#the long hair was a great choice tho i will give you that

[aediondraws]

jesus fanart in 2024 is crazy

[k-hotchoisan]

HI BABES MY LOVE MY DARLING I AM HERE TO REQUEST dammit i hate that it goes from my other acc tho ):<

BUT 13 PLSPSLPSLSPSLSPXLSPXPSLXPSLDPDPSP LUCKY NUMBER 13 AHAHAHA

also congrats on 500 babes you deserve the recognition and more <3 <3 <3 xoxo love u

13. San choking you while riding his orgasm or Deny Yunho’s orgasm?

HELLO MY ANGEL MY BABY MY DARLING MY SWEETPEA YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ✨ this was a tough choice btw got me sweating a little.

Where you decide to pull San’s strings on how long he can last through the stupid bet he made with his friends of not cumming for the whole month of November.

Warnings: smut, pwp, choking kink, cream pies, oh boy this got me hot and bothered, unprotected sex, pent up sexual frustration

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff (message me to be in taglist!)

K’s 500: this or that: masterlist

You thought it was so fucking ridiculous when San stops cuddling and being physically intimate with you because why?

He made a bet with his members on winning No Nut November.

It is so ridiculous, especially when you see his eyes fucking sparkling when he tells you that Mingi was the first one to lose. Then Wooyoung a couple days later.

But as the weeks sink in, so does his sexual frustration. It had been 15 fucking days since he held on, but he was genuinely about to snap, especially when you are around him. Especially. You’re getting annoyed with his little shenanigans and his stupid fucking bet because fuck, you needed to be dicked down. But obviously, compared to San, you knew clear as day, who had the better self control. But you wanted to see how much longer he could take—especially in the state he’s in right now, and especially when you decide to be suggestive.

The night started off as normal—San coming back from practice, and you walking past him dressed only in a silk tank and shorts that pretty much could come off as panties from how fucking short they are. You’re drying your hair with a towel as you greet your partner like any other day you do, before giving him a peck on his lips, and San makes the mistake of letting his eyes lower to your chest, staring at the way your cleavage dips down and your nipples perking out from the thin fabric.

He stares after you as you make your way to the bed, dropping yourself comfortably as the pants hike up even higher. San swallows hard and he tells himself not to think too much into it, but also, since when did you own that set of lounge wear?

He showers and leaves the bathroom half naked before only fitting on his sweats as he joins you in the bed, his eyes still locked onto how loose the top looks on you.

“How was your practice?” You ask, as you look up from your phone to meet his gaze.

He blinks for a spilt second and shrugs. “It was okay, I guess. I’m feeling more confident.”

Your lips curl into a smile as you put your phone down and wrap your arms around his biceps. “That’s great, babe. I know you’re always doing your best,” you hum as you lean in, pressing your body weight onto his arm. San’s brain is starting to go haywire when he feels your almost bare tits just pressing onto him. He swiftly glances at the way your tits push against each other when you’re on his arm and it takes all of his strength to hold back and not to pin you down (especially since he hasn’t had an orgasm for two weeks now).

“I had such a rough day, you know. Boss was such a bitch…” you start after pulling away. San tries to listen intently, like the good boyfriend that he is, as you blabber about your work, but he can’t stop fucking staring at the way the strap of your top hangs off your shoulder, and more of your chest is exposed as you’re being animated about your day, your hands moving dramatically as your words flow in and out of his ears because he’s too busy watching your tits bounce as your nipples are pressing against the uselessly thin fabric.

You pout when you realise he isn’t listening and you climb onto his lap to get his attention, knowing damn well that he’s slowly getting hard.

“You’re not listening, babe”, you whine, your hands cupping his cheeks. San forces a laugh. No doubt you’re being so adorable right now but San is definitely beginning to lose his rationale when he realises that you’re not wearing any underwear. He cups his larger hands over yours and kisses your palm, stroking your hands gently.

“Apologies, Angel. Just had a tiring day at practice”, he replies as he closes the distance between the both of you. You giggle, before pressing your lips onto his, and he immediately caves in. But the moment he wants to part your lips open, you pull back, leaving him confused and, pretty damn hard. You go back to using your phone, completely disregarding him. His hand slips around your waist, pulling you to face him. You only smile in response before turning away, and San basks in the way the pants you wear hugs the curvature of your ass a little too well.

“Could you give me a massage, babe? My back is sore from being stuck in the office all day”, you ask, looking over your shoulder. San easily complies, confident that’ll get his mind out of the gutter.

Oh how wrong he was. Every time his presses against a sore spot, he has to bite his cheek when you groan and moan. He fucking swears that you’re doing it on purpose. It doesn’t help when you request him to go down your sides, and it takes all of his self control to just not grab your tits.

His final strings of self control and rational completely snaps when you turn around and your top had slid down so much that your nipples were pretty much just peeking out from the fabric.

You eye him up and down, watching the way he’s just fucking you with his eyes. You surprise your laughter.

“Why not just fuck me if you’re just gonna keep staring like that?”

You sit up, reaching to kiss his jaw.

“Come on, you know you want to, Sannie.”

He stares up at you as you slowly sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, and his hands squeeze against your hips.

“fuck, you’re so fuckin tight”, San groans, feeling his cock push through wall of muscles which are squeezing around him relentlessly. He fucking swears that he’s gonna just cum just being inside you but no, not yet. It would be such a fucking waste if he did, especially when he hasn’t had the chance to fuck you so good for two weeks.

“And why’s that? Oh right, because you wouldn’t fuck me”, you hiss as you feel his fat cock completely stretch you out. He’s filling you up so good and you’re already seeing stars. You tilt your head back, relishing the feeling of being filled to brim after so long. His cock twitches in you and you sigh in bliss.

San can’t come up with an answer, mostly because you were right and partially because he was deep inside you and his mind is doused in frenzy.

You lift your hips and drop, and your fingernails leave scratches on his chest as you hear hisses leave San. The moment you begin bouncing on his cock is when he really starts losing his fucking mind—whenever your cunt swallows him up, his mind goes completely blank, only dopamine filling every crevice of his brain as he watches the way your tits bounce when you’re riding him.

“Sannie, you feel so good. So big”, you whimper as he meets your thrusts with push of his hips, completely knocking your breath away.

“Fuck!” San curses, somehow managing to find the strength to overpower you, and towering over you, letting you fall onto the bed, now resting on your back, all with his cock still in you, as he locks both of your wrists above you, using his legs to leverage himself while he fucks you into the bed. He steadies himself well enough that his free hand is around your neck, and he contracts his fingers, cutting off the oxygen as he pounds into you mercilessly. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the only thing you’re feeling is his cock driving in and out of you. Broken moans are leaving your lips and San is staring down at you, swelling with pride when you’re withering so fucking good from the pleasure that you’re just taking whatever he’s giving you. Fuck the bet. He wants to make sure you’re so full that you’d be leaking for days on end when he’s done.

“Just like that baby, keep taking my cock like the good girl you are”, he coos, making sure every stroke he gives your cunt is so deep that you feel his balls pressing against your ass. Tears streak down your face and you’re blabbering incoherence whenever he releases his grip on your neck. He begins rutting into you, and he’s completely lost in bliss—desperate to chase his high.

The fucked out expression San wears makes you more aroused and you feel your stomach tighten, and when San hits the pretty spot in your tight little pussy, your cunt convulses, and before you could even process it, your orgasm hits you so fucking hard and you completely go still, eyes rolled back, seeing the fucking galaxy, as you cream all over his cock while riding out your orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god, babe. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re gonna send me to the heavens at this rate,” he grits when he cock gets squeezed even more.

His hand still around your neck, he pulls you back to face his face, making sure he milks your orgasm clean. He curses another “fuck”before he sees white spots, his turn to still into you pressing his body weight onto you, tightening his grip around your neck, watching you sob from the overstimulation as he lets ropes of cum just spurt into your abused cunt.

