]

Dating Fred and George Weasley Headcanons

MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Masterlist Requests/Asks: OPEN (please read) Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley Request: Not a request just wanted to write to fight writer's block. TW: Sexual Situations, Kinks, Some Fluff, Pseudo-Twincest A/N: I feel like I ate with this, tbh. Been working on it for two mf days. 😮‍💨💞 I hope you enjoy! Comment here if you want to be added to the tag list for any/all HP content.

Please feel free to let me know how you feel about this. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ✨💞

How you got together:

You had been friends with them forever, but you never expected them to have the same feelings towards you as you did for them. None of you were willing to admit it until it was called out by Ginny and her loud ass mouth when she told you guys to 'just fucking kiss already, for Merlin's sake.'

They had just finished a match against Slytherin and won, of course, so their adrenaline was already flooding. You had opened your mouth to fire back at Ginny with some sarcastic ass comment when Fred grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, stealing the breath right out of your lungs.

When Fred finally pulled back, your head was in a daze, and before you could suck in a breath, George grabbed you by your waist, dipped you, and kissed you with the same passionate intensity.

After that, everything else was history, and the only thought any of you could form was, 'Why didn't we do this sooner?'

Fred

Song that best describes your relationship with Fred:

Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship (Iykyk)

Nicknames he has for you:

Darling: His go-to nickname, he uses it all of the time.

Love: Uses this one when he is being extra lovey, or giving you presents.

Sweetheart: (this one is for when you're in trouble and he wants you to know it)

Kinks:

Biting: Fred loves to bite you while he's fucking you. Leaving trails of bite marks all over your neck and going down your collarbones and, especially, between your thighs when he's eating you out. Though he never breaks the skin, he does bite hard enough to bruise. Fred's biggest turn-on is the sounds that leave your lips when he bites down hard and then licks and kisses the same spot, melting pain with pleasure until you can't tell the difference.

Bit of an exhibitionist: Nothing revs Fred up more than the risk of getting caught, especially if it's George walking in when he has you bent over, face down, ass up. He knows you're with George, too, but it's not necessarily about who catches you two in the act. It's about simply being caught.

"Looks like we've been caught, darling," he taunts with a dark chuckle and pulls your head back by your hair to make you look at George while he pile drives into you from behind. "Show Georgie how good I make you feel. Come on, let him hear how I make you scream."

Begging: Hearing you beg, 'Just fuck me already,' almost makes him break and do it. His response? Shoving his cock down your throat, all the while taunting you with little phrases like, 'What was that, darling? Didn't quite catch that,' or 'But you look so good, down on your knees begging for me.' He will definitely give you what you want, but only after tears are running down your cheeks as your need becomes almost too much to bear. Almost. He's not a complete sadist, after all.

Honorable Mentions:

Hair Pulling I mean, need I say more?

Teasing at the MOST inappropriate times, family dinner? Ha, his fingers are right at the apex of your thighs, silently challenging you to keep your facial expressions schooled.

Breeding Kink: You think he doesn't fantasize about filling you up so fucking full with cum, that it's only thanks to your birth control you haven't gotten pregnant yet? That's fucking adorable.

Favorite Positions:

Face down, ass up: What's not to love? It's the perfect position for Fred to slam into you at the brutal pace that leaves you cock-drunk. Perfect for him to either hold your hips still or slam you back onto his cock to match his pace, all the while leaving perfect little fingertip bruises on your hips. Even better is when he pulls you back, flush to his chest, a large hand holding just under your chin, supporting your weight while he leaves a trail of bite marks down your neck and shoulders while you whimper and plead for mercy, not that you actually want it, he just loves to hear you beg.

Against a wall: Being the exhibitionist he is, Fred will fuck you any and everywhere. An empty classroom, a broom closet, the locker room after an intense quidditch match, win or lose, he doesn't care. So long as he gets you. But there is just something about holding you up with your legs wrapped around him, back pinned to the wall (or a locker), that makes Fred fucking feral. The way he can watch your pupils blow with arousal, your lips part and quiver as your orgasm crashes into you like a fucking freight train, the way you tug on his hair as if you're trying to keep some semblance of grounding as you feel your soul leave your body. Fuck, he's sure he's never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Spit roasting: When you're on all fours on the bed (or anywhere, really), and he pounds into you while you suck off George. Fucking you so hard it forces you to take more of George down your throat. What are brothers for? He's not sexually attracted to George, but there's nothing like watching you take his other half while he slams into you. Both of them work in a delicious and synchronized rhythm, filling you up so full that you might just burst, will burst. Body trembling while George offers you sweet praise and Fred reaches around your body, rubbing tight and fast circles over your clit; all the while, they drag you further and further down to hell or up to heaven. Is there even a difference anymore?

Random Head Canons:

Fred is more possessive, not so much that you're not allowed to have friends of the opposite sex. He knows full well he can trust you to tell him if someone makes you uncomfortable. He knows damn well you're not going to be fucking around with anyone else, given how fucking incredible he and George make you feel. Possessive in the aspect that he will brutally, if not mercilessly, prank anyone who so much as looks at you in any way that isn't platonic.

When you chastise him for these methods, he stops because you are bloody terrifying when you're truly angry. He switches to pulling you onto his lap or brushing your hair over your shoulder in front of them to reveal the litter of bite marks he made or the hickies that George made all over your neck, all with the cockiest fucking smirk on his face.

Fred's Ideal Date: While he loves being buried deep inside of you, he loves treating you to an adventure. His favorite? Walking into the forbidden forest, finding the perfect place to swim (he found the best swimming hole with a ledge to jump off of.) In the warmer months, he'll pack a lunch and take you here, loving the adrenaline rush of jumping and diving off of the small cliff ledge. Swimming behind the waterfall and exploring the caves inside with you. In the colder months, he will challenge you to a snowball fight in the courtyard, George is allowed, too, of course, but one of them will always be on your side against the other. Otherwise it's not really fair, is it?

George

Song that best describes your relationship with George:

Ride - SoMo

Nicknames he has for you:

Baby/Baby girl: Uses this as a placement for your name.

Little One: Uses this when he's teasing you; typically whispers it in your ear when his hands are around your waist. Or when he is watching Fred fuck you before he steps in and joins.

Mine/Ours: Uses this one the most in the bedroom when either he or both of them are fucking you.

Kinks:

Hickies: While Fred loves biting, George is a little more gentle. Note that I said a little. He'll fuck you like a whore in church, but he prefers to drag out the pleasure by sucking the soft skin right behind your ear all the way down your body down to your clit, right to his favorite part on your body, which brings me to my next point-

Eating you out: Holy. Fucking. Shit. If this was an Olympic sport, George would take the gold every single fucking time. Sure, Fred knows how to send you over the edge, but George takes his time. Licking and sucking your clit with slow, purposeful movements, drawing out sounds from your throat that sound inhuman. The way his fingers curl just fucking right inside of you, thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, scissoring them to spread your walls and thrust his tongue in and out. Seriously, this man would live between your thighs if he could. Sending you over the edge again and again with just his devilish fucking tongue and fingers, he gets off on that shit, literally. This man has cum simply from eating you out before.

Edging: Remember how I said George is 'a little more gentle'? This is what I meant by that. George's favorite hobby when he's buried deep inside of you is bringing you right up to the edge, then pulling out, leaving you feeling empty as your walls clamp around nothing. You whine, and you whimper, and suddenly, he thrusts into you with a snap of his hips. Only to do it all over again.

"You want me to fill you up, baby? Is that what you want?" He teases as he only pushes his tip inside. You try to rock against him, to take him in deeper to satisfy the craving inside of you. "Hmm, I'm not sure you deserve it," he taunts as his thumb lands on your clit. Just as you open your mouth to beg, his hand grips your throat, and he slams into you so hard you see stars, his cock buried so deep that you swear you can feel him in your guts as he finally lets you cum with an Earth-shattering cry around him.

Honorable Mentions:

Choking: Because you know what would make you even more beautiful? A hand necklace. His, to be specific.

Bit of a voyeur: He loves watching you get pounded hard and fast when he typically fucks you hard and slow. The way your face contorts slightly differently when Fred is fucking you amuses him like no other.

Breeding Kink to the fucking MAX: He wants your pussy flooded with cum, if some spills out? No big deal, he'll fuck it right back into you. And after you finish school? Yeah, that shit is going into the fucking trash. (But you have no arguments, tbh.)

Favorite Positions:

Riding him: Guiding your hips, thrusting up into you as your hands rest on his chest to hold yourself up. Sure, George is dominant. But that doesn't love to see the look on your face above him as you come apart, over and over again, until you're a sweaty, shaky mess. George doesn't mind reverse- cowgirl, but he'd much rather see your face as his hand wraps around your throat just hard enough to make you dizzy as he tosses you over the edge, following right behind you.

Missionary (hear me out): Who says missionary is boring? Not you. Sure, nothing beats a bed, but George prefers you laid out across his desk. Or with your legs thrown over his shoulders, ass hanging over the bed as he stands and pounds into you. His thrusts are slow and firm, sliding into the hilt and then grinding against your core, making damned sure to draw out every last moan your body can produce.

Between him and Fred: George is not biased when it comes to fucking you in your ass or your pussy, if he's honest. So long as you're on your knees on the bed, while he's in either hole while Fred is in the other, both slamming into you with an animalistic ferocity. Filling you up so full with their cum that it'll be dripping out of you for days.

Random Head Canons:

George LOVES it when people stare/flirt with you. It drives Fred up the fucking wall when George doesn't try to brutally prank or show off just how much you're theirs. But it gets George off when guys try to flirt with you only to have a drink thrown at them, or you simply laugh at them before pointing out him and Fred. While Fred's anger is palpable, George just winks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe it's the voyeur in him, but he loves watching you interact with people, male or female, because he knows you're not going anywhere except right back to him and Fred.

George's Ideal Date: George loves to fly with you on his broom, you in front of him as he grips the broom between your thighs. His favorite time to do it is at night, flying up so high you swear you can almost touch the stars as you soar over the clouds. You know this is what you two are doing when he bundles you up in one or maybe two of his sweaters. Because Merlin forbid you get cold. If it's too cold to fly or it's snowing, he loves to take a walk to Hogsmeade and share a butterbeer. So long as he's spending time with you, he couldn't be happier.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it. Please don't forget to reblog and comment! ✨✨🤞🏻😇

[cherishedhope]

Dormleaders Reacting to Their Fanbase.

Genre: Crack?? I think it's crack. Not sure. Characters involved: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus. Synopsis: How I think they would react to having so many fans, fanfictions, etc. A/N: I made this a little short. Sorry. :( anyway enjoy!! <3 Disclaimer: This is solely for entertainment purposes only. No hate to any of the ships mentioned!! Characters could potentially be ooc. Mentions of NSFW content but there isn’t actually any in the post. NOT proofread. A/N 2: Malleus’s part was inspired by a convo I had w @moonswolfie . Go follow her. Her twst stories are just- *chefs kiss* Requests: Open!

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— He's a bit shocked that he has a whole ass fanbase. Like-?? What?? I mean, yeah, he's well-known around the school but not for good reasons. But to know that he has thousands of people who actually enjoy are obsessed with him is pretty flattering.

— Ace and Deuce are also just as surprised if not more so. Probably even questioning the tastes of the people in our world.

— Appalled when he sees a bunch of posts dissing his mom. (does find it comforting knowing all of them are on his side and seriously questions his upbringing.)

— Turns into a tomato at an impossible rate of two seconds when he sees that a LOT of people are shipping him with Trey. A bunch of screaming and incoherent stuttering. I don’t think he has ever thought of Trey as more than a friend before. (Ace is dying in the background.) — Cater has already warned him of the nsfw tags so Riddle steers FAR FAR FAR away from it. His brain is already having trouble processing that he has people that ADORE everything about him. He can’t handle reading himself being intimate with hundreds of people. He does read a fluffy fic or two.

— I feel like he would take notes of how he acts in the fanfictions so he can apply fanfic Riddle’s actions to himself.

— Art? People make art of him? — Feels a sense of pride when he looks at the drawings people make of him. He’s flattered!

— Flustered as hell, but also super happy about it. Whenever he feels down he’ll think about all the people that like him and he starts feeling a lot better. :)

— THIS COCKY MF

— HE IS SO SMUG ABOUT IT

— Considers building an entire empire of his own with you guys as his loyal, devoted subjects. Then ultimately decides not to because that’s too much work and not enough time for sleep. (Then again, we would probably understand. You guys wouldn’t dare question HIM, right??)

