#once again; just sayin'

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I can’t believe you guys got me fired just before my 1 year anniversary </3 (joke)

[blindtaleteller]

Okay, this is gonna be a long one, even summarizing at spots: but hm and yeah.

I agree with almost everything in @valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn post, excepting " The only character in the MCU next to Thanos to have absolute narrative protection is Stark " which.. just plain is not the case; either in the respect of of narrative protection, plot armor from basic repurcussions, or the hero/villain coding that lets that hypocrisy pass in the MCU, or in the scope of Tony's and Wanda too, in particular.

Not in terms of ethics and morality, or other terms either.

Realistically; Wanda, Tony and Cap, along with the entire team they were a part of ? All of them have that going on: and by Civil War in particular; well.. their world recognizing that was literally the main driving part of the political end of Civil War's entire plot, before Bucky Barnes or Zemo is put on screen.. this is true of the majority of the team throughout their varied films too.

Incidentally, this is a well observed problem that goes well and past singular characters; and one I and several others have mentioned and been mentioning in the past regarding Hero and Villain coding in Marvel and the MCU in particular for well; years. While some of it was patched in the films to a semi-believable degree and it's a particular aspect of the MCU in particular that's been gradually been getting worse since 2014-2015? That doesn't change the fact that it is very present, to have to be patched and or overlooked/grazed past at all or in the first place.

I'm going at some of the examples here, but there are a LOT per character; and even more when you take military and intelligence agency structure, policy, the reasons those exist (especially the portions protecting the populace they're meant to serve from exploitation etc) and punishments that come from breaking those? Yeah I am not going to list every single instance; just the first and maybe second. That said, I think I'm going to only cover three anyway because.. well as I said, there is a LOT of that going on: and in most cases the plot armor starts in their first appearances and films.

Thor's immunity well before even Avengers is even larger within their universe; starting in 2011 at an interstellar if not intergalactic level. (See the peace treaty he broke, his status as a traitor and warmonger on a domestic and interstallar level: remember.. the Frost Giants are not another brand of Asgardian nor are they even on the same planet as a separate species already ravaged by war that Asgard had a standing 1000+ year uneasy peace and no contest/trespassing treaty with until 2011: this is why even going there as Asgardians is not just 'illegal' is treason all on it's own: the likes of which is punishable by death sentence: and that is stated several times in the film both before and after Thor's banishment. Though very subtly hinted at in TDW, this is a very plainly stated fact in the first film; and pretty obviously why Heimdall doesn't go for a fourth count of treason for himself as an immediately enabling accomplice by the time TDW does roll around.) This is continued in his unlawful return during the beginning of that war he started, too; and that disregarding fact is also stated just as plainly when Sif & the warriors three head to Earth. On the personal grade.. Thor is also pretty darned glaringly irresponsible, lacking in levels conscience or ownership that comes with it along those lines; and carries on through the whole of the MCU franchise along those lines. While this is a part of his character flaws; it's also carried to stupid levels as part of his plot armor, and more so when you take into account he's done just as bad if not worse than Loki by the time TDW hits.. Thor has absolutely no consequences for any of this or his inherited disregard for other cultures/ruling bodies or their representatives (see his appearance scene in A1 as well as his dialogue through the carrier argument in the lab) and is still about his business while Loki comparatively, is immediately initially sentenced to death without trial post Avengers, a sentence which is then 'downgraded' to 3500-4000 years minimum in solitary confinement.

Steve.. oh boy. Well, honestly and with his very first: he should have ended up in jail before he even met Erskine, with the more than half a dozen charges of falsifying his government documents alone. The implication that he gets off on the 'poor precious sickly wannabe patriot bean' is a bit of a stretch after the sixth time.. which is again a thing he and Bucky tell us on screen themselves. Add in endangering levels of desertion and disobeying orders that would have resulted in the maximum punishment for a violation or failure to obey lawful general order or regulation being dishonorable discharge, forfeiture of all pay and allowances, and confinement for two years: and well. CA:tFA alone honestly would not have happened if not for that plot armor. Steve has huge, huge plot armor: especially as an enlisted man, and later as an employee with an intelligence agency of all things.

