#sticking true to the messy bitch you are

[eddiebuckley-diaz]

Lmao I can only imagine the phone call Buck made to Tommy to let him know he will be a little late making it home to him because he just saw his best friends dead ex-wife.

Tommy and Buck later that night: yeah so the straights are not okay

[arieswritez]

puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 3

chapter 2

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; you don't know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me i guess it's different 'cause you love him but i've got an interactive sick and twisted imagination and that's gotta count for something - not allowed (tv girl)

3.

you'd found a boy that made your heart go thump thump, thump. and you knew very well how the rest of that story usually went.

your love was encompassing. asphyxiating and obsessive. and in the very first moment the two of you interacted, you knew, this could be it.

you didn't blame yourself.

you couldn't blame yourself.

blame the love stories.

the disney movies with the princes and the magic mirrors. breaking curses with true love's kiss. much like the fabricated sugary fantasies, your potential life with him unfolded before your eyes.

he could be the one.

true love's forever kiss.

you imagined it all.

movie theater dates, awkward parental meetings, proposals, a home, kids, pets. arguments. therapy, even. pushing through at the end. death. rebirth. trying it all over again in the next life.

all you had to do was get him to stick around.

you had to make him understand that you could be his true love kiss, too.

you had to be perfect.

. . there was just one miniscule problem.

the boy so happened be on the same baseball team as mark.

it's the way the two of you had met.

despite the fact that you were supposed to be there for mark: your eyes were . . elsewhere. your eyes - then your focus - had gravitated towards him even before the first pitch. and you found yourself blushing as you watched him stretch: holding his baseball bat over his head.

you'd made it your only goal to attempt to extract as much information about it from mark as discretely as you could. and frankly, you should've known mark would be able to read you like the back of his hand.

because he found out what you were trying to do embarrassingly quickly.

and he was just as quick to shut it down.

you hadn't noticed the boy before. not really. but since the baseball game, he seemed to be everywhere. and you were excited to find that he was the new addition to mark's friend group. you knew this because you saw him and mark sitting together during lunch.

which meant they were at least acquaintances.

so imagine your shock when you came to find out. . mark didn't like him.

everything about him seemed to rub mark the wrong way. mark would clam up the moment you mentioned your boy. he'd change the subject. or his mood would just straight up sour. he'd go quiet and avoidant. and when you kept pushing, he finally snapped.

your boy was stupid.

your boy was shallow.

"don't say i didn't warn you." mark would mumble.

but warning you wasn’t enough.

your boy barely looked at you.

and you weren't sure if it was in part because of the way you acted. . the way you looked. maybe he was so out of your league that he'd completely removed you from his radar.

you'd watch him from across hallways and excitement would swell in your chest when you found that you'd be walking in opposite directions.

you'd see him coming.

he'd see you.

time would slow as you walked past him.

your heart rate would pick up.

but his eyes would remain forward and time would pick back up again as soon as you were past each other.

all it'd leave you with was the bitter taste of rejection in your mouth and a deep ache of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

the only thing that sobered you up were the dizzying possibilities.

he hadn't seen you. he hadn't noticed the effort you'd put in.

but eventually, he would.

you don't know what it was that grabbed his attention.

mark was vehemently against introducing you two.

you were at a loss until you realized that you'd just have to try harder.

whenever mark left for the bathroom, you'd made it a mission to swipe mark's phone during study sessions. you'd go through his socials and send yourself screenshots of both his follower count and who he was following.

it was a long tedious progress but eventually, you'd found your boy's account.

thankfully, it was public. which meant the the decoy accounts you'd made to snoop just in case he was private turned out to be a waste of time.

you looked through his followers and did your homework on anyone he showed a particular interest in. you'd even made a list of the usernames of the people who’s posts he interacted with the most.

and soon you became a master of disguise.

you studied them top to bottom.

those that went to the same school were far easier to emulate.

you copied their mannerisms, the way they styled their hair, you changed the cadence of your voice, the way you rolled your r’s. your clothing grew tighter and your slouch was now an exaggerated upbeat gallop as you chased after the object your new affection, hoping one day he'd notice.

. . and the exact moment he looked into your eyes and did a double take. . you did one, too.

it was completely out of surprise before you caught yourself and continued to saunter away from him with butterflies in your stomach: flapping their wings so violently it felt like you'd be swept away.

his attention was the most excitement you'd felt. . in a long time.

and you knew you'd do anything to retain it.

it was a sickly sweet feeling: syrupy, sticky. clogging your vascular system to the point your head swelled. the lack of oxygen only heightened your fantasies.

the attention was addictive and so, so good you found yourself chasing that high all the time. going to extreme lengths to get his attention. even if they’d end up embarrassing you after.

you never allowed yourself to wallow in the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach when you did everything in your power to get his attention, though.

specially whenever it made a smile stretch across his face.

whatever you did faded into the background.

it was all worth it in the end.

something was wrong with mark.

and he needed to get to the root of the problem fast.

he was looking at you. . differently.

he talked to his dad.

nolan had said something about the changing moods having to do with his powers. how being intense and passionate was just in his blood.

he talked to his mom about it. albeit in a more discrete way. he'd never be able to live it down if she'd found out you were making him behave a certain way.

she'd just chalked it up to it being puberty.

mark didn't know who to believe.

he just wanted to stop thinking about you.

his nerves were shot to shit whenever you were near.

senses heightened: you were a fog blanketing his brain until your voice carried with it a technicolor vision.

he could smell you coming like a damn blood hound.

he could hear your pulse while sitting next to you.

something was wrong with mark.

he knew it when his teeth ached when you'd stretched your neck: raised your arms over your head and let out a little sound of pain and discomfort.

something was wrong with mark.

when the day's turned warm and wet. . and your clothing became more revealing.

he could see more of you.

freckles and moles, blemishes and scars, he hadn't noticed before.

he'd follow sweat drops rolling down your skin.

smooth. soft.

he'd held you, once.

when was the last time?

something was wrong with mark.

he'd lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling.

thinking about how you'd looked while you concentrated on a book. while you looked down at your phone. while you listened to music: smiling when a song you liked came on.

your little humming. . but not singing.

never singing.

mark noticed you'd stopped singing in front of him when he started to make fun of you for it.

that, too, was how mark knew something was wrong with him.

the way your moods would shift like tides under a crescent moon whenever he'd said something excited him. he felt pleasure - a violent zap of electricity shooting up and down his spice - watching your eyes light up or darken when he'd say something to you.

about you.

i like your hair today.

light.

you talk so goddamn much.

dark.

i missed you.

light.

your stories take fucking forever.

dark.

something was wrong with him when he found his own mood depended on fantasizing on how he'd make you feel that day.

if he was in a bad mood, seeing you in one, too, was a sure-fire way to make his day a whole lot better.

something was wrong with mark.

when he'd have to smother the sounds he made while imagining you -

something was wrong with him. . when red, hot anger consumed him when one of his friends made a smart quip about your body.

when he couldn't just laugh it off anymore.

something was wrong with mark.

. . or so he thought.

because he'd later find out. .