— Definitely rubs it in Malleus’s face the first chance he gets.

— He is watching every single edit of himself he can find. Y’all don’t understand how big of a stroke this is to his ego. His head?? It's bigger than a hot air balloon at this point. Who wouldn’t react that way if someone made edits of them? It is a huge ego boost!

— Finally, after so long, he isn’t referred to as “Falena’s brother.” No. He is Leona Kingscholar. People like HIM. Hell, he could start an entire army with all the fans he has!

— Nothing can ruin his day.

— …..

— Physically recoils when he sees the Malleus x Leona tag. Powers off his phone and then throws it against the wall. He has never been more disgusted and disappointed in all of his life.

— he still likes you guys!! dw. Just give him a couple minutes hours and maybe he’ll get over it.

— What?

— Sorry, yeah, no, he isn’t believing any of you. There is NO way people would willingly sign up for one of his contracts and enjoy it.

— Once he finally snaps out of Denial River, he is still in disbelief. That quickly gives way to him scheming and plotting on how to use this to his advantage.

— Is a customer acting rowdy after signing one of his deals? Trying to sue him over it? Well, now he has thousands of witnesses to back him up. No one can touch him now. He is the most powerful of all!

— Someone tries to attack him? Tweels, release the hounds.

— He is UNTOUCHABLE

— He's too shy to read the fanfics. And he doesn’t wanna look at the edits of himself either. It makes him cringe inside. Not because of them being made. No, the people creating them have great talent. But the reason is because it's him. — He gets curious after a while and does take a look at one edit. JUST ONE!

— And now he's hiding out in his octopot scrolling through as many as he can find. He cries seeing all the love he gets.

— He prints out some of the fanart and hangs it up in his room.

— Whenever he feels self conscious he looks at the edits and then he’s all smiles and as confident as ever.

— FANS?? HIM??

— EEEE!!!!

— :DDDD

— NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

— SCREAMING! JUMPING ALL OVER THE ROOM! SO MANY FRIENDS! KICKING HIS FEET AND GIGGLING! He wants to meet all of you!

— Feels obligated to read every fanfiction, like every fanart, watch every edit. Not because he wants to make himself feel good about it, but because he wants to see how talented you guys are! And he is not disappointed.

— Gets really sad when he realizes that he can't talk to any of you guys.

— :(

— JamiKali? What’s JamiKali? What's a ship??

— Nsfw?? What does that mean?

— It doesn’t take long for Jamil to take his phone away. He probably even puts restrictions on it so Kalim doesn’t get exposed to the more inappropriate side of his fanbase.

— He does not care.

— Flattered, sure, but not as excited as the others are. Yeah, it's surprising that people still worship the ground he walks on even in another world, but not too shocking.

— He scrolls through a bunch of fan arts and criticizes them. If it doesn't resemble him perfectly then he doesn’t care for it.

— Unironically calls you guys his “adoring” fans.

— Doesn’t even look at the fanfics. He already knows that he'll see things that aren't accurate to his character. (little does he know, a lot of people write him pretty well 😭)

— REFUSES to look at the ships. He doesn’t want to see people shipping him with Neige. He already deals with it from the fans in his world so he doesn’t want to see it in another.

— Most of his reaction to this is basically “um yeah, obviously I have a fanbase. 🙄”

— Like Azul, he also does not believe it. Him?? Why would someone as insignificant as him have a fanbase? You guys must have gotten knocked on the head or something when you were younger.

— Dies and ascends to heaven once he sees that people make fanfics/art/edits of him. HE IS EXPLODING WITH HAPPINESS. Holes himself up in his room and binges e v e r y t h i n g. He makes a collage of all his favorite fanarts and uses it as his wallpaper.

— Dies again when he finds out there are figurines of him. And plushies. And rings. And and and and.

— I think his favorite out of all of this would be the fanart. Have you guys seen Ignihyde stans?? Their art is literally gorgeous omksn

— His hair instantly transforms into pink flames when he spots the ships. Him with Azul? Him with Lilia?? Him with Silver?

— Considers each and every ship he sees. I doubt he can look the other person in the eye for a while.

— His self-esteem grows a lot bit so consider that a job well done for being an Idia stan 👍

— What is a fanbase?

— The only thing this man is going to understand is the art part of everything. He’s probably used to having his portrait done in Briar Valley, so that is the only thing his mind can figure out.

— Other than that, what is a “fan fic”? What is the point of moving pictures of him with upbeat music? A ship? Why do people keep saying he's in a ship with some random person from NRC? He is clearly on the ground by himself.

— After Lilia spends the next three hours explaining everything to clueless dragon boy, Malleus finally slightly understands what the internet is. (He still doesn’t understand ships.)

— So many new additions to the gargoyle club!! On the outside he appears calm and neutral but internally he is ecstatic and doing what humans call “running around the room screaming and crying.” There are so many humans that are interested in him droning on about gargoyles! Some even want to participate in the conversation!

— Sebek is in the background complimenting all of you for having good taste and following the young master.

— He's touched by the fact that so many humans are like Yuu and don’t find him intimidating at all and even look up to him as a father figure :) (Lilia failed to tell Malleus about what the “daddy” comments truly entail. )

— He does not care that you guys are in another world. He is gonna find a way to get into contact w y’all. He is NOT letting this many friends go to waste. 😤😤

[gojoshooter]

On halloween night with boyfriend Sukuna

a/n: i couldn't wait to post this!! enjoyyy <3

Sukuna waiting outside in the car tapping his shoes impatiently as you do the final touches for your halloween party look because the obvious — does he need to try? He's good to go with a bloody wifebeater and skinny jeans to show off his thick thighs.

You literally painted yourself a vampire with bullet in the head and he mumbles “cute” as you enter the car... fix your man?

Okay you did look kinda cute. He's pulling and kissing your plush blood-red lips and grazing his tongue along those fake little fangs. Cute cute cute he coos.

Your pointy black nails are slightly smaller than his real ones, he notes, and they go nowhere else than his big palm that clasp yours all the way to the party. Oh damn your little red dress with black lace all over, that made him trip on nothing with how intense his gaze runs down your height.

He actually puts makeup to not go overboard the intimidation bar. You had to convince your madman to not show up in his true form — he's handsome both ways for sure, but that's not normal to find the father of mf special grade curses goofing at a sorcerer's.

Bold of you to think that would stop his menace genes, cause once you leave his side, he's coming for your two bestfriends. If passive bullying Yuji in his human-earthworm costume who runs almost in tears to Gojo wasn't enough, he calling out Megumi for his (actually pretty) devine dogs mask. Though the most reaction he got out of your raven hair friend was a pissed frown when your boyfriend calls him a “fury brat”.

And as if one personification of headache was less, there comes Gojo Satoru, your former teacher in his highschool uniform with a fake 'Inverted Spear of Heaven' up his neck to save his favourite student. That's a pretty cool idea — you mentally compliment.

“Sukuna-san... I won't appreciate troubling my students in my own house, you know. I'm here though... if you want to take this outside.” Despite the little rivalry they've been up on, it amazes you how similar their challenging look of intimation is, just a little bit cute.

“Coming from your biggest L-taker costume I suppose, Gojo-san?” oh, burn. That's enough, you're on cue as soon as Megumi holds down Gojo from jumping your boyfriend.

“Knock it off, Suku” you warn him, tugging subtly at his tattooed arm. You're more mad at the fact his chuckle did something to your beating little heart. “Can't take you seriously in this cute ass makeup, babe.” Megumi sighs as he walks his sensei away. As much stinky Sukuna's affection seems, atleast he's off the hook thanks to you.

“Alright, show me what your tiny fangs do and maybe I'll stop” he's provoking you now, of course his thousand years d!ck loves to rile you up, you know that. And you're not backing down today.

“When we're home.” your pretty squinted eyes rival his smirk when you press a finger on his chest, and his tall frame over your smaller one. Did he just notice your dark red contacts? Fuck, if not already, he's aroused now.

“Feisty? now that's my type of halloween” he complies with his signature killer smirk.

p.s.: happy halloween >-<!! how can I not write about Suku ^^ been days since i posted lmfao put up with my not so creative ass😭😭 likes & rbs are appreciated babies<3

tags: @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @4sat0ruu @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @nanamikentoseyebags @tojisun @whodoesthatanymore

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating vivi edition

— IM AWARE SOME OF THESE HAVE RLLY BAD BLUE EDITTED HAIR BUT I WANTED TO TRY IT OUT AND SEE HOW IT WAS 😭

— a little different because its still modern au but i wanted to go with teh idea that vivi was still royalty and reader is her rlly hot bf that the public likes, but tabloids hot bc they dont think hes good enough for her ... whatever that trope is im a sucker for so thats why i made it this way

— male reader B)

liked by king[name], igaram, ttchopper, and 530k others

queenvivi: visited drum island <3

tagged: king[name]

dni_nami: popcrave is gonna love this onneee cuz u look so good here vivi !!

-> queenvivi: thank u nami, i miss u sm !

-> uso_pp: popcrave jus posted on twitter "queen vivi slays in recent photo, shocking the entire country"

king[name]: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND ???I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL

freeluffy: vivi when r u going to visit us :////

[liked by princesanji, dni_nami, and 70 others]

king[name]: DO YOU NEED A PET? DO YOU NEED A DOG? I'LL BE A GOOD PET FOR U MY QUEEN

-> queenvivi: ??? babe i'm gonna change your password very soon

-> king[name]: WOOF WOOF WOOOOF

-> dni_nami: this why the media hates u [name]

liked by pell, queenvivi, and 70k others

king[name]: will go to as many boring royalty events if it means im by her side <3

tagged: queenvivi

randomroyallyobsessedfan: UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM I CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO GET MARRIED

queenvivi: you're so handsome in all of these, im the luckiest woman in the world

roro.zoro: can't you get into a lot of trouble with literally every country for complaining abt this???

-> king[name]: proof?

-> roro.zoro: mf wtf do u mean proof??? THE PROOF IS RIGHT IN THIS POST

igaram: i'm going to murder this dumbass boy.

-> king[name]: oooh im telling on you to miss terracota

[liked queenvivi, dni_nami, and 100 others]

princesanji: i can't believe they make queen vivi cover her blue hair for these events, they are suffocating her natural beauty </333

liked by dni_nami, freeluffy, and 103k others

deuxmoi: do you guys remember when vivi and [name] started dating? the royal couple are everyone's favorite pair !! happy four years to the two of them, to many more in the future to the cutest couple in the worllddd!!! p.s. honestly thank god for [name] because we got to see vivi in his iconic leather jacket, hello?! she looks so good!!

tagged: king[name] and queenvivi

randomroyallyobsessedfan: atp if he doesnt propose to her i will

-> anotherrandom: if she doesnt marry him atp i will

uso_pp: its crazy we r literally friends with the queen of a whole country

-> freeluffy: no we are BEST friends with vivi, usopp :DDD

[liked by queenvivi, king[name], and 200 others]

ttchopper: i remember when they first met, vivi was a blushing mess the entire time

-> queenvivi: please do not remind me. its so embarassing chopper.

-> king[name]: my own girlfriend is embarassed of me </3

princesanji: it should have been ME

-> king[name]: you're a fraud dni w me thanks xoxo

liked by robinkills, king[name], and 450k others

queenvivi: what lana said that one time

tagged: king[name]

dni_nami: i pyo to that song where is my credit

king[name]: stop i am NOT a serial killer the tabloids r gonna have a field day w this reference pls

-> uso_pp: if hes a serial killer then whats the worst that could happen to a girl thats already hurt. im alreayd huurutttt

[liked by queenvivi, king[name], and 200 others]

igaram: QUEEN VIVI BLINK TWICE IF U NEED HELP

-> pell: i'm going to confiscate your phone, she is fine. please relax igaram.

liked by queenvivi, princesanji, and 200k others

king[name]: alexa play seven by jungkook EXPLICITY VERSION. EXPLICIT VERSION. EXPLICITY VERSION.

tagged: queenvivi

robinkills: it's like [name] wants to get banned from seeing vivi again

-> king[name]: the entire country trying to keep me out will not stop me from seeing my beautiful girlfriend

dni_nami: seriously??? of all songs???