Tony.. well lets be real here; his plot armor generally consists of having money, fame; a lot of it, and knowing how to use it: or, in the case of Civil War in particular, those using him learning how to use that and his conscience to forward their own political BS. The strange and or hypocritical if interesting bit about Tony is, while he seems among the most aware of it and reprimand is attempted as early as IM 2 (see the court scene & governmental request to hand over his weaponry) he also rarely takes any responsibility outside of quickly brushed aside dialogue, and the rarity of him handling or plannning any correction well in the realm of that conscience is frankly half assed until after the fact: as Tony generally jumps the gun and the rest of the thought process of weighing pros and cons when it and his anxiety post Avengers nuke-fuelled space trip weigh in (as well as it's results: this is a major part of his snap-judgement reasoning for even trying to loose Ultron from the Scepter; which ultimately does result in both Sokovia falling and Zemo's reasoning in his eventual bombing Kiev in CW: remember, Zemo's motivation is ultimately revenge using the Accords after the Avengers part in Sokovia falling resulted in his remaining family among hundreds if not thousands of other people also dying, while the Avengers continued on without proper consequence for their parts whether that was direct fault like Tony, or negligence, and accomplices etc) gets poked and not changing course when needed is a major flaw of his that causes the majority of his major mis-steps and screw ups, all the way into and yes past Civil War in particular: and he tends to not think about how this affects others around him until again.. good and well after the fact. This is an ongoing theme with Tony as a major flaw; and it's well done to a degree if you're paying attention but yes.. lots and lots of plot armor in the hero coding all around that does not just belong to him for the majority, either. And less so in an aftermath put face-first in Civil War the fact that none of the restrictions or consequences otherwise affect how the Avengers operate afterwards put in plain example with the Nigeria bio-weapon scene.

(Sort-of side note: That whole Nigeria biological weapon theft opening scene, it's premise, it's follow up and framing has issues all over the place in this realm too that I've covered both here and in fic form; but yeah. It does weigh in here as another example in both directions I'm not getting into again. I could write a whole 500 page book about CW and I would still need to write a sequel detailing the breakdowns alone. Ultimately it's a mess even if it is a decent catalyst, and one of the points I don't think they detailed a proper response to in story at all. If you're curious about the baseline as to how it's screwed? Why was Nigeria building biological weapons in the first place; why wasn't it better guarded; and especially why would either of those first two questions be a thing in a major and heavily populated city or even close to it; never mind within walking distance of a VERY busy street market, after Hydra including members of it's defunct cells like Brock have been outed and made desperate to raise the chances of someone taking it in particular should definitely have that kind of dangerous and infectious product in need of being protected by outside agencies at all whether they're the Avengers or not? Yeah, badly handled; that. But fiction/narrative/plot armor on an international scale so.. meh.)

As far as CW in particular goes though; that plot armor in-universe and the incorrect ways both sides take to correct it literally is the point on display in CW, and; has been said and pointed out repeatedly by the creators and the actors themselves during official and BTS documenting interviews given around and during the time of it's release.

The entire premise of the split in is stated openly as being neither 'side' is entirely in the right, or entirely clear of responsibility for events prior; or of the events displayed as current in Civil War either. The debate/argument at the conference table puts this on display fairly well; but doesn't cover the obvious rebuttal of Rhodey's arrogance comment being equally as arrogant in dismissing basic human rights and autonomy, or the fact that from start to finish of that scene; the nukes Ross is referring to are people who absolutely should have some of those under the governments he is representing there; both human and not.

(Missed opportunity there and side note again: that one they should have taken, especially to remind the audience & set up for the 'habeas corpus' mention from Rogers that is pointed that out later in after Bucky is framed for Kiev and caught in Bucharest as part of Zemo abusing that exclusively corrupt and prejudiced system to manage it.. but yeah. The Geneva Conventions as protection of basic human rights are a thing for a reason; and something the Accords and team Ross regularly put aside. Rogers does not go about things properly at all no, but that is again a thing that everyone involved is responsible for not doing in the film in differing degrees and from differing angles. It's ultimately their egos and unwillingness to recognize that or work together and compromise on both sides, that ultimately causes the most issues and damage: all the way to the ending scene. Incidentally, in the aftermath: this is also why dismissing the Accords is one of the few things to make sense post-Civil War. The Accords as presented and especially carried through by those entrusted with it, are every anti-human rights: to the point that it does line up with Hydra's Nazi agenda run 'Project Insight's' goals and intents from CA:tWS at scary and creepy levels.)

The film basically tries to tackle the subjects of the incorrect/downsides and correct/upsides of conformity and oversight under often corrupt officials willing to sacrifice a portion of basic human rights to achieve it (Ross, backed by Tony under guilt after being confronted by Spencer, along with Zemo using his position among those officials to bomb Kiev and frame Barnes thanks to that oversight failing as a result of that dismissal of human rights policies etc) versus; the incorrect/downsides and correct/upsides of full and sometimes ego-driven autonomy without a regulation or full moral checks that include those affected in the resulting event or aftermath (Bucky Barnes framing, Steve).

Personally I don't think they went a little too complex with that theme and story; so much as they simply didn't state or display some of it quite as well as they should have to acheive it for general viewers and those unable to perceive those issues well, or take into account favoritism in the fandom that's rampant in allowing that coding to apply only to their individual favorites.

I've re-watched and broken this film and those leading up to it especially down so many times (dozens and that is not an overstatement), from so many differing angles it's hard for me to miss: but I do understand why and how most tend to forget or graze over the varying points along those lines.

That doesn't change the facts of the film attempting that; or plot armor and the hero/villain coding heavily embedded in it or the MCU as a whole either though. Most of that can and does pass under the 'fiction' rule yes, but I have to point out.. that those who apply that to one fictional character and refuse to do so with the next in line; especially when they exist in the same universe and film/s?

