#tag: mel’s babbling

[kinardsevan]

shit must be happening because i'm over here googling heart surgery again.

[locktobre]

it is never stated but it is my hc that only the heirs to kingdoms "Have" to graduate PCS, it is optional for other royalty but if they do graduate I imagine they get access to some sort of trust fund or whatever and then can do whatever they want. like they don't HAVE to go to college/university or anything but they DO have to prove that they can comport themselves with decorum away from their families. this is the only reason why any of them care at all about graduating and why the school(s, since Prince Charming Academy I imagine is quite similar) still even exist in the modern day. (this also means that most non-heirs take the lady/lord royal track, and there are many many more of them than princesses/princes.)

anyway, what all that together means I think that Portia is heir to a kingdom somewhere and I worry so much about how vulnerable she would be to manipulation if anyone nefarious managed to get close to her. like it is kinda funny that she's a ditz yeah but she WILL be in power one day. and this is royalty we're talking about, it's bloodline stuff, you can't just come out and Say "well she's too stupid to be queen we gotta boot her and get someone else." like it just wouldn't be done I don't think.

and I love Portia and I don't believe she's too dumb or anything but I do choose to take it seriously that she might take a long time to understand things, or not realize when ppl are not being honest or kind to her (cough DELANCY). she is vulnerable and I worry about her

[lets-steal-an-archive]

mood: everything is hopeless bullshit

[adieutristana]

nsfw headcanons; arcane women x fem!reader

still new to writing this kinda stuff yall dont kill me. anyways, here's some general headcanons. again, i'm open for nsfw requests, just please read through the new section in my rules post!

summary; general nsfw headcanons with arcane women and their girlfriend.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest

tags; nsfw, fluff, everything is done consensually, some aftercare (full aftercare headcanons here), fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on use, strap-on referred to as dick, degradation, rough sex, nipple play, light bdsm (sevika, lest), anal (sevika, lest), public (mel), jinx being a brat, vibrator use (jinx, caitlyn) gun play (jinx), period sex mention (jinx), usage of words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore,’ sloppy shit, p in v (lest), dacryphilia (jinx, caitlyn), wax play (lest), breeding kink (vi), orgasm denial (mel, caitlyn), thigh riding (sevika, caitlyn), blowjob (lest), shimmer (jinx, lest)

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* the way i interpreted it at least, what jinx received after the fight on the bridge was a sort of shimmer infusion. she's got that stuff running in her veins, and jinx is basically 50% shimmer at this point.

✧.* i bring this up because the amount of shimmer in jinx's system gives her certain.. perks. such as her stamina being that of twenty women combined, how fast and hard she can go. she'd have fun increasing the speed, fucking you harder and harder while you're a writhing mess beneath her and can only think of the pleasure she's giving you.

✧.* even while receiving, jinx can go all night if she wanted to. she won't, because you're not as energetic as she is and she needs to let you rest (as much as she wishes you could go all night). the girl would be so damn overstimulated, but still, she'll demand that you make her cum again, and again, and again. she can keep going; she can take it.

✧.* a tit girl. she doesn’t care how big or small your boobs are, as long as she gets them in her hands and mouth! it’s probably a result of how damn sensitive her own are- jinx will be whimpering mess just from you pinching her nipples a few times.

✧.* she’s a switch, and what position she takes at what given time is just dependent on her mood. jinx is always unpredictable, always keeping you on your toes. she isn’t much different in bed.

✧.* so fucking noisy, and the dirty talk is downright filthy. it's bad enough that at times, you worry your girlfriend might lose her voice. jinx is very unfiltered in general, so you'd expect no less from her in the bedroom. she sees no point in holding back. you're making her feel good, why should she hide that?

✧.* "oh, fuck! ngh, just like that, you're fucking my pussy soooo good," she'd babble, taking every inch of your strap with impressive resolve. her lips are parted, swollen and red from just how hard she'd kissed you. obscene squelching noises filling the room while you pound into her, her legs pressed to either side of her body. "y'hear it? do you? that's me, fuckin' dripping for you. need your dick, ineeditineediti need it-"

✧.* SIZE QUEEN. jinx is a petite girl, shorter and thinner than most. yet she'd insist on you fucking her and stretching her with dildos that looked monstrous next to her. she's a whiny, squealing mess as you ease each inch into her aching pussy, but she always takes it so well. there's nothing quite like the feeling of being pried open to jinx.

✧.* along with that, she's pretty flexible so you can get creative with positions. she'll let you press your knees to either side of her body, not wincing once or growing tired.

✧.* jinx does enjoy a variety of positions- doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, the like, her favorite positions are any where she can see your face. not only does it give jinx a rush to see your flushed, fucked-out expressions, but it also gives her that sense of connection to be able to look at you while you pleasure each other. she's the type to hold eye contact with you the entire time she eats you out, and to bore her gaze into yours in missionary.

✧.* she'd be riding you, arms wrapped around your chest as you piston the strap into her. she's whimpering and squealing louder and louder with each thrust, but her eyes never would leave yours. you're fucking her at an unforgiving pace, plastic tip kissing her cervix, but she still feels so at ease and cared for.

✧.* i feel like jinx would say 'i love you' at least once every time.

✧.* a munch. jinx loves it when you sit on her face, and she's the type to be downright offended if you don't put your full body weight on her. she'd tug you down by your hips before plunging her tongue deep into you without warning, earning sharp cries from you. every time she hears those noises, her ego grows bigger, and damn. you'd allow her that.

✧.* also loves to eat you out from under her workbench. seeing you in her chair, under her desk, in her space, so willingly submissive to her- it's thrilling to her and she can't quite explain it.

✧.* "fuck yes, toots," she'd grumble, pulling back from your wet heat for just a split seconds. "you taste so damn good. so fuckin' sweet and needy f'me."

✧.* a damn brat when she wants to be. she loves to rile you up, it's like a game to jinx. not so amusing for you when you're trying to fill out paperwork and jinx is groaning, taking your pen from your hand and holding it out of your reach while she tells you to just fuck her already.

✧.* "come on! that stuff is so boring, and here i am, soaked for you," she'd pout, her knees parting more beside you on the couch. "you always have to be so responsible, and it's irritating. you could be putting those hands to better use, but noooo."

✧.* or something along the lines of, “i can’t feel anything! are you sure you’re fucking me? come on, do something!”

✧.* not so mouthy when your face is buried in her cunt, that's for sure.

✧.* very into marking. placing her claim on you. almost every time, without fail, you’ve got a new array of hickeys splayed across your neck, chest, hips, and inner thighs. also very into writing on you, with permanent marker. she’d write ‘JINX’ right above your pubic bone, draw little hearts around your nipples, draw an arrow on your inner thigh pointing to your cunt that reads ‘JINX WAZ HERE!’