-> king[name]: its the way that you can ride its the way that you can ride

-> dni_nami: PLEASE SHUT TH EFUCK UP

-> queenvivi: babe please stop i can't keep explaining these references to my father he might kill you

-> king[name]: LEAVE YOU WITH THAT AFTERGLOOOWWWW

roro.zoro: 3d a better song but alright

-> uso_pp: the way you couldn't be more wrong???

king[name]'s story

i would lay down my life to protect this woman form any harm to come her way, some of you simply will NEVER understand

queenvivi replied to your story: i love you so much, let's stay in tmrw to relax

[sugar-omi]

Alright all your Cove and Baxter anguish has me FUCKED UP and I need some adorable Cove fluff to recover. How about a little about Cove and M/C as newlyweds coming home after the honeymoon?

at first i didnt know what to write but then i start thinking n.... pls i love this sm i hope it heals your broken heart <3333

tags : Fluff, cove loves you sm, sharing money (cove shares his money/bank acc w you), he's just in love w you theres nothing else to say

synopsis : how cove acts after your come back from your honeymoon

he's bringing you flowers everyday

at first he brings you a couple bouquets but you've run out of places for them so he just brings you one and add them to your collection.

none of them are the same either

so you have sunflowers, lilies, roses, tulips, peonies, orchids, and many many flowers all in one vase

is it a little ugly? probably. definitely. the colors and sizes n shapes all clash but it's the thought that counts

if you don't like flowers, are allergic, or you get tired of him bring so many...

he brings you food <3

I think one of cove's love languages is food

he brings home sweets like cheese cake or marbled cake

or fudge, or chocolates

or if you aren't into sweets like that, then he'll bring lunch/dinner instead

he's a decent cook, and even if you're bad at cooking he wants you to help him

lots of kissing n half burnt food (he takes whatever portion is burnt so you don't have to eat it)

and he tries to always bring u lunch

if he can't bring you lunch for whatever reason, he either packs one for you or sends you money for lunch

COVE: hi bby, have you eaten yet YOU: im ordering food rn COVE: i sent u 50 is that enough YOU: ?!*!&!(!? YOU: that's too much 😭😭 cove pls YOU: ill send the rest back COVE: keep ot COVE: it* COVE: my money is your money

he does this all the time now, in fact he'll even had you his card

which he's always done before your marriage, but now ge even gets you a card connected to his bank account too

he doesn't even care if you share your money w him too, he just wants to give you everything he has

like if you asked for his shirt in the middle of the store I think he'd ask why n then just give it to you

as if he was gonna say no in the first place 🙄💀💀

he just becomes so much more obsessed w you after you're married

always cuddling or touching u

if you're around your mom's they're always cracking jokes....

especially if you want kids they're all "we're gonna be grandparents soon at this rate lol" (even if u want to adopt or dont wanna birth/can't have kids bc you're amab or infertile or smth)

they just think they're so hilarious 🙄🙄🙄

does he blush bright enough there's steam coming off him? maybe

does he stop? nope!!!

loves you so much, he just needs to be close to you

HAS A PICTURE OF U IN HIS WALLET

omg....

prbly has 2 actually

one is of the two of you bc sometimes he can't believe you're married n he just needs to make sure life is real

n one is of just you in your wedding attire

will talk abt you to anyone who asks or makes a comment

this mf would prbly get a shirt that says "y/n's husband" on the front

even tho it's in small print on the front it's embarrassing.... like pls we get it you're in LOVE

he'd get you both jewelry w your wedding date on it

will hold you up at the door if you try to leave without kissing him

you've always gave him a peck before leaving but now it's WORSE

once he even stopped you in the driveway before you pulled off...

man's ran out of the fucking house in socks and unicorn print sweatpants

you roll down the window "what? what's wrong?!" cove, leaning thru the window and pouting. "kiss."

you look at him in shock n disbelief before you just laugh and kiss him

he taxes you two extra kisses for the trouble, he got his socks wet from running out here!!!

you have to push him off otherwise you're gonna be late to work bc you were too busy making out in your driveway

your single/divorced neighbors hate you

the teens idolize what yall have n their standards got so fucking high after yall moved in

n the old ppl laugh bc they've been there when they married and/or they find it amazing how obsessed cove is w you

if it wasn't such a bad omen or if you didn't disapprove, he'd get your wedding date or your initials tatted on his ankle.

maybe it seems extreme all of this bc I think cove just realizes how amazing you are sometimes n all his love overflows in this way <3333

no matter how old you get he's always gonna run out in the rain, snow, or sunshine n get a kiss if you forget

pfx by the time he's 80 he can't move as fast but he's hustling down the path before you can escape

if you do get away before he can get a kiss though, he is pouting when you come back

[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Thirteen // A MIW/Bad Omens PolyAU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, MM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Taglist (see MP to be added): @ladyveronikawrites @synthetic-wasp-570 @beaker1636 @thesazzb @itsjustemily @vinyardmauro @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @poisongirl616 @shilohrosechicken @th0ughts-pr4yers @meliferafaerie @letmeadoreyoux @latenightmusiclover @transparentwitchnightmare @cookiesupplier @concreteemo @emofangirl02 @rumoured-whispers @somebodyels3 @jakeygvf21 @dominuslunae @sunsshinesunny @jilliemiw86 @h0rr0rqu3en @yournecessaryevil @bloody-delusion-expert @mortallyuniquepeach @missduffsblog

As I glided into the dimly-lit restaurant, I felt a familiar twinge of self-consciousness about the daring ensemble I had picked for tonight. Being with Noah and Chris had given me a confidence in my skin I thought I had lost long ago, but now as the hostess guides me through tables toward Rick I can feel it all coming back again. The short, figure-hugging black dress clung to my curves, the hemline barely grazing the top of my thighs, while the plunging neckline dipped dangerously low, adorned with a cascade of glittering gold jewelry that drew the eye straight down to my chest. I saw some of the men and women turn their heads to get a good look at me, but I kept my eyes on the back of the hostess head trying to keep my legs from shaking.

Paired with towering stilettos and my hair blownout and pinned back so it fell over one shoulder, I knew it was worth all the time I had taken deciding what to wear. Earlier, I snapped and shared a quick "fit check" photo in the group chat with Chris and Noah, who had responded with a flurry of suggestive messages - clearly, they approved. But as I approached the booth where Rick was sitting, his reaction was all I cared about. 

I watched, amused, as he fumbled to stand from the booth hitting his knees under the table, his cheeks flushing crimson as he stammered to find his words, his gaze repeatedly drawn to the tantalizing expanse of bare skin on display. That. That was the moment I knew I had made the perfect choice.

When I finally sat down and he managed to learn syllables again, Rick started on with his usual conversation topic. The more he talked, the more visibly relaxed he became, as if the mere act of conversing was a soothing balm for his troubled mind. Yet, despite his growing comfort, there was an underlying unease in his body language. He avoided making direct eye contact, instead staring intently at his clasped hands, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and the hair tie wrapped around his wrist.

Just then, the waitress arrived at the table, moving with an unusual haste to take down our order. Rick immediately launched back into his customary topics of conversation, the words spilling forth with a newfound fluency. But as he droned on, I reached across the table, gently placing a hand atop his own. The simple gesture was enough to silence him.

 "Rick," I said, meeting his gaze with a reassuring steadiness, "as much as I love hearing about your research and new topics of interest, we really need to talk." 

Rick hesitated, his words coming out in a nervous stammer. "Eve, really, I-I don't think it's necessary," he managed, his gaze darting around the room in clear discomfort.

"Rick, look at me." Reluctantly, he dragged his steel-colored eyes up to meet mine, the raw emotion simmering within them impossible to ignore. His breath uneven and shaky

I could see it all playing out in the depths of his gaze - the hunger, the longing, the thinly-veiled desire that threatened to consume us both. Rick's eyes roamed hungrily over my body, drinking in every inch, and I knew at that moment that it wasn't only dinner he craved. The intensity of his stare leaving me breathless, heart pounding in anticipation.

As I traced delicate circles on the back of his hand paired with my legs subtly shifting under the table as my stiletto heel seductively caressed his calf. I had him squirming in his seat.

“Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, Rick. I find you so attractive, and I’d be lying if I said you watching me the other day wasn’t the hottest experience I have ever had.”

“You have two boyfriends that fuck you constantly. I know! I get the photos and videos to prove it.” He said. Snapping his mouth shut as the waitress set our food in front of us.

“Yes, I do. But that doesn’t stop me from being attracted to you.” I let go of his hand leaning back in the booth. “Honestly, it’s a crime that all of you attractive men find each other and form heavy metal bands. Girls like me don’t stand a chance.” I’m teasing him and he knows it, the sly smile tugging at his lips. We ate our food in silence for a while, halfway through and I couldn’t finish another bite, dropping my fork on the table I wiped my lips before taking a deep breath and asking him the only thing I wanted to ask since I walked in. 

“What do you want, Ricky?” The intensity of his piercing gaze left me feeling flustered and uncertain, as if I had been transported back to my awkward teenage years when the mere thought of physical intimacy filled me with nervous anticipation. Yet, there was an undeniable allure to the way his icy blue eyes bore into mine, a silent plea that hinted at a deep, primal desire. I wanted him, there was no doubt about that. 

“I want you.” 

***

Rick's uncompromising perfectionism was a constant presence in his life, coloring every facet of his thoughts and actions. He held himself to an impossibly high standard, endlessly critiquing his own abilities and performance with a ruthless, unflinching eye. And now, as he hastily ushered us through the front door of his home, that same unyielding drive for flawlessness was obvious. His lips crashed against mine with a desperate, consuming hunger, his body pressing me firmly against the wall in a display of raw, primal passion.

He paused, pulling away as we both caught our breath, the sudden break in our passionate embrace leaving me yearning for more. I expected him to pull me close again, to capture my lips with his own once more in a searing, sensual kiss, but instead he simply stood there, his expression almost dumbfounded as he gazed down at me. Refusing to let the moment slip away, I leaned in closer, my eyes fluttering closed as I tenderly placed my lips against the intricate rose tattoo adorning the right side of his neck. The soft caress of my mouth against his skin caused his body to initially tense up, the delicate touch seemingly electrifying his senses. I could feel the rapid pulse beating beneath the delicate ink, a physical manifestation of the desire and longing coursing through him. For a heartbeat, he remained frozen, his breath hitching in his throat, before finally relaxing into my embrace, surrendering to the intimate connection sparking between us.

I wanted more of him. Reaching down, I grasped the soft, worn hem of his hoodie, fingertips brushing against the faded fabric as I looked deep into his eyes, a silent plea to continue. Without hesitation, Ricky reached behind his back, peeling the sweatshirt off his broad shoulders, shirt included as the garment sliding down his arms to pool at his feet. My lips dropped to the tattoos at his collarbone, trailing delicate kisses along the inked lines, exploring the planes of his chest. Slowly, my tongue extended, flicking at the sensitive nub of his nipple, drawing a hiss of pleasure from his parted lips.

My body trembled as Ricky's soft, sensual kisses traced a delicate path along my skin. Starting at the delicate curve where my chin met my throat, his lips slowly, deliberately worked their way downward, each touch igniting a spark within me. The tender caress of his mouth on the exposed, sensitive skin of my collarbone sent tingles racing across my flesh. Circling back up, he nuzzled the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Gently, he took my earlobe between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly, the subtle pressure eliciting a deep, shuddering gasp from my parted lips. Arching my back, my chest pressed firmly against his, our bodies molding together in a sensual embrace. His strong, calloused hands began to roam, gliding down the gentle slopes of my sides before slipping underneath the silky fabric of my dress. His fingertips danced across the bare, silken skin of my thighs, igniting a smoldering fire that threatened to consume me.

Breathless, we broke apart, Ricky's eyes burning with a fierce and primal hunger.  "We'll need to go upstairs," he growled, voice thick with barely-restrained desire, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I could only nod as I stepped out of my heels, his fingers slowly lacing between my own as he took my hand. Chris and Noah's hands always consumed mine, Rick felt more balanced in my grasp, his thumb rubbing slow circles as we climbed the stairs to his master bedroom.

The short distance to the stairs felt like an eternity, I thought I might burst from the intensity of it all.  We had been friends for a while now and even though I had been to his house before I don’t ever recall having seen his room. He led me down the hall before pushing open the door, at first it was dark and hard to see, with a flip of the switch suddenly the room was bathed in dim lights. The décor was not what I pictured - rather than an overbearing gothic aesthetic, there were only subtle, tasteful accents adorning the walls. The simple bed was a minimalist's dream, draped in dark, moody bedding of black sheets and charcoal gray blankets.