. . no.

something was wrong with you.

all of a sudden: mark was the one double texting.

triple texting.

mark was the one asking if he could hang out. . and when the fuck did he ever need permission?

mark was the one seeking you out.

something was wrong with you.

and he needed to get to root of the problem.

he picked his brain apart in an attempt to figure out what it was. you couldn't be under any stress. you looked fine. better than fine.

you looked happy.

fucking elated.

to the point where mark couldn't affect your moods anymore.

mark wanted to know what the fuck you were so happy about.

why the fuck you were so happy when he was falling apart at the seams. when his world was crashing down.

and there you were, completely fucking oblivious.

mark had always been curious.

and so, he went to see you.

the two of you were in your room.

you'd excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

and mark started looking.

you were predictable.

he knew where you kept your journal. despite how many times he'd found it and read it aloud - holding it above his head whenever you tried to snatch it away - he'd always managed to figure out your next hiding place.

it was easier that way.

he pretended he didn't know where it was.

you pretended to have some privacy.

he pretended not to know every single, minute, insignificant detail of your life.

of your thoughts.

thank fuck you were still so naive.

thank fuck for dairies.

he'd found it in a box under your bed.

and after flipping to the page with the freshest set of ink. . he'd found out what your problem was.

you'd found a boy who'd made your heart go

thump.

thump.

thump.

[faithlia]

𖦹๋࣭⭑ just Chris fucking you 𖦹๋࣭⭑

⋆ english is not my first language!

Chris makes a puppy dog ​​face as he rests his face between your legs, his lips swollen and red, covered in cum and lube, just after giving you the best orgasm of your life. Gagging and intoxicated by your pussy, he can't resist making a mess of spit and hot, precise slaps, wanting to make you cum for the second time that day.

He loves rubbing your pussy with his fingertips, listening to the wet and promiscuous sounds it makes. His favorite part, for sure, is when he sticks three fingers inside you, without any preparation, and then the urge to speed up his movements emerges, making you scream, and deliciously put his fingers in your mouth and feel your taste on the tip of your tongue. Fuck. Then, he spits all over it, leaving a beautiful wet mess that makes his cock leak pre-cum.

He tries in every possible way to exhaust you as much as possible, listening to your moans, which don't even manage to dispel the abusive thoughts that corrode his mind. Until he can't help his own provocations and, so promptly, turns you around forcefully, with his numb fingers corrupting your skin and his mouth salivating with desire - just like yours. Chris puts you on all fours, leaning pathetically over him, and starts pounding his dick into your sensitive pussy.

It's so good!

He loves the way your pussy swallows him. He loves the way you moan tirelessly like a slut in heat begging for more. And he loves more than anything, knowing that he's going to make you cum one more time.

He'll give you a good spanking and growl in your ear so you don't cum before he does. He'll put you in another position, this time in your favorite position, on your side. He knows how much you love cumming this way.

He puts his tongue on your sensitive nipples and fits his cock easily into yours wet slippery pussy, desperate to be fucked. Your moans start to get higher pitched and his, more and more urgent.

He tells you once again not to cum before he does, and you comply like the perfect obedient bitch that you are, just to make him satisfied, because you love pleasing your man.

You love it when Chris puts you in this position - so vulnerable - as he lifts your leg, grabs your tits and looks at you with the most fucked up expression possible. After all, you love giving him pleasure, and he loves your understanding of being such a good submissive slut.

And when he finally cums inside you, spurting all his sperm into the obedient begging little pussy he loves so much, he says in a shaky voice, "Good girl." Hearing him, you cum hard, feeling helpless, but so full and satisfied.

He kisses your lips hard, making wet sounds. He pulls out of you without much care. And, with his almost numb hand, stroking your messy hair, he kisses your sweaty forehead and says, with a defeated sigh: "You are so good to me, my love."

And you don't stop thinking about this for even a second, because you know it's true.

[unrevealedcravings]

“Why the fuck are you all wearing condoms for?”

You can feel the two dicks stretching out your ass and pussy stop thrusting. The one pushing in and out of your mouth didn't stop, making it a little harder to hear the response.

“No i know what she SAID… but i mean just look at her… she's a cock drunk slut who's just dying for us all to take the next step and pump her full of cum.”

You can barely hear the response over your own sound of ‘Gluck. Gluck. Gluck’ and the grunting of the person face fucking you. You can tell its the guy with his cock in your ass who responds by the vibrations and the way he shifts slightly while still inside you. 

“No of course not you… but it would be such a waste to spill all that cum in her ass and in a rubber at the same time. And you've been going at her for a while now… you must just about be ready to pop. Im just saying we should all be busting in that beat up little cunt of hers…”

The guy who had been fucking your pussy seems to need little convincing and you can feel him pull out and fumble a little before he thrusts back into you with a deep akd satisfied groan. He thrusts and pumps and in no time at all he's groaning as he emptying his balls into you. You almost let out a shriek of surprise but the facefucking is relentless.

“My man! What about you dude? You wanna breed this needy bitch as well?”

The cock in your ass thrusts a couple more times before you feel it withdraw, a pause and his uncovered cock thrust into your already cum soaked pussy. His thrusts are deeper and more determined and when he finally cums he holds you tightly and presses into you so hard you know he's trying to cum in you as deeply as he can. He holds you there like that until every last drop is drained and then slides out of you with a messy, dripping sound. 

“Ooof. I just knew you'd be into that you dirty bastard… make room now.”

The thrusts into your mouth get quicker and faster as you hear his breath start to quicken. He grabs the back of your head and a fistful of hair at the same time as he lets out a gasp. You feel his cum spurting into your throat, his tight grip forcing you to drink it all down as he holds you in place. When hes done he simply releases his hold on you and lets you flop inelegantly face down onto the floor with your ass sticking up into the air, your pussy still leaking cum. 

“Ah well… two out of three aint bad huh pet? I guess that mouth of yours is just to good to resist… but i'm still going to take my turn with that messy cunt.” 

He leans in from behind and presses a hand down against the side of your face, pushing your head into the mattress as you feel him push himself inside your sore pussy with a satisfied groan. The sensation spurring you into action and you hear yourself mumble something, a begging, pleading tone in your voice.

“I mean… yeah i know what you SAID… but we both know this is your biggest fantasy come true… if it wasn't, why would you be so fucking wet?” 

He slides a hand underneath to rub at the mess of cum and juices leaking out as he thrusts into you, laughing as he builds up a rhythm. You know he's right. You just pray the others aren't just getting their stamina back for another turn…

Soo this is so good! Breeding is not my kink but having people cumming inside yess and this was hot

[judasgot-it]

Fem! Jouno x Fem! Reader

I saw someone say they wanted fem! Jouno x Fem! reader so here's a drabble of it. This is just something real quick, nothing serious

895 word count

The rain sounded peaceful underneath your umbrella.

It was clear plastic, and watching the raindrops fall down in waves made your legs feel heavier than they needed to be.

The routine was the same - stand and wait for the bus at fuck o'clock in the morning, before even the sun rose up. The only ones who were there to greet you would be the street lights and the most unsettling woman you'd ever met.