✧.* a crier, especially when you overstimulate her and when she orgasms. she gets embarrassed every time and tries to explain it away, but it’s just her body’s way of processing all of those sensations. poor girl can’t hold it in :(

✧.* being with jinx, it's gonna be either her tongue, a strap, or a vibrator pleasuring you, unless you can convince jinx to cut her nails. not likely, since she takes pride in their length. sorry :(

✧.* jinx isn’t afraid to get messy. she’ll be rubbing her sticky cunt against yours, having already squirted twice- her lips swollen from your kisses, thighs and lower stomach covered in sweat and cum. but she just can’t stop grinding against you, it feels so damn right.

✧.* along with that, jinx is definitely into period sex. the first time was a whirlwind, with jinx insisting she doesn’t mind and eating you out anyways. if anything, you being on your period makes jinx want to please you more so that you forget about those pesky cramps.

✧.* squirter, and her juices are tinged pink from the shimmer running through her body.

✧.* oh, you already know the prosthetic finger vibrates. she wouldn’t tell you the first time she used it, just say something like, “i’ve got somethin’ special for ya toots! what is it? well, i can’t say just yet! but you’ll love it. i know you will.”

✧.* the way you gasp as soon as you feel the vibrations against your clit and buck your hips into the metal gives jinx all that she needs.

✧.* definitely into gun play as well. seeing your pussy stretch to accommodate the barrel of her gun, the way your eyes widen and you gasp when her finger brushes over the trigger… oh, it’s art. jinx could fully get addicted to it.

vi;

✧.* A MUNCH.

✧.* it probably sounds far-fetched, but vi could cum just from eating you out. from tasting your sweet juices, the scent of your heat, the way your face contorts in pleasure, the trembling of your thighs in her hands, the obscene noises that spill from your lips, how it feels when you cum in her mouth- vi gets lost in it every single time.

✧.* it gets to a point some nights where you’ll almost have to pry vi’s face from between your legs.

✧.* likes to switch and doesn’t have a preference when it comes to top or bottom. i take her as the type who would do both during most sessions to balance things out, she gets some and you get some!

✧.* dirty talk is crazy when she’s domming, but when vi is subbing she can barely string together a coherent thought, especially not a full sentence. she tries to talk to you, tries to let you know how good you’re feeling, but it comes out more as a choppy string of moans and ‘please’s.

✧.* “oh, that feels so- haaaah, please, mm-”

✧.* vi is strong, stronger than most. meaning she can pick you up, fuck you while holding you up against a wall, or she could use that strength to slam your wrists into the mattress above your head while her free hand works at your heat. the possibilities are endless!

✧.* not necessarily loud, but she doesn’t hold back when it comes to noises either. always some form of grunting, groaning, heaving. or whimpering, when she’s on bottom.

✧.* her tits are so sensitive. she’ll try to act like it’s nothing when your hands brush over her hardened nipples, but oh gods when your lips form a seal over one and you start to swirl your tongue around it, vi loses her mind. she’s threading calloused fingers into your hair, trying to push you impossibly closer to her.

✧.* loves giving strap- she likes to receive too, but she’s more partial to giving when it comes to strap-on usage. it just gives her a rush, being on top of you, making you take her. it’s a bit of a power trip for vi.

✧.* “yeah, fucking take my cock- ngh… such a good girl for me, such a good slut.” she’s a panting mess, pounding into you from behind. your asscheeks are sore from the swats she’s given them, and you can feel vi filling you to the brim with every thrust. yet it’s intoxicating.

✧.* vi is just so smitten with you, she’ll do almost anything if you ask nicely. any position, any toys, any kink you want to try out. she’s a lover girl at heart, and aims to please above all else. all you have to do is say the word.

✧.* due to her sweet nature, vi would be so attentive during rougher sex with you. even as she’s tossing you around, coaxing what must be your fourth or fifth orgasm out of you, calling you pathetic and needy, she’d be looking out for you. one second she’s degrading you, the next she’s asking if you’re okay and if you need a break. additionally, she does internally wince when she talks down to you, though she tries to hide it. she knows you know she doesn’t actually think of you like that, but she does hold back because she can’t bear the thought of going too far with it.

✧.*despite liking to be rough from time to time, especially if she knows that you like it and you ask for it, vi also does enjoy slow, sweet lovemaking to keep things balanced. she likes being able to pleasure you, to worship you, show you exactly how much you mean to her through her touch.

✧.* “shh, baby,” she’d whisper, kissing down the valley between your breasts, towards your sternum and stomach. “i’ll make you feel good. so good. just lay your pretty self back and take it. can you do that for me, love?”

✧.* her favorite positions are probably doggystyle and 69. doggystyle gives her room to manipulate your body, a prime angle to pound into you, room to pull your hair and force you to look back at her while you’re coming undone on her dick. 69 is ideal for eating you out, but you both get off, so it’s even better. she’d be trying to stifle moans while her tongue is lapping at your clit, sending vibrations through your core when she can’t hold back anymore.

✧.* one orgasm is never enough when it comes to vi. she wants to give you more, and more, and more. her hand would be soaked and her fingers beginning to prune from just how much you’ve already given her, but she still swears you can give her one more (those words are almost always a lie).

✧.* creamer, and there’s SO much of it. the first time you made her cum you didn’t say anything, but you questioned to yourself whether this is a normal amount. but you quickly grew to love it- seeing vi make such a mess, shaking and whining.

✧.* can somebody say BREEDING KINK. no, it’s not scientifically possible for a woman to get another woman pregnant. but vi will be damned if she doesn’t try.

✧.* pistoning her strap into you while she has you folded into a mating press, grunting and panting with her hands on either side of your head. “gonna fill you up just right,” she’d say, breathless. “please, vi-” “shh. i’ll give it to you, you’ll be such a pretty mama, fuck- take it. take it all.”

✧.* while she enjoys getting her tits played with, i definitely see vi as more of an ass girl when it comes to you. she loves eating you out from behind, slapping your ass during sex, even slapping your ass in public when you’re just trying to pay the poor street vendor. she just can’t get enough of the feeling of plush skin in her hands. the shape, the sensation.

✧.* a head pusher. practically shoves your mouth into her pussy while she’s bucking into your face, groaning and panting while your tongue laps up everything she’ll give you. the proximity does something for her, but she also just… can’t help it. it’s reflex at this point. you hit just the right spot, and her strong hand is flying to the back of your head to push you even further.

✧.* RIDE HER ABS. that’s all i’ll say.

mel;

✧.* such a devoted and sweet lover. also a switch, and she truly doesn’t mind what position she takes at what moment. usually mel lets you decide, she trusts you and the pace you set.

✧.* she’s devoted to your pleasure, but she also won’t deny herself any; not by a long shot.

✧.* however, there are times when she’s had a frustrating day at work. the councilors wouldn’t listen to her, her ideas weren’t getting anywhere, she felt a mental block growing stronger with each passing second. every minute she was in that room was like torture, and all she wanted was to get home.

✧.* so the second she does, she’s asking you to lay down so she can lower her pussy onto your face and lose herself.

✧.* “please, love, make me forget- oh, shit! aah!”

✧.* mel doesn’t really curse much, so a good signifier that she’s feeling good is when you hear her swearing. she’s always so poised, so refined in the way she speaks. careful to converse in a manner becoming of a councilor, of a medarda. so when she’s making those pretty sounds, laid back with three fingers deep inside of her and you hear her swear, you know you’ve got her.