Rick's strong arms wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me flush against his solid frame as his hips pressed firmly into the small of my back. I could feel the warmth of his breath caressing my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. His teeth grazed my ear as his voice melted into my skin, “I love the dress, but it would be better on my floor.” 

His soft lips left sensual kisses as he trailed down the bend of my neck, his lips ghosting over my shoulder as the strap of my dress slowly slid free, exposing more of my bare skin to him. A thrill of nervous excitement coursed through me as I felt the fabric begin to slip from my body, my hands instinctively reaching up to keep myself covered, to maintain some semblance of modesty. But Rick's calloused palms gently grasped my wrists, stopping me in my tracks. "Don't bother," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with desire. "I want to see you. All of you, just like I imagined." His fingers deftly continued their work, peeling away the last barriers between us as his eyes hungrily roamed over every inch of my newly exposed form.

Ricky's hands roamed with a firm, purposeful touch, his fingers caressing and exploring every curve. Spinning me around I gasped when he bent his head to take one of my tight nipples into his mouth. Pushing his body against me as he blindly led us to the edge of his bed. He released my breast with a loud, wet pop, the saliva left behind causing it to perk up even more in the cool air. My hips instinctively rolled against him, desperate for more of his attention. 

He smiled pushing me back till I was lying flat on his bed. His free hand settled on my hip, pressing me down into the mattress softly pinning me in place. 

"Don't worry, baby girl," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with promise. "We'll get there. I'm not like Chris - I like to take my time."

My body was a quivering, panting mess of heightened sensation as Rick's calloused fingers caressed my skin, sending electric tingles through every nerve ending. His rough stubble grazed my delicate flesh, eliciting a shudder of pleasure that radiated outward from where his lips trailed their way down my torso. Every movement was slow and deliberate as he meticulously removed the last shreds of clothing that covered me, his perfectly arched eyebrows raising in a dark, predatory expression as he let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "Look at that, already wet for me," he growled, his voice dripping with a primal hunger that made my pulse quicken and my core throb with desperate need.

His skilled fingers deftly glided across my most sensitive areas, sending tingles of anticipation rippling through my body. With a feather-light touch, he caressed the delicate skin of my inner thighs, inching ever closer to the throbbing heat at my core.

I clutched the bed sheets in a vice-like grip, my knuckles turning stark white as I fought the overwhelming urge to grab him and guide his fingers exactly where I craved his touch the most.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand the delicious agony a moment longer, he finally traced the outline of my sex with his index finger, applying the barest hint of pressure. The sensation had me crying out his name in a desperate, needy whimper, my hips instinctively rolling to meet his touch. 

The sensation of his fingers sliding down my thighs, over my knees, and down to my ankles sent tingles of anticipation through my body. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin as his touch ignited my nerves. His eyes were intently focused, pupils dilated with desire, and his eyebrows raised slightly as he glanced up at me, gauging my reactions. The way his hands then slid back up the other leg, retracing the same path, had me trembling in anticipation. When his palms finally reached the bare skin of my belly, his thumbs grazed over the delicate metal of my navel piercing, sending a shiver through me. He bowed his head, planting soft, featherlight kisses along the curve of my hips, slowly working his way up until no part of my stomach was left untouched.

 "Rick," I panted, my body squirming and writhing under his tantalizing caresses. He let out a low, throaty chuckle, his large hands cupping my breasts as his fingers pinched and rolled my sensitive nipples between them. The combined sensations had me arching my back, desperate for more of his touch, my mind hazy with building desire.

The intricate patterns of his tattoos traced delicate pathways down the contours of my body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each caress. His strong, calloused hands glided over the soft curves of my figure, eliciting a shiver of anticipation as they cupped the supple swell of my ass. Kneading the firm flesh of my thighs, he slowly coaxed my legs apart, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

A wicked gleam danced in his eyes as he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting across my trembling skin. "So much to touch," he purred, the rich timbre of his voice sending delicious shivers down my spine.

“So much to taste.” His talented tongue flicked out, teasing the throbbing clit at my core. The sensation was electric, drawing a desperate cry from my lips as white-hot desire flooded my senses. The wicked smile curling at his lips sent a delicious shiver down my spine as he gazed at me with those intense, smoldering eyes. 

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low and dripping with barely-contained desire. I could only manage a desperate, needy whine in response, my eyes clamped shut as I waited in breathless anticipation for his touch.

 When his fingers finally slid between my slick, swollen folds, parting me open, the sensation was exquisite. His thumb gently rubbing circles over my throbbing clit, a chorus of whimpers and whines falling from my lips as my hips rotated and arched into his skilled caresses.

 "Rick," I pleaded, voice thick with need, "Please." And then, blissfully, he sank his middle finger deep inside my quivering, welcoming heat, the gentle, rhythmic movements of his hand sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through my entire being. I was utterly lost to the sensations, my world narrowing down to the exquisite friction and pressure of his touch, the coiling tension building to a fever pitch within my core.

I was teetering on the edge, my every nerve ending alight with building ecstasy. "Would you like to come now, baby girl?" he asked, gazing up at me with those captivating blue eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "Please," I begged breathlessly, my voice quivering with need. "That's all I want.”

The coil of tension within my core tightened even further as he slowly slid another slender, dexterous finger inside me, curling it to stroke the soft, sensitive walls inside me. My breathing grew ragged and uneven, escaping my lips in a series of desperate, wanton moans as his name tumbled out unbidden, rendering me a half-crazed, thoroughly debauched mess. 

Withdrawing his fingers to the very tip, I felt suddenly stretched and filled as he added a third, the added girth and pressure stimulating every nerve ending and making my head spin. I couldn't hold back any longer, grinding my hips frantically against the steady, relentless rhythm of his hand as the coiled spring of tension and pleasure deep within me finally snapped, my thighs trembling uncontrollably with the sheer force of the climactic release that washed over me in crashing waves. Every muscle went taut and then slack, my body momentarily limp and boneless.

As Rick rose from the bed, his eyes locked onto my trembling form with a predatory intensity. I could feel his gaze roaming over me, drinking in every quiver and shudder that ran through my body. Then, with agonizing slowness, he began to undo the button and zipper of his pants, the metallic sounds echoing in the charged silence. I found myself unable to look away, transfixed as the fabric pooled down his hips, revealing more and more of him. Rick had told me before about the videos and photos, and how often he'd gotten off to them. Now, as I drank in the sight of him, I couldn't help but wonder - what did he truly look like, feel like, taste like?

The curiosity had been building for weeks, a persistent itch that demanded to be scratched. I couldn't stop thinking about it - the way his shaft would feel sliding between my lips, the salty-sweet taste of him coating my tongue. As I knelt before him, my eyes locked hungrily on his rapidly hardening cock, I knew I had to know. What would he feel like in my mouth? What would his unique flavor be? The anticipation was overwhelming, a delicious tension coiling low in my belly. With a trembling hand, I reached out to grasp his throbbing member, marveling at the silky smooth skin and the thrum of his pulse. 

"I've always wanted to know how your mouth feels," Rick murmured, his voice laced with a tremor of barely-restrained desire. "I've seen you suck his cock plenty of times - he always seems to enjoy himself so much." His admission sent a thrill through me; he had been thinking about this too, wondering what it would be like.

 "I've thought about it too," I purred, giving his shaft a gentle squeeze. "I wanna know how you taste." Unable to hold back any longer, I eagerly leaned forward and sealed my lips around the weeping tip, swirling my tongue to savor that first tantalizing hint of flavor. Then, with a soft, needy moan, I took him deeper, enveloping his rigid length in the wet heat of my mouth. 

As his head touched the back of my throat Rick’s face contorted as he let out a guttural groan, his fingers instantly tangling in my hair. I looked up through my lashes barely making eye contact with him before his head was tipping back. Moaning and sighing as I bobbed my head back and forth.

 "Fuck, I see why he likes it so much," Ricky growled, captivated by the way my glossed lips wrapped around him. "Look at your beautiful face taking my cock in your mouth so well," he praised, voice dripping with lust.

Sinking into the steady, rhythmic motions, I savored the delightful weight of him on my tongue, the sensation so wonderfully satisfying. Hearing the deep, guttural moans and lavish praise spilling from Rick's lips only fueled my desire to please. I moaned around him, giggling as I felt his thighs tremble and his grip in my hair tightening with each passing second. But just as I was sure he was about to let go, he suddenly grasped my face, his palms cradling my cheeks to hold my mouth wide open. With agonizing slowness, he withdrew himself, his features relaxing as he spoke. "If you keep going, I won't get the chance to fuck you, and believe me, that's been my priority all night." 

Helping me to my feet, he then stalked towards me, his predatory gaze pinning me in place until the backs of my legs hit the mattress, sending me tumbling back onto the soft surface. As his body hovered over mine, that same look of comprehension crossed his face once more before he abruptly pulled away, crossing the room to retrieve a foil packet from his dresser.  He didn’t need it but I appreciated the forethought. 

Reaching me in just a few swift steps, he grasped my face firmly between his weathered, calloused palms, his touch both gentle and possessive. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my cheeks as his thumbs tenderly caressed my face, wiping away the smeared remnants of my makeup that had no doubt been running down my flushed, tear-stained cheeks. There was a softness in his expression, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, as if he was trying to soothe and comfort me. But the intensity in his gaze betrayed the barely-contained passion and desire burning within him. And without any further preamble, he surged forward, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, aggressive kiss. His tongue pushed past my parted lips, invading my mouth in a claiming, dominating gesture that left me breathless and trembling. The kiss was unapologetically demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or restraint, as if he simply couldn't hold himself back any longer. 

As we broke apart, Ricky's grip on my face tightened, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he held my gaze with an iron intensity. His grip was bruising, almost painfully so, yet I craved it, craved the way he claimed me, staked his possession over me with that fierce, dominant gaze. There was an animalistic quality to him, a predatory intensity that made my pulse race and my breath catch. I was utterly, completely at his mercy, and the knowledge both terrified and thrilled me. His eyes bore into my own, dark and primal, revealing a deep, carnal need that stirred something primal within me in turn. I was powerless to look away, transfixed by the raw, unyielding command in his voice as he growled, "Keep your eyes on me. I'm the only one here." His words were a demand, brooking no disagreement, and I found myself nodding mutely, mesmerized by the sheer force of his presence.

Releasing his tight grip, he adjusted his body with mine, settling between my legs as he reached down, lining himself up with my eager, trembling cunt. Slowly, so tantalizingly slow, he began to press himself inside me, the almost overwhelming sensation of my soft, yielding walls stretching to accommodate his thick length had me gasping. My eyes drifted shut involuntarily, a sudden, light slap to her cheek brought them snapping back open in surprise. Hovering over me, Rick braced himself on his hands planted firmly on either side of my head, his piercing gaze intense and utterly unyielding as he held me captive beneath him. The way he filled me, stretched me, dominated me- it was all-consuming, overwhelming my senses until I could focus on nothing else.

 "I said eyes on me," he growled, my arms linked around his shoulders as he began to move, needing the support of his body to keep from being swept away by the sensations he was evoking. He was a talker, and I reveled in the stream of praises and dirty words that spilled from his lips, his voice the final push that sent me hurtling over the edge.

"You take it so good, baby. I can see why they like fucking you so much," he growled, and every part of me shuddered at the possessive, hungry tone.

He reached back, grabbing the leg I had secured around his waist to bring it up over his shoulder. The heated stretch at the back of my thigh made my eyes roll back. He thrust into me harder, a desperate cry falling out of my mouth. My nails raked down his pale skin, leaving crescent-moon indentations in their wake as the familiar rush of the orgasm washed over me in waves, the intensity of the moment leaving my body trembling and breathless in his arms.

“Ricky, your cock feels so good!” I cried out for him, fingers tightening into the sheets. He gave a hard thrust and I gripped the back of his arms scratching down his skin as my head fell to the side and mouth fell open.

“That’s right, baby girl. I want you to remember who makes you feel like this.” Ricky growled, his voice low and gravelly. “Say my name.” He emphasized his point with another hard, deliberate thrust, eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy.

“Oh fuck….Rick.” The pleasure was bordering on too much, my senses overloaded, but I craved more - more of his touch, more of his dominance, more of the way he made my body ignite with unbridled lust.

“Again.” he commanded, punctuating each word with another thrust, and I complied, chanting his name like a primal mantra.

“Fuck, Ricky. Feels so good.” His movements became hard and quick as I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, a metallic copper tang touching my tongue.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you baby.” Ricky purred, his finger tracing the curve of my flushed cheek.  “You gonna come one more time for me baby?”