She kept her eyes closed always, and would smile as if there was something funny she was thinking about. The one time you had asked, she had said she thought about the car crash she heard three streets over, and thought it was hilarious.

Her laugh was pretty.

But today she was late. Not the worst thing, as the bus was usually late as well.

It made your heart ache a little though, at the thought of not seeing her. She was a nice sight in the shitty street lights and broken concrete - her hair was pitch-perfect compared to it, as if she was making up for how ugly the streets had become.

It almost made you jealous. But it also made you want to kiss her.

The thoughts were conflicting, so instead you would rather think about your dull step-by-step routine.

Get on the bus, walk to work, take the stairs, get in your office...

Easier to think about than how beautiful that woman was. She made it look so easy. She made your thoughts go in directions you never thought about - you wanted to be a man sometimes, just because of her.

"You selfish bitch. Aren't you going to share?"

A wet hand slapped your chest - right where the underwire dug at your chest, making you jump up.

You nearly fell over as a wet ghost stumbled into your personal space - her white hair wet and sticking against her head, looking dark as it pulled together into strands down on her skull.

Her mascara had began to run, with her lipstick smeared.

She looked messy and rushed.

"Sorry." You gave half of your umbrella's shade to her, letting your shoulder be drenched in the cold rain. The woman huffed, her smeared face scrunched up as if this was your own fault.

You wanted to apologize again just because of that.

She didn't bother to say anything more, squeezing her uniform out against the wet pavement - it did nothing, only creating wrinkles against the already wet fabric.

It was the same uniform she wore everyday, now sticking against her body tightly. Maybe you were a pervert, but you couldn't help but stare as it pulled tightly against her waist - she looked gorgeous even underneath her clothes, and it was hard to say anything knowing that.

Did women always make you think this much?

"Do you need a napkin? Your makeup looks a little off."

You felt stupid for saying that, but she looked up at you, as if surprised.

"Is it?" Her eyes were still closed, and there was a strange element to her voice that you couldn't pinpoint. Her face had turned a shade of pink, turning away as if she was trying to discern just by her thoughts alone if what you had said was true.

"Um. Yeah. Just a little bit." It was an understatement. Her face looked like she had splattered her makeup on with a single brush and called it a day.

With a gentle hand, you took her chin and brought her closer towards you. Her face said nothing, but you had to stop yourself from almost spitting as her eyes opened slightly, staring right through you.

It was like a staring contest, making your movements painful as you brought your old fast food napkin across her face, as gentle as you could be with her skin as you tried to bring her beauty out again.

Like being stared down by a wild animal and trying to clip their nails, gently stroking her skin in simple motions, washing the pain away.

It felt like forever.

Maybe it was a minute at most.

"Do I look ok now?" She sounded unbothered, even as her eyes stared holes straight through your skull. It was electrifying, and you stared between her forehead to give her the illusion that you were making eye contact.

"You look beautiful."

An honest answer - even without any makeup, she was absolutely stunning. Maybe you had a crush, because you found yourself staring at parts of her face that weren't meant for another woman's eyes. But you indulged anyway, given how she seemed to only stare straight ahead, as if in a deep contemplation.

Slowly, a smile pulled across her face. A real one, that was honest and pulled at small lines against her eyes.

Her irises never moved to look towards yours.

"If I could see you, I might say the same. But I hope you know that the sound of your blood is absolutely delightful."

She turned her face away, as if her sentence wasn't an unsettling statement in an empty place with such gloomy weather.

If it weren't for the fact that she was so beautiful, and you felt so comfortable, you might have felt more scared than you should. Instead, you only returned her smile as if she did see it, stepping a little closer to share your warmth.

finally writing some lesbians. might write more...

[thegnomelord]

Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[octoberautumnbox]

https://x.com/RREFP22/status/1795434393097646152

YulYen campus threesome. The short skirts are making me feel things

AWW THEY'RE ADORABLE JHGKJSHFDKJH I MISS YULYEN SO BAD WHY DIDNT THEY JUST SING TOGETHERRRRR

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(warning: con-noncon)

Yena slams Yuri right up against a nearby wall. Her palm connects with Yuri's throat, keeping her in place, and her fingers squeeze around her windpipe, not to choke, but to warn. "Don't embarrass me like that again." Her eyes are intense behind her shades, smoke nearly coming out the top of her head, but Yuri remains unfazed.

"Come on, you look ridiculous, unnie," she sings. She pulls off Yena's eye coverings and takes a quick look, then discards them off to the side. "It isn't even that bad. Nobody would have noti-- Ghk!"

Yena follows through with her threat, her hand constricting Yuri's throat harshly. It forces the younger's mouth open and the reflex makes her tongue stick out. The two make eye contact, Yuri's wide-eyed gaze against Yena's murderous stare.

"Fuck. You." The younger almost doesn't see it, but at the last second she's able to spot the older's other palm rise high and threaten her with a slap. She flinches, but for the wrong reason, and Yena swipes at the chance to take Yuri's tongue in her mouth.

All the while Yuri frantically tries clawing her unnie's hand away from her throat, she leaks her spit conveniently for Yena to lap up in the opportune moments and let her dongsaeng breathe just a little bit of fresh air.

And true to Yuri's own character, the continued semi-lack of air and her unnie's insistence on this poorly-timed makeout session send the wrong signal to her core, her libido rising in the worst possible situation for her at the moment. She feels herself getting wetter down there, and true to Yena's character, she knows.

The older tosses the younger to the floor by the neck, and Yuri chokes on her spit and the sudden increase of air she accidentally inhales. She tries catching her breath on the ground, the world still spinning around her, and before she knows it, Yena is able to maneuver her onto all fours.

"Unnie, please, I'm sor-- hngg~!" It turns out Yuri was less aware of her surroundings after all, and in the apparently not-so-short time she was on the ground Yena was able to strip her of her shorts. She was also able to push three fingers into Yuri's core, all the while threatening a fourth.

"Apologize by cumming on my hand, fucking bitch." In no way at all was Yena gentle or considerate, and Yuri felt every ounce of her wrath through the merciless fingerblasting she was being subjected to. The last rational thought in her head thanks her lucky stars she was wet to begin with, otherwise it'd be impossible to muffle the panicked moans that try to escape her mouth.

Yena feels her former member clench and leak more, telltale signs that she's getting close. She bends her finger inside her to start hitting Yuri's favorite spots, forcing her to increase in volume and shame.

"You fucking slut, being this loud when someone could hear you and just walk right in. You're even enjoying this, aren't you?" Each word stabs at Yuri's heart: all of it is true, and she can't deny it. She lets her unnie feel how tight she's getting to be, and it fills her with shame how she's nearly there, almost there...

And it comes earlier than expected. The pleasure finally peaks and Yuri's floodgates come crashing open. "AAAAHHHHHHH!!" she screams, having lost control of herself and now in a mere freefall of wrongful pleasure. Her cum shoots out of her in messy streaks all over the floor beneath her crotch, all the while she tries burying her face in her hands to hide how this feels so good.