“Fuck me, babe. Look at how much cum is for you”, he moans, jutting his hips periodically, emptying himself into you, his cum filling you up so much that it begins leaking out of your hole even when he’s still in you.

“So good. San, I’m so full”, you sob, holding your legs up, making sure to hold as much of his cum as you could in your small cunt. He releases his grip on your neck and the oxygen burns in your lungs. You catch your breath, your body spasming slightly as San pulls out from you slowly, and his cum leaks out to your inner thigh.

“Damn. I can’t believe I’m the third to go down”, San sighs once his high teeters off.

“Please, you never stood a chance”, you scoff. San turns to face you, his eyes narrowing, before he has you under him again, his hands pinning you down as you feel his thighs push your legs open once more.

He dons a smirk before he presses his bare, hard and cum-covered cock onto your wet entrance. You gasp as your gaze flutters up to meet his.

“I don’t think you’ll stand a chance for the next few rounds I’m gonna give you, baby. You’re asking for it.”

[aubaee]

yours — y.jh

seventeen yoon jeonghan head cannon

warnings: fluff, childhood friend!au, jeonghan x reader, slightly suggestive

childhood friend!Jeonghan whom you have feelings for as long as you can remember.

childhood friend!Jeonghan who visits you on the weekend to hang out at your apartment complex.

childhood friend!Jeonghan who brought your favorite food to eat together.

"It's your lucky day, your favorite best friend is here AND bought you food."

He jokingly says as he walks past you, placing the food on the coffee table in your living room.

childhood friend!Jeonghan who goes along with your choices on what movies to watch, he wouldn’t mind watching a rom-com or horror with you.

childhood friend!Jeonghan allows you to style his long hair with hair accessories, such as cute pins or ribbons.

childhood friend!Jeonghan tends to tease you about your embarrassing moments, in which you punch him in the arm for reminding you.

"Can we please not talk about that." You plead, throwing a pillow at him.

childhood friend!Jeonghan who updates you on what's going on with his life regarding work and family.

“There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

With a confused smile, you gestured him to continue. Anxiety slowly creeping in your body. What could he possibly announce?

childhood friend!Jeonghan plans to confess to the girl he likes, the same person he's been discussing with you. And every time he mentions her, your heart breaks a little more each day.

childhood friend!Jeonghan has no idea how much he means the world to you. You contemplate whether or not to hide your unrequited love from your best friend, whether to rip the bandaid now to make it easier for you to move on from his rejection.

childhood friend!Jeonghan notices your slight change in mood, questioning what happened for your mood to go down. His brows furrow knit together, his hand placed on top of yours to comfort you.

“Are you okay? Tell me what’s wrong. I’m all ears.”

childhood friend!Jeonghan leans closer to you, brushing your hair to the back of your ear.

childhood friend!Jeonghan knows about your infatuation towards him, although you try not to make it so obvious, much to your dismay he notices the blushes that crept up easily to your cheeks, the quick glances you try to steal, the cute pout whenever he talks about the girl he likes.. which is you [you don't know that tho]

Before you can express your feelings, Jeonghan smiles fondly at you, “You might not know this yet, but the girl I’ve been liking is you.”

Your eyes widen in shock from his confession, “H-huh?” Still unable to process what he said, “You’re lying. Don’t joke with me.”

childhood friend!Jeonghan chuckles from your reaction, pleased to see you in a flustered state.

“Now why would I lie about my feelings? Can I show you how real it is?”

You slowly nodded, giving him permission, “Prove it.” Unsure of what he can possibly do, although you really do and hope he makes the first move.

He smirks as he leans forward, never breaking the eye contact he held with you, “I like you.” In doing so, he closes the distance between you with a kiss. His lips molded with yours in sequence as he tilts his head, his hands held on your waist to bring you closer to his body. “Can I be yours?”

a/n: happiest early birthday to our angel, jeonghan 🤍 wishing him all the best from afar. 😊

here’s for all my jjongjjongie girlies, i hope this brings us all some sort of comfort since he is officially enlisted for the military.

it’s been hard lately ever since i knew how close he’ll be for enlistment earlier in the year ㅠㅠ

these tears won’t stop but let’s put it in a positive view whereas Jeonghan can live as himself, Yoon Jeonghan, and not as the idol we know. these two years will bring great health and relaxation for him. let’s wish the best for his well-being while he’s away <3

let’s stay strong jjongjjongie’s :)

pls like, comment, & reblog <3

[lovewireds]

been meaning to post my designs for these little guys forever. insane splatoon rambling under cut to explain design choices and lore related things ... read my autism boy

btw this is a repost from our art side blog this was written and drawn like months ago <- minorly rewrote some things tho

thx splatoon users drfreeman & drcoolatta for fueling my splatvrai autism brainrot ... i hate u /J

GORDON

idk how to explain this but Theoretical Physicist is inkling coded . maybe its cuz splatoon species social hierarchy

Native ink color is Orange, but he has Dark Brown tentacle roots.

Uses custom weapons to attach in place of his prosthetic; It works best with Splatlings but can be adjusted to attach other weapons.

If the thing above didn't make it obvious, he's a Splatling main. He switches out depending on his mood though.

sighhhhh technically an Agent... stares at the ceiling...Main character...

His arm loss is like pretty much the same as in-canon but it's with the octarian army shrugs. don't ask me why he doesn't just regenerate it cuz hes a squid thats for me to know and you to find out. (get partially sanitized loser)

Born & Raised in Inkopolis pre-splashtags; He wasn't informed of the switch to Splashtags being expected when participating in most activities around Inkadia.

TOMMY

I forgot why i made him an inkling why did i do that. I think it was bc i didnt wanna make them all octolings but i was wrong srry we all make mistakes /hj I ALREADY REDREW HIM ONCE IM NTO DOING IT AGAINNN

Native ink color is orange-brown.

His hat has an eye guard for sensory reasons; He covers up as much of his skin as possible because he doesn't like the feeling of foreign ink on him.

He isn't a specific weapon main, he just uses any long-range weapon to minimize the possibility of getting ink on himself. If he has enough guarding, he prefers to use N-ZAP '89.

Makes his own gear for sensory reasons as well :) It's legal when ur dad's the G-Man.

Exclusively plays in Turf Wars, Anarchy Battles, etc with friends. He hates playing with people he doesn't know.

Born in Splatsville !! He feels like a Splatsville resident. His occupation is resident I cannot imagine him doing Anything

His dad is that creepy curtain in one of flounder heights windows /j

BENR(E)Y

Octoling bc I wanted him to be sanitized :) Other than the visual part of being sanitized, I thought him being clinically dead fits /hj also lore reasons below

Pre-sanitization, his native ink color was blue.

Great Turf War veteran; He didn't do anything in the war itself, he was just enlisted lol. He was primarily security for the Octarian Domes in the years after the war. Yes, that also means he is over 100 years old.

"Raised" (debatably) in Octo Canyon.

E-liter main (4-star Base + 5-star Scope) and avid squidbagger. He also uses any heavyweight weapons (dynamo, tenta, etc)

Absolutely hates working at Grizzco, he only does Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles. He only works at Grizzco during Big Runs. The type of guy that does X battles.

Professional Anarchy / Ranked / X Battler btw. That's literally 90% of what he does.

Got on Gordon's azz over him not having a Splashtag; i wonder what that parallels.

BUBBY

Genuinely don't have a lot to say about his design. He gives off Splatoon 2 Octoling vibes (showoff /hj) also i wanted to make his hair wispy like it should be.

Native ink color is a light blue-gray gradient.

