#really should give u a proper tag how about

[baynton]

Babe I -

me @ u

[riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat]

Hello! If u don't mind i would like to req Tom Riddle x m!reader where reader is an exchange student and surprise surprise he's a parselmouth! So let's say, speaking with animals r common on where he live, n obviously Tom was intrigued

U can do anything w this prompt, sfw, nswf, whatever! I js need to feed my TR brainrot

omg yes!! this is a brilliant idea!!! thank you for requesting, I love this prompt so much

the TR brainrot is so real😔

I made the reader confident, because I felt like they would be interesting to someone as narcissistic as Tom, and he'd probably feel more curious about the new boy who seems so oddly comfortable in what should be this new, unfamiliar environment.

hope you enjoy!

tags: x male reader, kinda ooc Tom? (not really though, this is how I imagine he would act around others at Hogwarts, seeing as he was supposed to be charming and perfect, you know?), suggestive thoughts (Tom has pretty interesting thoughts about reader 😏), cocky!reader, use of y/n, not beta-read

word count: 1564

Fresh Face - TR x male!Slytherin!reader

The Great Hall buzzed with chatter, friends catching up after the holidays, first-years being welcomed to their new houses, excitement and general anticipation for the new year. Tom sat, surrounded by his friends, making idle small talk with a pleasant smile painted on his face.

Suddenly, McGonagall stood at the podium, gesturing for silence. A respectful hush fell over the Hall as people broke off their conversations to tune in.

Some keen individuals began to notice that the Sorting Hat was still out. Other even more observant students noticed the figure stood off the side of McGonagall. Some particularly enterprising students made the connection between these two observations, and concluded that this figure was a new student, about to be sorted.

But that still left the question: why was he separated from the first years?

Only one specific student, Tom, noticed that the figure was a young boy, around his age, who stood with confidence and a calmness that was odd for someone clearly in an unfamiliar environment. Tom also noticed that the boy was dressed in brand new school robes, unmarked but pressed and proper, high quality and perfectly tailored, highlighting the boy’s long legs and muscular chest and strong thighs and-.

Tom moved on.

He noticed more. He noticed movement.

Movement?

Yes, right there, on the boy’s shoulders, around his neck (and what a lovely neck it was, Tom wanted to know what it would look like bruised and with his hands wrapped around it-). A dark, sleek thing, winding about the boy, a small, narrow head, a flicking tongue...

A snake?

Tom watched, in curiosity, as the snake shifted, pressing its face close to the boy's ear, hissing something Tom couldn’t hear, too far away. He watched, in shock, as the boy chuckled, slanting a gaze towards the snake and rolling his eyes (Godric, what Tom wouldn’t give to see those gorgeous eyes roll for another reason-).

Bloody hell, what was with him today, these cursed thoughts were getting out of hand.

Tom watched, intrigued and definitely not obsessively so, as the boy (a parseltongue?), turned back to the podium, attention back on Professor McGonagall, who had finished her speech.

Tom was ashamed to realise he had heard absolutely none of it, and he could only watch as McGonogall turned to the mysterious boy, calling him up.

“Y/n Y/l/n, if you could please come up.” McGonagall called out.

Well, at least he knew his name.

Tom watched as the boy strode up the stage, nodding politely at Professor McGonagall, a small gesture of respect and deference that detracted nothing from his confidence. The snake was still on the boy's shoulders, mostly hidden by the boy’s robes.

The boy, Y/n, sat down on the chair, elegant and comfortable, waiting as McGonagall placed the hat on his head. Y/n’s eyes slipped shut for a moment, a small smirk spread across his face as he opened them again, a loud declaration of “Slytherin!” ringing out across the Great Hall from the old hat.

Tom found that a small, barely noticeable twitch had occurred on his own lips, tugging them slightly upward in a mirror of Y/n’s smirk. Tom quickly reigned in his features, unfortunately not before Mattheo, his younger brother, noticed it, a teasing smirk spreading across his face, an expression promising misery later.

Suddenly, gasps rang out across the Great Hall, and Tom watched in awe as the boy gracefully stood from the seat, each movement powerful and controlled. That wasn’t what the mindless fools about him were gasping at, however. They were gaping at the beautiful, gorgeous snake on Y/n’s shoulders, uncurling from where it was looped about his neck, baring its head and hissing out at the crowd.

“Look at these idiots.”

Tom raised a brow at the snake’s rather offensive comment.

Y/n chuckled, a hand lifting to stroke at the snake’s head, a languid smirk on his face as he walked off the stage, joining the Slytherin table amidst hesitant cheers and staggered applause.

“I know, Nyx, I know. But it’s rather funny isn’t it?”

Tom could barely hold back the smirk as he heard your response.

“I suppose...”

Tom grunted in surprise, glaring at Mattheo, who had elbowed him in the ribs, and at Theo and Enzo, who were snickering behind their hands and avoiding his gaze by collapsing into each other.

“What’s got you gawking, Tommy?” Mattheo asked, a cocky smirk on his face as he avoided Tom’s retaliation.

“None of your business.”

“Aww come on, don’t be like that Tommy. I’m your little brother, it’s practically my duty to make it my business.”

Tom scowled, swatting at Mattheo’s head and slapping him, hard.

Mattheo whined, rubbing his head and glaring at Tom.

“You’re mean. And your boy is staring at you.”

Tom was embarrassed at how quickly he turned his head, the tips of his ear flushing slightly and a scowl fixing on his face as Mattheo cackled with Theo and Enzo, laughing at him.

All thoughts of revenge and fratricide were chased out of his mind as he looked at you, your (beautiful, merlin) eyes already staring at him, meeting in a thrilling clash of wills.

The snake, Nyx, flicks its tongue, looking at Tom assessingly.

A shame you were seated so far, Tom had no means of speaking with you right now. Whatever, he was a Prefect, and in your new house. He’d find time.

You smiled passively before turning away, paying attention to the young boy engaging you in conversation.

Tom, too, turned back to his brother and friends, scowl returning as he watched them falling over each other and howling with laughter.

****

You were reading peacefully in the common room, catching up on topics covered at Hogwarts your old school hadn’t covered, when you felt a presence approaching you, and the cold nose of Nyx, your pet snake, pressing against your neck. You look up, seeing Tom Riddle, Slytherin’s perfect prince, heading towards you.

You slid a bookmark into your textbook, marking the page before closing it and setting it aside. As Tom approaches you, he smiles pleasantly, eyes calculating as he greets you.

“Y/l/n, right? Nice to meet you, I’m Tom Riddle, the Slytherin prefect.” He extends a hand, elegant, pale, and slender. You take it, shaking it in yours and noting how cool it was to the touch in contrast to your own warmth.

“Yes, nice to meet you, Riddle.”

Nyx raises her head, peering at Tom.

“Hello, speaker.” she hisses, and you turn to the snake, brows lifting in surprise. You had been warned that Hogwarts had no speakers.

“Hello, I am Tom Riddle, what is your name?” Tom speaks back, calm and collected.

“Nyx. You seem more intelligent than the buffoons around us.”

You laugh, fond amusement at your snake’s discontent with the lack of intellect surrounding you.

“Sorry about her, she’s crabby about the move.” You hiss, speaking to Tom as you pet Nyx’s smooth scales.

“I was told there were no speakers at Hogwarts. That it was considered... Dark arts.” you speak, tone questioning as you raise a brow at Tom, your eyes appraising.