✧.* “right there, hah, mm…” she’d moan, grabbing at one of her breasts to anchor herself. “that feels so- fuck! oh, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

✧.* she’s not necessarily loud either, just the right volume to assure you that she’s feeling good.

✧.* mel’s stamina is pretty average. she knows how to pace herself, so it’s really up to you and how long you want to go for.

✧.* she prefers lovemaking and being doted on in the bedroom rather than rough sex and being denied. that’s not to say she’s opposed to trying out something more hardcore, but generally, she prefers to feel cared for in the moment. touch her, love her, worship her.

✧.* however, when she’s topping, she could deny you for hours. it’s something to do with the power she’s holding over you.

✧.* “mpph, please, just let me come, aaah.. i’ll be so good, mel.” you’d whimper, writhing beneath her touch. “shh. you’ve been so good already, but you can hold out a bit longer, can’t you? that’s my strong girl.”

✧.* partial to body worship. take your time with her, slowly removing her clothing to tell her every little thing you love about her body. her soft skin. the swells of her breasts, her lean muscle and smooth thighs. she’ll be gasping, petting your hair and praising you, letting you know what feels right. every touch from you feels like a promise, and you’ll do damn right to keep it.

✧.* TRIBBING. she especially loves being on top when it comes to scissoring, so that she can set the pace and get both of you off just right. it checks off all of mel’s boxes- proximity, close connection, being able to see your pretty face, and the fact that you both get pleasure from it.

✧.* “oh, gods, love,” she’d grunt, grinding her wet cunt into yours. strings of arousal connecting the two of you, rutting into each other. “don’t stop, unngh- that’s so good, so fucking good.. faster. faster.”

✧.* although she’s refined and poised, mel is not above fucking you in public. you’d be at a gala together, champagne glass in hand and trying to converse with others; some of the most important figures and families in piltover. yet all you can focus on is mel, the way the white dress she chose hugs the curves of her hips just right, and the slit that runs up the side. you try to be subtle, but mel is observant. she notices. and this is one of the few times where she’s a bit more rough.

✧.* “just couldn’t wait?” she’d ask, her fingers pounding into you in an empty room just outside of the crowded hall. “almost struck a deal, a good one, before you started undressing me with your eyes. it’s distracting, love.” “i’m sorry, baby,” you’d whimper, so fucking close to your peak. “sorry isn’t going to cut it. but you’re so pretty… so wet, too. i’ll be merciful.”

✧.* mel likes to set the mood. candles, maybe some soft music crackling over a stereo as well. as i keep saying, she’s a romantic! she wants you to see the effort she’s putting in for you, to know just how much she cares. all of this is worth it to her, you’re worth it.

✧.* just one is rarely enough for mel. if you’re more the one-and-done type, she won’t try to coax more orgasms out of you- but for her, she can go several rounds. back to back to back, coming undone on your fingers and mouth and strap and loving every second.

✧.* always holding onto you somehow. her arms wrapped around your shoulders while she rides you, one arm around your waist to steady you while she fingers you against a wall, the like. however, mel’s favorite is holding your hand, interlacing your fingers together. it just feels so intimate, so loving. it’s also grounding in a way, she can squeeze your hands as the sensations grow stronger, or as a silent support while you teeter over the edge of climax.

✧.* aside from times like i mentioned earlier, mel isn’t really a fan of quickies. there are some exceptions, but she prefers to take it slow within the confines of a place she knows is safe. she wants to take her time to truly appreciate you, and she can’t do that if she’s got a time constraint.

✧.* says she loves you every time, probably multiple times. the intimacy of it all overpowers her. some people may think that saying ‘i love you’ over and over makes it lose meaning, but on the contrary, mel means it more each time she says it.

✧.* “oh, oh, gods… mm, i love you, right there…”

sevika;

✧.* have fun trying to move at all after sleeping with sevika.

✧.* she’s a top-leaning switch. she won’t deny pleasure herself, but she won’t ask for it either. she’s more than happy to just fuck you again and again, her pleasure being derived from the sight of your head thrown back in ecstasy and the sound of your pleasured screams.

✧.* sevika loves just about anything, but she’s partial to the strap. it gives her a rush of power, being able to split you open and fuck you so deep, so right. definitely gets one of the biggest dildos she can find to insert into the strap, just so she can make you lay there and take it.

✧.* rough, experienced, and doesn’t hold back when it comes to degradation. she’d pull her cock almost fully out of you, just leaving the tip- before slamming back in, drawing a borderline pornographic moan from your lips. “fuck, doll, you sound filthy. can’t even talk right now, can you? fuckin’ slut, losing her mind already.” she’d drink in all of your noises, your labored breathing and the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. “gods. i’ve never been with someone this fuckin’ desperate. i almost pity you.”

✧.* can and will manhandle you. she’ll be pushing your chest further into the mattress while fucking you from behind, yanking your hips into hers as she thrusts into you. smacking your ass so hard the sound nearly echoes through the room. she’ll flip you on your back, nearly throwing you down on the bed just to continue her relentless rhythm. she wants to absolutely ruin you. so let her.

✧.* she wants to leave you sore and tired for the next day, so that every time you try to even take a step you’re reminded of exactly what, or who put you into this position.

✧.* sevika’s stamina is admirable. exhaustion weighs heavy on her during the day, her work cut out for her. running around handling zaun, tying up loose ends silco left, and making sure jinx doesn’t get herself into too much trouble wears her out quickly. but somehow she still has so much energy when it comes to fucking you. she could go all night if you allowed her, without so much as yawning.

✧.* she’ll grab your chin to force you to look at her, holding direct eye contact while she fucks you. she wants to see every expression of yours, she wants you to see her face while you cum.

✧.* “who’s makin’ this pussy feel good?” she’d demand, grunting as she grabs a fistful of your hair. you’d yelp at the sensation, your voice breathy and bordering on whiny. “aahh! you! you, mmph- sevika, you’re making it feel so good…”

✧.* also lowkey (highkey) really into anal… being able to please your tight asshole and feel you clench around her fingers as she keeps rutting into your cunt. yeah

✧.* it’s not often that she does, but sevika likes to have you tied up. your wrists tied to the headboard of her bed, the wood creaking while she rocks into you and holds your thighs apart. it’s picturesque almost, you look so damn perfect and pliant. and all for her.

✧.* the ropes are rough and frayed, something similar to what would be used on a ship. it’s not much, and they look like they’ve been used before- they’ll definitely leave marks on your wrists once you’re done. not to worry, sevika already has ointments for once you’re done, and she makes sure to space things like this out. she loves the sight of you bound for her, but not enough to over exert your poor skin.

✧.* she loves hearing those gorgeous sounds you make for her, but sevika does have neighbors and she’s not above shoving your discarded shirt or panties into your mouth if she feels that you’re being too loud. “hush. gonna wake the whole neighborhood at this point, doll. or is that what you want?”