The drawing doesn't give it credit but I swear those are glasses not goggles .. they're opaque-colored slanted oval glasses !! ^_^ u can interpret them as spiked or just eyelashes, both are right.

oh also the text under bubby says "Is Best" in some splatoon font we downloaded awhile ago . i think it was ripped from splatnet

Blaster main. I don't know how to explain this one but it feels right.

helps with the practical Map props (ie ink rails) and with some weapon gear manufacturing ^_^ tech guy

COOMER

Was going to make him an Octoling for the convenience of making his hair curly but i didn't want to make all of them octolings + i think his personality generally fits Inklings more.

Native ink color is an off white gradient.

Slosher main cuz he likes moving his arms. this makes sense to me. Also is a fan of Splatlings and other Shooters.

i felt ill trying to design coomer without making his eyes two lines with eyelids

War Veteran...Stole some octarian tech and got fucked up super limbs. Cyber Inkling stealing from octos !! [inkadia crowd goes wild] /j

anyways outside of the war™ he's a data researcher. just generally. he does shit with splatfests and eggstra work.

If you splashed him with ink he would stand unmoving. He would not shake it off.

DARNOLD

Ok i'll be honest the Octoling choice is primarily bc Octolings have the afro style & inklings have no textured hair styles (i didnt have the energy to design smth that could work) . His personality fits octoling too though :3

Native ink color is red-orange.

The fucked up guy that makes those drink effects people never use ( i use them ... )

He doesn't participate in Turf Wars or Anarchy Battles, but he works some gigs at Grizzco for extra cash every once in awhile !

the type of guy that goes after flyfish cuz no one else will . god bles !!!

not a lot to say about his design & his place in inkadia , it kinda speak for itself . he just wants to get by and make his drinks in peace . #autism ... he is pretty much exactly the same as his canon self

[ttkinnie]

Tokyo Revengers characters as animals 💖 (for no reason)

Kazutora: let's start with the most obvious one, our resident tiger. Which is funny considering he gives 0 tiger vibes. Or maybe rescued declawed tiger from an abusive circus. Wait a sec... Hanma and Kisaki have a circus theme going on... why did I never notice this? This starts well. Saddest tiger pic I could find

Baji: A black gray wolf of course. 'nuff said

Chifuyu: A cat. Kitty kitty meow meow. Not crazy enough to be orange, but he's gotta have green eyes and a kind face. This tuxedo:

Koko: Talking about cats, here he is. Most obvious choice I've ever made. Black cat of course, very fancy, will knock shit off the counter and eats only the most expensive wet food

Inupi: second most obvious one because you've gotta pick the race of the dog too. I say he's the only serious golden retriever you've ever seen.

Takemichi: A mouse. He is squeaky and scared, looks like he eats cheese. Very cute. Big eyes.

Hinata: A doe, beautiful and kind but will ram into you if you touch her loved ones

Naoto: a buck because I am unoriginal. he does give off buck vibes tho

Hanma: I know the official art makes him a caracal but I love being contradictory so maned wolf it is. Plus look at its long legs and creepy demeanor, it's him

Kisaki: Listen, I am not the most partial person when it comes to him. He's my little meow meow, I wanna put either cat or bunny ears on him and squish his cheeks. But! Let's be honest, that boy is a snake. The deadliest snake in the world, the saw scaled viper, not the most venomous but highly aggressive. He eats mouse Takemichi for breakfast. Also look at its scales, they remind me of his adult hair.

Mikey: A honey badger, small and cute but will bite your balls off and kill your family for fun.

Draken: A lion, beautiful mane and a symbol of strength. Lives among a tribe of lionesses (lucky him)

Mitsuya: I do not like spiders. At all. But an animal literally producing silk is the only choice for Mitsuya. However I am not masochistic so i won't put a spider image, just the web

Taiju: Great white shark. Very smooth skin. Anyone who tells you they have sandpaper skin is lying.

Hakkai: A seal, same eyes, same innocence, favorite prey of the great white shark

Yuzuha: An orca, beautiful but deadly. Only predator of the great white shark. Also eats seals but let's not comment on that. I support women's wrongs.

Pah-chin: it's too cliché to put warthog here, so i won't. He's a cane toad, one of the stupidest animal on Earth, one of their most common cause of death is eating shit they shouldn't because they stuff their mouth without thinking. They also hump anything, including dead animals from another species, and lay their eggs anywhere, which leads to a high mortality rate among their offspring. Why did I give so many facts? I don't know. Look at it.

Peh-yan: A tarsier. it's the eyes.

Sanzu: Arctic hare, crazy eyes and a gift for divination if you can understand his language

Senju: a cutie baby. Bunny x2, will kick you.

Takeomi: a rat. I am not a hater, rats can be cute, but this guy definitely gives off rat vibes

Wakasa: So very pretty. White leopard of course.

Benkei: A bull. I always thought his tattoos were a bull, but I was wrong I just looked it up. Still a bull.

Shinichiro: This one was though, but I'd say a koala. I'm partial about it, but I feel like he would give his children poop to eat, and their reproductive habits are also not a good look on them.

Emma: Japanese dwarf flying squirrel because I play favorites and that's the cutest little furball ever. it looks like it's wearing eyeliner

Izana: Another small but deadly thing, the Australian box jellyfish, found notably along the coast of Malaysia (I feel so clever right now)

Kakucho: Fiercely loyal dog, he's a Rottweiler. Don't tell me Izana and him don't have some kind of puppy play going on.

Ran: Secretary bird. Canonically hates Kisaki which explains why he stomps snakes to death. Wears killer eyeshadow and looks like they hate your fashion style

Rindou: Did you know a group of male Pacific tree frogs is called a chorus? me neither, which is why Rindou is a Pacific tree frog. Peace of music, yeah

Mucho: Polar bear, cold and aggressive. Plus arctic hare and polar bear, there's a theme

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VIII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 5.1k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: irresponsable parent, one suicide thought, nudity, implied bisexual reader, misoginist thoughts, Homelander (!!!!), SMUT, hate/rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talking, some degrading, slight choking, bitchy reader.

Notes: i might wrote more than intended here lmao but the smut is here finally you sinners, give this reader a trophy for the strongest bitch ever to resist soldier boy, well deserved!! hope you like it lol, and thanks for reading as always!!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch @girlsforpjm @artemys-ackles

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part VIII: Tamed

2009

"Baby, how was your audition today?" your mother asked once you entered the kitchen.

Your suit was long gone along with the great smile you put on before leaving early that day. But she was different. She was all honey and candy, putting on the happiest face ever. And you knew it wasn't because of you.

"I'm not doing that shit," you spit harshly. This was your way of delivering the news now.

Her eyes widened as she closed the distance between both. You looked down to your feet, not wanting to see her disgusting face. You felt her hands on your shoulders and your body tensed under her touch.

"Why?! This is your dream, honey! You have to do it!"

You quickly pulled away from her.

"No! Mom, you did this to me!" your voice came out loud and shouting. "I just wanted to be normal! But you always influenced me to do this and go after Vought, I don't fucking want that! Those supes are fucking assholes and everything around them is a damn lie!"

She was startled, you could tell that from the way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she placed her hand on top of her heart, pretending to be hurted. It was the first time you talked back to her like that.

Since you were a child, you did everything she asked you to. You never complained, never stood up for yourself. You didn't have a choice, nor an opinion that mattered. Your mother picked everything for you. Your clothes, your behavior, your food, your studies, your dreams... Today, you decided it was over. She was over controlling your life.

Your mother scoffed, a sly smile on her lips as she tried to touch your arm softly. Giving a step back, you shook your head saying 'no'. She sighed.

"Honey, this isn't you. And Vought, this is your dream. The Seven are your dream. Now, why don't you go back and-"

"I said no."

You cut off her stupid words with a straight voice. Her smile dropped in a second and you saw her eyes darkening.