He just smirks, his eyes equally calculating. “It is considered Dark, yes. And no-one but my closest friends and trusted know of me. You are quite bold to have revealed your... talents, so readily to the whole school, Y/l/n.”

Tom was intrigued, fascinated, curious even. (obsessed~ sings a voice in the back of Tom’s head that sound suspiciously like Mattheo)

“They can’t do anything about me, and I refused to leave Nyx lonely and unattended.” you shrug, smiling at Tom.

“You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” Tom raises his brow, smirking at you.

You smirk at him as you pick up your book, standing and walking past him to your dorm room.

“I’ll see you around, Riddle.” You call out over your shoulder.

Tom chuckles to himself as you walk away (and salazar, that ass-), before turning away to return to his dorm for the night.

The minute he walked into the dorm, he was greeted by jeering and snickering from all fronts, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Theodore, the assholes three.

He ignored the hollering of the three idiots, and strode into the en suite bathroom, showering and getting ready for bed.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, it was to be met with Mattheo and Theo looping arms around his shoulders and walking him over to their bed, one either side, and Lorenzo sprawled on his bed, laughing his head off as the Theo-duo menaces traded matching smirks and launched into a merciless interrogation and endless teasing.

****

After substantial ribbing and general bullying from all three fronts, and Mattheo being dramatic and snuggling with Theo and Lorenzo cooing over him in a bed together after Tom hexed him, Tom settled into his own bed, his eyes slipping shut as he systematically went through the memories of his day, filing them away as was demanded.

Eventually, he fell into his memories of you.

Y/n Y/l/n.

Parseltongue, exchange student, smart, snarky, confident. (hot, gorgeous, delicious-)

Curiouser and curiouser.

Tom smirked to himself as he crafted a new room in his mind, one just for you.

He fell asleep with one thought in his mind.

This was going to be interesting.

****

Word Count: 1564

I might do a continuation of this eventually, it's a great idea! thank you so much for the request @prettorett I hope you enjoy this!

🥰🥰

tag: @helendeath this is the fic haha

[unknownati]

iii. are you still watching?

a/n: EEEK ilygsm. im glad ppl liked the last post so much ^_^ <333 thank u!!!

u didnt hear this from me but i MAYYY be working on a lil something w ellie 😜😇🤫🤫

ngl? idk if i like this! i'm very 50/50 on it but ur the judge 🤷🏾‍♀️

warnings/tags: suggestive? like you're literally on the BRINK of fucking, still fluffy tho (you already know i can't live without it), "netflix n chill 🤓", cuddling, making out, not really tlou aligned more of a modern au, ending kinda sucks lol, guess what. NOT PROOFREAD 🔥🔥, once again not very long but still made with love 😁 🫶🏾

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it took you an abby an hour to actually pick a show to watch. it always took you two forever, and the first 10 minutes of disagreement was usually on whether it should be a show or a movie. once you got past that, then it was which one to actually watch.

horror?..not really abby's thing.

sci-fi? not feeling that.

mystery? you didn't feel like thinking.

thriller? nothing good.

you eventually just settled on 'insecure' since you'd had your eye on it for a minute (and abby didn't feel like going back and forth with you anymore).

once you made it past the hour of picking something to watch, these were your favorite nights to have with abby. she'd come over, sometimes you'd order food, and you'd whip out your comfiest blankets to bundle up in. you had this specific blanket that abby loved to use, it was not too thin but not too thick, and it was adorned with these cute little cartoon dogs. she refused to let you use it even though it was yours.

you were fully invested in this show, but the same couldn't be said for abby. she kept glancing over towards you, staring for long enough that she didn't know what was going on.

you kept making small comments about the show just to receive late 'mhm's and 'ohhh's back. it wasn't until you took a peek at abby that you realized she wasn't even looking at the screen. "are you even watching it?"

she shrugged and nodded, almost defensive. "i am! you're just..." she exhaled, the faintest grin spreading across her face. "distracting."

you blink, raising a brow but matching her expression. "how am i distracting you? i'm not even doing anything, babe."

she nudges your leg with her knee. "you're just so pretty, i can't not look at you." you roll your eyes, focusing your attention back on the screen when the intensity starts picking back up. and abby let you watch. for a couple minutes, at least.

right when it was getting good, you felt a hand at your thigh. you glance over, she's darting between your face and your thigh; testing the waters. you don't say anything, still partially trying to see what's happening. her hand moves, up, up, right to the hem of your shirt. she pushes the fabric up, and that fully captures your attention.

"whatcha doin'?" you question, watching how she moves closer to you and looks at you with the prettiest, most love-struck eyes you've ever seen.

"nothing. just keep watching," abby reaches up and turns your head back towards the tv. you try your hardest to focus, but the feeling of her hands sliding up your shirt and slowly savoring every inch of your skin was a lot. and it didn't help that she started to kiss your neck, taking her sweet time to cover you with affection.

she trails up your neck, and soon she's kissing your jaw, her hand stationed at your waist. "you're so pretty. can't keep my hands off you, just wanna touch you all the time."

"abby..." you whispered, turning to give her a proper kiss. and that was all she needed. the way your voice sounded was like music to her ears, especially the way her name rolled off of your tongue and dripped like honey. heavenly.

it doesn't take long before you're on your back with her on top of you, her hand pulling your shirt up above your chest like she'll die if it's not off of you. it's so cute, the way her brows are furrowed while she kisses you, the small noises she makes that are just enough to tell you how bad she needed you. her touches are so gentle. she treated you like the most delicate piece of glassware yet she was so desperate for you.

her lips trail down, kissing down your sternum while she looks up at you with glimmering blue-grey eyes. she makes her way down your body, stopping right above the hem of your shorts. by this point, you your hear your heart thumping in your chest even over your thick breaths. "can i?" she asked, voice breathy.

you've never nodded and muttered a 'please' like that any faster.

it wasn't until you felt your shorts slide off and be carelessly tossed to the side that you noticed your show had paused and a large box of text popped up on the screen.

'are you still watching?"

[1ovewoo]

period sex w/ san ♡

cw/tags: fem reader, mentions of periods (no blood though), nicknames (sannie, baby), unprotected sex (dont do this), coming inside, bullet format then normal format

notes: period horny is #real that is all

thinking abt period sex w san…

he’s always had a morbid curiosity about it but never brought it up for fear of what you’d think

and especially because he knew it was such an uncomfortable experience for u

he didn’t want u thinking he didn’t sympathize with ur pain

he finally proposes the idea one day in the midst of a heated make out session, you tugging his hair and whimpering into his open mouth as he grinds into your pussy through the several layers of clothing you both wore

the heat emanating from between your legs made his cock twitch in his shorts and he groaned as your legs wrapped tighter around him 

“baby, please let me fuck you,” san begs, lips still brushing yours as he speaks.

“sannie, you know i’m–“ you begin to interject but he cuts you off.

“on your period, i know, but i don’t mind,” san’s cheeks flush as he pulls back a little to properly meet your eyes, “i just wanna make you feel good, baby. but if you don’t want to, we can just keep doing this.”

you take a moment to respond, contemplating san’s offer as he gives you a shy little smile and waits patiently.