✧.* when she does allow you to top, she’s pretty quiet. a stark contrast to how breathy and gruff she is while pleasing you, but she’ll still make noises! just at a low volume. yet her words do still hold some of that domineering edge.

✧.* your tongue would be delicately splitting her wet folds, teasingly licking up her slit before it brushes right over her clit. a shiver runs up her spine and she groans, a breathy noise that only serves to motivate you more.

✧.* “shit, baby, like that…” she’d breathe out, her chest beginning to heave up and down. “faster, baby. more. like you mean it.”

✧.* creamer, but she’ll squirt if you coax enough orgasms out of her. when you first found this out, she was on the edge of her fifth orgasm, panting and grunting before her walls clenched around your tongue. you then felt a wet warmth splash onto your face, and your gaze flickered. something downright predatory awoke in you, making you desperate to see that again and again.

✧.* “come on, sevi, just gimme one more, mm… that was so fucking hot,” you’d murmur, bringing your face close to her glistening cunt yet again. “another? i think- aah, i’ll break,” sevika breathes out. “good.”

✧.* RIDE HER THIGH. she didn’t even know she was into it at first. you’d be kissing her, panting into her mouth as you strip her of her shirt- before pulling away. “i wanna try something,” you’d say, before lowering yourself onto one of her bulky thighs. beginning to rock your hips, your clothed clit bumping against her thigh while a sharp gasp is pulled from you.

✧.* sevika’s eyes are opened to a whole new realm of possibilities. her hands are flying to your waist to help guide you along on her thigh, feeling your arousal leak through the cotton of your panties. “fuck, dove, you really are a whore.” she says, a low chuckle following. “i wouldn’t have thought of this, but you’re just too damn eager… look at you, soaking me. you’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

✧.* before you know it, sevika is asking you to ride her thigh regularly!

✧.* sevika’s neck is her weak spot. kiss up the expanse of it, suck dark marks into her pulse point, and she’s a damn mess. she’s tilting her head back so you have easier access, melting from you just touching her neck. it’s kind of adorable, honestly.

✧.* switches up the second you’re done- is so sweet and loving during aftercare. making sure that you’re okay and taken care of before she even thinks of doing anything for herself, making sure she didn’t go too far and you’re not too wrecked.

caitlyn;

✧.* switch with a slight preference for topping. she’s been in control most of her life, usually having the upper hand and hardly ever not getting what she wants. she doesn’t expect much less in the bedroom- that, and she loves seeing you fall apart beneath her, knowing that she’s the one responsible.

✧.* caitlyn has long and strong fingers, perfect for reaching all the spots that you’ve never been able to reach yourself. the second her middle finger brushes against that spongy spot that makes your vision blank, her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth is open in a ‘ah, gotcha!’ expression.

✧.* “yeah, darling? you like that? should i keep going, hm?” you’d nod frantically, panting and flushed beneath her. “then keep being good for me. you can do that, can’t you?”

✧.* BRAT TAMER. you might be able to get away with being mouthy with others, but never with cait. she’s a patient woman, but you learn after a while of being with her how to push her buttons just right. wearing that very patience thin with every word and sway of your hips. you’re giggling, until caitlyn is pushing you against a wall and clawing at your clothing, ordering you to spread your legs.

✧.* “i thought this was what you wanted? what you were begging for, not even a minute ago?” she’d grunt, slamming her purple strap into you at an alarming pace. ragged gasps and moans are pulled from your parted lips, and hot tears begin to stream down both of your cheeks. caitlyn would let out a low chuckle, tutting. “what, you’re crying now? come on, it’s not that bad. just a little lesson for you.” she’d coo.

✧.* there’s also been several times when you haven’t been able to behave yourself in her workplace, and she’d whisk you to her office to bend you over the hard wood of her desk, fucking you right then and there.

✧.* part of caitlyn delights at the sight of your tears. it’s exhilarating, in a way. seeing you so desperate, so wanton, knowing it was her who took you apart so expertly. seeing you so bared and vulnerable for her is a moment she wishes she could frame every time.

✧.* caitlyn can be such a temptress. she’s beautiful, anyone can see that- and she uses that beauty to her advantage. you’d come home from a long day of working harder than you ought, to be greeted by your girlfriend in white lace lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination. she knows you can’t resist, and she’s internally celebrating the moment you pounce on her.

✧.* “how was work, love?” she’d ask, voice low and smooth. “you look like you’re starving. maybe i can do something about that?” she’d muse, fingers teasing under one of her thigh garters.

✧.* when subbing, caitlyn is loud. she’s not screaming out in pleasure, but she doesn’t hold back any noises. she wants you to know how good you’re making her feel, to hear it on her lips and in her choppy words.

✧.* likes clitoral stimulation best, i think. don’t get me wrong, she thoroughly enjoys the feeling of penetration- but something about having her pretty clit played with until she’s an aching mess is just better.

✧.* also likes to be praised when she’s on bottom. tell her how beautiful she is, tell her that you’re taking her just right and she sounds so pretty right now. not only does it provide an ego boost, but it makes caitlyn feel so loved.

✧.* she’s a bit embarrassed to admit it, but she likes being on the receiving end of orgasm denial. so fucking close, her body strung thin like a bowstring. each nerve ending nearly on fire. but she can’t cum, not until you give her the green light, and it drives her insane.

✧.* “please, i’m losing my mind,” she’d cry out. “i need- mmf- i need to cum, pleasedarlingillbesogood,”

✧.* not opposed to quickies, but doesn’t opt for them. however, there are occasions where she’ll steal you away just before you have to leave for work, her fingers working as quickly as she possibly can to get you off- giving you something to think about the rest of the day.

✧.* something about your hips draws caitlyn in. maybe it’s the plush skin against them, the way they’re perfect for her nails to dig into, the feeling she gets when they rut against her, the rush she gets from gripping them to guide you as you grind against her thigh, or the way they sway when you walk. she can’t quite pinpoint it, but she also doesn’t care to.

✧.* “fuck, darling, keep moving,” she’d breathe out, gripping the tops of your hips as your wetness spreads over her thigh- folds glistening, head tilted back as lewd moans fill the room. “you look beautiful like this. so damn perfect, like you’re made for my viewing…”

✧.* she enjoys pet names a lot, but i think one of caitlyn’s weaknesses would be just addressing her by her name. especially if you usually call her by pet names outside of the bedroom. it feels so intimate, so personal.

✧.* “such a good girl for me, caitlyn,” you’d whisper, holding a bullet vibrator to her wet clit. “look at this pussy, so desperate for me. i can’t get enough.”

✧.* her favorite places to have sex are her bed and her desk. simple, but they work- her bed is a sanctuary, and it’s comfortable. optimal. her work desk serves many purposes, but her favorite is pleasuring each other.

✧.* caitlyn’s eyes are hypnotic, her gaze piercing. she’s big on eye contact during sex, demanding that you look at her the entire time. even as you’re fighting to not let your eyes snap shut or roll to the back of your head, the commanding tone in her voice keeps you grounded. it’s an ego boost, but it’s also a way of connecting to you.