That, is just plain hypocrisy and favoritism.

'Team Cap' and Team Stark' in particular as a concept is yes and in fact a fan made hype machine that they ran with as a company outside of that for promotional reasons shortly after screening and polls related made it clear that was a popular take they could promote Civil War with on this side of the screen: and even during the interview stages they poked fun at that fact in skits and more.

One of the most famous being the doughnut skit with Taylor, RDJ and Evans. The video provided below also has clips after the meme-worthy promo skit from some of Evans' offical notations, that; right away tell you exactly that. One of the most to the point statements in that regard was documented in Evans' and RDJs interviews during that 'VS' promotional: one example of which I'm putting here for y'all...

There are versions of that entire interview set from both main-focus actors and more, out there (especially documented on youtube) but yeah and again.. neither 'side' is 'right' or 'wrong': recognizing that in universe, was part of the point and a huge part of the story of Civil War in particular.

There is no character on Civil War's screen or in the MCU that isn't affected by that plot armor and hero/villain coding. Every single one of them have a bare minimum of one or two instances and examples of it, and those involved are very aware of it to state as much.

Just sayin' and, again; playing favorites with that concept in afvor of any character is hypocrisy, falling into that coding with favoritism as the flavoring; and always has been, hands down.

There are, absolutely; limitations to which that and things attached should be allowed under the fiction rule. The problem and arguments start when those limitations aren't followed through with or applied evenly from character to character by the creators and viewers both.

The baseline rules related to this that especially hasn't been applying in recent phases and has been a major factor in screwing over the story over all can be broken down to two simple sentences:

1. A hero is not a hero without the clear and consistent application of a conscience and it's effect in any event: before, during and after said event.

2. And yes, this should include guilt as a more than momentary thing, and especially consequence; or the lack of both or either where keeping that hero title is concerned.

Again, just sayin':

For those who pull this stuff...?

It doesn't matter which character is being bashed or upheld over another in the process as a favorite; doing the same thing in reverse and ignoring this kind of thing character by character in the same universe especially: isn't gonna get you anywhere or prove anything other than that the coding issue is yes a stronk one, and that favoritism, othering it enables, and hypocrisy; is a thing.

Also tags.

It genuinely saddens me how desperate people are to tear apart the one relationship Wanda has with a still-living person

Gotta love how this fucker even tries to claim that Wanda might be lying about how her parents died. I bet they headcanon that SHE killed them and then altered Pietro’s memories.

I couldn’t see the date on this post, but I’m assuming it was from 2019. That “happy ending” claim aged like milk.

[faunandfloraas]

????? is so true

[tarraxahum]

When your dynamic is "Please rest for me" x "I will fucking murder for you". And also you're both aroace and all this guard dog energy is insanely platonic.

Lyoka and Nia may participate in the OC kiss week too, as a treat. (This time spoilers for the future, not the past, for a change.)

[easypeasylindyvesey]

6-0 when scoring first, 6 comeback wins during playoffs

[classicjdiesandgoestohell]

its interesting when ppl start discussing the experience u have had your entire life and calling it transphobic and stuff 👆 like damn ive been telling people this for years and now im rethinking everything

[matfields]

(OC) sneaking around to make out with your witch boyfriend

some oc comic because tumblr is the only place where i can post these kind of things

[certified-anakinfucker]

idk what it is abt hp that has people acting sooooo fucking unwise but. what. im really so confused. how hard is it.. to be.. a decent person.. because if someone says "hey im really not supportive of this media because it actively harms me/my loved ones and im really uncomfortable with you playing it while talking to me" ...... why does that compel people to become booboo the fucking fool. how can you look a friend in the eye and say "hmmmm dont care" when you see all of the fucking backlash thats going on in front of you and you get sooooooooo surprised when youre suddenly cut off. like lmao youre a threat to me and my safety and my friends. the fuck did you think was gonna happen. you thought i was gonna let that shit slide?? tf

[crimson-roots]

life smp s4 ideas:

put mike lebeau in there i think he would have fun :]

[nikkiruncks]

Hot take, but I can see Donna dying her hair in a healthy mindset. Just not in flashy and crazy colors.

[just-osgood]

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[windandwater]

I haven't been able to listen to music since--uh. March. which doesn't necessarily sound like a problem but if you've ever gone 5 months without listening to music for an extended period of time, let me tell you, the inside of your head gets weird. the songs my brain has been dredging up to play on a loop are 1) deep cuts, 2) annoying, and 3) shit I thought I erased from my being entirely. I'm talking girl scout camp songs. songs from The Bad Times of life. one single refrain from a song the rest of which I don't remember.

distracting yourself with nothing but video game streams, the Sims, and podcasts, is not what I'd call healthy.

only thing is. when I joke about having the taste of an aging male hippie. I always mean one aging male hippie in particular. even the stuff that's not classic rock is a branch of all that in that it's folk, it's indie, it's something I like because of who I am because of my dad.

and if it's not that it's something I'm not really in the mood for.

so I bit the bullet and listened all the way through "Country Roads" (we went to & fell in love with West Virginia together a lot) and like a fool thought that because I only teared up I was safe so I listened to "Shenandoah" which always makes me emotional anyway for various reasons and y'all that part of the country was my favorite growing up and guess who always took me there?