I nodded my head frantically “Yes, Rick. I wanna come for you.”

We moved together in a passionate frenzy, skin slapping against skin. I could practically feel the sensations radiating outward, reverberating in every cell of my being. It was a high unlike any other - more intoxicating than the strongest liquor, more euphoric than the most potent drug. I was completely immersed in the moment, every nerve ending alight with the exquisite pleasure.

The intense, overwhelming sensations washed over me in a sudden, all-encompassing wave. It felt as if my very chest was being cracked open, a searing heat radiating outward from the center of my body and spreading like wildfire through my limbs. My vision blurred and darkened, narrowing to pinpricks of white behind my tightly clenched eyelids as the world around me faded away. The sounds of my environment became muffled and distant, my ears ringing as my mouth fell open in a silent, gaping gasp. Every nerve ending felt electrified, my toes curling and back arching uncontrollably as the sheer intensity of the experience threatened to consume me. Rick was not far behind sloppy and shaking, his back sticky with sweat as he cried out stilling inside me. 

Breathless and spent, I laid beneath him, my chest rising and falling in rhythm with his own. I watched, transfixed, as his mouth opened and closed, panting heavily from the exertion. Reaching up, I cradled his face in my hands, our foreheads pressed together in a moment of intimate connection. In that hazy, euphoric aftermath, I knew I was completely and utterly done for. This wasn't just a fleeting tryst - this was the start of something deeper, more consuming. That single taste of him, that brief culmination of our pent-up desires, had left an indelible mark. I craved more, needed more, in a way I'd never experienced before. This wasn't just physical - there was an emotional component, a soul-deep longing that went beyond the carnal. And now that I'd had that first tantalizing sample, I knew I'd never be able to simply let it go, to walk away and forget. The very thought of losing this, of having to go back to a life without him, filled me with a sense of dread and desperation. 

Reluctantly, I watched as Rick withdrew, a plaintive whine escaping my lips at the sudden, hollow feeling of emptiness. As he searched his drawers for a fresh change of clothes, I found myself in a state of uncertainty, unsure of what to do next. Should I stay, maybe have more of him? Or should I go, to spare myself the inevitable heartache that would come from growing too attached? At that moment, I truly didn't know - all I knew was that I was in far too deep, the harm already done. There was no going back now.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

7 Deadly Sins Tag!

Thanks @the-golden-comet, @tragedycoded, and @mysticstarlightduck :) I gotta say, this is perfect for someone who has an entire cast of assholes (aka me).

Greed:

Iraela. Her entire story is about craving power eternally, and how she just can't stop taking things (the throne, her sister's life, her fiancé's actual heart.) She's also never satisfied with what she already controls, and just keeps trying to invade Luxatia, which is what kills her in the very end.

(Second place is probably Luna for similar power-hungry reasons.)

Envy:

This one's easy (cos I struggle immensely with envy lol). Almost all of my OCs struggle with envy of some kind, but Mara takes it above and beyond. She couldn't stand that her own closest family had superpowers and she didn't, so she murdered them all in cold blood. Very 'If I can't have it, nobody can.'

(Iraela would have been first place, but I decided greed suited her better. The other first place would be my actual depiction of Envy lol. And if I wanted to be really arrogant I'd say I take first place)

Gluttony:

Believe it or not, Hash. This was a hard one for me to decide on, but Hash gets in trouble repeatedly for overindulgence at the cost of others, and I'm pretty sure that's one of gluttony's issues.

(No second place, this was hard enough for me to decide on its own)

Sloth:

Hahaha. What. Half the time I don't even remember this sin exists. Idk anyone who fits this. I'm basically hyperactivity personified, so no sloth for y'all

Wrath:

Ina, definitely. In Triworld mythology, she's often depicted as a being of flame and fury descending upon the unworthy, and honestly she's a very angry and bitter woman outside of myth too. Revenge-obsessed at its god-killing, species-destroying finest.

(Second place would be Hans-el, because he ended up being just as angry as his own nemesis.)

Lust:

I'm counting bloodlust as part of lust, so Olive counts. Her torture antics were definitely not platonic, that's for sure :)

(Hash is a close second, though. Little mf has a body count in the triple digits)

Pride:

Here good old Hans takes the crown! He's insanely arrogant, in the classic power-mad campy style, to the point of thinking he can fistfight Goddess, and honestly if I didn't love him so much I would spend most of my time taking him down a bunch of pegs. (I say that like I don't do it already.)

(Second place would be Katherine. Woman definitely thinks too highly of herself. Yes, you're an ancient eldritch demon, but you're also failing math despite actually trying.)

Tagging @sableglass, @oliolioxenfreewrites, @the-letterbox-archives, @drchenquill, @urnumber1star and honestly I have no idea who hasn't done this yet, so open tag!!

[derseprinceoftbd]

Okay so here's my big FMA rewrite take:

*Pride* should have been *Sloth*. *Father* should have been *Pride*.

I think it fits; the only genuinely prideful things about Selim, who I always found underwhelming, were his extra levels of loyalty and his belief in the superiority of his species-and not only were both of those not unique among the Homunculi, Sloth would have been an interesting way to view the first.

(Sloth's removal is easy enough; Gluttony can take his place in the Briggs fight, and a military general or, heck, a *resolution* to the horde of zombies *or* chimeras (you know, those ones in like the sewers that May fought like three times) (mini sub-rant; those two should def have been combined into giving the chimera horde Philosopher's Stones, like the zombies were ugly ass MFs in a bad way) could take the place of the Armstrong-Curtis fight. I'm not even entirely talked out of my Olivier idea (that I'm too bad at mobile to link to rn, uh, search the fma tag on my blog IG), she could fight him and Izumi... I'm getting off track.)

(Look; the point is, big guy Sloth is as boring and basic as they come. Even Gluttony says something with his innocence, this guy is just blargh.)

It also fits his sedentary lifestyle, living the simple, un-troubling life of a human, as well as his fighting style and design (he stands there and lets his tentacles do the work, and the shadow seems kind of cribbed, almost lazily (this is not a criticism of the Author/his design, I'm just adding some context behind a hypothetical Selim-Sloth), from his creator).

And let's talk about the creator;

First, it always felt weird that he was called "Father" more than anything else, like he was defined by a set of relationships that he never cared for, instead of anything about him.

Second, that guy was *Prideful as balls*. His actions are like 60% Pride 20% Sloth 20% Lust. I've seen people say that he embodies all the sins, like it's a point that he only pretended to purge them, but some are *demonstrably* bigger motivators for him than others.

And I feel like, honestly, he *straddles the line of being interesting*; if you go into it viewing the story as a philosophical masterpiece, you'll like him a lot, but you can easily hate him. This may be my Menardist "you can literally apply any lens to anything as a positive constructive measure, up to and including false information, as long as you can string together an argument about why it becomes interesting in a new way with that lens" perspective talking (actually, that's easy to say for both of these guys given how their very names are lenses), but I think having that central idea would really push him over the edge and define him.

So... yeah. Selim should have been Sloth, Father should have been Pride, the big guy should have been erased, and the zombies and chimeras should both have been wrapped up at some point.

Interested to hear your thoughts; please comment and RB!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Two things I can't stop thinking about 😂

1) some people have sensitive stomachs. How can so many people watch Dom cook something so in depth and ask "where's the spice?" He's talked about having a sensitive stomach before. Garlic, onion, salt, and pepper are spices. I can't have anything more either. His comment section is insane- can he ever do anything right? That's one of my new favorite videos, he's so precious 🥹

2) The absolute trouble someone went to just to spell my name wrong and piss me off. Your phone wouldn't even autocorrect to Jenk or whatever so you did that shit on purpose. You wanted to disrespect me for no reason when that should have been a respectful conversation. It just makes me even more flustered. It had to have been a MF fan because I hope EST don't push each other's buttons that way 🙄

I know I don't rant very often anymore, I try to keep my page light and happy because a large part of my life is bullshit these days and I want to spread love and hopefully a little happy. I think sometimes it just helps to vent. Hopefully it lets people know they're not the only ones stressed about little things sometimes. I just get so fucking tired of disrespect whether its to me or the boys or my friends on here.

Kells gets hate for everything to the point that's all he can see and I'm so scared for him lately. Dom does something huge for basically nothing (I could go to Bludfest if I wanted on my disability check if I felt I'd be healthy enough, and that means it's affordable AF) and yet people say it's still corporate and overpriced until he's not sleeping and trying to explain himself as politely as possible. Cause god forbid he have anger to anything, he'd be cancelled. I watch my friends get hate on here just for speaking their mind (normally something plenty of us agree on) and I can't help but defend them. I'm still so fed up by the added disrespect of spelling my name like an asshole. Jinx- it's not that hard. Spell it right or keep it out of your mind. Or better yet, be brave enough to tag me. So you think I don't get enough disrespect every day of my life? Getting deadnamed constantly and misgendered. You don't have to fuck up the only safe space too.

Sorry if my ranting was too much, I just needed to get a little off my chest. Especially after the song release today I'm scared for Kells and I've been scared for Dom for a while. I hope you're all doing amazing and having a lovely night. Spread love so people don't have to be hurt 🖤 you never know what small act will stick with someone, let it be kindness. I love you all so much 🩷

[einsatzzz]

Thank you for tagging Muffin! As usual, I will answer with all three of my main ocs in mind hahaha I answered these real quick in between study breaks, so it's not as detailed as I'd like it to be. Still, I really enjoyed answering them. I know I already told you this, but please tell me if you answer this for one of your ocs too! Would love to read it hehe

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Kurumi does! She likes cute stuff, so she'll def have stuffed animals to hug in her bed. If you ask her which one's her favorite, she'll probably say all of them lol

Yui and Kana doesn't have any.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Kurumi is definitely good with children (cute) and pets (cute)! Not all the time, but she's friendly and doing her best. Haven't thought about plants, maybe if it's flowering plants (=cute flowers). She has her priorities.

For Kana, can probably do the bare minimum in caring for plants but that's it. She definitely shouldn't be at the top of the list of people to consider wrt being good at taking care of kids. Generally, animals don't really get along with her. If you ask Kurumi to ask Kana to take care of something, she might just give it a go.

Yui...can take care of robots. For children, it depends. He can be a bad influence sometimes and would enable them to cause trouble instead. Overall, he has good potential to be a nice big bro.

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Kurumi: Someone cute would be ideal! (<-refuses to elaborate further)

Kana: What

Yui: Someone interesting, feisty and can put up with me would be nice. (<-refuses to elaborate further)

Do they look good in red?

YES! ALL THREE OF THEM! Especially Kurumi, Crimson Red is her image color.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

For Yui, it's too much of a hassle for him. Speeches are usually given under a "spotlight", and he prefers being at "backstage". Kurumi and Kana can generally do it, they're future leaders after all. It will have very different vibes though...

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

All three generally take advice from each other. Next on the priority list is Kana and Kurumi's mother and then, their father.

Yui will never take advice from his parents, for a good reason (they're shitty parents). Kana is usually highly guarded, and will never take advice from people she doesn't have a significant amount of trust in. Kurumi is the most open-minded of the three so I'm not sure exactly what type of person she won't listen to, probably people who cross a certain line and piss her off too.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Kurumi: (From Me) Cute, Deadly, Herculean; (From Her) Cute, Pretty, Dainty! (Some angry voice at the back: Don't lie!)

Kana: (From Me) Elegant, Murderer, Elusive ; (From Her) What? No comment.

Yui: (From Me) Slimy, Troublemaker, Genius; (From Him) Genius, Innovative, Handsome

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Kana doesn't usually really care for things like this. Yui would probably be intrigued if it's complex enough and machine related. Kurumi...would likely be internally frustrated but won't let it show too much on the outside.

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

For Kurumi, yes, if it's cute. For Yui, yes, if it's his robot creations. For Kana, yes, if it has "sentimental value" to it.

What age do they most want to be right now?

I think all three are more or less fine with their current age. Though, Kana and Yui think it would be more convenient to be 1 year younger so that they didn't have to go through the hassle of intentionally failing a grade to be on the same grade as Kurumi.

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

To be honest, I don't think they'll really care too much about it. Because they're already rich mfs. (god i wish that were me) But anyway--- Yui and Kurumi would spend it, while Kana would save it.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Kurumi loves them! She's an avid shoujosei series fan, so she encounters a lot of the romance genre there. Kana finds the genre ok but she doesn't really actively read a series for it and would only read romances recommended by Kurumi. Yui is mostly just interested in books related to his hobbies, but all in all he wouldn't mind them.