Once her orgasm starts fading out, Yena pulls out her fingers from Yuri's abused pussy. She pulls Yuri up by the hair, making sure the poor girl can see as her beloved unnie licks up all she can of her essence on her fingers. It fills Yuri with a deep sense of embarrassment to get off in such a way, but she can't help it— it's Yena.

"Mmm, delicious. Don't disrespect me again, whore. Don't make me teach you this lesson another time." Yuri is tossed to the floor again, weak and out of breath. Just as Yena gets up, Yuri grabs her ankle in the hopes of delivering her final words:

"I thought... we only do this stuff... at home?" Her speech is impeded by deep breaths that try to make up for her sore lack of air.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Got carried away, hehe. You okay?" She kisses Yuri on the forehead in apology. "Text me, baby. Gotta go, my turn with the fans."

"Okay... Just finish the job later." Yena sprints off to the center of the stage, leaving Yuri lying on the floor.

[persephone-s-moon]

Who I think the Lost Boys' favorite Monster High characters would be

This turned out longer than I expected, but I also included explanations for my picks. Let me know your guy's thoughts :))

(I did try to put a read-more link, but it fucked up the picture formatting, so I apologize for the long post)

David: G1 Toralei Stripe and G3 Draculaura

For Toralei, David LOVES a messy bitch. He supports women's wrongs always, and Toralei causes almost every problem in Monster High. I definitely see David as a cat guy, and Toralei is the true embodiment of cat-attitude. She's a leader and your classic mean-girl, but doesn't like kicking people who are already down, and you know what? He respects it. He respects it a lot.

When it comes to Draculaura, he didn't really get the G1 hype. She's very sweet and pink, which is Totally not his style (so he says), and he thought the Monster High take on vampires was incredibly silly. But by G3, Draculaura's grown on him. He doesn't really get the whole vampire-witch thing, but he's surprisingly fond of her new style. He likes the dainty little sheer details on her main doll's top especially. Also, the image of this "cool" vampire with a cute little pink doll is Very Good.

Honorable mentions: G1 Cleo De Nile, G1 Nefera De Nile, G1 Spectra Vondergeist

Marko: G1 Venus McFlytrap and G3 Frankie Stein

Look at Venus and tell me Marko wouldn't be obsessed with her. Her overall personality is really inconsistent, but he's super fond of her being depicted as a loud, chaotic party animal. He really likes her bold colors and all of the patterns she wears and the fucking sharp teeth on her shoes. I could see him trying to recreate that. He'd also add little details of his own to her battle vest.

He wasn't really big on G1 Frankie because she was sort of basic to him, but really likes the new take on their preppy/punk style, especially the new bright color palette. Neons really stick out to him. The new prosthetic leg is so goddamn cool y'all, and he'd be all over the idea of Frankie doodling on themselves. Also! Canon trans doll! I headcanon Marko as transmasc, so the inclusion of a nonbinary doll that actively binds? Sign him up, he wants that.

Honorable mentions: G1 Ghoulia Yelps, G1 Howleen Wolf, G1 Holt Hyde

Paul: G1 Lagoona Blue and G3 Ghoulia Yelps

Lagoona is such a cute monster, and she's so fucking friendly. She can get along with any monster without letting anyone walk all over her (except for Gil, who Paul HATES), and Paul would just adore her passion. He really likes how she leans into the whole fish-aesthetic with her outfits, and he just thinks she so cool. Like, look at the fishnet shorts!! He'd love that shit!! Specifically I think he'd like her Dawn of the Dance look, but moreso the official art rather than the doll.

G3 Ghoulia is so cool y'all. He already liked G1 Ghoulia, who was easily in his top five monsters, but G3 has that skater/gamer aesthetic and this man just eats it up. I feel like he'd be disappointed that she doesn't speak Zombie anymore, but her new cool-girl schtick makes up for it. He definitely gets rid of her eyebrows with nail-polish remover as soon as he gets her out of the box though. Thinks she looks better without them.

Honorable mentions: G1 Ghoulia Yelps, G1 Deuce Gorgon, G1 Clawd wolf, G1 Viperine Gorgon

Dwayne: G1 Clawdeen, G1 Abbey Bominable, and G3 Ghoulia Yelps

Yes, Dwayne gets THREE because I genuinely couldn't decide between G1 Clawdeen and G1 Abbey for him, and I didn't feel like G3 Abbey was really his style.

G1 Clawdeen is That Bitch. She's confident, bold, and does not hesitate to call someone out on their bs. I think Dwayne would really admire her feircly protecive nature and her no-nonsense attitude. And that fur coat? That fur coat that she wears to high school? Increadible. Amazing. Showstopping. Dwayne would also figure out how to curl doll hair just for Clawdeen because he Knows what she deserves. The irony of a vampire liking a werewolf character is not lost on him.

Is Abbey's accent accurate to the Himalayas? No. Does Dwayne care? Also no. Abbey is way too charming of a character for him to be terribly bothered by her Russian-esk accent (even though he points it out Every Time). She's honest to the point of accidently insulting her friends and doesn't really understand a ton of cultural differences, which Dwayne thinks makes her more fun. He'd really love her dry sense of humor and her strong disposition. And honestly? Maybe I just think he has a thing for faux fur.

Another G3 Ghoulia enjoyer. I feel like we've somehow collectively forgotten that Dwayne skateboards. I haven't forgotten though, and I think Dwayne would redecorate Ghoulia's skateboard and then promptly lose it (he'd end up stealing Paul's and then gaslight him into thinking it was his the whole time). I think he'd really enjoy this more confident version of Ghoulia, but again, disappointed by the language shift. (I'm projecting at this point.)

Honorable mentions: G1 Cleo De Nile, G1 Frankie, G1 Clawd Wolf, G2 Deuce Gorgon

Star: G1 Spectra Vondergeist and G3 Cleo De Nile

Look me in the eyes and tell me that Spectra DOESN'T make you think of Star. She's pretty reclusive but a mega gossip, and she's super quick to make judgements. Spectra will literally make shit up and then start to believe it herself, including lies about her own past. Her aesthetic is somewhere between the lost boys' and Star's, which looks both cool and super flowy. Star would totally see herself in Spectra in both appearance and personity, and as another supporter of women's wrongs, I think that she'd adore her.

Honestly I feel like G3 would be a hard sell for Star because she's already so attached to the original versions of the characters, but if she had to pick, it would be Cleo. Her jacket and accessories are so fucking cool, and Star definitely wishes she could see herself properly so she could do makeup like that (she does NOT trust the boys). She would try to paint Cleo's molded-on bandages and ruin the plastic, but she'd wrap real fabric around it to hide her fuck up.

Honorable mentions: G1 Purrsephone and Meowlody, G1 Cleo De Nile, G1 Operetta

Michael: G1 Frankie Stein and G3 Deuce Gorgon

Michael is nothing if not a basic bitch. G1 Frankie is very peppy and constantly confused since she's somehow always 16 days old, which I think Michael can relate to. She has the messiest fucking love-life known to man, and he gets it. She's exploring and trying to learn everything at once, which includes relationships, and Michael isn't exactly known for thinking things like that through. He isn't the biggest on any sort of fashion, but I think he'd like her color palette and the little stitch details. That, and I think he'd find her heterochromia really cool.