✧.* gets rough when she’s especially stressed, which is often. she’s an enforcer and one of piltover’s most powerful figures; caitlyn is basically a walking manifestation of stress. slapping your tits, grabbing your chin, degrading you, shoving her fingers into your mouth and down your throat to shut you up.

✧.* that’s not to say that she doesn’t enjoy gentle love making from time to time- she absolutely does. she loves those nights where you take your time with her, truly conceptualize your affections for her. just how much you love her. she just gets carried away in the moment more than she’d like to admit.

lest;

✧.* switch with a preference for subbing. she will dom you if you ask her to, but most of the time, lest likes to lay back and bask in the feeling of you touching her. the scent of incense thick in the air, hair freed from her scarf and fanned around her as she lets out soft moans.

✧.* her voice is so smooth, so calming. the kind of voice you could fall asleep to. lest isn’t necessarily loud during sex, but she gets pretty vocal. and her noises, her words sound almost heaven sent.

✧.* “oh, keep doing- aahh!- that, darling…” she’d breathe out, her tone soft and buttery with desperation. “i need it, i’m so close-”

✧.* lest is definitely experienced, so she knows well and good what gets her going. she’ll tell you as well, guiding your hands to exactly where she needs them and describing in vulgar detail what she wants you to do to her.

✧.* “play with my tits with one hand, stroke me with the other,” she’d breathe out, placing your hands over both her perky breast and twitching cock. “pinch my nipple, hard, run your thumb over the tip- oh, fuuuuck…”

✧.* the tip of her dick is easily the most sensitive part of her body. it’s so sensitive, it’s almost comical- but lest can’t help it. you know how to pleasure her exactly the way she needs. as soon as you take it into your mouth, teasing your tongue over the head before taking her full length, she’s already fighting the urge to buck into your mouth. it draws sharp gasps from her throat, her fingers gripping at the bedsheets.

✧.* but her tits aren’t meant to be neglected, either. plump and soft, sitting so pretty on her. her nipples are definitely pierced, usually adorning gold bars with dangling chains. play with them, suck on them, place clamps on them. she’ll eat all of it up, praising you all the while.

✧.* definitely enjoys being tied up during the act, and she’d likely want to try shibari at some point. she has the nice ropes: purple woven silk, soft against her wrists and ankles. the feeling of being bared open before you, completely powerless and at your mercy can’t compare to anything else.

✧.* i think lest is really into wax play, but can’t participate as much as she’d like to because wax is a pain in the ass to get out of fur. she’ll gasp at the feeling of hot, sticky wax on her tits and stomach, a shiver running through her body involuntarily. you like to indulge her from time to time, relishing in her every reaction. again, it just can’t be as often as you’d both like because of the aftermath :(

✧.* lest can’t exactly finger you since she uh… has claws. but she’s so skillful with her mouth, the thought of what you might be missing doesn’t even cross your mind. she’d take your clit between her lips, teasing over the bud with her tongue before sucking. brushing her silky hair over her shoulder and angling her jaw so she has even more access to you, drinking in every sound you make.

✧.* “you taste amazing, darling,” she’d murmur. “stay still, mm.. you want to cum, don’t you?”

✧.* lest could grow addicted to just eating you out. the feeling of your release on her tongue is a high she never wants to come down from. she’ll draw orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you on just her tongue.

✧.* praise her!! tell lest how good she’s doing, how beautiful she looks between your thighs and how lucky you are to have her. it only makes her more eager to please you.

✧.* “gods, you’re beautiful,” you’d whisper, “that feels amazing, you’re amazing, you’re perfect-” before feeling her tongue slip from your clit to your wet hole, prying you open.

✧.* LOVES to be pegged. she’s also partial to cowgirl, but lests’s absolute favorite is doggystyle. she craves the sensation of you slamming into her hole, gripping her plump asscheek with one hand and yanking on her tail with the other. she’d let out a sharp yowl, her chest almost collapsing into the mattress at the feeling. but it feels so fucking good, even though it’s sending pain up her spine.

✧.* “oh, yes, yesyesyes,” she’d babble, so bravely taking every inch of your strap. “don’t stop, go harder- fuck, ow!” she gasps, her soft tail in your grasp as you pull. “sorry,” you’d wince, slightly loosening your grip. “no. keep holding it, it- aahh! feels damn good.”

✧.* she cums pretty quickly when you strap her down. she’s a bit embarrassed about it, but she just can’t help it. your strap rubs against her g-spot so perfectly, your rhythm is exactly what she needs and you fill her up just right.

✧.* alternatively, lest loves when you ride her. seeing your face while you’re on top of her, claws digging into your hips while she bounces you up and down on her length… oh, it’s gold. and the sight of your tits bouncing is always a welcome bonus.

✧.* sometimes lest will have her pipe with her while you ride her, in which case she’ll allow you to shotgun hits. your breaths mingling with one another and lips almost touching as magenta smoke is passed between the two of you. it only serves to further heighten your senses, bringing you even greater pleasure.

✧.* “you’re divine,” she’d breathe out, hips rocking into you with fervor. “take it. take everything, just like i know you can. you’re a damn work of art.”

[lottiesboy]

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby

pairing: cg!melissa schemmenti x little!reader

summary: after having a nightmare, your mama gives you some comfort.

tags: sfw, fluff, h/c, age regression, mama!melissa, reader regresses to 1-2 years, crying, bottle feeding, melissa calls you bambino :( since my last mel fic got a lot of love, here’s another one :3

bambino ~ “baby” or “child” in italian

"wake up, sweetie." melissa shook you awake gently, seeing the tears on your face. "mama heard you all the way from her room. were you having a nightmare?"

you nodded, spitting your paci out and reaching for you mama to pick you up. you were still crying, little scared whimpers slipping from your lips. "c'mere, bambino. i know." she sat down on the edge of your baby bed, pulling you into her lap.

"ma, scary." you hiccuped, hiding into melissa's neck. you were gripping into her eagles hoodie, scared to let her go. "i know, sweetie. it was just a scary dream. mama's right here, sweet baby."

it took you a while to calm down, melissa walking with you in her arms to the kitchen to make you a bottle. "mama bed." you babbled, your head resting on melissa's shoulder as she screwed the nipple onto your bottle.

"yes, you can sleep in mama's bed, bambino." she chuckled, patting your bottom as she walked back to her bedroom. "such a brave little baby. mama's got your baba."

she laid you down, propping your head up on one of her pillows. "open up, sweets." you latched onto the bottle almost immediately, making melissa coo a couple praises. "good job, bambino." she rubbed your tummy, watching your eyes get heavier by the second.

she took the bottle out of your mouth, replacing it with another one of your pacis. "go back to sleep, hon. mama's gonna be right here." she put the blanket over you hearing your breathing even out and watching you go back into a peaceful sleep.

[itty-bitty-bunbun]

〜 Hihi!! 〜

(I got my pfp from here!) (and I got my dividers from here!)

I wanted to make a blog for myself, so I did :3

‘M gonna go by Bunbun on here! I like bunnies, n like bein called one, even though ‘m not one. My pronouns are vae/vaer n she/her! An’ ‘m a little-leanin flip (0-6).