I fell in love with the woods & mountains there. we would pick blueberries in the summer and go in the spring specifically to see wildflowers. it was there that I first saw a bear and learned not to be afraid of them. I went on trips just me & my dad because I loved hiking & camping the most out of anyone in my family, just like him, so he took just me, out into the woods.

I cried the way I did when I got the news. all over again.

I'm tired as shit of being this sad.

also: told my brother (who has been sending me punk songs with sad lyrics) that I did this to myself. he'd never heard the song and is not a folk person in general? or a huge outdoors person. but he was there on most of the same trips. he listened to the first 35 seconds and had to nope out of it. I am both vindicated and more sad.

[shriekshrike]

hey so orym. older druid. gau drashari. gave him a seed.

tree of names pt 2?

[euno11a]

”Simon, you need to promise me you won’t get mad…” you said as you looked at him from the opposite side of the couch.

his brows furrowed as he looked at you, “Can’t promise, love.”

you nibbled your lip, picking at the skin on your cuticles before finally spitting it out. “I have a crush on someone!”

you’ve seen Simon in many ways - when he’s angry, sad, happy, horny and that beautiful look he gave you when he saw you on your wedding day, but nothing would’ve ever prepared you for the look you got when you said that. He looked like you hit his heart a thousand times. “Y’what?”

“I- I have a crush…and the problem is, I can’t stop staring and thinking he’s the most handsome guy. And when he stared back at me, I got butterflies and felt myself blush.”

He sat quietly, listening to you as you rambled on about your new crush…at least you were telling him and not cheating.

You let out a small sigh, “He makes me nervous and giddy; not nervous in a bad way, but nervous in a ‘I just want him to lean in and kiss me’ kinda way. Like, ‘Hey, my phone buzzed and I hope it’s him’ kinda way. And when I get ready to go out, I struggle to find the perfect outfit because I wanna look just right…”

that feeling of comfort he once had with you, his wife, was just fading away so easily. After all the shit that had happened to him, you were the last one he thought would do this to him. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head and walking off to the front door.

you got up and ran over to him, grabbing his arm. “Si, where are you going?” You looked at him, trying to figure out what made him upset.

“Away. Let y’have yer time with your new lad.” His voice was stern and full of venom. But it only got worse when he saw you crack a smile.

“Simon…no, lovie, I was talking about you! You’re the guy I have a crush on…and I know it’s gushy, but I feel like a teenager again every time I look at you. It’s your fault for being so handsome.” Your voice gentle as you cupped his face and pressed little butterfly kisses to his cheeks and nose.

he could do nothing but stand there dumbfounded. “Y’need t’find a better way of sayin’ shit, doll. Thought you were bout to leave me…” his voice got softer when he said that last bit.

your eyes softened, knowing how it sounded to him. You sank to your knees and pressed small kisses to his sweatpant clad thighs, earning a small groan from him. “Wha’re you doin’ love?”

“Apologizing…” you said, staring up at him through your lashes as you pulled his sweats down.

[screampied]

NO NUT NOVEMBER ☆ JJK MEN

gojo, nanami, toji, getō, choso, jujutsu kaisen men & how long can they last during nnn

2.7k+ ☆ total wc ☆

☆ tags ☆ afab!reader. overstim , edging , dry humping , unprotected sex , oral [f] , orgasm-denial , semi-public sex , dirty talk , choking , dumbification kink, brat taming.

FAILED NOV. 1 ☆ GOJO SATORU

poor gojo fails on the first day immediately. he's so cocky once you suggest you two should try it—see which one breaks first and it's obviously gojo. you walking around in a sundress was just about enough for him to forget about the entire challenge.

“you really don’t think i’ll last for the entire month?” gojo says, and he’s just following you around. it’s november first and he’s already losing it. the pretty sundress that hung down you, practically and barely reaching your ass made him ten times hornier. “pft. please. i can last the whole month without—” and then he stops mid-sentence at the realization, and his lip quivers a bit whilst he’s rubbing himself against you from behind. “…can't i at least.. touch you, baby?”

“no,” you spoke, letting off a gasp once he bends you straight over the kitchen counter. all it took was for gojo to pull up your sundress a few inches towards your waist, and he nearly lets off a needy moan once he sees you’re wearing no panties. “you can last a month satoru. it's not that long.”