Name one thing their parents taught them.

For Kana & Kurumi: Martial Arts lmao (Their parents would lowkey let them do anything they want to an unknown extent, they just don't say it out loud/not explicit about it due to family politics. It may be a good thing or it may be a bad thing, depending on the situation or wherever their parents draw the line.)

For Yui: Something like "You're a genius, learn everything and don't disappoint us." (They're assholes!)

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Yeah, they have at least one I can think of right now off the top of my head. For Kurumi, hoarding cute stuff and cute people. For Kana, its indulging her violent urges (actually secretly enjoys it, but a good chunk of it is probabblyy against the Family's code + she has an image to keep). For Yui, staying up several nights in a row to finish his passion project.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

In general, interacting with people who want to restrict them. Whatever that may mean for each of them.

Yui: Anyone who stops him from doing the things he love or forces him to take things too seriously.

Kurumi: Anyone who criticizes or stops her from expressing herself the way she wants.

Kana: Anyone who gets in her way.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Money isn't really a limit for them already, so they're already wearing whatever they want hehe Fashionable clothes for Kurumi, Yui just goes with whats comfortable, Kana goes with what's practical.

Do they like children?

Kurumi likes them and gets along with them well! Yui too, even if he can be a bad influence. But, unless he has some amusement that he can get from it, he won't volunteer to take care of them. Kana...no, unless they're a member of her Family?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Not gonna lie, never thought about this before lmaooo I will need reconvene with my homie on this one hahahaha 🤣🤣🤣

Kurumi: no?

Yui: yes?

Kana: What

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Kurumi: She attempts to study. Gets low scores unfortunately. Academics just aren't her thing.

Kana: She studies a reasonable amount (low to mid effort, there's some effort at least), not too much. Gets high scores.

Yui: Either skims through the material or doesn't study at all. Gets high scores.

All three are probably gonna do a good with job interviews, but then again, they don't have any need to go through a job interview. Unless it's for an undercover mission, I guess?

What do they like that nobody else does?

Can only think one for Yui, which is his baby robots hahaha

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Among the three, Yui's the only who's had past relationships. For Yui, if he's just not interested or feels like he really can't reciprocate the feelings of the other person. He just doesn't wanna drag it out if it's hopeless. Also if he wants to add more excitement Kana and Kurumi's bets (on how long it'll take for him to break up with someone)...which is messed up. But like in his pov, the twins enjoy these bets and the twins are >>>>>>> for him in his priority list. This trio can be so mean if ur an "outsider" to their business 😭😭😭 kdbdkdhdns

For Kurumi, a pretty a fair reason for her to do so is if she feels like the other person doesn't respect her for her who she is and her preferences? I feel like there'd have to be a lot of reasons/layers involved for her to break up with someone as she's not a confrontational type of person.

For Kana, with the direction her character has taken compared to how she was from when she was a new OC, it's become very difficult to imagine her entering into a normal relationship in the first place ngl lmao i'd say if you hurt her loved ones, but at that point, her breaking up with you should deadass be the least of ur worries????

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

I guess all three are pretty okay with it. Kurumi has the biggest tendency to do so if calling others with -chan honorifics count haha.

Stability or novelty?

All three: Why not both?

Honesty or charity?

Kurumi: Charity

Yui & Kana: Honesty

Safety or possibility?

All three: Possibility, they like taking healthy amounts of risks. Tolerance may vary on a case to case basis, depending on the day or their mood.

Talent or effort?

All three: Talent. Effort, only if they're motivated.

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Yui & Kurumi: Forgiveness

Kana: Vengeance

What recurring dreams do they have?

Kurumi: There can be a lot of possibilities, but a recurring dream that stands out is the one that she kept having when she was younger. A person comforting her whenever she falls asleep sad/crying.

Yui: He really loves making robots/machines, he highly likely also dreams of them.

Kana: Various memories.

Would they date a fixer-upper?

I don't know what that is ngl but this is what search told me "A fixer-upper person is a term often used to describe someone who needs emotional, psychological, or behavioral support and assistance."

Yes for Kurumi and Yui, if they really love them, why not? They're the type to give people chances, after all. For Kana, probably same answer as the breakup/last straw question. I mean, fixer-upper or not, if they're chad enough to convince her to date them, why not I guess?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

I feel like they're already doing what they want and that they're very much aware the other two of the trio would still forgive them no matter what. They're ride or die for each other. Probably Yui, before he tests out a robot that 95% will explode in his room at 3am: Everyone in this estate will probably get a rude awakening. But at the very least, Kana and Kurumi will forgive me lol Those two will def get annoyed, but they will forgive me lol

I wish I was able to do small sketches for some of these questions, but I'm too busy orz.

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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Jukebox reviews part 29! For context, see my post “A Project”     under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA   stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Vanishing Act

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3/5/2016                                       mc ff

... Seriously, lesson one in "why you should treat your brainwashed playthings with consideration" is so you don't attract unwanted attention. If they're having trouble keeping jobs, etc, SOMEONE is going to wonder, and it's going to make your life difficult. Lesson 2 is - if you're considerate, and they like it, they can help you come up with more lovely things to do with them, of course. But anyway. Drugging someone to control them is never going to be my favourite, and a situation like this where someone's being made to skip on commitments and hurt her friend? I can't get enjoy it as much as I do others. 5/10 spirals. 

 Brand New Me

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3/12/2016                                     mc ff md

I don't know that I like this. Part of that is due to the use of tulpas here, and where my brain connects tulpas to in the modern hypnokink space. Which isn't fair to judge this story on, but I can't keep from thinking of that. I don't know enough about tulpas otherwise to comment, but in general this is very magic-feeling and not something I can really connect with, and doesn't really feel like mind control as I think of it anyway. 3/10 spirals 

 Factory Girl

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3/19/2016                                     mc ff

This is a good story. It also feels very directly targeted for a group that isn't me, with the way the Girl(tm) feels like her body is WRONG and she works to make it fit. But that doesn't diminish my enjoyment of it at all. Especially the whole idea of *strawberry* scent softening up Rory so. Look, strawberry as hypnotic is A Thing. Anyway. This is good and lovely and I adore it. 9/10 spirals. 

 Learn to Fly

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3/26/2016                                     mc mf ff md

Hee, this has a fun twist. I'd *wondered,* and to see it confirmed was delightful. It can be fun when someone's attempts at control backfire, as they do here. It's absolutely magic, but it's a fun application of magic to make someone hypnotic, so I'll take the magic and run with it, and just enjoy how Samantha finds a way to slip the control he's trying to exert. 8/10 spirals 

 Can I Trust You?

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4/9/2016                                       mc mf ff md fd

... nope. I.. I can't. The abuse of trust of someone admitting to that sort of abuse? I can't. There's a lot of elements that *should* be good, and usually the controller understanding how unethical it is makes it better, but ... not here. It just doesn't. 

 You Go to My Head

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4/9/2016                                       mc mf fd

Pheremones-as-magic will never be my preferred method, of course, but still. She seems sweet enough, and who knows, maybe they can be happy together. I hope so, as the good deed of helping a new neighbor move in defintely deserves a happy outcome to the resulting control, not an unhappy one. The perspective on the control is nice, but it happens a little fast for my taste, for all the setup is really good. 6/10 spirals 

 Vicious Circles

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4/16/2016                                     mc

As a resistance play scene, this set up is *hot.* And folk who enjoy denial, the sensation of being on that edge of orgasm but never allowed to cum? They'll probably like this one rather a lot. It's such a vivid depiction of someone who's just trapped in a loop she can't escape, so aroused she can't make herself stop the things that feel so good. It gets inside her head well, and describes the sensations  and their effect on her delightfully. 8/10 spirals. 

 Judas Kiss

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4/23/2016                                     mc ff

If you like tech-as-magic, the sort of tech that can just overwrite parts of someone's brain, of someone being forced to betray their friends even when they don't want to, until they find they do want to because of the overwriting, then you'll probably like this story. As I don't, it isn't for me. 3/10 spirals. 

 Heavy Breathing

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4/30/2016                                     mc ff

There's a bit of a theme of betrayal to this set of reviews, isn't there? Brand New Me, of a sort, Can I Trust You, Judas Kiss, this one ... not my favourite, betrayal. I get that other people find it hot, but still. And the way it's framed here is even more a "no thank you" for me. 

 Rosewater

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5/7/2016                                       mc ff

Anita Blake as trashy Fantasy? *Ouch,* Jukebox, you wound me. (Ok, objectively, especially the ones later in the series, you're right. But like, it was such a "oh, wait, I have a THING for Vampires, don't I?" series for me. And actually that I have a thing for VOICES, too, given how Hamilton describes Jean Claude's voice.... ANYWAY). But besides that, this is just *cute* and sweet, while also being hot. The idea of a single floral scent being so captivating, so hypnotic... it's a good image. I like it, though the flower I think of is a different one - lavender, for *reasons* - though I do hope Manisha has anchored it very specifically to her being the one to use the scent, given how common of a scent rosewater can be in some spaces/times, when it's in style. The clear love between the two, though, and the joy they take, the care? This is a Good Story. 10/10 spirals.

[tyrannosaurusray]

roommates

bokuto x gn! reader

~2k words

tags: angst, hurt/comfort (not for reader), unrequited love, best friend & roommate bokuto, implied distrust of men, reader is one pushing-down-my-feelings ass mf

warnings: none this is just suuuuuuppperrrr self indulgent.

lowercase intended

heavily inspired by this:

^^ super good writer def follow

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you and bokuto had been close friends for a while now, and it was great. you never thought you would find yourself practically attached at the hip with someone like bokuto. you never really had many guy friends growing up, so it was a shock that you had let yourself grow so close to such a man. then again, bokuto never really had difficulty when it came to making friends with the help of his boisterous personality, so maybe it wasn’t that big of a shock.

as you got closer to bokuto, his ability to make you feel so comfortable was unlike anything you had experienced with other men, and before you knew it you had a tiny little crush on him. something small and innocent, nothing too world-shattering or most importantly friendship-breaking, so you decided to not make a big deal about it. that was until he came to you asking to be your roommate.

you had mentioned needing one in the near future as your bills were slowly becoming too much for you to take care of alone, and he thought that he wasn’t in his house enough as an athlete for him to spend so much on his own place. it worked out for both of you and the logic made sense so you said yes.

once bokuto fully moved in, you very quickly realized that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. at the times he was there with you, it was trouble to be around him. he was a perfect roommate, but every moment you spent together made your small innocent crush grow into something more. you would come home to him walking around shirtless, saying that he just got back from the gym, leaving you speechless and hot in the face, begging him to go to his room and stop roaming around half naked. he would beckon you to the couch for movie nights and of course he had no problem with cuddling and holding you close during the film, his arms wrapped around you and fingers drawing lazy circles on your sides, too distracted to notice or care about what he was doing and the effect it had on you.

the cute things he did were endless and eventually, you had far more than a “small and innocent” crush on him. you tried to ignore it. it didn’t work. every time you saw him your stomach erupted with butterflies and you could feel your face heat up and you couldn’t help but be excited to be in such close proximity with him.

after finally, finally accepting that you have serious feelings for the man, you tried to covertly avoid and distance yourself from him. that obviously did not work. any time you tried to put distance between you two, bokuto wouldn’t allow it. you tried to limit physical contact? he was holding you before you even got the chance. you tried staying out later than usual in hopes to miss him? he would stay up waiting for you on the couch. you tried simply staying in your room? he would be there offering you water and snacks asking what was wrong.

there was no use, and eventually you just decided to suffer in silence and keep your feelings to yourself. you knew that he didn’t feel the same way towards you. every now and then he would go on dates and you wished him well while ignoring the pain in your chest. he would come back and tell you about them, whether they went good or bad, he was laying on you and ranting about it by the end of the night, and all you could do was be there for him and listen.

once, after a very long, stressful, and overall bad day, all you wanted to do was lay down, maybe watch a movie with your roommate and waste away. you opened your front door to see the man himself pacing around the kitchen in a sleek button down shirt, dress pants and shoes to go with it and a tie in his hand. he looked up towards the door as soon as he heard it open.

“y/n! thank god. please tell me you know how to tie a tie.” he pleaded, racing up to you.

“um.. i do.” you replied, setting your bag down on the couch. before you knew it, bokuto had enveloped you in a quick, yet bone-crushing hug.