G3 Deuce is the first time Deuce didn't look like a weird asshole to Michael, and I think after meeting the lost boys, he's definitely more into alternative men's fashion than he used to be. This new Deuce is what Michael considers "cool" in a cartoonish sort of way. I wouldn't put it past him to try to figure out how to decorate his jacket a little to resemble Deuce's considering the lost boys all have something unique going on, but I think he'd end up regretting the snake motif since it isn't really Him.

Honorable mentions: G1 Jackson Jekyll, G1 "Slo Mo" Mortavitch, G1 Iris Clops

Sam: G1 Draculaura and G3 Twyla Boogeyman

He's going with the safe choice, but he's right. Draculaura is sweet, sensitive, and a shopaholic (something he can related to, Mr. Born-to-shop). I think, like Star, he'd be the type project onto her. He'd get as many different Draculaura sets his grubby little hands and mostly-empty wallet can get and he'd talk to all of them like, "You hearing this shit, Draculaura?" Even though she's a vampire and he's recently been on the anti-vampire bandwagon, he makes an exception for her because she's vegan.

I feel like he was surprised with how much he liked the new Twyla since he wasn't terribly fond of G1 Twyla, but I think changing the green to a nice teal really helped. Her patterns don't clash as much (neither do her accessories, which he was SUPER bothered by in G1), and her hair Actually looks nice. She just feels more cohesive, which really sells her to Sam. He's still a die-hard Draculaura fan, but there's room in his heart for two cute monsters.

Honorable mentions: G1 Clawdeen, G1 Clawd, G1 Rochelle Goyle, G3 Draculaura

[elkkiel]

11, 12, 24!

hi nerd fancy seeing you here /lh

artist ask game!

11: Do you listen to anything while drawing?

Usually podcasts/video essays, since I absorb the information better if I'm doing another task like drawing

12: Describe your process while drawing

LMAOOOOO my process is fucking disgusting and I'll never share a timelapse/speedpaint out of sheer embarrassment.

I usually start with breaking down my reference into super basic shapes to act as a base for my sketches. It's often by hand, especially for the cats, but I'll be 100% real about tracing over reference photos sometimes lol. The caveat is that I only ever break it down into the simplest shapes I can. This is so I can quickly figure out proportions/structure (ex. a palm is kinda pentagon shaped, so I'll rough out a pentagon) without actually tracing the image.

My actual sketch process after that can be anywhere from 2-6 levels of refinement. Since my style isn't really true to life like a photo ref I may use, it takes me a little while to translate those shapes into my own style.

After that, I do my line art (basic lines first, then working on modulating line weights, then finishing with rounding off all the inner corners) then colour! I usually finish it off with a solid colour blend mode layer on top, just for colour unity.

Adhd brain makes me jump around all over the place while drawing, so it takes me a lot longer to finish my work. Like I can be working on lettering in one part, then have to jump over to hatching on the other side of the canvas. I'm trying to speed up my process a bit, and tbh Sleeptober helped a lot. But yeah lol tl;dr I'm a messy bitch

24: What's a compliment about your art that's always stuck with you?

The things that stick out for me are less about the art, and more about my design work. My big "holy shit I'm actually good at what I do" moment was when I won a MacBook pro from my university as an entrance award. There were about 1000+ people that applied the same year as me, and they chose my portfolio as one of the top 3 strongest from the entire submission pool. It was completely behind the scenes and totally shocking, and I had a good cry over it lol. Like that was fucking wild to me, especially as a pre-treatment mentally ill loser of a teenager /hj

Maybe that's not quite what the question was asking, since it's not technically a compliment. But it was the first time I actually felt confident in my abilities like that. Any kind of professional affirmations like that still hit me really hard, like the first time I was told that my work was commercial-quality. Sorry I'm rambling now but yeah it's taken a while to build up confidence in my work, so I try to talk positively when I can

[turtlepoweredstories]

It's probably CNC, DP/gangbang and maybe breeding

(Prompts: CNC, Gangbang, Breeding)

“Why the fuck are you all wearing condoms for?”

You can feel the two dicks stretching out your ass and pussy stop thrusting. The one pushing in and out of your mouth didn't stop, making it a little harder to hear the response.

“No i know what she SAID… but i mean just look at her… she's a cock drunk slut who's just dying for us all to take the next step and pump her full of cum.”

You can barely hear the response over your own sound of ‘Gluck. Gluck. Gluck’ and the grunting of the person face fucking you. You can tell its the guy with his cock in your ass who responds by the vibrations and the way he shifts slightly while still inside you. 

“No of course not you… but it would be such a waste to spill all that cum in her ass and in a rubber at the same time. And you've been going at her for a while now… you must just about be ready to pop. Im just saying we should all be busting in that beat up little cunt of hers…”

The guy who had been fucking your pussy seems to need little convincing and you can feel him pull out and fumble a little before he thrusts back into you with a deep akd satisfied groan. He thrusts and pumps and in no time at all he's groaning as he emptying his balls into you. You almost let out a shriek of surprise but the facefucking is relentless.

“My man! What about you dude? You wanna breed this needy bitch as well?”

The cock in your ass thrusts a couple more times before you feel it withdraw, a pause and his uncovered cock thrust into your already cum soaked pussy. His thrusts are deeper and more determined and when he finally cums he holds you tightly and presses into you so hard you know he's trying to cum in you as deeply as he can. He holds you there like that until every last drop is drained and then slides out of you with a messy, dripping sound. 

“Ooof. I just knew you'd be into that you dirty bastard… make room now.”

The thrusts into your mouth get quicker and faster as you hear his breath start to quicken. He grabs the back of your head and a fistful of hair at the same time as he lets out a gasp. You feel his cum spurting into your throat, his tight grip forcing you to drink it all down as he holds you in place. When hes done he simply releases his hold on you and lets you flop inelegantly face down onto the floor with your ass sticking up into the air, your pussy still leaking cum. 

“Ah well… two out of three aint bad huh pet? I guess that mouth of yours is just to good to resist… but i'm still going to take my turn with that messy cunt.” 

He leans in from behind and presses a hand down against the side of your face, pushing your head into the mattress as you feel him push himself inside your sore pussy with a satisfied groan. The sensation spurring you into action and you hear yourself mumble something, a begging, pleading tone in your voice.

“I mean… yeah i know what you SAID… but we both know this is your biggest fantasy come true… if it wasn't, why would you be so fucking wet?” 

He slides a hand underneath to rub at the mess of cum and juices leaking out as he thrusts into you, laughing as he builds up a rhythm. You know he's right. You just pray the others aren't just getting their stamina back for another turn…

[inkyquince]

inky is having their chai and thinking:

i think people give dark romance SUCH a bad rep, especially these days. i dont care about dark romance having toxic couples at all (please look around here, why would i care) but it legitmately depends on how the story is marketed.