“hey ‘s not fuckin' fair,” he groans, and he’s so close propped up against you. his bulge hardens against you, he’s only wearing simple grey sweats and he slides his hands against your waist. “planned this all out, d-didn’t you,” and he lets off a low breathy sigh. “there's no rule sayin' i can’t bend ya over like this,” he speaks, his voice sounding whiner by the second—you gasp once he squeezes your ass, feeling his thumb brush against your slit. “is there, baby?”

gojo couldn't help himself. once he had you bent over, you now found yourself in mating press with him being pumped full over and over again. a day hasn’t even passed and he already lost—to be fair, in his defense it was your fault for walking around in a pretty short sundress that nearly showed the bottom parts of your ass.

“s-so nice ‘n warm f’me.” he’d pant again and again, having you in quite the position to where you’re laid flat on your back, his own cum is so much it’s oozing out of your pussy. your grip onto his wrist tightens as he dips his hips in and out, you’re moaning from his thrusts—already forgetting about the stupid dumb challenge you suggested for you and your boyfriend to participate in.

to think of going one month without being intimate with gojo.

“s-satoru,” you moaned, and his base just smacks just smacks and smacks against you. you're so dizzy, craving more of his sticky load by the second, desperately wanting to be even more full. it was such a mess between your legs. he’s panting and staring at you with that same hungry feral gaze, swiping a tongue across his sheeny lips—gojo leans in to kiss you hard, yet more so passionate. he’s moaning and whining into your mouth while preparing to cum again and he’s so sensitive. he can barely think straight. “m-mhm.”

your body is basically being fucked dumb into the fats of the silkened mattress. gojo’s weight hovers against yours as his cock thrusts in and out, giving you whiplash so good to where it has you digging your pretty nails into the pale roots of his arm.

“not finished with you,” he pants, his eye-lids were low, and he was still panting up a storm once he pulls out for a brief moment. gojo stares down at the mess he create—licking his lips once more before leaning down to briefly lick a little of his own cum from your thighs before letting off a sigh. “we… can try again next year, y-yeah?”

FAILED NOV. 3 ☆ CHOSO KAMO

choso would have honestly failed on the first day too, but he has a bit more self control which is surprising. he's a very needy man not to mention quite clingy too. three days felt so long for the poor guy though. three days without cumming inside—he'd go mad. so he had to improvise.

“just a taste princess, just a…taste,” he’d pant, staring at you with such intent. you’re just lying down on the bed, glancing back up at him while rubbing a hand over your tummy before smiling. “don’t look at me like that.”

“choso it’s only been three days,” you giggle, reaching for his hand and he was so warm—he lets off a soft moan just from your touch alone, so touch starved and it hasn’t even been that long.

a big baby.

but eventually, he was so cute and you gave in. choso didn’t even want to fuck you. all he wanted to do was please you, more than please himself. but he does end up pleasing himself just a tad bit. you getting off gets him off if that makes sense. the raven-haired man was propped securely between your legs, his tongue latched onto your sweet cunt, lapping it up continuously while his moans fanned against you—making you create out tiny whines and moans yourself.

“s-so good, so hungry,” he whines, and choso can’t help but reach into his black and white boxers, stroking himself. he couldn’t help it, just hearing your sweet noises was enough to make him cum right through his sweatpants. “drivin’ me s-so insane.”

“fuck choso,” you whimper, some long strands of his hair tickles and brushes against your thighs, he’s so sloppy too. making sure to spit on your pussy only to clean it up. choso wasn’t never fond of his pretty baby to be messy. he’s so into it, his lashes remained closed as he ate you out, continuing to stroke his dick—moaning right into your folds, eventually your slick drips down his chin and he’s craving more and more. “don’t stop, your tongue feels so g-good, baby.”

“praise me more,” he whines, giving you a brief stare, his eyes opens for a second and his eyebrows raise down and furrow. a cute saddened expression of how wanting and needy he was. “want you to tell me how good ‘m makin’ you feel, gorgeous.”

you’re panting heavily from his tongue and how deep it reaches, each suck and slurp he creates before you dig your fingers through his hair to make him maintain eye contact. “you’re so good, choso. you’re making me feel so good.”

“….oh, s’ all i want, pretty,” he sighs, giving the front part of your pussy a sweet kiss before dragging a single orgasm out of you.

FAILED NOV. 9 ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI

you make toji fail because you’re just…horny. toji believe it or not, toji could last a few days of nnn despite being an actual walking sex-machine. it was your idea, but now you regret it. it makes his ego boost tremendously seeing how you couldn’t take it anymore, such a cock hungry girl.

“toji!” you’d pout, desperate for him to at least touch you at least—but no, he was busy occupying himself by working out. raising the hefty bench pressed up and down, he looked so good. and he was just ignoring you. a smirk lightly pressed against his lips as he lifts the gym equipment up and down, counting his sets in his head and you bit your lip.

you had to do something, you couldn’t wait. it’s been nine days, you were sitting on toji’s lap. specifically, his hard bulge that was poking through his grey gym shorts. “yes baby,” he speaks, acting as if you weren’t squirming on his lap, so desperate to get him off.