I may be bodily 18 but that doesn’t mean you have permission to be weird to me! If you wanna do stuff like that, GET OUT OF HERE!!!

I’m also the host of a system! Our main blog on this account is @melicious-compliance, run by my sysmate Mel! She’s a cg-leanin flip, n she’s really nice :3

DNI: NSFW, kink, ABDL, DDLG + variants, ageplay/petplay, anti-agere/petre, anti-endo, syscourse — and if I just really don’t like you, I’ll block you!

I got people! @yourstarryknight is my uppa! An’ @tiny-petal-princess is my girlfren, n my little when ‘m big! I also got a mama, @valeries-starry-dream!

‘M a little-leanin flip, n I regress to 0-6 years old! I like to be really soft n gentle n nice, and I love bein taken care of and loved on. ☺️ Not lookin for a little or caregiver, already got those ^v^ But I always like talkin to em, n makin friends!

I like cute stuff, plushies, n diapies mainly! I also got some shows I like, n music, n dancin (mostly silly dancin :3), n drawin n writin! I like pink n green, n cream n brown, n red, n purple, n blue!

Some things I like are EPIC the Musical, In Stars and Time, Hollow Knight, Phineas and Ferb, Splatoon, and Ado! I love talkin bout em, so if you like em too, le’s talk bout em!

My feelins can be a lot when ‘m little. ‘M really sensitive, so please be gentle wif me! An’ I like gettin directions n bein told how to do thins, ‘cause my RSD can get really bad… T~T

When ‘m happy, I like talkin n playin! But ‘m not good at pretendin we’re doin stuff. When ‘m sad, I dun like playin so much. Gettin comfort is nice.

When ‘m on here, ‘m prob’ly gonna be little, n typin like ‘m little. I dun really do translations, except for when i’ss really hard, but if yu ever need one jus tell me! I’ll go back n add it when ‘m big again.

‘M kinda clingy n needy when ‘m little, n I get nervous really easily… ‘M also either pretty chatty n happy, or if ‘m sad or s’eepy I might be more quiet. ‘M also really physically affectionate!! I love hugs n cuddles ^v^

My tags!

#bun babbles — Posts I make when ‘m little! ♦︎ #rabbit rambles — Posts I make when ‘m big! ♦︎ #bun answers — Asks I’ve answered! ♦︎ #bunny hops — Self reblogs!

Tha’s all for now! ‘M gonna be updatin this as I figure out stuff to put here.

[pidge-it-up-archive]

Shut Up and Sway With Me

Jayvik | 2,026 words | Main tags: Slow dance, fluff | Read it on AO3 Jayce is finally able to convince Viktor to go to one of those fancy events with him, but Viktor chooses to wear a corset for the night and it's really all Jayce can think about. When a slow song starts to play, he gives up on whatever networking he is supposed to be doing and asks Viktor to dance. Inspired by @giologyyart comic

The crowd is, as usual, overbearing. Music, cluttery scrapping porcelain, glasses tinkling in toasts, laughter, and chatter. So much chatter. Those people were loud, in more ways than one; they took over the space, demanded attention; they were loud because they assumed they were the only ones worth listening to. Jayce picks at the knot of his tie, taking it away from his neck for a second to help him breathe. 

It’s not that Jayce hates these sorts of social gatherings. Hell, he loved them at the beginning. Had loved feeling important, the center of the attention of those who had once deemed him unworthy of it. Heard. And he was good at it! He thrived under the attention he was given, tail wagging as Mel looked at him with pride and something else in her eyes.

That was years ago. Now? He can’t stand it. He’s been worn out, the skin of his hand sometimes felt too thin, burning as he shook someone else’s, his smile aching as if fishing hooks were responsible for pulling the corner of his lips. But no matter his distaste for it, he is still good at it. Promising. Approachable. 

He resists the urge to sigh.

Usually, he would have a half mind at listening to whatever it was these people in front of him were saying. He was, after all, usually alone, and had no other goal but to make it through the night, and being occupied listening to strangers congratulate his work and babble about themselves at least helped the time pass. 

Not today though. Because today, he convinced Viktor to join him. He still has no idea how he managed. He doesn’t know if it was because Viktor was feeling good today, or because he noticed how miserable Jayce was with only the prospect of tonight’s event and decided to indulge him. Probably the latter. Most likely the latter. 

But even with the prospect of Viktor finally joining him in this event after years of denial of such invitations, choosing to lock himself in the lab instead, Jayce still wasn’t in the mood to come tonight. That was until he picked Viktor up at his apartment. 

Viktor all but waltzed out of the complex to his car. He still had no idea how Viktor could walk, limp, with such grace. He tried it once, just for the sake of it when they were bored waiting for a reaction to complete at the lab, and he felt ridiculous. And by Viktor’s comment, he looked like it too. But Viktor looked… Sexy doing it? Or maybe that’s because everything Viktor did looked sexy to him. Even if he sneezed! (Which come to think of it, was very, very cute when he did it)

But today! Oh, today Viktor looked stunning. He wasn’t wearing his usual dark shirt with a vest over it. No, no. He was wearing a white shirt, with a corset over it, framing his waist sinfully. A corset. In House Talis colors.

At that moment, as Jayce stumbled out of the car to open the door for him — because Viktor was his date and he would treat him as such, he assured him — he didn’t know if he wanted to forgo the party and keep Viktor all to himself, or if he wanted to run to it and show Viktor off to the world like he was their newest invention at progress day.

Well… the corset was indeed revolutionary. He could power the entire Hexgates with the electricity running through his veins. Maybe he should showcase him on Progress Day. Gods, a corset!! In House Talis colors!!

“So, what do you think?” A voice asks. 

“Oh, yeah, perfect!” Jayce replies. He isn’t thinking about the question whatsoever. He doesn’t know what he replied to if he was honest. Urgh, he can’t do this anymore. His brain has used up all capacity for frivolous things like business deals and investments, and now all that is left is the ability to think about important things. Like Viktor, on a corset. 

When a slow song starts to play, he gives up entirely.

His eyes roam across the room, in search of said man. They got separated at a point in the night, and Jayce was almost okay with it. Viktor coming along was already enough, he wouldn’t make him stay by his side all night performing pleasantries. Gods know that was not his strong suit. 

But now he needs him by his side, almost like he needs air to breathe. 

After a couple of seconds, he spots him: alone, back to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked over Piltover, gaze intently analyzing the contents of his wine glass. Jayce lights up. It’s stupid just how much more energized he can feel just by looking at him. He’s pathetic, like a dog who just seen his owner come home after he forgot his keys, and still welcomes them as if they had gone to war for years. 

He doesn’t care in the slightest. 

He forgets to excuse himself, his feet walking towards the man without even noticing. He stands beside Viktor, who finally shifts his attention from his glass to him with a raised brow. Jayce holds out his hand, and Viktor hesitates. 

Jayce rolls his eyes, full of affection. “C’mon V, just this once.” He knows there must be a trillion reasons for Viktor to hesitate to take his hand. 