"Y/N, this is not what your father wanted for you. We didn't raise you like this," she hissed through her teeth. 

"Don't talk about dad. You don't care about him, you never did. Fuck, you don't care about me!" you raised your voice, fighting the tears in your eyes and the knot on your throat.

You were so sick of being weak. She raised you to be like it. Soft, fragile, compassionate, cute, playing the dumb rich girl with no brain and forcing you to not show your intelligence to others... It was all a façade. It was easier for her to manipulate you if you pretended to be stupid. Since her pregnancy, all you were for her was a cashback. Your father already had an heir, and what could be better if that heir was also part of The Seven, the most powerful supes of the planet. Of course, Vought shares would be higher than ever and your mother would be even more disgustingly rich. And you would be giving everything away for free. It wasn't fair for your selfish mother to suck your life away like this. But in the end, she didn't care.

"I'm not staying here. I'm leaving," you continued, crossing your arms on your chest. "I want my part of dad's inheritance, and I'm gonna be a fucking doctor and show off my brain after decades of hiding it, I've had enough of you stopping me."

"No, no, baby, you can't do this to me–"

"If you don't, I'll sue you and expose you, Vought and Homelander on a fucking trial."

She scoffed. You could see the tears forming on her eyes, but you weren't sure if they were because of you leaving or because you were threatening her money.

"You won't do that. They'll kill you."

"I don't care, I already tried to kill myself. They'd be doing me a favor."

At your confession, her jaw clenched and she tightened her fists.

"Fucking brat. Someday, when you regret running away from me, don't come back. You're just a disappointment for me, ever since you were a stupid child. Everything you are is useless and worthless, and I regret ever putting you in my womb."

Your brows furrowed when she spilled those harsh words, and you fought the urge of hitting her until she passed out.

"Don't think I ever told you, but yeah, you weren't a natural conceive. Yeah, we used his sperm and everything. The point is- I didn't want fucking kids, but your dad, ugh god, he did. And I gave you to him. All I get to say is, I was better without you. Probably if I should've waited just a little, my child wouldn't be a fucking ungrateful piece of shit standing right here," she gave you a grin. A sick one, as her fingers ran through your hair like she used to when you were a little girl.

You wanted to knock her off and run. But you just stood there, biting the inside of your cheek and tasting your own blood as she finally revealed herself to you, her daughter. It was clear you meant nothing to her. And you just wished your dad would be alive. He wouldn't force you into that stupid audition anyway.

"I pity you," she mocked. "But if that's what you wanna do, then leave. And don't you dare to come back."

A loud knock on his door woke him up from a deep slumber. Ben rubbed his eyes, groaning at the stupid sound of your voice calling him from the other side over and over. This was becoming a fucking routine he was starting to hate.

"Fucking shit," he mumbled, removing the blankets off his bare body when the door finally opened and you walked inside, stopping by his side of the bed.

"C'mon, Soldier Boy, get your ass up. You didn't wash the dishes last night."

Ben rolled on the bed and looked at the clock in the nightstand. He grunted. "It's fucking 6 A.M."

"Yes, and I have shit to do before I leave grocery shopping," you said, looking around his room. There were clothes everywhere you knew needed a good wash, an open bag with weed on top of the desk, joints and cigarettes, and a bunch of toilet paper littered on the floor you didn't want to know about. "One of them is watching you to make sure you clean the cave you live in."

Ben groaned, cursing under his breath, but stood up from the mattress with a wide grin. He noticed you always did your best to keep your eyes upon his face. Even if it wasn't the first time you had to see him like this, he enjoyed the way your body and face reacted to his naked form. So he got used to sleeping with no clothes on, knowing you'd always come to get him for breakfast. He could get used to it. Except for the part where he had to clean shit. That's why you were there. It was your fucking task to clean everything. Women's duties. But he had to endure the fucking times.

He got to complain to you every single day, every morning, and it was becoming already part of his routine too. But you somehow forced him to clean shit up and then he had to wait for his food, for his weed, lube and more clothes and shit you brought every time you were out. At some point, he thought he could be used to you feeding him up, but he still had a mission and it didn't matter how many times he had been sneaking into every room in your place, checking inside your office, how many times he had been searching through your bedroom on the drawers and smelling your lingerie, he still found nothing. He was pretty sure there was something else he wasn't really seeing yet. And Homelander on the TV along with those fuckers Victoria and Dakota Bob wasn't making his personal mission any easier, nor having no clue of where this kid Ryan was.

"Put some pants on," you said, interrupting his daydream.

"Whatever," Ben rolled his eyes and walked past you, taking a pair of pants from the carpeted floor.

"God, you're so fucking stoned," you mumbled watching as he dressed himself. "Get this mess cleaned after the dishes, I don't want to greet this shithole every morning."

"And what's in it for me, doll?" he asked, passing by your side and getting inside the bathroom.

He never bothered to shut the door closed while taking a piss, and this was, also, something you got used to seeing and hearing. When he finished, he came back with a smirk, stopping his tracks right in front of you.

"Nothing. There's nothing for you, stop acting like a dog begging for a bone."

"Yeah, well I'd like your pretty bones better.”

He gave you a wink and walked out the bedroom. God, he was so damn annoying. You followed him quickly and climbed down the stairs just to make sure he would start washing the dirty dishes from the last dinner you had.

“Make sure to scrub them correctly,” you said as you looked at how he turned on the sink.

Ben grunted in frustration, looking at you from the corner of his eye. It was always the fucking same with you, giving him directions he already knew the whole time.

“Fuck, woman, you’re so fucking annoying. I’m no damn pussy, I can do this without your ass here.”

The way he answered made you grin, getting closer to him until your arm was pressed against his own. “Yeah, I know you’re not stupid. I’m just making sure I’m taming you well.”

Ben’s eyes widened a little, clearly surprised by your boldness but not too much. Because the one who should be taming who, was him towards you. His macho self wouldn’t let a woman treat him like that. It didn’t matter he was hitting on you since the moment he met you in the facility, like doctor and patient. Ben was pretty sure that, besides his own personal payback, you would fall for him eventually. And once you do, because he was pretty sure it’d happen sooner or later, he would give you the best fuck ever. He turned his gaze to you as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

“I’d shut my mouth if I were you, sweetheart,” Ben warned in a low voice, taking in your figure standing so close to him that your warmth could be felt all along his body. “I don’t wanna screw you yet.”

“I take that as a challenge.”

The sun was almost setting down as you drove back home. It took you more than expected to complete the second shopping trip of the week and you were getting tired and spent. Sleep was becoming a privilege at this point. The past nights you had confined yourself to the lab down the bunker, and just now, you felt the cure was ready. Almost ready. The most important component was missing and you were still considering things you might regret later.

The low sound of the radio accompanied your thoughts as you traveled on the road, and the ways you’d like to tell Soldier Boy about all the mess you were getting into under Grace’s supervision, who had just called two fucking times in days. But part of you was afraid Ben wouldn’t understand the importance of a cure. He was a supe, and without his powers, he was fucking nothing. Just like Homelander. Even if he had made it clear that he hated his own son, you doubted to trust him and you felt the same hateful feeling towards you coming from him. At this point, you knew you were just putting up a stupid act.

And you started wondering if it should’ve been easier if you just let him between your legs and take what he wanted. He was a simple man; he saw a fuckable female, he wanted her. Surely you also knew when a man, woman, or anyone was attractive, but you just didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to feel like he won this battle. It was too fucking much, and you stopped sleeping around with strangers a couple of years back. The problem was, Ben wasn’t a stranger anymore, not to you.

Suddenly, a figure landed a few feet away from you on the highway. You hit the brake of your car as fast as your reflexes allowed you to, seeing red, blue and white. Once your car stopped completely, you met with the last person you’d ever wanted to see. Homelander smiled widely as you locked eyes with him through the windshield. He surrounded the car until he came by your side, standing outside your door. You turned on the flashing lights of the car and turned the engine off, it wasn't like you could escape anyway.