The reason why i hated the toxicity of the boring ass couple in the notebook is because its marketed as... Yknow. A wholesome love story with sap. That's why i hate Noah and what's her face. Man legit threatens suicide if she doesn't go out with him. But its marketed as this whirlwind, somewhat heavy but all together feel good love story. Cause of that, I hate The Notebook. I watched it at 13 and my god, until years later, i didnt really realise that SOMEONE THREATENING TO KILL THEMSELF IF YOU DIDNT GO OUT WITH THEM WOUDL BE TERRIFING IRL. also if that happens to you, legit just call them out on their bluff by telling them you're phoning them an ambulance, save the messages from the conversation and call emergency services. reality check to the extreme.

Anyway, i hate that book for real, but the reason i kinda love the toxic relationships in like.. .Bridgerton novels (not the rape scene between daphne and simon, that was just... deeply uncomfortable AND i still hate miscommunication as a plot device), but ITS NOT MARKETTED... AS A WHOLESOME LOVE STORY. its messy period drama with romance, its a period piece of gossip girl (the old one. not the trash fire reboot, im glad its cancelled). I love mess. I love awful people. "Their relationship is toxic" AND THATS THE POINT. One of the later books has her husband/suitor tie her up in the bathroom and leave her there. It's not marketed as these stories of love. Like Pride and Prejudice is a satire but yknow, they only get together after Elizabeth has kicked him in the knee for insulting her family and he grows. That's cute as hell man.

But so many dark romance books dont market themselves as wholesome love stories, they're nasty, and as someone who watched Anna Karenina WAY WAY WAY too young and adored everything about it to the point I READ THE BOOK... AT LIKE 12... (dont read old russian literature unless you're willing to really stick by it and also cry), I love the mess that comes from a relationship that isn't perfect and is played up to be fucking nasty.

But why do people put dark romance... and nicholas sparks puke inducing cheese romance on the same level of responsibility?

Twilight and The Notebook and Sleepless in Seattle were marketed as these true love stories, where the conflicts are mostly external... Instead of Edward being a weirdo creep asshole, Noah threatening suicide if whats-her-face didnt go on a date and manhandling her and MEG RYAN BEING A PRIVACY BREAKING WEIRDO STALKER BITCH WITH WEIRD PARASOCIAL OBSESSION WITH MISTER HANDS (i forgot their character names) and they should all get flak for marketing themselves as such. I love conflict in a romance, but sometimes that conflict is.... illegal and gross and worthy of a thousand break ups and car keying.

But dark romance makes sure to market itself as... Dark romance.

Why are stupid people on tiktok surprised that its not wholesome.

btw colleen hoover should get run over jesus christ

[icannotreadcursive]

i come bearing QUESTIONS 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

You sure do come bearing questions! I come bearing answers!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Man, good question. I feel like a lot of my fic is quite sweet, but I do definitely tend to have a blend of sweetness with angst and other feels so I don't really have anything that's just pure tooth rotting fluff. That said, the Halloween and Christmas bonus fics for A Force of Nature are about as close to pure fluff as I get and Snacks and Midnight Blues is pretty damn sweet too.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Write whatever the hell you want and don't worry about hypothetical other people's responses to it—your writing needs to be for you first. Remember you're doing this for fun, so have fun with it. It doesn't matter if it's “cringe” or messy or unpopular or has been done a million times before.

That and, if you're starting to post on Ao3, please go read the Fanfiction Author's Guide to Metatext I wrote a while back—save yourself and others from a few headaches

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I've just been re-reading Lunar Synthesis to get back into writing it and this exchange from the second lycanthropy Q&A still gives me a chuckle every time:

“I will gladly accept pets though,” Sirius said brightly, still halfway out of his chair. “If you see me as a dog—pets, fetch, snacks, I'll take it.” “You've been like that since before you became an animagus,” Remus pointed out. “That's true,” Sirius agreed.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)

Uhhhh, I write such a broad range of things—some genres, like mystery, I generally don't write as fic, but I'm perfectly comfortable writing in general. Same goes for action—the kind of fic I'm inclined to write rarely has action sequences, but more of my original work does.

I guess the best answer for this really is smut. I have never posted smut and I generally don't write smut. I do write sex scenes but that's not quite the same thing. Good smut is really hard to write and—because it's not a kind of writing I often do—my skill level with it is lower than with other kinds of writing. So I continue to not write it.

I also am not sure how well I'd do trying to write a real tragedy. I love tragedies, several of my favorite stories are tragedies and I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about what makes for a good tragedy, but I am such a finding-happiness-in-the-ending kind of bitch that it would take serious effort for me to craft a plot that is actually tragic and I'm not sure I'd have the discipline to stick with it.

[lovegasmic]

 BEST FRIENDS WHO FUCK  P.2 !

ᯓ★ mdni. bff Satoru + f!reader. continuation of this post and part two of what started the whole best friend Satoru au, unprotected sex, satoru is still oblivious. 1.2k

BFF SATORU MASTERLIST — heavily recommend you to read “jealous, jealous” which is basically a continuation of this.

another day, another breakup, another hangout with Satoru rambling your ear off about his newest ex.

“I am a good boyfriend!” you knew damn well, your best friend was always over the top when gifting something to his girlfriend’s, or planning beautiful and expensive dates, you still didn’t understand why they always broke up with him.

it truly was not your fault.

sure, you and Satoru had your usual hangout nights with movies and snacks included, staying up late and chatting about whatever came into your minds first, but you always respected his girlfriends, keeping respectful distance without ruining your friendship either.

so of course, casual sex was also out of the way.

after that one night where he suggested you two should sleep together, you and Satoru kept fucking, and what you thought was a one time mistake happened twice, thrice, and multiple times after that, under the disguise of hanging out, which ended with Satoru’s balls nestled against your soft ass or his face buried in your cunt.

but no one could blame you, Gojo Satoru fucked like as if he was possessed.

just waiting for when he came to your place and fucked your brains out, mushing your face against the damp pillowcase while his cock plunged your insides, dragging out each drop and strand of sweet slick to stick to your trembling thighs, he liked it messy, you came to realize.

but everything stopped each time he got a new girl, he wasn’t a cheater and you weren’t a bitch. sleeping with someone taken was the last thing you’d do. so of course, hours after a breakup count as your best friend not being taken anymore.

the first time was a surprise, Satoru suddenly arrived at your place with a pout and puppy eyes, one that you weren’t sure was real or fake, “she broke up with me”

“again?” you think, but instead voice a “what happened?”

he sighs, walking into your cozy living room as if he owned the place, just to plop down on the couch, feet dangling off the side and staring at the ceiling through rounded pitch black sunglasses, “said I didn’t give her enough attention”

‘odd’ is what you think, considering Satoru is one of the clingiest and most attentive people you’ve ever met, “not true” you sit on the small coffee table right next to the white haired, “are you sure it wasn’t an excuse?”

another sigh comes out of him, and you start to think you should count and tease him about it later, “i don’t know… she said many things, that my mind is everywhere and I am not focused on her enough…” a hint of something else flashes on Satoru’s eyes.