“okay..” you mumble, pulling san down for a sweet kiss before saying, “but you should probably go get some towels.”

the moment san sinks into you, his mouth drops open in a groan, head tilted back and eyes slipping shut. you were so warm and slick, his cock sliding into you like it was nothing, your pussy clenching and sucking him in like you already can’t get enough.

once he bottoms out, san has to take a moment to breathe, smoothing his hands across your ribcage and up to cup your breasts, using his thumbs to flick and circle your nipples, which causes your back to arch sharply, your pussy to tighten around him even more, if that were even possible.

you were already beginning to pant, your sensations heightened and every touch san gave you feeling like euphoria. how had you never tried this before?

slowly, san pulled out til just the tip of his cock remained inside you before smoothly thrusting all the way back in, starting to build up a steady pace that has your toes curling and your stomach tightening already.

san leans down so your bodies are flush together and begins to really piston his hips into you, moans starting to slip from your lips involuntarily. san sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and gently bites into it, his eyes fluttering as he groans.

his thrusts begin to pick up speed, losing some of his rhythm as he chases a climax much earlier than expected. he just can’t believe how incredible you feel, how your pussy feels so familiar and yet different; the sensation was new and exciting.

after a few moments, san shoves two fingers into your mouth, waiting for you to lave your tongue over them and soak them with your spit before pulling them out with a quiet pop and bringing them down to swipe fast over your clit.

you nearly shout at the overwhelming sensation, rocketing towards the edge as san slams into that glorious spot inside you. with the newly added stimulation, you know you won’t last much longer.

“sannie, gonna come, please don’t stop,” you cry out, gasping as your orgasm slams into you, and san’s pace both with his hips and his fingers doesn’t let up. your vision goes black for a moment as the intense sensation washes over you before you’re able to suck in a breath and clutch at san’s back, pulling him down for a proper kiss as he shoots his load inside you, moaning directly into your mouth and grinding in little thrusts against you to ride out his high. 

the motion gives a little extra stimulation to your clit and you sigh and grind back against him a bit, feeling ready for a round two right then and there, but you know that san needs to recuperate, so you go still, sighing as san slips his drenched cock out of you and sits back on his heels, exhaling a long breath as he stares down at your wrecked pussy and the mess you made on your white towels (who’s bright idea was that).

you stretch your slightly aching limbs before propping yourself up on your elbows and looking up at san, grinning at the sweat dampening his hair and gathered on his upper lip, “so, was it everything you hoped it would be?”

“uh-huh… but i’m not done with you yet,” san smirks as he tackles you back onto the bed.

ty for reading! if you enjoyed this and would like to support my works please consider reblogging or checking out my masterlist!

© 1ovewoo 2023

[heybaetae]

hii i love ur gifs so i have been wondering if u know how to low down the size of a gif without losing its quality?? i hate when i want to post a certain gif and it being 13MB but if i cut it it's ugly 😔😔😔 sorry for my english 😔

hi, thank you 💕 i think i have answered similar questions before in my gif help tag, but i can offer some more (hopefully) helpful tips and things you should consider to help keep your gif under 10mb.

1. crop size & amount of frames

the two go hand-in-hand. big cropped gifs with a large number of frames will result in a big file size. if you're making a 540px wide gif, you're either gonna wanna make the gif shorter in height or use fewer frames. for a square gif, i try to keep it between 50-70 frames, but sometimes i still have to trim it down depending on how bright or colorful the gif is (i'll get to that in the next points).

however, making the gif a shorter height like 350px or 400px might give you a little more room for more frames without having to delete any. i like big gifs if i have a great quality file. 600px tall is as far as i'll go (though it's rare) and in that case, i try to keep it limited to 40-50 frames.

basically:

540px wide gifs = fewer frames or shorter height

268px wide gifs = more frames, more potential

tip: for the sake of convenience, i really recommend making presets of all your go-to crop sizes by selecting "save preset" in the drop down menu next to your chosen dimensions. note that mine are all set two pixels more than i need because some photoshop versions leave a transparent border around gifs. when i use my convert to frames action, it deletes those two extra pixels for me and my gif will have the proper tumblr dimensions before i export.

more tips to get rid of extra frames:

delete frames with camera flashes, you will rarely notice a difference.

always check for duplicate frames.

original footage is slow motion? it's got duplicated frames. delete them.

2. sharpening

your sharpen settings can also increase the file size. here is a great post with examples of when to know when your sharpening is crossing into unchartered territory and how to avoid it. manually adding noise effects can also increase file size, so keep that in mind when you're doing it for aesthetics (i personally love noisy gifs too!).

3. brightening

adjustment layers that handle the "light" in a gif such as curves, levels, and exposure can all affect the file size in different ways. darkening the black points using these tools in your gif helps reduce grain as well as the amount of colors in the final product.

curves: use the white and black eye droppers to find the lightest and darkest points in the gif, thus adjusting the white balance of the footage if needed.

levels: move the left and right sliders inward to balance them out even more and bring back more details.

exposure: my favorite trick EVER to lowering the file size if it's over 10mb when i go to save for web is moving the "offset" slider of an exposure layer slightly to the left. it will darken the black points even more and add some contrast to your gif and it can minimize the file size by quite a lot.

3. coloring

you want to be able to save your gif with 256 colors without reducing the number manually in order to get it under 10mb (we've all been there). sometimes you can get away with doing that without losing much of your quality, but it's always ideal to NOT have to do this. selective coloring and color balance are your friends when it comes to enhancing and/or getting rid of tones you don't want. i can't give you a whole course on coloring alone, but i can say that ONCE AGAIN, darkening the blacks under the black tab in selective coloring will help. i usually go up to about +5 or more if i need to. neutralize your reds and yellows for skintones, especially when giffing idols. don't go too overboard with the vibrance if you use it. be conscious of colorwashing. experiment with photo filters or gradient maps if you're aiming for a cooler or warmer look.

i hope this helps, i am not a magician but i do think a lot of these key details help me a lot when my final gif is over 10mb and i need to go back and make adjustments.

[catenchanter]

HEY SO! Today I recieved an... interesting package.

Anyone remember The Savior of Salem? I don't and neither should you! /j

BUT UM. I haven't seen much archiving of this compared to the original card game, so when I found a copy on ebay I was like "screw it why not?". Feels like I've managed to obtain some kind of rare forgetten artifact lmao.

Anyway, I mainly just wanted to at least. Archive this somehow! I really wanna see if I can get a proper photo of all the cards at some point. I'm still trying to figure out the best way to do so. I'm tempted to scan them but obviously that comes w/ risks and uh. Yeah. Either that or getting a photo of everything. Just trying to get a HQ one I guess would be the issue...

Either way! I mainly just wanted to showcase some of the more interesting cards for the whole.... 2 Town of salem fans (ily /platonic)

So, uh. Lets go.

(WARNING - THIS IS A LONG POST)

First off your role selection is. Not very good :( considering that Spy was a stretch goal, having only three possible roles you initially can obtain during the game is a bit. Hm. Also interesting that Psychic also originated from SoS, alongside the specific Vigilante skin. Shame Veteran has yet to get similar treatment.

The fact that mob mentality is a mechanic tickles me. Also y he look like that.

Horsemen prior to Town of Salem 2? Kinda wild.

I AM POINTING THIS ONE OUT SPECFICALLY BECAUSE. HELLO!? THIS MAN KINDA GIVES ME TUMBLR SEXYMAN ENERGY /LH WHY IS FIT KINDA COOL AS.

MY BRAIN IS LIKE "IS THAT THE SK?" BUT I. DOUBT IT IS NGL.

This confirms that A) The vigilante needs glasses and B) The sheriff has killed. Probably killed a townie, hence why the Vigilante can't use them /nsrs

Spy does not want to be around dogs. Spy how could you. /nsrs

The closest we'll ever get to the mafia being relevant again :( also hello stray hair that might have been from me whoops.