“Nice to see you around, doc,” he greeted.

“Why are you following me?”

“I told you before; I have eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing tightly the wheel between your hands. “I don't know what you want me to do.”

“Don’t be stupid. That cure won’t see the light, I’m making sure of that,” Homelander leaned on your open window and your head moved away slightly as he studied the insides of your car.  “You’re welcome by the way.”

“For what? For trying to kill me? For taking my father’s money for your stupid circus? For touching me?” you hissed.

He chuckled, straightening himself again. “For taking you out, silly.”

A long sigh escaped your lips. “So this is your plan in the end.”

“It always has been. I know every move you make, the stores you go each week, I even know where you’re living right now and how you work your ass off that stupid experiment of yours,” his words made you visibly tense and he noticed, like every little reaction coming from you. “How’s the old man doing by the way?” he asked, as if it was just another chat between friends.

“You make me sick.”

“Oh, no. I want you healthy,” Homelander placed a hand on your wrist. “Please eat well and rest enough. Don’t burn yourself out, honey, it's useless.”

You started shaking your head, confusion fogging your mind at the way he talked like he had something prepared for you. “You’re fucked, Homelander,” you whispered.

You were trying to convince yourself more than him, scared of what he would do to you, forcing you into this twisted mouse and cat game. He just smiled widely at your words, laughing under his breath.

“Once I have you under my mercy,” you continued, holding his gaze. “You’re gonna be fucking nothing. I promise you that.”

His hand wrapped around your neck and for a moment you thought he would kill you right there. “I can’t wait to see you try and fail miserably, I’ll enjoy that show. Might become my favorite.”

Homelander let go of his grip roughly, allowing you to breathe again.

“Fuck you,” you spat back.

He chuckled, straightening himself and walking away from your car, giving you a last glance. “Not yet, doctor. Not yet.”

Once back in the spot where he landed, he flew away and you were left alone on the road. No cars, nor people walking could be seen, but it was better that way. Forcing your hands to stop shaking, you turned the engine on again and started to drive back home. Taking your phone out, you made a call, waiting for the other line to answer. You had to act fast and track that motherfucker down, not caring if you were already regretting what you’d do next.

“So, what’s your story?”

His question surprised you more than you could tell. After dinner nights like this were becoming a really weird habit of him talking shit about this stupid century, how things were better back then and how people got dumber with time. But you never thought Soldier Boy would insist on your past, not since the first night you ate together at the same table. You finished your glass of whisky, not sure if answering his question or not.

You shrugged. “I’m not that interesting.”

Ben drank his own liquor down before asking again. “Let me rephrase that: why do you hate Vought so much?”

“Who says I hate them?”

He studied your face for a moment. The look in your eyes told nothing, but your heart rate and your breathing was always enough for him to know you were fucking lying about it. Ben had started to think of many other things you were hiding from him. But even with all that stupid mask covering you, he wanted to have you. Countless times he tried, he wasn’t going anywhere now. Nobody could resist him, you were just another game to play and he was kind of enjoying it.

“All of you. You scream inside that you want to fuck them up,” he answered. “Believe me, I want nothing more than that.”

“Didn’t you have your own payback some months ago?”

“Yes, but you already know that from my file. I’m asking about you now.”

His intense green eyes and the grit on his words caused you to think exactly what to say. You couldn’t hide it anymore, not everything at least.

“My mom. Vought experimented on her when she was pregnant, that’s why I have powers,” you said, dry and straight to the point.

“How?”

You breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, not believing he would force you to remember the memories you had been fighting to erase.

“She was paid a huge amount of money. And she hoped her daughter would join Vought someday; she was so wrong about that,” you gave a bittersweet chuckle. “On my eighth birthday, I finally discovered my powers. There was this huge party and a lot of my parent’s rich friends and their kids, whom I didn’t know because I had no friends, were there. And then, I just remember I got overwhelmed by all these people and the attention. I always hated that. And then, my mother couldn’t find me when it was cake time. I was in my room but she couldn’t see me there. Turned out I was invisible… It was the first and the only time I could make my clothes and my shoes disappear with me.”

Ben listened attentively, much to your surprise, as he spoke once again, locking his eyes with yours. “So your powers come from your inner wish of disappearing from your mother’s sight.”

You hummed and nodded your head. “I think that’s a great way of putting it, but yes.”

“Well, I'll take it back. They fucked your life too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, and they’re still after you anyway.”

He scoffed. “Those fucking cocksuckers. Also, where the fuck is Grace anyway? All the CIA bullshit?” he asked, quickly changing the topic abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded an answer.

“No news from her apparently, nor any agents.”

“Bullshit, your last call with her was a couple of days ago and you said nothing.”

“Why are you so invested in her? You like her?” you mocked, noticing how his resemblance switched from calm to visibly annoyed. There was no fucking way you’d tell him where she was right now.

“Y’know what I’d like? A fucking reasonable answer from you, that’d be perfect,” he snarled, and you knew he was back being stubborn and childish asking the same fucking shit all the time.

“I don’t know, but when I do I’ll tell you,” you responded after remaining silent under his angry stare.

“You’ve been saying the same shit over and over—”

“Okay, so tell me what you want. You want Homelander. Good, and then what?”

He held your stare, you noticed he was trying to keep himself down. “The kid.”

“Ryan?”

“Yes, the fucking brat.”

His hard eyes were not lying and you argued back on it.

“You can’t do that, there has to be another way.”

“Fucking tell me where it is. ‘Cause I see nothing!” he shouted, his voice booming all over the room. “That fucking pussy and his fucking team, they all had him right there. And in a second, Butcher just backed up! I could’ve done it already and we wouldn’t be here, playing dollhouse.”

Spilling the truth was no option right now. He was stupidly pissed right now. But you knew it was cruel to hunt a kid down just because his father had put him into the spotlight thanks to his powers. Ben, on the other hand, was blinded by his hatred towards Homelander, and you knew he was a man of his word. He was more than able to kill Homelander and the boy for a deal, one that was broken because of a weak moment coming from Butcher. Even for your morally gray head, killing Ryan was not an option. At least not now. You hated Homelander, but you probably understood Butcher more than you’d like to admit. Soon, you would think about a plan; where to put the kid after injecting the anti V.

“Let me give you a lead when I can,” you said.

“Tell me why should I trust you.”

“It’s your choice, honestly. Probably you shouldn’t, but I may give you something sooner or later.”

Without waiting for his response, you took the empty dishes to the sink, and Ben followed you with his eyes, taking in the softness of your exposed skin through the short summer dress. He liked the way the fabric hugged your curves and how it fell over your legs, inviting him to have a taste. Ben noticed you putting on shorts and dresses more often the last few days, and he was thankful for the hot weather to be able to see you like this. The past nights, he had jerked off with you in mind, wondering when he’d be the man to put you in place. Perhaps he just needed to try again.

He got on his feet as you talked, but none of the things coming out of your mouth were important as he put his weight behind your body, his hands roaming over your arms before you got to start washing the dirty plates.

“Do you not get tired of trying?” you breathed out.

You felt his rough hands caressing your arms, before moving down your waist, pressing your ass against the bulge growing on his pants. He smiled to himself once he heard the loud gasp coming from your mouth.

“Just tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he whispered, placing his lips down your neck, nipping softly at your sensitive skin, as he massaged your flesh, going to the curve of your ass.

“And when you get this, what?” you asked, turning around to meet his dark eyes. He was practically devouring you with his stare. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him hot, looking at you like that, as if you were the last and only meal that could end his greedy hunger.