“i need you,” was the only pathetic words leaving your lips, and he watches as you slide your hands up his white tank tee, brushing your fingertips against his abdomen—his rock hard abs just flexing, a bit sweaty and you nearly moaned. “so bad. sosobad. fuck me please. ‘s was a stupid idea.”

“tch. ‘bout damn time. and ya said i’d break first,” he chuckles, setting the black dumbbells aside to their original position. “mm. at least y’er aware. now now, be a good girl ‘n take those filthy panties off f’me.”

you whined, thankful you wore a skirt so all you had to was really slip your panties off—you stare down at toji as you’re riding him and he’s still laid flat on his back on the gym bench. at least it wasn’t many people around but they’d still probably see you. but from anyone’s perspective, it’d look like a silly girl on her boyfriend’s lap for whatever reason.

“s-shit,” you moaned, feeling his cock expand deep just from his girth alone. it was so good, it nearly had you drooling. toji’s fat dick was something you could never get enough of. it stretched you out so good—it was indescribable to say how great it made you feel, your pussy yearned for more each time, your mouth grows dry as you grind your hips against him. and he’s just staring at you with his toned arms are just smugly pinned behind his back, watching you have the time of your life. “s’big toji. fuck.”

“ya know how to take it every time though, doll,” he grunts, bringing a hand towards your waist to somewhat guide your movements. you whimper once he brings a hard smack to your ass once he feels you start to slow down, he’s so big, his tip kisses against deep inside of your pussy and you’re so dizzy, you can’t even speak words. “fuckin’ whore-” he groans, and you end up making toji cum quicker than he thought he would—it shoots right inside you, his head goes back for about two seconds and it’s sexy, you can see his adams apple just briefly.

“better savor that shit,” he grumbles, watching you catch your breath yourself, and he brings two fingers and dips them inside your pussy before letting off a grunt. “should make ya lick my fingers clean. bet you’d like that, little slutty girl,” and he gives you a brief head pat while you’re pushed into his chest, panting over and over. “yeah ya fuckin’ would.”

FAILED NOV. 18 ☆ SUGURU GETŌ

geto could last long, but everything changed once you decided to tease him a bit too much. sending him videos of you touching yourself while he’s out at work or busy. he comes home to you—and he just can’t take it anymore.

geto’s breath shakes once he holds his phone in one hand, seeing you on the screen—only in your bra and panties, sliding a hand up and down your body. his eyes trail and observe every inch, his mouth dry a bit, wishing you were with him right now. “suguru baby, you miss me?” you’d say in the video recording, dragging your fingertips further and further down until you eventually stopped at the very hem of your panties. “it’s been eighteen days since you last touched me.”

“yeah…” he pants, knowing you obviously can’t hear him, but he wished you could. so bad. “miss you so bad, princess. miss your pussy.”

“remember, you can’t touch yourself to me either. or cum until the month ends, okay? love you.” and the video clip ends. of course, he watches it at least seven more times—nearly cumming his pants just at the sound of your voice alone.

geto groans, feeling the bulge in his pants strain staggeringly get bigger and bigger. once he finally gets home, he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

you were already waiting for him on the bed, with a sly smile—geto's quick to pick you up and kiss you all over, staring with your lips and your neck. “the tip, just the tip. swear. jus’ gotta feel you baby. feel your warmth.”

“fine,” you smile, already making your way onto him. geto tells you at least ten shaky thank you’s once you’re hovering over his cock—geto looks so pretty underneath you, his hair covers his face and he starts whining once you’re doing as promised, just the tip. “what’s wrong, do you want more than that?”

“yeah but baby, you’re gonna make me c-cum.” he moans, feeling you start to sink down lower until your hips rocks against him and he lets off a soft whimper by accident. “damn, just like that. ride me baby. make me cummm,” and his voice is so smooth but shaky, his dark pretty eyes nearly rolls back and it’s so sexy, he’s so sensitive he keeps swallowing and bracing himself before within seconds—geto ends up shooting white ropes inside, you feel his dick twitch as he’s still spasming, it’s been so long and his load is so much.

“shit.” he whines, leaning in to kiss you and he ends up moaning in your mouth once you return the kiss. “saved- saved s’much for you, baby,” he moans, grabbing ahold of your hips, making you continue to rock against him—only before he grips your waist, and starts to make you slam onto him and you whined, completely taken aback. “gotta remind this pussy who it really belongs to though.”

FAILED NOV. 30 ☆ NANAMI KENTO

nanami's the only one of the few who can actually go an entire month, although he just about barely makes it. he comes home from a long day at work and he’s just so pent up and stressed. all he can think about is using you as his personal cum dump.

“you don’t know how hard it was to not—” and he pauses, having you lied flat on your back, using a single hand to pry your pretty legs open. you shiver from feeling the cold band of his watch brush against your thighs. “woman, you torture me, you know that?”

you whimper from feeling him slowly sink himself inside—he’s staring down at you and his weight presses against your ass, he groans once he goes in and out, he’s teasing you. his cock was so thick, it stretches you out in every shape or form. your pussy hugs and grips him tightly, and he just can’t help himself. “kento, cum in me p-please,”

“thought you said i couldn’t cum until december first, sweetheart,” he says in a low voice, it’s almost seductive by the sounds of his pronunciation. nanami’s just sliding his tip in and out, it’s leaking with some of his own pre-cum, and he lets off a chuckle once he hears your cute whine of frustration. “this is your little game, i’m just playing by the rules.”