Tag u and the squad (I'm Gold Value: 150)

I feel like you can make a joke out of this.

Just some neat creatures. Shout out to the inner demons specifically.

Glad to see the Amnesiac canonically has hair and is not bald.

All the other horsemen get cool weapons... famine gets the scales. Tbh who needs cool weapons anyway when you have :bread

(I mean tbh it does make sense but. Sick ass weapons either way)

SOME EXAMPLES OF UM. art. The full body chainmail looks traced from the town of salem game art holy shit flummery.

Just some townies being used and abused :)

And that's about it! At least, the ones I think are neat and wanted to share anyway. The deck came with a whole bunch of blank cards, as well as many. Many more cards. Like I didn't show you guys all the coven ones.

I definately want to get a photo of everything at some point but for now. Here you go eat up I guess.

[starleska]

hi sorry for the weird question but are u still into larry laffer ..... ive been watching LSL playthroughs and lookin through the tag yknow as people do... and i saw your art !! it's so cute !! if u are please infodump about anything u want about him/the series/your insert i'd love to read.. have a great day!!! : )

hello there sweetie!!!! hope you're having a great day yourself 🥰🥰 omg thank you so much for being so kind about my silly art!!!! and it's not a weird question at all - i haven't had anyone ask about my beloved Larry Laffer in ages!!!! 🙈🙈🙈 popping in a clip of Larry interacting with Erin for those not in the know - but under the cut, as the series is highly NSFW 😉

as an Austin Powers enthusiast, when my dear pal @iriso-page suggested the amorous, anachronistic dweeb that is Larry Laffer, there was no chance a fixation wasn't gonna happen - specifically the version from Wet Dreams Don't Dry onwards 🙈 he's the absolute perfect combo of soppingly wet and pathetic, licentious, corny, dorky, confident and earnest!!! 🥴 i find his pitiful one-liners, cringefail dance moves and whiny voice all so intensely charming. he's horny to a fault and it's adorable;;;; he's just so up for anything and seems so sweet and supportive...not to mention i think his style is genuinely fantastic 🙈 terrible taste? perhaps, but i think more people should sexualise silly old men who try to sexualise themselves 😖💖 Larry has quite the sordid history throughout the games, and i know it must baffle some people that we enjoy such a little horndog of a character!! but i find his determination and willingness to go to such lengths for intimacy quite attractive :3c it's also a very funny trope to be obsessed with guys who are mentally or literally trapped in a totally different time period...some character recs for you there 😉 ooh you know, i never actually made a proper self-insert for Leisure Suit Larry, as that one bit of art was just How I Draw My Online Self...maybe i ought to make a proper OC? could give them a silly, Bond Girl-esque innuendo name like the other characters 👀 i would also really love to draw Larry again - even though it's been 7 months, i loved drawing this commission for a pal!!! the art style for WDDD and WDDT is sooooo beautiful, especially the colours...💖 is there anything you'd like to see, drawing-wise, of Larry? 🥰 and finally - i want to hear what you like about Larry and the series so much!!! it's always fun to hear what makes other folks happy :3c thank you so much for this wonderful ask, and i hope your week is awesome 🙏🔥

[sungbeam]

rec game !!

tagged by: @heeracha skfnkdjf it says u posted this in aug of last year but i just got a notif so i'm doing it anyway 😭

no pressure tags: @loveliestfelix @tranquilpetrichor @justalildumpling @jaehunnyy @ethereal-engene @koishua @flowerjun @goldenhypen @noramoons

recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!

**note: i def tagged more than 5 people, but i'd love to know all of yalls favorite works of yours ^_^

GHOST OF YOU — j. changmin

this is one of my dearly beloveds :') it's not romantic main centered, it's a lot abt grief and friendship and emotions, but it holds a special place in my heart. do give it a read if u wanna feel something </3

SIMPLE GIFTS — c. chanhee

i truly think this is one of my favorite fics that i've written and posted here. i'm not often satisfied w my work like i am with this fic, and i think it's bc i was able to execute almost my whole vision for this au completely (which is a total win in my book)

WHEN SHE LOVED ME — z. chenle

ah, my first baby. if you've been here long enough, then you know that this was my first, proper long oneshot :') rip riptide!mark, but i think when she loved me is like,, a rollercoaster lmao @_@ you'll just have to read it to understand ;) plus zhong chenle is very hot and romantic—

OPEN WOUND — l. minho

i think this one is really underrated :') i was pretty happy with how it ended up, despite how tense it is, but that's prob one of the reasons why i love it so much. i just think i was able to hit the right amount of tension that i set off to write, so if ur okay w descriptions of injuries and shit, give it a try!

IN ALL YOUR ENDEAVORS, FOREVER — k. hongjoong

and last but certainly not least, i think this one is also one of the fics i keep truly so close to my heart. when they say fanfic writers write for themselves, this is /my/ fic. i wrote it in like five days and the romance is right person right time, and it doesn't really have a concrete plot structure, but it's the ✨feels✨

[roanniom]

hi! small question. never really have interacted with anyone on here and im curious on the way it works. so if someone likes your fic, they should reblog it. are tags necessary? i would love to know proper etiquette and give proper responses to your fics that i adore! thank u xoxo

Hi lovely! Nice to meet you - I’m always so happy to interact with anyone, anon or not!

And there no one way to do it, but reblogs are always so appreciated. The tags you choose to include on your own reblogs and posts are up to you, but I always love to hear from you in any way possible. Sometimes people respond to a fic by reblogging and putting their feelings in the tags or in the post itself. Tbh I just love to hear what you enjoyed about a fic or how it made you feel because that helps me for future parts or other fics and it also motivates me!

Thank you so much for asking and also thank you for reading! It means so much. My inbox is open any time you want to say hi ♥️

[truckfreaks]

Something I feel like people are actively ignoring is that the creator didn't even say "u can't do that!" ... All they asked was that people hold off on posting it in tags until he gets a wrangle on the situation. That also isn't carte blanche to do whatever you want. But... Nobody's saying "don't do it" or "you cant". However, you also need to recognize that this is this singular person's livelihood, and often times that can be somewhat detrimental to one's personal and professional opportunities... and safety. Really all anyone is asking is that you slow down for a second and/or at least just keep it to a private 18+ disc or something, FOR NOW, until some kind of nsfw tag is defined.

And nsfw doesn't just mean sexual content, so the argument of purity culture here is not entirely valid in my opinion. Nsfw also is in regards to horror elements, of which we still don't have a clear definition of within the universe of Welcome Home. So if you're going to create content for something the creator goes out of their way to try to tag and make blockable for people who are uncomfortable with certain triggers, you should also be mindfully tagging and/or including content warnings for those items as well. At the end of the day yes, we all curate our own online experiences, but a fandom isn't going to suffer horribly if people just take an extra step or two to make it a safer place for everyone involved - as in, the people who want to see and create that content, and the people who do not. Like, the creator is (again) not asking you not to do something, but just that you are mindful and respectful of *all* the members of your community. Because that's how a good community grows.

Ultimately we can't curate our experience if things aren't being properly tagged or proper warnings aren't being disclosed. So it isn't fair to put the onus on either side - "do" or "do not" participate, that is - and the only thing that really makes an iota of sense is slowing down until the fervor blows over and, additionally, being mindful of how the elements of your content might affect others. And part of that is recognizing that right now, the fandom is insanely huge and confusing and sprawling and messy - which is okay, it's new, it's exciting, whatever. I get it. I've seen this happen over and over and over. But you also gotta respect that the creator of the content that you're policing in either direction is just one person, and was not even informed ahead of time that his content would be posted on a massive YouTube channel. Please take a moment to empathize with how scary, confusing, and overwhelming that must feel.