He smiled, and whispered cockily against your lips. “You can always ask me for a second round.”

Fuck it.

You captured his lips in an impatient kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip with urgency as you tasted the whisky from his mouth, your breaths mixing and panting as he lifted you up without further effort. Ben walked towards the countertop in the middle of your kitchen, placing you on the surface as he spread your legs. You welcomed him closer, feeling his hands traveling freely under the thin fabric of your dress, feeling the softness of your legs, your inner thighs, until he rubbed over your panties. You let out a moan against his mouth when his fingers found your folds and you held tightly against the corner of the countertop.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he growled, breaking the kiss.

“It’s been a while, ohfuck!”

A shiver ran down your spine as he stretched your pussy with one thick finger, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, sucking and nipping on your skin. Your walls fluttered as he pumped in and out, and your hips set a move on its own. He hissed against your skin as he worked you open and ready for his hard cock, growing excitedly in his pants. A second finger slipped in and you clenched.

Ben smirked and you felt the burning feeling of his beard as he kissed your shoulder. You wondered how he’d feel between your legs, bruising your inner thighs with his big hands and the burning of his facial hair. The frantic fucking from his fingers pushed you to the edge, moaning and panting for air as his thumb played with your clit. You gripped on his forearms, looking for something to hold on tight as you reached that sweet high.

“Fuck, you did so well,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty. He brought his wet fingers to your lips and you complied, opening your mouth. You licked his fingers, locking your eyes with his. “Wonder what twirls your pretty mouth has for me,” Ben pushed his fingers further, making you gag for a bit. “I’ve been thinking of hundreds of ways of finally holding your tongue with my cock.”

His other hand wrapped your neck, as he forced you to suck his fingers harder, hitting your gag reflex over and over. He discovered he loved hearing your breathy sounds and the dirty look in your eyes while you sucked his digits. When he pulled out his fingers from your mouth, you took in a deep breath, but the grip on your neck grew tighter as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’ll have to go down on me first if you want my mouth,” you whispered against his lips.

Ben could hear your heart racing, and he was sure you got all dizzy and bothered just by his hand. “Oh, is that so?” he rasped.

You rolled your eyes, growing impatient. “Why don’t you shut up and fuck me hard?”

And there it was. They’d always beg for him in the end. He smiled down at you, loosening the grip around your throat. “With pleasure.”

His hands wasted no time in getting rid of your dress, discarding your panties and your bra ripping them in half. You moaned when his palms groped on your tits, playing with your nipples and squeezing them harshly. God, you were getting wet again just by the feeling of his mouth biting on your soft buds. Quickly, you reached for his pants, touching his hard cock over the fabric. Ben growled, feeling the softness of your palm stroking him gently. Good choice not wearing anything underneath. Your other hand tugged at his shirt until it was discarded over the floor, his pants following after.

He got you off the countertop so your feet were on the ground, and turned you swiftly, laying you down on your chest on the cold surface. He massaged the sides of your hips, running down his palms over your ass with a hiss.

“Now this is quite a view.”

You moaned as his fingers played with your entrance. “Fuck, Ben, just do it already.”

“Shit, doll, I love when you beg.”

He stroked his cock with your juices before aligning with your pussy, slowly sliding in your wet heat. He stretched you out inch by inch, and you became a whimpering mess. After a moment of staying still balls deep in your wet core, he snapped his hips against your ass, setting a brutal pace. Loud moans and screams escaped your throat. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You knew your fingers stopped being enough each time you needed sweet release, and probably you would regret him fucking you later, but right now you didn’t care. His fingers inside your cunt, the way he would handle your body like a feather just for his disposition and to get off with, and now his cock filling you up was becoming too much. But you loved it.

Soldier Boy felt too good inside you, fucking your brains over and over. His hands bruising your hips, groping the flesh of your ass and breasts, as he pounded into you, everything was like heaven and you were sure you’d be spent once it was over. His dark, lusty eyes memorized every inch of your body and the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. The kitchen was filled with your whimpers and his animalistic growls, mixed with the sound of his skin hitting against your own. He hit on that sweet spot repeatedly, making your walls clench around his cock.

“Jesus, you’re coming pretty quickly today,” Ben teased under his breath, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling your back against his muscular chest. “Wait for me, doll,” he whispered in your ear, satisfied on how fucked out and desperate you were underneath.

“Do it fast, you asshole! Fuck!”

Your pussy fluttered and clenched on his cock as he hit your spot again. With a loud moan, you finally reached the climax you longed for so long, and took his deep, rough thrusts as he fucked you through bliss. His name escaped your throat countless times, coming down from your high. Ben growled, your orgasm and the spasms of your cunt triggered his own, and he finally released himself inside your tight pussy.

And how good it felt to finally have you there, begging and crying for his cock. It was so much better than his own imagination, and he took in great pleasure on fucking the brat out of you. He continued bucking his hips until his white seed started leaking down your thighs, and finally stopped. The only sound in the room being your tired breaths.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, feeling his grip on your scalp softening.

He sucked on your neck one last time with a cocky grin on his lips. “I told you I’d be a great fuck, sweetheart.”

“I wish you could shut up for once,” you answered back, looking at him from your side, and feeling his cock softening inside you. “I might have my methods.”

He bucked his hips one more time. A whimper escaped past your lips as he pulled you back against his chest in a swift motion, his fingers traced your neckline. “So do I, doll.”

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[seneon]

Woaaah I'm so glad the you write for mashe. I don't know if ur open for request if not please ignore this

How about Rayne having to bring his twin sons to work cuz his wife is out for business then for some reason Mash and his gang came to the Divine visionary and typical mashle shenanigans ensues.

The catch tho is that the one twin son is like a carbon copy of Rayne and the other is the same but hair color is like in opposite sides.

If ur uncomfortable with this please ignore this. But I hope you have a great day!!!

★ little raynes and mashle shenanigans

notes. little raynes omg (im his wife like literally) also this is the last request before i start on a new project 🫡

one rayne, two raynes, three raynes. and another rayne if you're counting finn to look similar to rayne. one twin looks exactly like his father, with half yellow and half black hair split in the center. his lines the same as rayne, both streaks that runs down his eyes. demeanor like his father's— serious, calm, and collected.

what about the other twin? he is exactly the same like his father. well, not really. he has the colour of your hair and a different type of line design. this twin is on the weaker side, seeing how he only has a single line that runs across his nose. just like you, with a single line. being the weaker twin, he was softer than his elder twin brother, often helping around town or anyone at all.

today rayne is all alone with his sons, as his wife had to visit her family's business to help around, so she left the boys with him. rayne is a busy divine visionary, he couldn't just leave his sons alone. so he brought them to his office. what a surprise, his brother's friends are all there. and rayne's eyes twitched at the chaos that is about to happen.

finn is the first one who greets them, for he is their uncle. being the loving and nice uncle finn is, he often spoils them and doesn't know when to stop. like always, he gave both the twins a candy each, ruffling with their head.

mash who has never seen rayne's children before, is fascinated by the fact that there are two other little raynes. one the exact copy, the other immediately reminding him of you. he doesn't know whether to continue feeling fascinated or to feel fear since there is a mini rayne in town now. what if mini rayne is as powerful as his dad?

lance who had no reaction to them at all. he already saw them, already met them, and already knew them long ago. in fact, the older twin quite likes lance. he sees lance as an icy and cool idol to admire.

dot who keeps the kids if they want tips on how to get a girlfriend and only the younger ames listens, for the elder one immediately finds dot annoying. the younger one is just curious on what the meaning of 'girlfriend' is, before lemon pushes dot away and apologised to the younger ames.

lemon who tells the twins not to mind dot, for he still hasn't find a girlfriend after years of being single. she tells them not to worry as they are still young and instead, gives them the cream puffs she has made for mash which ended up being way too much.

and rayne, who sighs and shakes his head at the growing trouble that he could smell from afar. seeing the piles of paper stacked on his table, he has no choice but to ask the help of the mashle friends to look after his kids. he could trust finn, but he doesn't trust the others. so he purposely gave the task to finn, but everyone else took it as an invitation to babysit two little raynes.

rayne will make sure to complain to his wife when she comes back home.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[devieuls]

Hello can I plz request Inazuma boys (if you can) react (separately) to their s/o wearing this outfit? Spicy reaction plz! It's ok if no tho! :)

Inazuma boys x ¡ FEM reader !