“didn’t mean it,” you cry out, so needy for him to fuck you. he was so warm, so so warm, your eyebrows parted together in annoyance and you bit your lip at him sinking a few inches inside your tight needy cunt before pulling out again. “kento please. fuck me, cum-cum in me, i need it.”

“oh, i know,” he breaths, and you gasp once you feel him spank your ass before rubbing it softly. nanami groans—swiping his fat reddened tip against your throbbing hole, spitting on his hand before rubbing it against your entrance to make you whimper, then spanks your pussy. “to think i haven’t touched this pretty body for a damn near month. you only ended up torturing yourself, sweetheart. can’t last a day without me filling this sloppy cunt up,” and as he’s talking, you’re growing more and more dizzy. you’re practically drooling from how needy you were.

and he dumbs his words down just a tad bit for you, his voice grows low once he leans up close to you purposely, wrapping a hand around your throat as his weight pressed against your ass. “tell me,” he whispers. “say the words and i’ll overflow your pussy with everything i have, pretty girl.”

“please kento, need your cum. need it so bad. fill me up please. breed me.”

“anything for my girl.” he kisses the top of your head, stroking a thumb against the middle part of your neck before stuffing two fingers of his into your mouth—he didn’t expect you to suck on them, but you did, whining and whining over and over again once he starts to thrust inside of you. he’s slow but his strokes are deep, and it’s so romantic. “that’s it, jus’ relax for me. let me claim these walls, then i’ll claim your heart next.”

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I don't share

Pairing: Possessive!König x Fem!Reader

Summary: König doesn't like sharing you, which is exactly why you had been married for almost ten years and none of his comrades knew about you. At least, not until he drunkenly spilled the beans and you showed up the next day with a box of cookies..

Warnings: Bondage! MDom! Doggy! CreamPie! OverStim! Oral(M2F)!

König was very secretive of his personal life on account of his social anxiety. He had been transfered to Task Force 141 for a while and had made pretty good friends with them, but of course, one night TF141 was making fun of him while drinking and in his own drunken haze he blurted out something that didn't go unnoticed,

"If you keep making fun of my wife, I'll kill you. Oh wait, that sounded like a joke; I will actually kill you."

He was very protective and possessive of you, which you didn't mind in the slightest. But he had accidently revealed that he had a wife, and everyone kept pestering him about it.

"I bet she's a strong lass aye? Big as an Ox! Only person that makes sense fer a mountain" Soaps slurred comment made him scoff as König kept sipping on his vodka, aggravated and embarrassed.

"What she do fer a living König? She a construction worker or somethin?"

König looked at Gaz with bewilderment. "A construction worker? where the hell did you get that? Gott.. Nein she's a baker."

Even Ghost was muttering how she probably had massive arms to carry 8 trays at once of protein bars. König kept to himself the rest of the night before returning home to you.

"Hi mein Liebe, I'm home." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, stripping off his tactical vest and mask then kicking off his boots.

"How was your night with the boys? Was it fun?"

He lied down on top of you, burying his face in your chest, crushing your small frame as he huffed annoyed.

"Kept making fun of you...Arschlöcher.. kept sayin you were a big burly lady.."

You snorted, running your fingers through his hair. You told him to ignore them because they didn't know what they were talking about, they were just trying to get a rise out of him.

He sighed, content in your arms as he fell into a drunken sleep on top of you, the crushing pressure more than welcomed.

The next day you decided to surprise König on base with a little gift. The guards of course did not believe that you were his wife so you pulled out the marriage certificate and your spouse ID card to shove it in their face. They were gob smacked as they discovered he had a wife and informed you he was currently at the cantina.

You were directed where to go, a box of chocolate chip cookies in had as you made your way there. Once inside, the place gradually got quiet as you made your way over to your husband giddy as his back faced you.

König was currently berating his friends about making fun of you again until he noticed that they weren't even paying attention, they were looking behind him.

He turned, and there you were, barely meeting his eye level while he was sitting, a box of cookies in hand adorned in a pleated pink skirt and a white tank top with a knit sweater and chunky white heels.

"Surprise! I brought you cookies Liebe!"

The horror that flooded his gaze was unmatched. He quickly wrapped around you to hide you from onlookers, glaring in their direction.

"Mein Liebe, what are you doing here? You are for my eyes only!"

You pouted into him, pushing off of his chest, "I wanted to surprise you," His eyes softened and he huffed, turning to glare at the men at the table who were still gaping in your direction.

"Thas your wife König? The lass is like half your size!" Soap stared on in horror, you could tell what he was thinking about so you hid in his shirt.