“thank god. please tie this for me. i tried looking up a youtube tutorial on how to do it but it just kept coming out lopsided and weird looking so I was about to give up” he rambled. you chuckled and took the tie out of his hand.

“okay big guy. lift up your collar for me.” you replied with a small smile on your face. even though it’s obvious your hopes of watching a movie with him weren’t going to work out, his presence still somehow made you feel better. you wrapped the tie around his neck and began tying. “where are you going?” you asked, trying to focus on doing it correctly despite the close proximity between your two faces.

“a date!” he beamed. your hands hesitated just a little bit as you looked up to meet his excited eyes. you continued.

“sounds fun. where are you taking them?” you asked, finishing the tie. you grabbed your bag off of the couch and walked to your room, your back facing him as you felt your eyes burn just a little.

“some fancy restaurant. i forgot the name. i can look it up in a second” he replied, following you to your room. you had no doubt in your mind that he would do just that, but you had hoped he didn’t.

“well i hope you have fun. bring me leftovers” you said as you entered the threshold of your room.

“i will!” he replied with a huge beaming smile on his face. you turned and gave him a small one in return. his phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. “oh crap i should probably leave now.” he said, eyes widening as he looked at the source of the buzzing, presumably whoever he was about to take out. he headed towards the door. “wish me luck!” he said as he left the apartment.

you sighed a small “good luck” and finally let a tear fall as you turned back into your room and closed the door behind you. you let a couple more fall as you changed out of your work clothes and allowed yourself to fully cry once you plopped onto your bed. you would usually never be caught dead crying over a man, but you allowed it tonight, saying that it’s just because you had a bad day, even though you knew that wasn’t the real reason.

before you knew it, you were being woken up to the sound of the front door slamming shut. you knew it was bokuto and hoped that he wouldn’t come into your room and-

“hey.” he spoke quietly.

you looked up at your room door and was greeted with a sad looking bokuto with the first couple top buttons opened and his tie in his hand.

“hey.” you said. “you okay?”

not saying anything, he walked over to your bed and put his full weight on you, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. “my date went shitty.” he mumbled, adjusting so that he could hold you even tighter.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you asked, hand drifting up to his hair. you played with his white and black locks to offer some comfort. you felt him nod his head. “go ahead then.” you replied.

he began to pour his heart out, telling you the events of the date in chronological order. how he picked his date up, headed to the place — stopping to mention that he didn’t forget your leftovers and that they’re on the kitchen counter — and all was well until it became clear that they didn’t care about him, they only cared about his life as an athlete.

this was a predicament that came up relatively often, and you knew just how much he hated it, so you offered your comfort.

you told him how sorry you were he had to go through this, how some people just really suck and don’t deserve him, and how he should just forget them and not let it get him too down. All while continuing to run your fingers through his hair, just how you know he likes.

after all of your comforting, a comfortable silence fell between you two. you were almost about to ask him to watch that movie like you still wanted to when he spoke.

“you’re so great to me, y/n. i really appreciate you being my friend.”

you inhale as you feel your heart break just a tiny bit. you’re just a friend to him, you remind yourself, as if it wasn’t already abundantly clear. as much as you wish him cuddling up to you were under different circumstances, and as much as you would love to call him yours and for him to call you mine, that was unfortunately not the reality.

“i appreciate you too, bo” you say quietly. there’s another comfortable silence as you relish in this current feeling, allowing yourself to be a bit delusional, if even for a second.

“anyone would be lucky to have you, you know that right?” he says. you feel like you’ve been violently yanked from your dream state.

you chuckle humorlessly as you feel your heart break even more. of all the things he could have said in this moment it had to be that. you move your body in an attempt to detach yourself from the man “thank you.” you say painfully. he looks up to confused as to why you’re moving away from him.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, his arms tightening around you for a second out of pure reflex. what a clingy baby, you think.

“nothing. i just need water.” you lie, fully getting out of his grasp and walking to the kitchen. water would probably help get rid of the lump in your throat that you hadn’t realized had formed until just now, but thats not the complete truth. you just wanted him off of you before you said something you regretted. his usually comforting touch became suffocating in less than a second, and you needed to be freed. you needed space.

once you made it to the kitchen, you quickly poured yourself a glass of water and began to drink it as you saw him emerge from your room, wrapped up in your comforter, looking mildly confused at your quick departure.

“are you ok-“ he started, you cut him off by racing for the bathroom, closing and locking the door before both him or you could fully realize what you were doing. “y/n?” you heard from outside of the bathroom.

you almost didn’t answer. “yes?”

“are you okay?” he asked, the sound of voice now closer to the door.

“i’m fine. i’m tired though. i have work early in the morning tomorrow.” you replied. it was a bad lie, but it’s all you could think of.

“oh. oh okay then, well uh. i guess i’ll let you sleep. i’ll put your blanket back.” he said through the door, probably not fully comprehending your sudden change in demeanor. you could tell that he wanted to stay up and hang out with you more, but you couldn’t stand to be so close to him any longer and you desperately needed to be alone. “goodnight” he said before you heard his footsteps retreat. you waited until you heard his door close and quickly rushed to your room and closer the door behind you and went to sleep for the night, thoughts of bokuto running rampant in your mind, no matter how much you wanted it to stop.

[l0stfoster]

Casper gives me the chance to oc talk so I’m gonna get funny and throw my cards in too. The art is quick and shitty I had to make a reference for someone.

Technically I've got 3 ocs, the other two just haven't been drawn but to put it playing; Soc and Greaser, secret relationship bc they're gay and different social classes. They act like they hate each other but makeout behind the bleachers /silly I'll draw them in the future and elaborate FOR NOW THOUGH!! SAM!! Lots of shit below the cut, he's the equivalent of my self-insert.

- His full name is Sam Kaiser; their grandfather (dad's side) is German (and their mom's side is Polish) but he and his parents were born in America, so he's pretty disconnected from his heritage bc his parents don't care enough about it. He was 19 during '67 - He's got an 18-year-old brother and a 26-year-old sister. Her brother's been drafted to Vietnam (which he wanted, as he had always been interested in the military ) while his sister took off to New York for college and made it big. - Born in Tulsa, when Sam and their brother were 13 and 12 their parents had a messy divorce. His father took full custody of the kids because their mother wanted nothing to do with them. Their father's pretty shit and all he really does is just pay the house bills and buy himself food or booze, he ignores them unless he needs something or if they aren't listening to him. Their older sister was looked at once for custody consideration when their father got himself into a bit of trouble but turned that shit down fast. Sam still hasn't gotten over that, it was also the last time he'd heard from her. - He/She pronouns both because nobody can figure out what the hell he was born as besides his parents, but she also doesn't know that they/them is an option. Being transgender in the 60's was already looked at negatively; god knows any other kind of gender identity was NOT something they've probably even known about. - Deeply values their freedom and acts out against their father, because although he's pretty neglectful, he still tries to hold an iron fist over him. His piercings (and tattoos) are a part of the ways he chooses to rebel and separate himself. Still wears his dad's dog tags, despite that, because he still loves his father. - Greaser, their father works with the same roofing company as Darry does but on a different team. Sam does a lot of job hopping as he's disabled and can't keep a solid job. Very financially insecure. - Wanted to go to college but their scholarship wasn't enough and couldn't justify going. He wanted to be an astronaut :( You bet your ass this mf cried watching the moon landing in 1969

- I like to imagine Sam and Darry are on friendly terms since they've both had the experience of missing out on college and a chance to escape Tulsa; and Sam also thoroughly respects Darry for stepping up, since she knows how heartbreaking it is to have family refuse you like you're nothing. (I've shipped them before bc I'm cringe and free fuck you /silly) - He's not really part of any specific Greaser gang, he just sort of shows up sometimes and lingers before dipping again. Their brother was popular amongst both socs and greasers (he's just really charming) and Sam was, sort of jealous; but they liked their alone time. They only met the gang through school and other general mischief. Huge klepto, would go on stealing sprees with Two where Sam would distract and Two would take. - While his brother and father are smart with cars, he's very car-stupid. Gave Steve a heart attack because she pulled up with a VERY flat tire and insisted that it wasn't too bad (he should've crashed on the way there) - Got the nickname "Park" because he hates being home, so he'll usually end up at the park if he doesn't want to be around anyone. Usually, he'll either be there in silence or with a little journal. - Resting bitch face galore. He's not very confrontational but has a temper and gets into fights a lot because he runs his mouth and doesn't know when to shut up. He carries a switch his brother bought him but hasn't dared to bring it out in a fight yet. - Throws himself into crime and other shit of the sort as a way to break out of the expectations people have set for him. His sister successfully left Tulsa and made it big while his brother's in the military-- has the middle child stereotype and authority figures always expected him to follow after his siblings. - Sam hates drinking due to their father but has slowly begun taking it up as a way to cope with the social pressures and his own issues. Smokes as well, but tries to do that less due to valuing their lung capacity (He likes to run) - Just a little side fun fact. If he exists in Cursed au he'd either be a Harpy (likely an owl) or invisibility. Thought about shapeshifting but it'd be funny bc the mf only ever uses it for convenience, like getting taller to reach a shelf. - Also in Cursed he'd end up being friendly with Paul bc fuck you I love Paul and so Sam can too /silly

Sorry if any of this is all over the place my brain is fried rn.

Starting a reblog game: RB w/ your own outsiders OC!

if enough folks do, I’ll draw them together or something lol, it’ll be fun!

So these are blatant self inserts for my sister and me

(Info & backstories under the cut because I’ve put waaaay too much thought into this)

and again, pls do reblog/tag me w/ your own Outsiders original/self insert characters! (Drawings and/or written descriptions!) Making OCs was one of my favorite things to do as a kid, so I figured it’d be fun to bring it back here lol

(And to reiterate- if enough of ya’ll do this I’ll draw ‘em all together like a greaser-sona gang! So don’t be shy ok??)

-got sent to Tulsa from Seattle in 1961 at ages 13 and 11 to live with their mildly neglectful uncle, due to their mother getting cancer and being unable to properly care for them. Their father was lost at sea when they were little, so they had no one else to go to.

-in Tulsa they go by their mother’s surname, Biondi, instead of their father’s, because interracial marriage isn’t legalized in Oklahoma until ‘67. They try to pass as just Italian. This works better for Naomi, who takes more after their mother than their father in looks.

-Naomi is good friends w/ Ponyboy- she relates to him a lot, from the dislike of fighting to the love for sunsets (legit Ponyboy reminds me of my sister so much irl) (She’s also low-key got a crush on him and Sodapop which is pretty funny)

-Jesse is closer to Two-Bit, Dally, Steve, and Soda. And he really likes fights. They’re exciting and make him feel tough. When he stops to think about it it does make him a little uneasy how much he’s grown to like them, but usually he just ignores that

-Naomi disapproves of crime. Jesse used to oppose it too, but the more time he spends without good role models and parental figures, the more his morels loosen. Tries hard to be a good example for Naomi though

-Jesse met the gang through Sodapop originally- they were thirteen and some Socs were jumping Soda, and Jesse jumped in and helped him out. Soda explained to him what the deal with Socs and greasers is, because there’s no greasers up North

-Naomi met the gang separately through being classmates with Ponyboy. They were working together on a school project, one with him writing and her drawing

-So Jess and Naomi spent a solid few months hanging out with different members of the same gang, completely unaware they had the same group. They eventually end up running into each other at the Curtis house, and both are totally shocked. Two-Bit, who knew the whole time, nearly died laughing

-Naomi is friends with both Socs and greasers, because she isn’t really either- she’s financially a greaser, but she has a crazy high GPA for someone who has ADHD and dyslexia in the 60s, and besides that, she just doesn’t like what she sees as pointless rivalry

-Jess loves pointless rivalry. At least until people start getting hurt. Then he starts to get angry.