Synopsis: On a sultry day in the middle of summer, you decided to dress in opaque clothes that left a lot of skin to the eye, presenting yourself to your boyfriend as if you were not leaving the house naked (in their eyes, ofc).

Characters: Itto, Kazuha, Thoma, Scaramouche, Gorou, Ayato, Heizou

Note: I didn’t really know how to play this choice of clothes, but I tried in every way to stay in the personality of the characters, forgive me if you won’t read exactly what you wanted. I don’t know, some have inspired me more than others. I remember that they are not native English speakers, so forgive my mistakes and feel free to correct me. Also the requests are open to all, maybe it takes a while to answer but I do it without problems!

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Itto:

The hot summer day was slowly killing your energetic boyfriend, finding him lying on the floor with his faithful pet Ushi, as he waves energetically with one of your fans, complaining through some of them about the heat that made him sweat.

< Honey, would you like to go to the beach? I know that you suffer the heat and I’m sorry to make you stay at home agonizing > You said bending down to him, to better look at his agonizing face and his eyes closed.

You had to take a few steps back because of the guy who had jumped up from happiness, mentally preparing for long swims in cold water.

< Love! you don't know how much I love you- > His smile froze once seen with what clothes you were going to leave the house. His heart accelerated rapidly as he pumped blood throughout his still-euphoric body. < Is the temperature that’s so hot or is it you? > he growled gently before approaching you, taking you from the hips and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

You blushed as you kissed the boy back, feeling his hands wandering over your body, touching him with extreme delicacy and devotion.

< How stupid are you! Do you like it? is great for very hot seasons > You said laughing as you wrapped your arms around her neck, putting yourself on tiptoe because of the height difference.

< Oh, you’re the "very hot season" now. I mean… > he coughed and cleared his voice < honey… you’re so… wonderful. > He said looking you in the eye, holding you close to him. Her hands ended up on your ass and she picked you up and headed for the room. < But. I can’t let you just walk out. You created a big problem in my pants and now the heat is not the only thing that makes me agonize. > He ended by lying on the bed, then tying his hair in a tail and looking at your body practically exposed to him. < God, I’d eat you for hours. >

You blushed as the boy only stayed with the leather body harness and choker, perfectly displaying his red tattoos, before getting on the bed and taking off your clothes.

Glad to see you didn’t wear a bra and take off your panties with his teeth. < We’re going to the beach tomorrow. We've better things to do. > He would say giving you a smile before disappearing between your legs.

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Kazuha :

You could say you loved living on a pirate ship, traveling all the time, discovering new things and always being in good company, but above all you loved having your boyfriend on the crew.

You found your boyfriend sitting in front of his desk, writing something while humming something low, wearing a light crumpled kimono that leaving his collarbones and shoulder bare.

You approached him carefully, placing your arms on his shoulders and leaving a kiss on his neck, peering at what he was writing.

< Love, what do you write? > You moaned against her soft skin.

< Nothing important. Where have you been all morning? I looked for you but no one saw you, I was worried. > He said to then turn to you, closing the notebook he was writing on, and then swallowing to see the top you were wearing.

< Oh, Captain Beidou kidnapped me for the morning. She said she had clothes to withstand the heat of inazuma, as my usual clothes are " a bit heavy and covering". Do you… do you like me? am I okay? > You asked away from him to take a ride on yourself to see the boy.

Kazuha’s eyes followed your entire body, biting his lip and then getting up and grabbing your hand for a twirl.

< You are a blessing to the eyes. Whatever you wear can only feel good > He said gently, and then kiss the palm of your hand. You smiled and then looked at the boy’s bare chest and shoulder, blushing because of some sinful thoughts that were going through your mind.

Kazuha noticed it and stroked your cheek with slightly reddened knuckles.

< I’m thinking the same things about you, princess. > He said to then drop his hand on your neck, then on your breasts and end up on the crotch of your shorts. He sighed before making you back to the bed and take off his kimono completely, immediately going to touch your breasts and squeeze a nipple already hard. < Maybe, today the captain will do without our presence. > he said smiling and then start biting and sucking your neck.

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Thoma :

He wouldn’t even give you time to leave the room to be seen with the new dress, as he would rush into the bedroom to watch you try on the outfit, excited to see you with new and "strange" clothes.

He swallowed seeing your thighs exposed like that, feeling already tight in his pants and cursing himself for not having enough self-control to collapse like this, unfortunately you were his weakest point and some points, like your thighs, they drove him crazy.

< Love, are you all red in your face… are you.. are you all right? > You asked approaching him worried, while you laid a hand on his burning cheeks.

< No, I’m not okay. You’re so hot you made me hard in seconds. I would like to be more cavalier not to say certain things directly but… dressed so, my head does nothing but think about how satisfying it would be to fuck you right now > he said everything in a frustrated tone.

You sat on his lap, raising his face and grinning maliciously.

< And that’s exactly what I wanted > You answered and then kissed him and made him smile as he put his hands under your top behind your back, raising it slowly.

< You really like to tease me > he said by biting his lip, then passing a finger on your column, making you pant slightly, seizing the moment to overturn the positions and put yourself under him. < Then you’ll get what you want. >

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Scaramouche :

The boy looked at you with a bored face, rolling his eyes as you wandered around the house looking for various things to go out. He stood silently against the wall, his arms crossed against his chest and clearly crushed. Even though he wasn’t showing it, seeing you dressed like that had the blood pumping towards his cock, making it hard.

< You’re really a stupid brat. How long do you take to prepare? > He said grumbling loudly, bringing his eyes to the ceiling, clearly shattered by the time you were wasting him.

< I can’t find my fan. It was the only one I had. I’ll die under the sun of inazuma without that! > You said almost whining, looking for him everywhere and hoping that your boyfriend had a little more patience.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche was thinking about how naive you were not to have yet realized that he had your fan and this to keep you from leaving the house dressed like this. He would never admit he was jealous, so he preferred to play dirty with you.

The boy walked up to you and took you like a sack of potatoes, taking you to the bedroom with a puff. < I’ve had enough. we stay home. > He said to then get between your legs and hold your body with one hand, making you blush. < Plus, dressed like that, you made my dick hard, so you gotta fix it, baby girl. > He concluded by smirking maliciously as he took off your black shorts, sticking two fingers inside you, making you grab behind him and pant. < You’re so naive you didn’t realize right away that I had the fucking fan. Don’t worry baby, you won’t need it for a long time >

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Gorou :

You knew your boyfriend couldn’t stand the summer heat, having dog blood in his veins he also shared this unpleasant trait with them, not to mention the fact that he went into heat at that time; which made him frustrated and stressed.

You watched your boyfriend as he stood on the ground in front of the fan, with some wet rags that were attached to his body to cool him down and lower the temperature on his body. < Baby, would you bring me some water with ice? I feel I’m going to die… > He said exasperated, placing a new cold patch on his forehead. Sweat continued to sweat down his bare chest, while his trousers were slightly lowered under his hips.

You nodded and quickly brought water to your boyfriend, it made you sad to see him in those conditions, you were used to his strong and determined personality.

< Can I do something else for you? maybe a swim on the beach could help… don’t you think? > You said looking at him gently, as you removed a warm patch from his belly, touching his burning skin.