"Let's go." He stood, throwing you over his shoulder and flattening your skirt over your ass. Your face was red as you tried to keep the box from being crushed, and you just stared down, completely embarrassed.

"König put me down!" You kicked your legs, trying to fight him off, but he just smacked your ass and carried you out of the cantina, everyone completely silent.

"What the hell just happened." Ghost shrugged at Soaps comment and just kept eating silently.

König had carried you all the way to his quarters, gently placing you on the bed. The blood had rushed to your head so you were bright red.

He knelt, taking off your shoes and rubbing at your sore feet.

"Why did you think this was a good idea mein Liebe? Hmm?"

"I just wanted to bring you a treat.. I thought you'd like seeing me here.."

König sighed, kissing your shin before he looked up at you with his piercing gaze.

"Lamm, I can't keep my eyes off of you, which means neither can other men. I'm the only one that gets to look at you. Du bist mein."

You huffed and averted your gaze, cheeks a bright pink as you handed him a cookie.

"Still, you didn't have to make a scene.." He simply chuckled and stood.

"I know you like it when I toss you around Liebling, you cant fool me. I know you loved the attention."

He caged you in on the bed, prompting you to lie on your back, legs hanging off the edge. You pulled up his mask to reveal his mouth and pressed your lips to his. König groaned softly, slanting his lips against yours, intensifying the kiss.

You moaned and panted into his mouth, whimpering at the flavor of his tongue against yours. He ran a hand up your thigh, squeezing your soft skin in his calloused hands.

He pulled away to attack your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin

"K-König.. what if someone sees-!"

"Don't care.. they need to know who you belong to... Du bist mein..."

You squirmed underneath him, far too excited at the attention he was giving you, especially when he slipped a finger under your panties and rubbed at your sloppy folds.

"Scheiße.. du bist so wet for me Liebe.."

You watched with dazed eyes as he slid off the bed onto his knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he ripped off your underwear and started sucking on your clit. You immediately grabbed at the fabric of his mask and threw your head back, arching into his mouth as you moaned loudly.

König quickly sunk two fingers into your wet cunt, rubbing at your sensitive walls as he fucked you with his hand. You met his gaze and whimpered as he continued eating you out like a starved man. He moaned against your pussy as you came on his hands and face, plenty of slick being absorbed into the fabric hiding his face.

A soft whine escaped as he cleaned up your mess with his tongue, savoring every drop of your arousal. He stood, sucking his fingers clean as he stared down at your spent form lying limply on the bed.

"Braves Mädchen.."

You lied there, staring at him as you tried to grasp a single thought after that mind blowing orgasm, but you just blushed when you noticed his dick straining against his pants.

"What is it Liebling? You want more? Dirty little slag..."

Gnawing on your lip, you nodded, completely drunk on his attention. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and shucked from his pants immediately made you throb for him.

He bound your wrists with the belt, flipping you on your stomach so you were bent over the side of the bed. You had to stand on your toes, causing your legs to shake at the stretch.

"König.. Please.." He chuckled at your desperate plea as he forced your knees back onto the bed so your hips met his. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you by swiping over your clit.

You whined, burying your face further into the mattress as the friction of the blanket rubbed against your knees. König sunk the head of his cock into you, eliciting a pitiful moan as he stretched you wide, this fat cock stuffing into you inch by inch.

He groaned softly at the friction, praising you for taking him so well, "It's like you were made for me Mein Liebe, wrapped so fucking tight around me... Scheiße.."

He slowly pulled out then sunk back in, reveling in the feel of your gummy cunt wrapping tight around his meaty shaft. You whined, pressing against him to meet each thrust, tears staining the mattress as you took his cock.

König nearly growled every time you sucked him back in, head thrown back as he pulled your hips against his.

"I don't share Liebling.. You're all mine.. Only I get to see you.. get to fuck you... Scheiße.."

He moaned as you tightly squeezed around him, creaming on his dick. He watched as a ring of white collected at the base of his cock, stuffing it all the way in before spurting thick ropes of cum into your cunt.

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down your thighs as you whimpered at the empty feeling. He gently undid the belt around your wrists and pressed a kiss to your forehead through his mask.

"Stay there Liebling, Ill clean you up.."

König stepped away to get a washcloth soaked in warm water, gently cleaning off the arousal that had covered your legs and folds, placing a gently kiss on your ass and putting your underwear, socks and shoes back on for you.

"Now let's get you out of here, I don't need anyone else looking at my beauty.." you just nodded slowly and tried to rise on shaky legs. Clinging to his arm, he walked you back to your car, many onlookers staring in shock and utter horror.

He raised his mask above his nose and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before letting you leave. When you started the car, window still rolled down, he listened intently to the radio, realizing you were listening to his playlist.

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus..

You flushed, turning down the radio and meekly met his gaze, "I like that song.. Reminds me of you.."

His piercing blue eyes told you all you needed to know. When he got home, you wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.

Because he was going to make sure you couldn't walk.