One: Viktor doesn’t enjoy being the center of attention, and he gets that just by being near Jayce.

Two:

“Jayce, I can’t—” Viktor shies from him. 

Sure, is not easy for Viktor to dance. His steps grow faltering by the day, proven by the crutch that replaced his cane not long ago, and the flares of pain are becoming more and more frequent. He knows this. But still, they created magic! It’s not impossible for them to find a way to dance. 

“I’ll help,” Jayce insists. “Just trust me, please.” 

Viktor sighs, giving in. “Okay,” he smiles faintly, yet genuinely, and takes his hand. “I trust you.” And because Jayce is a pathetic romantic, so-very-gone man, he takes Viktor’s hand to his lips locking eyes with him, a look so fond and soft that the color of his eyes melts like natural resin. 

Jayce doesn’t take them too far into the dance floor, fiding them a more reclused space near a corner. Because three: this thing between them is still new. 

Sure, their friendship bordered on something more from the very first moment they met. There was no way one could save someone’s life and change the world with them in one night and have a regular friendship with that person. But it still took them ages to figure out exactly what this something more was. 

Well, it took him ages, anyway. Viktor had figured it out out of the bat — like he loves to keep reminding him — but he assumed Jayce didn’t want anything with him, so he didn’t press. 

Jayce, however, just thought that wanting to do anything to see him happy, have him be the best part of his day, find excuses for them to meet out of the lab because he really wanted to be with him all the time, and need to touch him at all giving moment, was just normal friend behavior. 

When Jayce said that to him, Viktor laughed before asking, “Will I need to be jealous of all your friends then, if this is how you think friendship is?” Jayce was quick to correct him that no, he didn’t feel like that for anybody else, he just hadn’t had a true friend except Cait for years, so could he really blame him for thinking that?

Regardless, thank the Gods Viktor decided he had enough one day and went for it anyway. And by going for it, he means that the man pinned him on their work desk and questioned him on his feelings. Because Viktor prided himself in his own intelligence, yet he was getting mad trying to understand the mixed signals Jayce was sending. 

So either Jayce was being a total ass, which Viktor would scold him to the moon for, or Jayce didn’t know he was doing it. Either way, Jayce would have to decide what he wanted to do there and then so they could “move the fuck on” with their work. 

Jayce had never heard Viktor curse, but when he did, something snapped. To his day he doesn’t know what (it is already established he is shit at understanding his own feelings), but when it did, he realized he wanted nothing else but to be with Viktor. So he kissed him. 

That was only a month ago. They haven’t gone out of their way to let people know, but they weren’t bothering to hide it either. They’d go on dates, hold hands, and even share small kisses while out, but slow dancing at a party filled with socialites from all over Runeterra was something else entirely. 

Even at the corner, Jayce can feel eyes on them as he pulls Viktor close, arms embracing him and hands going to his lower back to support his weight. Jayce doesn’t care, and doesn’t look around to assess the room. He only has eyes for Viktor. And if he is to be honest, he wants them to look. If he could, he would be dancing with Viktor on a stage with the lights focusing on them, just so people could see how beautiful his partner was. His. That was important too. Very important.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” Jayce asks as he sways them slowly with the music. 

“Yes,” Viktor closes his eyes, leaning in like a cat enjoying the breeze. “Like five times already.”

Jayce leans down, pressing their foreheads together. “Then let me tell you a sixth time.” 

“It’s the corset, isn’t it?” The smile is audible in Viktor’s voice. 

“Well…” Jayce tenderly moves one hand up Viktor's spine, then down and settling on his waist for a second before returning to his lower back. Admiring. Worshiping. “That too.”

Viktor giggles and the air tickles Jayce’s face. Gods, how did he get so lucky he would never know. He closes his eyes too. “How okay would it be if I kissed you right now?” 

He feels the body against him go rigid for a second before his shoulders relax and Viktor goes pliant on his arms. Jayce shivers as one of Viktor’s hands goes from his neck to the back of his head, bringing him impossibly closer to him. “Very,” he says, already against Jayce’s lips. 

Suddenly, all of the earlier noise from before faded. No more cluttery scrapping porcelain, glasses tinkling in toasts, laughter, and chatter. It was only them at the party. It was only them in the world. 

Never in his life did Jayce want to freeze a moment more than he wants to right now. The feel of Viktor against him, his tongue teasing his lips before interlacing with his own, all enveloped in soft music as they danced. It was nothing more than a gentle sway of their bodies, but Jayce felt like a ballet dancer on the moon. 

Crazy how the world works, Jayce thinks. All his life, he believed he needed the most complicated science to create magic, and he thought he had done it that night years ago when the runes finally worked and he was lifted off the ground, weightless. He was wrong. Because this right here, this is magic. Maybe, the magic he felt that night had nothing to do with Hextech whatsoever. Maybe it had been all Viktor. 

Jayce chuckles, and Viktor all but breathes in the sound before asking, “What?” 

“You’re magic,” Jayce smiles as he kisses the beauty mark above his lips. He knows its position by heart now. 

Viktor snorts, and if Jayce opened his eyes, he would probably see the crimson shade taking over the man’s face and ears. “Shut up,” he says, kissing him again before resting his head on Jayce’s shoulder, and staying there as they dance the night away. 

[babblingfishes]

Me: peppino as a tumblr sexyman? i dunno about sexy but yeah i guess i could write pizza tower fic if i wanted to. maybe just scraps in my drafts.

Me two days later imposing my hells upon the local roleplay server:

[minzbins-moved]

(cr. namuspromised for the video used in the gif)

today, august 24th, marks a bit of a special day for me.

it’s my 6 month anniversary with this blog! i can’t believe it’s only been 6 months since i joined this fandom, but at the same time these 6 months feels like such a long time. i have made so many memories already, and even made friends - which i really did not believe i ever would!

after listening on and off to bts since sometime in november 2017, i finally fell hard for them in february this year. and i’m not gonna lie, i was very scared going into this fandom (because of how big it is and how anxious i am), but having nothing but good interactions with so many of you here made me feel very welcome as a baby army! even though my blog is mostly bts, i have grown to love and appreciate kpop in general thanks to them.

i never expected anyone to follow me at all, so i feel very humbled that i have managed to gain some followers. so thank you, to all of you - for every nice tag, every ask, every message, every tag in a game (that i often forget to do but i appreciate that people think of me) just... thank you!!! everyone i’ve interacted with have really made this whole wild experience very enjoyable so far. i love all of you so, so, so much 💜

i also think now might be a good time to mention that i track #taehyungq if anyone wants to tag me in gifs, edits etc. they make! i also track #trackofthesoul together with some other cool people. i try my best to check both tags daily, or at least every other day. gif requests are also open until further notice, both through dm and ask - whatever is most convenient for you!

one last thing! i wanna shout out some awesome people that i really appreciate and love seeing around. thank you for bringing the best posts to my dash, and being overall amazing!

first, i wanna give some special mentions to some very special people!