In short - give each other more grace. Stop slinging insults at each other that this one is a puritan or that one is unsafe. Stop getting mad at someone for trying to get a hold on their feelings and ensuring their safety (and by extension, the safety of their fans) after amassing a following literally overnight. I understand it is hard sometimes when you are very excited about something, but a group of tens of thousands of people brought together by the same interest are bound to be full of many different kinds of folks! And there's gonna be disagreements! But if we work together to be respectful of one another, we can move forward in a way that allows all of us to curate our experience within the context of our shared interest.

I don't speak for anyone else, only myself, but I think this is what makes the most sense moving forward and I hope other people agree. I love Welcome Home very much, just like everyone else here, and I think the fandom is more viable if we work towards helping one another rather than getting angry and misconstruing things.

[muzelor]

@mecwmellc sent  ‘📝’ to see what plot i’d like to do with our muses.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚈 : im throwing ted mosby your way bc the bro code. torture him all you like. give me the crazy nights doing things they shouldn't do, them having the craziest of ideas like they did in canon when they wanted to adopt a child and raise the child as their own. give me the angst in which ted is angry at barney for whatever reason, be it work related or love related. at the end of the day, they are best bros. im also throwing lily aldrin at u, bc the show didn't give us enough of them. imagine lily going to the stripper club to see her doppelganger and barney and her end up actually having fun. she's also going to help him when it comes to relationships just because she wants to see him settle down. shes also very competitive so having them compete in anything would be nice ( first thought was about laser tag, but it could be anything, really ). then there's robin scherbatsky who could be either his wingwoman or if you're up to see how their chemistry's going, his significant other. if u want angst, there's robin having to go back to canada and saying her goodbye's. or the unrequitted love for robin, in which she comes as rude / mean, whenever she sees barney doing yet another trick from his book.

𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽 : i hate how stranger things gave us barb and robin who used to be best friends until nancy came up. what happened to them? how were they before? in this essay i will do what the duff brothers failed to. let's explore how they were friends. the sleepovers, the hanging out before all hell broke loose. what about robin confiding in barb about her sexuality and barb supporting her best friend ( and denying she might have other feelings for her ). gimmie the fights in which barb is trying to fight her own feelings which lead up to their friendship breakup. give me barb on the upside down being a flayed, controlled by the mind flayer, up until she sees robin there, possibly in danger. where's the proper ending for these two? let's give them that.

𝙼𝙸𝙰 : i haven't watched tpd in forever but i know mia has to go through a transformation? haley dunphy could help her do that. but she isn't exactly the right person to help the princess of genovia so they could have some fun. haley would become her assistant who's supposed to help mia get on the right track, but in reality she shows mia what she could be missing if she takes the role of the princess for her granny, instead of being her own person. i should rewatch tpd but if you want to explore smth among these lines, i'm all for it!

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁 : throwing harley quinn his way bc gal's reinventing herself. in this show im currently watching, she broke up with joker and is looking for her supervillain crew. and obviously, a superhero to fight. her archnemesis. so instead of choosing someone without powers, harley picks spidey man. she's most likely to come @ him and show him what she stole or threaten to do something. and lbr, it'd be a hilarious interaction.

[clownantihero]

Honestly as someone who also really loves all might but who has also read some of these fics, I think the reason these tags and tropes exist in fic is a lot of people being very selective with what they remember and also kind of a doyalist vs watsonian view of what they think all might Should have known, that only we the audience know but the characters don't, vs what he actually did when he made a lot of the choices he made. bc a lot of these stories treat things that toshinori could have NEVER known as stuff he should have taken into consideration

the biggest examples of this are as follows imo

telling izuku he couldn't be a hero when they first met: the "I don't think you can be a hero" comment is mostly toshinori being acutely aware of what being a hero entails and how dangerous it is. toshinori was in the top of his field for decades and the afo fight still almost killed him. He has probably seen dozens of heroes, heroes who had powerful quirks, die over the years. of COURSE he thinks that izuku would get crushed like a bug and he doesn't want that to happen to him.

telling izuku that on a roof: toshinori literally does not know this kid or what bakugou said to him full stop. he could have NEVER known about the swan dive comment. he was also only on the roof bc he grabbed all might's legs as he was taking off- its not like toshinori brought him there just to ruin his life.

giving izuku one for all, putting a target on his back: HE THOUGHT AFO WAS DEAD. like DEAD dead! toshinori did not have a reason to think that afo was going to try to get ofa back bc he thought he killed him. only like 3-4 other people even know about ofa by the time the series starts and these are people yagi explicitly trusts with his life. he had no reason to think izuku was going to be a target bc of that specifically.

ofa hurting izuku: again. he could not have known this would happen when he gave him the quirk. so much of ofa is a mystery even to him by the time he gives it to izuku. ofa never hurt him that badly, so why would he think that it would hurt izuku as long as they took proper precautions in making sure his body was ready to hold it?

he neglects the other kids to focus on izuku: izuku is literally his successor so ofc he spends more time making sure he's okay outside of class settings hope this helps

there are probably other common tropes and stuff but these are the ones I noted in the all might bashing stuff I read. i just think its really weird? like. the story and even all might himself repeatedly acknowledge that he's not a perfect teacher, but he's trying to be better for not just izuku but the other hero kids and also that he really, really cares about izuku. anyway, he's my damp gangly father and I love him so much thank u for coming to my ted talk

alright genuine question for the MHA/BNHA fandom. I watched the show back in quarantine but never got involved in the fandom/ read fanfic etc etc

one my favourite characters was probably all might. when i started looking at the tags on ao3 i saw a lot of “all might bashing” “all might is a bad teacher” “all might is an asshole” and whatever fanfic i was reading he wasn’t really involved in the story. i’ve seen aizawa in more than all might tbh. everyone is entitled to their opinion ofc but i’m ready surprised is there a reason why he’s not popular with the fandom?

[sunflowerdaisybee]

I love ur work omg 🦋

Since req are open can u do one for how Phil or Techno would react to an axolotl or allay hybrid? 👀

I was feeling inspired so I did all four, I’m gonna post all four here just to keep them together, I hope you don’t mind! :] /pos

Summary: Techno and Phil’s reactions to an allay and an axolotl hybrid (separate)

Pairing: P!Technobade & P!Philza X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are closed, please check back later :]

Axolotl:

Phil:

Phil finds you fascinating, though he is concerned about seeing an axolotl so deep into the tundra.

He would definitely adopt you, regardless of how old you are. He would build you a heated pond to live in, letting you hang out in his bathtub when needed until it was finished.

He would bring you on shorter or water based adventures so you don’t run out of water. If he had to go on a trip without you he would have someone bring you food so you don’t have to leave the pond too often.

Definitely breeds and raises tons of your favorite fish, cooks them in all different ways.

He really enjoys having you around and brings you plenty of things to put in your pond!

Technoblade:

Almost killed you on sight, until he saw what you were and became intrigued. What was an axolotl doing this far from water?

He questions you like crazy before deciding you aren’t a threat. He then brings you home, assuming you have some knowledge that would be of use to him.