“...and…?”

his eyes drift through the ceiling for a second, as if nervous but is quickly replaced by a casual shrug, “that’s all”

this time you sigh, scratching your cheek and reaching for the bowl settled on the table next to you, picking one of the candies that Satoru himself bought and left at your apartment and tossing it to him.

his eyes sparkling almost immediately, like a child on Christmas Eve, “i love you!” he smiles and pops the candy in his mouth, the girl long forgotten.

a huff of a laugh comes out of your mouth with a shake of your head, eyeing your best friend with a soft smile, one that’s returned when he flips and lays on his side, eyes on you, “hey…”

“yeah?”

“can you give me a hug?”

a simple and innocent request you quickly comply, laying down face to face with Satoru’s hands quickly wrapping around your waist, face in the crook of your neck, “hmm, you smell good… new shampoo?”

you hum in return, cozy and warm between your friend’s broad arms and chest.

“it’s nice…” he murmurs, a bit… lower, huskier even, sniffling against your neck as if trying to memorize your smell. you don’t give it a second thought, Satoru always had strange tendencies, but it’s the soft brush of his lips that make your eyes snap open.

“what are you doing?”

it takes him a bit to answer, perhaps thinking of a proper response, perhaps just lost in your warmth, essence and taste, “i missed you” and the lingering touch on your thigh was enough to let you understand what kind of ‘missing’ Satoru’s feeling was.

comforting your best friend by moaning his name, drenched in sweat and taking his bare cock into the deepest spots of your pussy was not what you expected, yet it happened.

over and over again.

“i even bought her a necklace!” through deaf ears is where his words go, it wasn’t as if he minded whether you paid attention or not, for some reason your babbled, ‘mhm’ ‘that’s sad’ or ‘her loss’ were enough for him.

“i don’t know what, ah, fuck…! i’m… doing wrong” he groans, the sound as loud as the messy squelching of your pussy sucking the fat girth of his cock down to the hilt, each push, each kiss of his tip into your g-spot making your toes curl.

“it’s not as if I… u-ungh… spoke… too much about y— ah, fuck, so close”

what was he even trying to say? “m’ close too”

“yeah? can I come inside?”

the first sentence you actually pay attention to “fuck no!”

“why not— ugh, shit! you've… let me do that before”

“that’s the only, ngh… way to make you stop crying!”

“rude!” Satoru hisses, yet complies to your wishes by pulling out almost at the last minute, spurting thick ropes of cum that land on your chin.

yet there were other times when you were too fucked silly too understand his words, and for once, he didn’t spoke about any of his exes either, starting with a few whines and complains, but slowing down until Satoru turns into an animal, dicking you down against the mattress, pistoning his hips hard against your cunt for the sound of skin slapping to echo, mingling with your squeaks and desperate screams of his name, “S-ato-ruu” you choke on your own saliva, eyes crossed and heels of your feet weakly digging into the back of his thighs, not to mention the red marks on the soft and milky expanse of his back that your nails create.

“that’s my good fuckin’ girl” each word accentuated by a thrust that pushes you up on the bed, his pace animalistic, rough and primal, as if trying to mold your insides to the shape of his cock, “you were made for me, baby, made to take my cock”

eyeglasses long forgotten, blue eyes taking in the whole sight of you, from your pretty fucked out expression, to the way your skin glistens with sweat and to how your creamy cunt gushes around his length, “fuckin’ gorgeous” leaving him all needy with how his erection glistens and holds a white ring of cream down the base, he’s really fucking you that good.

almost as fucked as you are is he, although differently, brain a fuzzy mess of pleasure, of desire to keep you like this forever, to bully his fat cock into your pussy every single day, almost possessive.

almost in love…

he loves you, “i love you” it’s a blurred mess that comes out of his mouth, with his fingers gripping your jaw, yet you’re too dumb right now to even hear him.

it must be a side effect of mind-blowing sex, because there's no way you’re the reason his relationships don’t last… but what if...

yet all thoughts that threaten to pull him out of this surreal experience are drowned by the sound of your whimpers, of your cries and the way you so beautifully moan his name as you cum.

and in the end, Satoru doesn’t even remember what he was thinking about a second ago.

[cindol]

Literally like how does every big writer on here always have some typa problem 🙄 like girl where are the unproblematic writers or is it a requirement to have a big following you must to be problematic … let me do something problematic so I blow up 🤣

LMAOOO anon 😭 true though! It’s like they know people love mess so that makes them be more messier. Certain writers on here love being messy bitches and spilling their dirty laundry showing their trash personalities instead of y’know, sticking to writing.

[livingdead-g1rl]

“Why the fuck are you all wearing condoms for?”

You can feel the two dicks stretching out your ass and pussy stop thrusting. The one pushing in and out of your mouth didn't stop, making it a little harder to hear the response.

“No i know what she SAID… but i mean just look at her… she's a cock drunk slut who's just dying for us all to take the next step and pump her full of cum.”

You can barely hear the response over your own sound of ‘Gluck. Gluck. Gluck’ and the grunting of the person face fucking you. You can tell its the guy with his cock in your ass who responds by the vibrations and the way he shifts slightly while still inside you. 

“No of course not you… but it would be such a waste to spill all that cum in her ass and in a rubber at the same time. And you've been going at her for a while now… you must just about be ready to pop. Im just saying we should all be busting in that beat up little cunt of hers…”

The guy who had been fucking your pussy seems to need little convincing and you can feel him pull out and fumble a little before he thrusts back into you with a deep akd satisfied groan. He thrusts and pumps and in no time at all he's groaning as he emptying his balls into you. You almost let out a shriek of surprise but the facefucking is relentless.

“My man! What about you dude? You wanna breed this needy bitch as well?”

The cock in your ass thrusts a couple more times before you feel it withdraw, a pause and his uncovered cock thrust into your already cum soaked pussy. His thrusts are deeper and more determined and when he finally cums he holds you tightly and presses into you so hard you know he's trying to cum in you as deeply as he can. He holds you there like that until every last drop is drained and then slides out of you with a messy, dripping sound. 

“Ooof. I just knew you'd be into that you dirty bastard… make room now.”

The thrusts into your mouth get quicker and faster as you hear his breath start to quicken. He grabs the back of your head and a fistful of hair at the same time as he lets out a gasp. You feel his cum spurting into your throat, his tight grip forcing you to drink it all down as he holds you in place. When hes done he simply releases his hold on you and lets you flop inelegantly face down onto the floor with your ass sticking up into the air, your pussy still leaking cum. 

“Ah well… two out of three aint bad huh pet? I guess that mouth of yours is just to good to resist… but i'm still going to take my turn with that messy cunt.” 

He leans in from behind and presses a hand down against the side of your face, pushing your head into the mattress as you feel him push himself inside your sore pussy with a satisfied groan. The sensation spurring you into action and you hear yourself mumble something, a begging, pleading tone in your voice.

“I mean… yeah i know what you SAID… but we both know this is your biggest fantasy come true… if it wasn't, why would you be so fucking wet?” 