first of all, biggest thank you to ems (@loversmore​) for being such a kind, beautiful friend! we have barely known each other for two months now but i cherish you and our friendship so much! thank you for reading all my long ass messages, for being such a fun and amazing person in my life, for having mental breakdowns over bts with me, for sharing the funniest memes with me and for just brightening my life with your positive energy. i don’t know what i would do without you! i love you so much 💜

secondly, my daegu babies, maggie (@kimtaehyunq​) and annie (@kimtaegis​)! thank you for being the sweetest, most precious people. for always being so supportive, helpful and understanding. on top of that you’re both also extremely talented content creators, who make content i enjoy a whole lot! i’m so happy we started @dailydaegu together, it’s very dear to me just like the both of you 💜💜

and lastly, here are some other people who i very much enjoy seeing on my dash (mutuals and non-mutuals) 💜

✨ a-e ✨

@balenciaguks​ 💜 @bangtanger​ 💜 @becomewings​ 💜 @bisexualhobi​ 💜 @bisexualrapline​ 💜 @blondesuga​ 💜 @blueandtaes​ 💜 @btsaudge​ 💜 @daechwitas​​ 💜 @everythingoes​​ 💜 @euphhorias​​ 💜 @filmouts​​ 💜

✨ f-j ✨

@flytomyroom​​ 💜 @gimbapchefs​​ 💜 @heybaetae​​ 💜 @hobeah​​ 💜 @honsool​​ 💜 @hoseok-jimin​​ 💜 @hoseosk​​ 💜 @intokook​​ 💜 @jmin​​ 💜 @jiminrolls​​ 💜 @jimint​​ 💜 @jimmeo-kookliet​​ 💜 @jminparks​​ 💜 @jiminswn​​ 💜 @joenns​​ 💜 @joonie​​ 💜 @jungkooksglasses​​ 💜

✨ k-o ✨

@kimchitae​​ 💜 @kithtaehyung​​ 💜 @kookie-chimchim​​ 💜 @koolabjamun​​ 💜 @kkulmoon​​ 💜 @loverjimin​​ 💜 @marvelousbangtan​​ 💜 @moonprincejin​​ 💜 @namjoonssweetestthang​​ 💜 @natigail​​ 💜 @ourownwings​​ 💜

✨ p-t ✨

@plaids​​ 💜 @rainycle​​ 💜 @scokjinkim​​ 💜 @seokjins-wings​​ 💜 @softjeon​​ 💜 @sugacutie​​ 💜 @sugajimin​​ 💜 @suga-ssi​​ 💜 @taechnological​​ 💜 @taee​​ 💜 @taegiseok​​ 💜 @taegularities​​ 💜 @taehyung-bw​​ 💜 @taejinnies​​ 💜 @taehkims​ 💜

✨ u-z ✨

@userjiminie​​ 💜 @yooboobies​​ 💜 @yoonqiful​​ 💜 @yoonsguk​​ 💜 @yuuungi​​ 💜

– mel

[locktobre]

"delancy was raised by an abusive mother": a true statement. this is explicitly confirmed in the novelization, which says that delancy is afraid of her mother.

"delancy is an insufferable cunt for 85% of the movie and makes blair's life a living hell for no reason except blair is poor": also a true statement. these are coexistent statements. people that have been abused can also be horrible. being a victim of abuse does not absolve you of abusing others. you stupid fuck

[lets-steal-an-archive]

[grumpycakes]

lol I’ve seen a handful of artists post about how the tags copying ticks them off cause they tag their stuff “my art” or variations of, so ppl are accidentally reblogging it w it tagged as theirs

And then there’s me, who’s used “melart” for this exact reason since I joined in 2010

Y’all all named ur queues something cute but didn’t FOR YOUR ART???!!!?

Anyway, it’s also hella fun to see the other group of Mels that post in that tag

No disrespect but also can’t relate

[beingabadass]

bcsslady replied to your post: Ahh! Where did you all come from??  Well either...

hi. I’m Demi. Shout more about Rhodey.

Hi Demi! It’s super nice to meet you. 

I can definitely do that! Let’s see.. Did you know that one of my favorite headcanons is Rhodey’s friendship with Pepper? Imagine if you will, the two going out for a drink or maybe catching a lunch together and just sitting down and decompressing and talking about all the wild shit Tony has put them throuhg lately, with that certain.. air in their voice of like ‘200% with Tony’s shit, but like also they still completely love him’ 

Think about the two just chilling and gossiping and having sweet ass brunches. Think about the two of them hanging out together during all those charity events that Tony decided to bail on. Rhodey swooping in to dance with Pepper to give her a break from the never ending reporters harassing her. 

All the things. Thank you for coming to my Pepper and Rhodey are Bffs ted talk. 

[lets-steal-an-archive]

If you clicked that "a link to the full amendment text on the official CT.gov site" link it takes you...here?

Here's the source of those caps: https://www.cga.ct.gov/2022/amd/H/pdf/2022HB-05506-R00HC-AMD.pdf

Here's the abortion protection law (FOR CONNECTICUT RESIDENTS) that Lamont signed: https://cga.ct.gov/2022/ACT/PA/PDF/2022PA-00019-R00HB-05414-PA.PDF ⤵️⤵️⤵️

https://twitter.com/ErinInTheMorn/status/1524224285082066953?t=AW-7wEu820f0TP0xImVRMg&s=19

Just me crying in the bathroom so I don't wake my partners with this, fuck.

So to sum up: CT and DC have passed laws making it illegal to extradite someone to another state if they are being charged in that other state for crimes pertaining to abortion or trans health care, and makes it legal to sue and get your money back if you are targeted by a TX-style "bounty" law. DC also includes "crimes" of consensual adult sex, gay and interracial marriage and cohabitation and providing or using contraception.

This is, as the thread explains, basically legal interstate warfare. CT and DC's laws bar compliance with such laws.

This is, on one hand, kind of terrifying, because this is where we are now. It's going to get worse long before it gets better.

On the other hand... holy shit, someone fucking did something.

Someone fucking did something real.

[youtuberswoahh88k]

hmmm

[locktobre]

thinking about how princess anneliese as a character is immediately established as a girl who is frankly sick of being told what to do all day every day but she both knows and upholds her duties to her kingdom, and her character arc includes finding a way to balance her own wants and desires with said duties;

thinking about how princess tori as a character is immediately established as a girl who is bored with her life to the point of causing trouble at every opportunity but she loves her sisters and is passionate about keira's music, and her character arc includes learning to actually start caring about her kingdom and her position in it;

thinking about how princess amelia is immediately established as a character who wants... something. she doesn't know what she's missing, but she knows she wants it. she wants to find herself? i guess? she doesn't appear to have any hobbies or interests. she doesn't appear to care about being a princess, or the fact that she is about to be the reigning queen of not one but TWO kingdoms. she professes to be upset that no one knows who she really is, but who IS she? why don't they tell us? why don't they show us? why does she disappear entirely for most of the movie and come back at the end only to use her new title of queen to start a vlog? like bro what the fuck happened how could they disrespect the legacy of barbie princesses like this