For a while he doesn’t do much for you, letting you live with him and giving you access to his shower for whenever you feel like you need it. It wasn’t until later that it occurred to him that you should have a proper area where you can fully stretch out and swim, which he quickly begins working on

The pond is pretty empty when he’s finished but he ventures out to find things to put in it for you.

He isn’t as fish savvy as Phil so he won’t like keep fish around to raise and stuff but he’ll buy whatever the market’s have to offer and he’ll cook and serve it however you'd like.

Allay:

Phil:

He brings you on adventures a lot, and when he isn’t adventuring, he’s having you tag along in chores and errands.

He finds your tendency to pick up items on the ground very useful, while he does have a sharp eye he doesn't always have the time to pick things up or he might miss over something when in a rush.

He helped you set up an entire wall (wherever you live) that has a huge display case to store all of your favorite things that you've collected.

He had never once complained about your habit of picking things up but he does worry that one day you’ll pick up something you aren’t supposed to.

He also worries that people might think you are stealing when you are out just picking up random things so he usually goes with you, and to make sure you stay out of trouble.

Technoblade:

He brings you mining with him, he finds it very helpful to have an extra set of hands. He definitely rewards you well, he doesn’t just take advantage of your collective nature.

He doesn’t go all out with building you a display shelf but he will help you collect item frames to display stuff around your living area (wherever that is).

Being in the tundra, it’s kind of hard to have a farm but he would find a way to build one for you so that you could go through and collect the crops.

If he hears that you are going out to adventure and collect things, he’ll go with you. Or if he can’t he will insist you take a dozen dogs to keep you safe as he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.

Techno never really had a problem with your allay related habits but he was surprised to hear that allay hybrids were a thing. Nevertheless he cares for you and does his best to indulge your habits in a healthy manner.

Taglist: @minty-ghast @rokkyy @sortzz @duddum-froppers @joyfullymulti @vaxiwastaken

[vinnybox]

Hi,,,, I really like your art honestly it's so cute and cool and well,,,, Talons! Dick hair.... How soft is his messy hair is? Because I wanna touch it,,, would he like it being touched? Oooo does he like head pats or hugs? Uh sorry if I'm bothering ya I love your talon au

Hello there!! :D I see you around in tags and sometimes Tumblr rec your posts on my dash! Glad seeing you here! Dont worry you're not bothering at all! :3 <3

Talon!Dick's hair is pretty soft once he's back with the batfam cause of more proper care!

Back with the court, he didn't have time to really do much other than keep himself clean, so he didn't have like, hair conditioner or anything like that other than some shampoo to wash his hair and all the other necessary stuff like soap/body wash etc, but we'll leave it at that since we're gonna do hair talk and some fluff! >:Dc

If you wanna touch his hair, depending on which time period you're thinking of, I'll list down a little progression so we get all the reactions! Hope this is fun to read!

Reactions to headpats:

Dick still with the Court of Owls - While here, the court is very sparse with physical affection, if there's any at all. At most, they only tell him "Good work," with a hand on his shoulder if he did something they deem as a job well done. Attempting to pat his head during this time, usually makes him tense and pull back a bit, mostly because a lot of time, physical contact had been unpleasant. When someone does pat his head, he's, at first, confused, and maybe a little cautious since he's unsure if there's any other intent behind the physical contact. He's like "...??" After confirmation that he's not going to get hurt, he'll eventually let himself relax into the touch and tries to enjoy it for as long as he can. He thinks it's nice and would love to get more even if he's pretty sure requesting this is out of the question. The court would not tolerate insignificant requests.

Back with Batfam - After months of recovery, Dick went from being very tense to physical contact to being able to completely fall asleep to someone petting his head or gently running their fingers through his hair. He'll probably ask for them himself too! Either through body language like scooting closer to someone with his head lowered, or being vocal about what he wants. He very much enjoys hugs too once he has adjusted back to life with the batfam and he's more than happy to return the hug!

Bonus! Imagine Cass playing with Dick's hair and leaving him with cute hair clips. Maybe It even become a little tradition where they trade hair clips every time they hang out! Or each of the batfam sometimes has leftover feathers from Dick hugging them with his wings.

IN SHORT: I think after some readjusting back into a more normal life, he's happy to receive and give hugs and head pats! For the Court era, he's a little reluctant to both, but he'll warm up!

Sorry for rambling haha, I like brain storming possible scenarios for this AU (*￣U￣)╭ Here's little treat for you. I'll leave this ambiguous to who's petting his head. Can be you, a member of the batfam, or Wally 👀 maybe even a memory or a dream Dick is having of his parents. Let your imagination decide! Mediocre writing drabble ahead o(-( BUT I did have fun tho hehe!

Upon seeing a shift in their hand, Talon finds himself balling his fists, feathers bristling, and head lowering automatically for what usually came next, only for him to feel fingers carding through his hair gently. He blinks, once, twice, then gathers enough courage to look up and face the owner of the hand currently playing with his messy hair. This... is new...? He's pretty sure he's getting his head petted right now, and he's not sure what to do other than stand awkwardly and try not to fidget. The court almost never did this, and when they do, it usually came with some kind of degrading words. Should he do or say something? Maybe the latter isn't a good idea. Then there's a gentle voice coaxing him to relax, so with some reluctance and silent debate, Talon allows his shoulders to relax along with his body, wings shifting to a more comfortable position. The feathers smooth themselves as he's no longer on high alert for potential incoming attacks that... were never there in the first place. More reassuring words lull him under a blanket of calm, and he couldn't help but lean his head into the touch a little more with a sigh he had been unknowingly holding. If this is happening, might as well enjoy it while he can. It's... nice. Much more than anything he's ever felt. Talon's eyes drift shut to the slow strokes of the hand on his head, and he finds that he's not as tense as he was earlier. For once, he wasn't a weapon or an assassin armed to the teeth with knives and daggers while on a mission. Maybe he's home.

[godsofhumanity]

Do you have any headcanons of Nyx's kids for a starving mutual? 🙏🙏🙏

goshh i don't really think that much about them except for Styx and Thanatos T-T

looking through my tag though,, i actually haven't written my hc's for Styx, just briefly in Pallas' section of my younger titans hc post :o

anyways. i know u were probably hoping for something like Hypnos and the gang,, but my brain is numb so i hope this suffices:

STYX

i know that the usual tradition is that Styx is a daughter of Oceanus and Tethys, but personally, i think it makes more sense for her to be a daughter of Nyx and Erebus because she's a river running through the underworld which, as we all know, is the home for pretty much all of Nyx's family.

also, Oceanus already has like 3000+ kids so it's not a big deal hahhahaha

anyhow, i think Styx is mostly a very serious goddess. it's not like she's grumpy or anything, but she's a realist.

she knows how to laugh, and she can take a joke-- whether she's on the dishing end or receiving end.

but most of the time, she's very sensible and proper. i think this makes sense because she's the one who oaths are sworn upon. her name is invoked only in the most sacred of times,, so there should be an aura of regality and seriousness about her.

i like the idea that pretty much all of Nyx's kids are tough, and pretty good in a fight-- most of Nyx's children represent the tougher aspects of life (strife, pain, death, etc.), and even though Styx herself isn't primarily a fighter, i think her being a warrior-type reinforces the idea that she's unrelenting; as an oath should be.

now, i don't think any of the other rivers are given any spouses, but Styx is mostly said to be the wife of Pallas (son of the titan Crius, and Gaia's daughter Eurybia by Pontus), and i don't have any issues with that pairing.

i feel that Pallas has a very similar personality to Styx, so they get along really well.