He slides a hand underneath to rub at the mess of cum and juices leaking out as he thrusts into you, laughing as he builds up a rhythm. You know he's right. You just pray the others aren't just getting their stamina back for another turn…

oh my god 😫

this sounds like a wonderful night.

filled up over and over until everyone’s done 😖😵‍💫

[dats-hq]

it’s that bitch

time for my real favorite

MIU FUCKING SHINONOME

First impression of Miu Shinonome

Okay so if we mean first impression ever, I thought Miu looked kind of annoying when they revealed her and Kaito.

When I actually played the game, my first impression was, “Okay so she’s like a Scout Finch kind of character. I’m a fan so far. Let’s see where this goes.”

And it went some cool places. True story.

When I started to truly like Miu Shinonome

I actually don’t think there was any specific single point when I started loving Miu as much as I do. It was a slow burn.

I learned to appreciate her humor in Part 3 when she told Kaito that “People fainting is a TV problem. I’ve now fainted once in my entire life.”

I learned to appreciate her capacity for growth in Part 4 when her desire to take responsibility triggered the Shellmon’s evolution (the only 100% scripted evolution sequence of the main 8 outside of Takuma btw!).

I learned to appreciate her pain in Part 5 when we got a glimpse into her past with the stalker with shadow Syakomon’s taunting.

I learned to appreciate how these things related to each other in Part 6 when she asks Takuma if he blames her for leading them all to the Kemonogami realm, and telling her that it’s not her fault causes her to break down crying. This is clearly not the first time she’s needed someone to tell her that bad things aren’t her fault.

Now, from there, it was a tossup on my favorite character. Because of how Survive is structured, Miu’s further development from this point is very low-key. For a while, my favorite was Shuuji. Then Saki. Aoi was always in the running as well. But idk, there was just never an end to Miu endearing herself to me. Asking Takuma to look after Kaito in Part 7. The way she was the only one who hadn’t given up on Miyuki in Part 9. Her resolution with Kaito in Moral Route. Her complicated distance from Kaito in Wrathful Route. The prayer to the old school in Truthful Route. How messy her relationship with her trauma was in Harmony Route. Her need for independence. Her need for a community.

All these small things built up over the course of the game, and by the end, I really felt like Miu was the true heart of the group. And she’s also an edgy little shit. How could I not love her?

A quote of Miu Shinonome’s that I remember

Her ranting about her classmates in the prequel is too iconic, and I actually love the official translation specifically for how blunt it was.

“Ohh Miu, your sleeves are too long. You should roll them up!”

Psh, it’s like that on purpose, stupid!

What’s the first thing I think about when thinking about Miu Shinonome?

Probably the Free Action scene where she’s moving around random rocks and trying to spin some nonsense as to why she’s actually doing high-level witchcraft, but loses all steam and has to have a frank conversation with Takuma and Syakomon about her feelings. That’s just her whole everything in a nutshell, huh?

When was Miu Shinonome at her happiest?

Intellectually, I know it must be at the end of Moral or Truthful or something, but listen to Miu count Syakomon’s teeth and tell me that’s not the most peaceful shit you’ve ever heard in your life.

When was Miu Shinonome at her lowest?

There's this bewilderingly heartbreaking moment where they're going around looking for survivors at the amusement park and you can find a Biyomon who is too far gone, and Miu has to just watch as one of her subjects dies with nothing she can do to help. It always sticks out in my mind as an interesting momentary backslide of her character as she doesn’t seem capable of accepting what’s happening until it’s too late. But in an interesting way? I like that she still needs the help of others to guide her through crises emotions like that.

If you’re still in the mood for it 1 and 2 for the character you wound up liking the most on adventure: 2020

And  1, 2, 7, 11, 21, 22 for Miu and/or Shuuji.  Whichever one you feel like talking about more.  

Oh I'll be in the mood for this forever, don't worry.

My first impression of Hikari Yagami

"Wow Hikari seems like, barely a character. Like she almost feels like a baby. Except actual baby Hikari from the first movie seemed more aware of the world around her. It's kind of creepy, but being creepy is kind of Hikari's whole thing, so let's see where they're going with this."

And then she stood perfectly still inside her bedroom for 20 episodes. True story.

When I started to truly like Hikari Yagami

I was mostly sold on this version of her in the back-to-back episodes where she comforts Tailmon and assures her that she will be her light, there's nothing to fear, she'll save her every time, etc. It was quality crest of light behavior and a fine execution of that sort of archetypal childlike purity.

But the Petaldramon episode is what really pushed her over into being my favorite character in the reboot. It's kind of what you always hear people say they want from a Superman story: what does a perfectly moral person do in a situation with no perfect moral solution? I loved seeing the script on her relationship with Tailmon flip somewhat. Whereas before, Hikari was the light that Tailmon could always run toward, now Hikari needed Tailmon's help to cope with a sort of unavoidable darkness, a small tragedy they had no predestined duty or ability to mend.

And yet, still, she tries. And in the process, she learns a lesson about fighting for the imperfect victories too. I actually love that Adventure 2020 is willing to let the world be a bit messy and let the characters keep their endless optimism without doing any bullshit like "oh haha we believed so hard that everything worked out actually"

like they do that too sometimes but never to downplay the planned complexity

okay Shuuji time

First impression of Shuuji Kayama

"Hmm this guy sure seems to care about rules a lot and yet also have no self-confidence at all. I wonder if his arc is going to be about believing in himself or learning to not care about rules."

And then it was a lot more nuanced than that. True story.

When I started to truly like Shuuji Kayama

I know this is when most people started to hate him, but Chapter 5 lmao

I do not need a character to be a good person to like them. I need them to be an interesting person. And Shuuji is fascinating. He is easily the most psychologically complex character in the group until that point, and he's inarguably in contention for that title even by the end of all routes.

I almost feel like an idiot for even trying to explain why I fell in love with the character here. Seruni already made the case better than I could a dozen times, and I honestly think if you engage with the themes of the game at all, it's self-evident. It's just fucking fantastic that they were willing to go to the places they did with his character. If you're going to tell a darker Digimon story with a focus on how the Digimon is a reflection of the human's true self, you need to explore how that bears out in a situation like Shuuji's. And they did so beautifully.

A quote of Shuuji Kayama's that you remember

[to Lopmon in Part 5]

"You can't even evolve! Maybe you'd be of some use if you could! Yeah! You'd be able to defeat our enemies if you could do that! Enemies... anyone who looks down on me. You should just erase them all!"

Now I thought this line went hard just because of how it spoke to Shuuji's mental deterioration, but someone later pointed out how Lopmon did in fact erase the person who looked down on Shuuji the most: Shuuji.

What’s the first thing I think about when thinking about Shuuji Kayama?

Okay the more I'm going through these questions the more I'm realizing that I love Part 5 even more than I realized. Because obviously his breakdown is fucking eternally iconic and it will always be one of the first things I think about with Survive in general, let alone when I think about Shuuji.

When was Shuuji Kayama at his happiest?

I have to imagine it was when Lopmon evolved into Cherubimon. There was a level of unconditional positive regard granted there that I doubt Shuuji has ever felt in his life before.

When was Shuuji Kayama at his lowest?

i mean...

I will do Miu later but it's getting late lol