[shuckinbeanz]

Gangster!BNHA au p.3

warnings/notes: nsfw, minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏, fucking (literally) gangsters, mentions of kleptomania, mirror kink, mentions of a little feederism, making and use of drugs, sex while high, semi-public sex, cockwarming, slight mention of brat taming, spanking, Service and Daddy Doms, overstimulation, cervix kissing/fucking, size kink, a lil bit of praise kink, as well as dumbification mentions, sugar daddy, & begging if you squint, plus maybe something tiny about an unhealthy relationship? 🤔 but its not toxic. depends how you look at it, whatever floats your boat, ig. i absolutely ruin our poor sweet tama-tan but trust me you'll love the gangster him. 🥴 some are longer than others(not sorry) and I used a translation service for Sero's Spanish, so i know it's potentially gibberish in the actual language, so I'll mark what I actually want him to say. If it needs correcting don't be afraid to hmu 👀 pls

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

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we know(or at least some of us know) ab @miggiisdumb and her LOVELY gangster!bakugo 🥵 which inspired these! Featuring present mic(who gave me trouble), inasa, sero, fatgum, and suneater(who gave me even more trouble).

shameless tag: @pixiikitty cuz i kno we bof wike tama-tan... 🥺👉👈

gangster!hizashi is another calculating man who puts on a himbo facade. very, very charismatic, so he's often Might Gang's negotiator. his boundless energy is contagious, and your wrong if you think he hasn't been around. like, around, around. man is a favorite where he works, teaching pole dancing-and he's literally their posterchild. he's the one that rakes in clients. yes, you heard me right. he teaches pole-dancing. and he does choreography.

he's literally eros and apollo by studio killers. srsly. listen to the song.

he follows the work hard-play hard style of life. man is a hardcore party animal.

as such, man is a FREAK in the sheets. he's so fucking kinky mf might as well be a fucking porn star. and he is Very open about it. sex is a natural thing to do, and he's legit a natural at it

he's a hardcore top, SOMETIMES he MIGHT let you 'top' him, but remember; he's the one in charge. big sadist this mf is, and an even bigger tease.

with him, it'd be any position viable in front of a mirror. loves to make you watch as his jacob's ladder pops wetly in your cunny 🥴

gangster!inasa is yet another himbo who's all brawn, can never sit still, and has zero brain cells. like gangster!kirishima mans ass is thicc. just grab it, okay? mans will reward punish you later (you can tell from that one look he gives you. ya'know, that one look that makes your panties drop? yes that one 🥵)

as a brawler mans will fite for your honor. there's literally no stopping him. (he's got chronic spontaneity, but we'll do more on that in a bit.) and oh boy, does he pack a mean punch. the kind of punch that will turn someone's face into a bowl if he's pissed off enough. Only those brave enough to degrade you when he's around(trust me, man is an intimidating wall of muscle at a whopping 6'3, and his natural sharp eyes sigh 😩), or those who see you temporarily left alone and decide to degrade/harass you while he's off doing something for a minute or two, get a knuckle sandwhich. "The fuck you think you are, comin' up on my lambchop like I ain't around?!" keheheh look they're flying~

he's spontaneous with the majority of his actions, and he almost always goes along with whatever you want 99% of the time.

and if you're super kinky, man is all for it. wanna use panty vibes? Inasa is a ruthless tease. man will edge you allll fucking day. public restroom sex? boi will take you to one of those unisex restrooms for a ride 🥴

he is a Service Dom, a Daddy Dom, and he's a brat tamer. if you wanna be a brat, he will tame provide to you what you're begging for by being one. you know what you're getting into when you decide to be a brat, you heathens. expect soft discipline(spanking, soft biting, hair tugging/pulling) as he has your bratty cunt warm his exquisite cock balls deep, scolding you for being a brat, til you're literally sobbing for him to rail you already 😩 its phat and veiny and has an angry red weeping mushroom head 😩 its gotta be his enthusiasm its gotta be 😩

"Now, now, little lamb...you knew what you were getting into." Spank. "Riling Daddy up like that." Spank. "You never learn, do you, sweetheart? Now you gotta learn your place, again...no moving."

gangster!sero is very easygoing, approachable, and just overall just take a joint and chillax type of guy. but don't let this fool you. he's another calculating type, but not much can set him off. he knows his limits, and he likely knows yours too. he is extremely observant, and like gangster!deku he expertly plays out his schemes.

he is very sneaky, light-footed(that is to be expected in his line of work), and he has almost zero presence. so expect a lot of scare pranks from him to get a rise out of you 😂 (don't worry you can get back at him later)

to put it bluntly, he's a thief. he can, will, and won't hesitate to klepto whatever catches his eye(especially if it reminds him of you).

BUT JUST BECAUSE HE'S A THIEF dont mean he can't kill someone. srsly. there's a couple dozen skeletons he's made dotted about. literally. but i'll leave that to your imagination. onto the bedroom!

TIE HIM UP, OR LET HIM TIE YOU UP

he's into BDSM. he's a complete brat in the sack. bratty sub, bratty dom. he is a power bottom, and a bit of a masochist for you.

"Oh dios, que me jodan...you're so pretty for me like this, lovebug."

(says "Oh God, fuck me...")

he's ab average in size, he has a nice bulge under his cock and he tilts to th side a lil and down just right😩 when he tops he'll fold you in positions (yes, plural; mans will find them) where he hits your g-spot 🥴 it'll take a couple times, but when he's got you figured out, he'll make you go dumb from then on "Remember the safeword, mi amor." 🥵

gangster!taishiro is Might Gang's drug dealer. man literally has not one, but two kitchens, one for cooking drugs and the other because man is a foodie, as you'd be able to tell from his physique. he is an intimidating gentle giant at a whopping 6'5, and man is dummy thicc. like he loves his abnormally large hoodies that make you look like you're wearing a fucking ballgown cuz he's xtra hawt n xtra large 🥵 but when its off and his form can't be easily mistaken for pure chubalub, man is also stacked and strong. he is very good at cooking drugs, and has a vast array of anonymous clientele. he's a fucking genius.

he's a very playful, sweet, and carefree dude-highly extroverted. you can find him easily, as he frequents literally every (shady) club in town. man has a switch, and it when it flips when he's doin' business he does a complete 180.

like gangster!toshinori, he loves to spoil his honeypie ROTTEN and he is 100% a Daddy Dom. dont be too much of a brat. it won't get you anywhere with him. if you want something, say it, and Daddy will provide. so don't beat around the fucking bush.

"You want somethin', sweetheart? Let Daddy get it for his sweet li'l tootsieroll~"

he loves LOVES waking up to the smell of his baby girl's home cooking. and if you don't know how to cook, he'll teach you if you're willing to learn. Feed him a couple bites or let him feed you once in awhile bc your cheeks are adorable to him 🥺

man is PACKING between his legs, right up there with gangster!toshinori in size. he's a big guy, has a big dick, and as such there ain't many positions that can be used, but he'll always make you feel small and safe and oh my god 🙏 pray for your coochie because Daddy will go up, over, and beyond to make sure she is thoroughly satisfied and will make her go dumb unless you tell him to stop 🥵

"Fuuuuck, babygirl. So tight...you make Daddy feel so good. It's only right that Daddy does the same for you, yeah?"

gangster!tamaki is a hot mess. he's socially awkward, its very likely he suffers from PTSD, he also suffers from depression and has v bad anxiety that leads to his defensive mechanism-lashing out. this defense mechanism also extends to you-and not in the way you're thinking, you masochists. he's loyal to a fault, and when he sees you being harassed, degraded, etc., he will explode. you'll need to calm him down before he permanently cancels some life subscriptions, and you're the only thing closest to gangster!mirio and drugs that can without getting hurt. he's tall, 6'1 but he tends to hunch, and he's lanky, but don't let this fool you. He is very agile and quite strong, so he can take a group at once.

he is very dependent on drugs, and dependent on you. don't get me wrong, he's a grown man, he don't rely on you so much where the relationship would be downright toxic. you are not his therapist, and he knows that, but he still has issues, and you both know that.

cockwarming and cuddles are two huge things with him, especially when he's as high as a kite. he's very handsy and touchy when he's high, and he's very mouthy too. I don't necessarily mean verbally, btw. i mean the kisses he gives. if you let him, he'll leave marks. after he's done, he'll have you ride him til your tuckered out.

"You're so good to me, baby... *Gasp* Y-Yes...keep bouncin', please!~"

when he's high, he's confident and dominant. and with these two combined, he can be very passionate. a tamaki who's high doesn't simply fuck. he makes passionate love-nice and slow, or hot and heavy-so set the pace, honey, because mini-tama is rearing to go; he has a pretty thang 😩 a very pretty thang. it's long and not too chunky and his pretty PHAT light pink mushroom head is fucking sensitive so suck on it 🥺

and THE STAMINA THIS MAN HAS 😩 once he's on the confidence boat, he can and will go for hours. he's kinda masochistic because he LOVES overstimulation, so mans can keep cumming. better make a point to babble praises, because it's music to his ears. he'll have your bodies squished together and his pretty pink mushroom head kissing your cervix. tease him if you want his inner dom to come out and bully your womb open. 😩 do a few kegels if you want him to lose it and rail you hard 🥵

"You asked for it, bunny. Yeah--nnnh--you fucking asked for it."

[brandy-eyes]

new girl au rants cuz im weak n stupid

okay! so yk that apartment schmidt moved into across the hall? thats jules, kat, maddy and cassies apartment now! and the loft is taken over by our lovelies—lexi, rue, fez & ash.

i want lexi to be a struggling actor, going to college for fine arts, she’ll have this part time job working as a teachers assistant, i think. might change that. i want her to move into the apartment the same way jess did, except she’s gonna have rue with her instead of being alone and just going through a breakup. maybe i’ll have her go through a breakup? just for drama!

rue works from home, a writer, maybe? im not sure for her yet. in this universe they don’t know fez or ash or anyone else really, just grew up with each other, moved to LA together (probably bc suze & leslie felt a lot more comfortable with forever anxious and paranoid always on the verge of a breakdown lexi & former drug addict rue to be together, and also cuz theyr besties!) for college and never ended up moving back. cassie also followed for a ‘fresh start’ and met jules & kat & maddy n all of them. mutual friend & resident party animal BB comes by once n a while to deposit booze & trash the place with a banger before disappearing for another few weeks or days and then does it again, like a boss bitch.

fez & ash will run their business outta the loft, except for the fact that fez is gone a lot at night for parties and shit, usually leaving the teenage angst ash alone with lexi and rue (mostly lexi, bc rue likes to tag along with fez—and lexi trusts her now, enough not to follow.) and like. lexi makes them watch fixer upper and shit and ash is forever pissed he misses the walking dead reruns bc she wanted to watch houses get ransacked and slapped with a pretty stick.

grandma marie takes the spare bedroom in the back. they have a list of contacts in the fridge fez says to ‘give a call, hit em’ up’ if they’re ever in a bind or some kind of trouble. fez never, ever brings back work to the loft bc ‘its not fair to them, they jus’ need a place to stay—‘ and the brothers are slowy weaning off the drug dealing scene, anyway. hence the need for roommates. i want fez to work at a bar, like nick, obvi.

At some point i want to follow the fake dating trope—yk, they get invited to a wedding and lexi needs a date cuz she doesn’t want to look stupid and rue is going with jules so she enlists new bestie & sort of crush fez to take her in his fancy lil caddy and snazzy suit like the darling he is! maybe i’ll make the wedding cassies? she’s sort of cece in this situation, anyway. i think it’llbe funny if like at some point suze has to crash at the loft for the wedding and she makes everything hella awkward and ash is hovering in the background watching lexi argue with her ma like 😶‍🌫️

i also think it woukd be fun to have them play true american? but like instead of the boys teaching them its lexi and rue inviting all the girls over and teaching fez & ash the game they made up when they were teens. i think they’ll be in their mid twenties, 24-26–ish, so ash’ll literally be twenty one but for the sake of the teenage angst get up he’s sixteen going on seventeen! leave me alone! Ash does go to highschool, only bc i think its funny that lexi gets to be his teacher’s assistant and she like reports back to fez the drama ash has going around at school.

i’ll have faye come stay with them around the time lexi tries to get in the dating scene and rue is like!!! bitcch!!!fez!!! for some drama and stuff, but they end up being besties dw abt it. lexi does get a little heartbroken doe cuz she rly likes fez but doesn’t wanna intrude? also fez forgets to tell them that faye has a mf bf, so rue stomps in his room LIVID and is liek YOU LED HE RON MFFCKER—and hes like. wtf r u talking abt….

also i want lexi to get to put on a play about her teenage years sometime during this period too, except this time fez gets to come & custers a dead bitch. i think i am going to follow some canon episodes of ng just bc they have such good ones that would fit the euphoria context—(jules & rue run off to mexico and rue gets arrested for stealing a wrist band off a kid and running from the security staff, jules drives home and has to wrangle all rue’s roomates into helping get her out, etc,) & i jus love them sm. so

thank u for coming to my tedtalk, it was bullshit, ik. idek if i’ll write this? would anyone read? anyways bye!