as a pairing, i think they'd be one of the older couples in the second gen. titan group, and kind of like the "parents", the Oceanus & Tethys, of the younger titans.

in some accounts, Styx and Zeus have an intimate relationship, but my version of Styx i think is wayy too sensible for Zeus. i think that by the time Zeus was ready to take on the throne, she'd have already been married to Pallas for sometime. and since she's the oathkeeper, it doesn't make sense that she'd cheat.

nevertheless, i do think that Styx would have been pretty keen to support Zeus against Kronos, and that's why Zeus had a lot of respect for her and rewarded her kindly (as he did for all the titans who helped) by giving her such an important role in his kingdom.. though i also feel he may have done that to win points with Nyx (he's a king- everything's political).

one last note- relating to my comparison of Styx and Pallas with Tethys and Oceanus, i really love the idea of Styx being one of the goddesses to have been part of the whole Prometheus-Zeus falling-out.

specifically, i think that after Prometheus got chained to the mountain, Styx was the one who was with Hesione (Prometheus' wife) and Deucalion, and that she opened her home to Hesione..

being a daughter of Nyx, i think Styx and Pallas live in the Underworld, and since the Underworld is part of Hades' domain and not Zeus', i think it's important that Hesione would stay in a place far from Zeus, and in a safe place. but i don't want to go on a tangent and start talking about Hesione so ill leave it there😊

THANATOS

ok, i've actually talked about Thanatos loads: hc #1, hc #2 but he's kind of awesome so i'll talk a little more :-)))

i've said time and time again that Thanatos is THE funny guy around the Underworld. i just can't imagine anybody else. he's a riot to be around.

this is important to me because, while i do think of him as some sort of "leader" of the death gods, he is also closely linked with peaceful death. so i think that he would not want to come across as scary and terrifying, but just another guy.

also, i think that him being so jovial emphasises the idea that no one really understands the gift of life as he who takes it away. i mean, he's an immortal, but he witnesses mortal life every day and he knows how fleeting time is.

Hesiod calls Thanatos cold-hearted and hateful, and i do like the idea that the other gods tend to seem him that way,, but those who know him, like Hades and Hermes, have a bit of a different idea of him.

of course, like death, Thanatos is indifferent- he never really cares what others say about him or to him.. he's sort of immovable in that way. you wouldn't be able to anger him very easily.

but he can get angry.. i like the idea of him sort of disliking most of the Olympians. in particular, i think he doesn't like Zeus very much because Zeus is always putting people up in the constellations or letting some heroes get special treatment and becoming gods, etc. and i think Thanatos feels like maybe it should be a little more impartial. of course, Thanatos also believes in order, and as such, i don't think he'd ever betray Zeus.

something not very relevant to this, but a little more relevant to my point about Thanatos being really fun is that i think he calls Hades "the H-Man", or "boss man", or just something really silly ((he says it with utmost respect though!!!))

i think he'd only call Hades "King" about really serious things, but mostly he's really chill, and Hades kinda digs it. it makes him feel cool.

i loveee the idea of Persephone being in the Underworld for the first time and hearing Thanatos call Hades "H-Man" and having no idea whom Thanatos is referring to because Hades is such a stern guy and there's no way he'd let someone call him that lmfaoo

anyways so yeah :-) nothing really new,, but ahaha i hope u enjoyed :)

[wri0thesley]

I propose slow loving sex with Gojo thank u for ur time

propose and you may receive

prince charming - gojo x reader (2.5k)

[comments and reblogs are much appreciated! // my jjk masterlist] 

warnings: afab reader, no pronouns. not sfw. minors dni! light fingering, piv sex, coming inside, soft. . . soft . . .

Most people who know Satoru Gojo would tell you that the man has two modes. Two ways of being. There is the way that he is from day to day; the laugh, the shovelling of sweets into his mouth, the constant stream of upbeat nonsense and jokes that few people are able to keep a proper track of. This is the Satoru Gojo he is with his students, you think – when the weight of being the strongest does not weigh so heavy on his shoulders.

Then, there is the Satoru Gojo in battle. There is the lift of his blindfold, the way that his blue eyes bore into his enemies – the self-assured way of talking, the ruthless precision with which he deploys his skills. This is the Satoru Gojo that does bear the weight of all of his strength; but his lips still quirk at the corners, he still cracks a joke sometimes though his tone is steely. They have shades of one another, those two personalities - but still, they are the two personalities that he chooses to show the world.

You, however, are permitted to see a different side than most people do.

You see Gojo now, with his body over yours, his soft lips brushing your jawline. You see him with his big hands, cupping your face so he has more access to your neck and your ear, the kisses coming slow and soft and relaxed. He is a large man, despite the fact that he is tall, lithe muscle as opposed to pure brawn – he cages you beneath him like he never wants you to be able to escape him.

You do not want to escape him. Not least when you finally manage to capture those lips in your own and you taste sugar on his tongue. As his teeth nip gently at your lower lip and a breathy sigh is transferred into his mouth; as his long fingers run down your body, appreciating you with a soft hum.

“I’d ask what I did to get so lucky,” he murmurs, voice low and throaty, “but I think I deserve you.”

Some things do not change; Gojo’s arrogance is always there, beneath the surface. He is lucky you find his self-confidence charming, your lips sliding into a smile as your own hands gently push up the shirt he’s wearing. His skin is warm and soft beneath it (you dread to think how expensive it was; Gojo spends money like it’s going out of style, and you have a myriad of gifts to prove it).

“You don’t shut up, do you?” You ask him, mildly, your smile not leaving your face. He laughs softly, and it feels like wind blowing through a field of flowers.

“You love me for it,” he says, all fondness, and he’s right. His shirt is parted from his top half and you admire him; unmarked skin (you suppose his technique means he’s free from the scars so many other jujutsu sorcerers learn to live with), the lean but taut muscles of his abdomen and shoulders. You run your fingers over him and he sighs, leaning into your touch like a cat. Your thumb brushes the hollow of his throat as you take a handful of his pale hair and drag him down into another kiss.

If nothing else, it occupies his mouth.

You can feel his hardness straining in his ripped jeans (pre-ripped for his convenience, with an eye-watering price tag, but even you have to admit that they make his ass look rounder and cling to his thighs and crotch in a way that makes you needy and heated if you stare for too long) as he moves his body against you, half-grinding.

You’re on the couch. You really should move to the bed – heaven knows Gojo’s is big enough for both of you – but there’s something domestic and sweet about Gojo kissing you here, amongst the remains of the sweets he’d been feeding you and with a romantic comedy neither of you are watching any more playing on the screen.

It’s so easy to feel like everything with Gojo is a life-or-death situation – to ascribe more meaning to a brush of his fingers on your shoulder or a murmur of ‘I’ll be home later tonight’ than you really need to.

This, though - this is simple, and easy. It lets you forget the world outside, just for the moments in which Gojo’s body is pressed against yours – lets you think of yourself as a normal couple.

There is nothing more romantic to you than the thought of you and Gojo being able to be just anybody.

So you spread your legs further apart so he can settle between them, sighing as his mouth moves from your own to brush kisses over your cheeks and the bridge of your nose instead.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he tells you, as he pulls back and tugs on your own shirt – you allow it to be removed, thrown onto the ground where you may never see it again. Much more interesting than the lost shirt are Gojo’s hands, large and warm, sliding up the expanse of your stomach and to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. He undoes the catch of your bra as if the motion is as easy as breathing – and maybe to him, it is. Upon your flesh being newly bared, he sighs, leaning down to kiss the swell of the curve. To find your nipple with the warmth of his tongue and tease it to hardness as he flattens his tongue against it and laps at you, the motion sending little electric shocks of pleasure to the place between your thighs. You sigh and squirm, and he gives the hardened bud a gentle graze of his teeth as he pulls back to look at you.

The sight of his blue eyes concentrated wholly on you and all of the distilled starshine contained within always makes you lose your senses for a moment. It should be unfair, you think, for him to look like that. For those wide blue eyes to seem so innocent when you know that he is not--

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you. You know that he’s telling you the truth; Gojo is not the kind to mince his words. His hands rest on your waist, curving down over your hips to tug at your bottoms and make short work of those too. You lift yourself slightly to allow it, Gojo wriggling so that he can get them off without ever having to really move from between your legs. The bottoms go the same way as your shirt, and you are below him now in nothing but your underwear--

Though that’s barely covering anything. Gojo sighs to see the pale white of the piece you’re wearing has gone translucent from the gush of your slick, clinging to the outline of your folds and showing him just how needy the kissing and the touching and the groping has gotten. He trails a finger down and brushes your mound through the fabric, ghosting over your clit.

“This is for me, doll?” He asks you, a smirk on his face that you want to kiss off.

“You know it is,” you breathe, lifting your hips – and the smirk softens into a smile.

“Maybe I like hearing you say it,” he murmurs, increasing the pressure of his touch so he is rubbing you through the cotton; his big fingers pressing against your clit, making your hips jerk. You don’t know if you want to jerk away from the sensation of the fabric pressing against your swollen nub, or jerk into the pressure that you want so badly – so you settle for circling your hips, panting soft little noises.

Gojo smiles at you and the expression on his face is dazzling. Your heart skips a beat; he’s so beautiful. You’re so unbelievably, amazingly lucky--

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, leaning and kissing your cheek, burying his face in the crook of your neck to kiss and lick and suck at the skin there. Your back arches as his attentions send yet more shivers down your spine, set you aflame even further. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear his face was warm – is he blushing? “If you could see yourself, you’d understand--”

“If you could see yourself,” you tell him, through the pounding need in your chest, “you’d understand exactly why I’m looking at you like that--”

“Oh, I know,” he preens, though his face is still warm. He hooks his fingers into the wet underwear and pulls them over your thighs. “I know why you’re looking at me like that! I’m gorgeous-- but . . .” He seems to stumble over his words before he manages to get a good hold on them again, before he pulls back and the flush on his cheeks is only barely there. “You don’t know how gorgeous you are, and . . .” He places a hand to his chest. Your underwear is dangling from his thumb, though you’re not entirely sure how he fully tangled you out of him in the position the two of you are still in. “It breaks my heart!”

You smile despite yourself.

“You’re being too romantic,” you tell him, though your insides are secretly all aflame and bubbling. “It’s not like you.”

“I’m wounded,” he says. One hand lands on your thigh, drawing circles and patterns on the slick skin – his middle finger gently nudges the very outside of your sex, teasing the puffy lips apart so he can brush your clit. Your gasp dies in your throat. “I’ll have you know I’m an absolute Prince Charming, baby--”

And he’s giving you that charming smile, even as that same finger presses deep inside you in one swift movement and your knuckles clench on the couch cushion. You groan aloud, lifting your hips to allow him deeper, to make you feel fuller--

Your eyelashes flutter, eyelids somewhere between open and closed, but you still see that Gojo’s own gaze is fixed on you. It’s tender. Loving. You feel strangely exposed beneath it – but at the same time, you feel warm and comfortable and right as he adds another finger and stretches you out on it, scissoring them apart. He brushes the spongy spot of your walls that always hits different and you sigh, murmuring out his name--

“Satoru,” you’re practically whining. “Satoru, faster, please—”

“Prince Satoru,” he corrects you, with a grin that’s slightly crooked to one side and more charming than it has any right to be. He pumps his fingers in and out of you a few more times, until they are thoroughly coated in your wetness, until the fire inside you has been suitably kindled and your breath is uneven and your face is hot – and then he pulls them out.

You don’t have time to whine.

Not with the sound of his zipper, the sound of him kicking off his expensive jeans – the heat of him settling over you on his knees and taking your hips to slide you easily onto his cock.

He groans out your name like it’s all he ever wants to say.

“You feel like you were made for me,” he says, and you reach up and grab a handful of his hair again. He lets it be pulled with only the softest sigh – lets you bend him over you so the two of you are cheek to cheek, chest to chest, so close that you can feel his heart beating. “Fuck, doll--”

He’s right. He fits inside of you like the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle; warm and tight and perfect.

It’s a triumph, for Satoru Gojo to be lost for words – but he stops speaking as he fucks you slow and soft. It’s not that you and he only usually fuck hard and rough – but his job is stressful, and he is teasing and smug, and it’s more usual for you to be bent over on his bed as he pulls your hair and runs his mouth than it is for anything like this to happen.

He doesn’t seem to have any complaints about it, though – and neither do you. How can you complain when he holds you so gently? When he kisses you like he’s savouring the taste of you instead of devouring you?

He’s not speaking, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t noisy – he’s panting, groaning, moaning. He’s always loud in bed – he has almost no self-control when it comes to pleasure, you don’t think – but the noises also go right through you in only the best of ways, making you shiver and shudder. It’s unfair that his voice should sound so good. It’s unfair that he should have almost no flaws--

Some people might say his personality is a flaw, you suppose, but you unfortunately find him charming.

You wrap your legs about his waist and his cock hits deeper, brushes that same spot inside of you – but you find you do not care so much about the orgasm as you care about having Gojo in this embrace.

Not caring about it, though, doesn’t mean that is not going to happen – not with the slow thrusts of his hips, or with the sight of him with his lip bitten and his hair all mussed up from your tangling.

You’re not sure if Gojo has ever found something that he isn’t good at, and fucking you is no exception. His cock hits every spot inside of you and seems to find new nerves you didn’t know would feel so good when stimulated; your entire abdomen (hell, your entire body) feels like it’s on fire. You were slick enough before he’d entered you, but now you can feel your own arousal pooling on the couch cushions beneath you – you can hear how wet Gojo’s cock must be, on the push-pull of him fucking into you. The glide is slick and silky and searing, and your fingers flex on his back, as the tight string inside of you readies to snap.

“Sat-- I’m-- ‘m gonna--”

Your words are lost to the feel of him, to the haze that seems to descend around you whenever you and Gojo are together. You see the curve of his smile, hear him softly whisper;

“S’alright, baby--”

A stroke of his hips that has the flat plane of his pelvis pressing against your clit and you let yourself go, tumbling into the bright lights of your oblivion, your thighs tightening reflexively about him as if you want him to drown inside of you. Gojo sighs, groans, moans out your name as your cunt milks him for all he is worth, squeezing around him – and, he, too, lets go. Heat. Warmth. Gojo’s cock, twitching, heavy and perfect and right inside of you.

“I love you,” you whisper, against his collarbone, in time with the beating of his heart – and Gojo looks at you as his hips continue to roll slow and leisurely, eking out the final drops of his release as it settles inside of you like a claim, and he smiles slow and soft like honey or syrup.

“I know,” he says, quietly. “I love you too.”

He stays inside of you, on top of you, in the embrace, even as his cock begins to soften. Enjoying your warmth, your presence, your closeness.

Maybe he is a Prince Charming.

You’re not going to say that aloud to him, though.

He’d never let it go.