The boy opened his eyes to answer you and remained speechless to see you dressed like that, beginning to wag his tail flapping on the wooden floor, embarrassing himself at once for his tail that could not hide his excitement.

< Oh, fuck, kitten… I’m fighting so hard against my heat and you come dressed like that… You don't help this way > He said passing a hand three white strands of his hair, slightly moist because of sweat and wet rag.

He stood up promptly to go towards you and take you to the bed, beginning to kiss your neck with fury, leaving various hickeys and bites. < Forgive me for being more rude than usual, but I need you out of those clothes… > he whisped on your neck.

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Ayato :

Ayato was definitely the type of boyfriend who even during the hot summer days, preferred to dress with a certain decorum. Being the heir of the Kamisato family, appearances mattered and showing themselves in public in inappropriate clothing would have created ill news about him. In fact, when he saw you leaving the room you used as a wardrobe dressed in shorts and tops he froze you with his eyes, you knew very well how much clothing mattered to him and seeing you so "naked" to go out, he had destabilized.

You immediately heard the servants' looks at you and some of the maids mumbling something, while in the distance you could see the amused look of Ayaka and the distraught one of Thoma taking tea with miss Kamisato.

Your look was later kidnapped by Ayato’s, intense and angry, his hand squeezed the bubble tea as if to relieve the anger he had accumulated in those few seconds, trying to disguise everything with a smile as he headed towards you. He pushed you into the room and closed the door behind him, towering over your person, placed the drink on a shelf and then took your face from your chin.

< Baby, I don’t understand. I thought I told you to get dressed to go out, not be a slut in the bedroom with me. > He said by making you back up to the wall, slamming your palm against the hard surface, gritting his teeth. < Now everyone will be talking about you in indecent clothing. The future Mrs Kamisato who shows up inadequately dressed outside her rooms. Not to mention the men who saw what belongs to me. > he continued, his free hand ripping your top off, leaving your breasts uncovered.

You had to admit, you wanted to tease him slightly dressed like that, on the advice of his sister, but you wouldn’t have expected this.

< This is all mine. I can’t let others admire it. > He said and then stooped over you and kissed your breasts. < You already know where I want to end up with you. You embarrassed me by showing you dressed like that. Now I’ll make sure you scream until the whole building hears your voice and understands what we’re doing. Didn’t you want this? > he said smirking maliciously.

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Heizou :

The dark red-haired had already noticed those garments in your closet a few days before, but he had not listened to that littleness, thinking that they were simply clothes to stay at home and face the heat. Being a detective, he was often in a position to have no time to focus on small things in his house and let it go, attaching plausible and simple reasons to such events.

.

After a busy morning because of work, he was particularly surprised to find you bent over a piece of furniture while you were dusting it, especially for the shorts that left your b side in plain sight. You had just returned from a morning commission and had decided not to change to clean the house, waiting for your boyfriend towards the late afternoon.

You gasped to feel a familiar touch on your hips, followed by some kisses on your shoulder and neck. < Mh, there is nothing more divine than to enter the house and see you bent to ninety and dressed like this > said the boy and then let you stand, red on your face.

< W-why are you home so early? > you asked and then turned to him, hiding your face on his chest, slightly embarrassed by the position in which he found you.

< I finished early. But I haven’t finished work yet after this, who knows what you’re hiding under your clothes. I wouldn’t be a good detective if I didn’t investigate thoroughly. I wonder what color panties I’m going to rip off today. > he said taking you in his arms, leaving a small spanking on your ass, walking towards the bedroom. < You don’t wear a bra, I can feel it. What a naughty girl, I’ll have to cuff you for that. >

[nogenderbee]

OMG REQS OPEN? 😱 Yea can I get akito, shizuku, and mizuki (separately ofc) with a s /o who acts like they have super high self esteem (like, says that they're the best all the time) but in reality actually hates themselves? Ty 🥰🥰🥰

-🖌🗿

Of course!! Honestly I loved making this <3 (maybe because of my inner Ena kinnie getting out...) But anyway, here it is so I hope you enjoy~!

Shizuku, Akito, Mizuki with reader fake high esteem

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @m3g-luka @qwnelisa @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane @no1mizukifan

⊱ whenever you said something about you being the best or so, Shizuku's answer was always full of support! She would never bring you down, in fact, she wanted to bring you higher!

"Of course you are the best Y/N~!"

⊱ she literally never minds when you're speaking of yourself highly even if it's like 10th time in minuter or so, every time she'll tell you that you're fully right before giving you small kiss one cheek~

⊱ what she didn't know was that you're only doing this to most likely hide your low self esteem or any other reason you may have! Either way, your self esteem wasn't as high as you showed it...

⊱ but she's a bit blunt... so unfortunely she won't see any hints of you not actually feeling as confident so you'd have to tell her yourself by coming up to her or by her catching you having one of those worse days

⊱ and when you tell her, her expression quickly turns into worry, she's gonna be by your side through the whole day, she'll wrap a blanket over you and bake you cookies either with you or while you watch. She doesn't mind either!

⊱ now it'll be her who will give you compliments more often! She already does it pretty often but now it's even more! So like minimum 5 compliments a day

"I love how you did your hair Y/N~ Oh but about that cookies we made yesterday... I gave some to Shii and she also agreed that you're great baker! I wouldn't expect any less from my most amazing partner~"

⊱ at first Akito was a bit annoyed by you speaking so highly of yourself... don't get him wrong tho! He agree with that fully but it just pisses him off to hear it 4th time this week... and it's Monday!!

"Y/N... I get it! You're amazing, I agree with you. But can you stop with that a bit? Can we just talk about something else for a moment?"

⊱ yeah he may act a bit mean but he's just a bit tired of hearing it all the time... don't worry tho! He'll apologzie if it made you sad!

⊱ of course, he does not know the reason why you're speaking of yourself like that, which also goes onto that he doesn't know about your low self esteem

⊱ he's not the most observant type but he's not blind either! He can notice something's wrong but it'll take him a lot of time and few obvious clues

⊱ once he does tho, he regrets all the time when he told you you're speaking highly of yourself way too often for him

⊱ of course he doesn't want to force it on you and make you convince yourself so he'll work with you through it!

⊱ he won't spoil you with compliments but he'll most likely try to drop some small compliment every day, just a small one tho!

"Hey, nice outfit! Looks good on you so... nice choice!"

⊱ he want's to see you thinking highly of yourself again but he doesn't want it to be forced so he'll try to slowly and quietly help you with that!

⊱ Mizuki is the type to be happy that you have such a high self esteem actually!

⊱ they sometimes talk highly of themselvese as well but not as often as you! But that doesn't mean they mind, in fact they often agree with you and encourage you to talk more of yourself like this

"Yes you are! But you know what's even cuter? Us! Yes, we're the cutest couple~"

⊱ despite how happy they were from you having high self esteem, they couldn't help but feel like there's something wrong...

⊱ it doesn't take them really long time to figure out that you don't really have as high self esteem as you show... but they don't figure it out immidietly too, especially not if you're trying your best to hide it

⊱ once they discover that tho, they'll hug you at least once a day and give you a nice compliment! In fact, they're not being secret with the fact that they know about your realy thoughts about yourself

"You're so amazing Y/N, you know that? Literally the cutest and best partner I could ever think of!"

⊱ they know they need to be patient while they try to help you raise your self esteem and they will calmly go through it with you!

⊱ they'll give you lots of compliments and affection every day, hoping that it will help at least a little bit!

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[phoenix-before-the-flame]

not a hc but can you rank lucy's stardresses?

A fit rank huh? Sure I can do that. Just gonna preface n say that obviously this is my opinion and whatevs and that I won't be includin any of the ones introduced in 100yr because I don't care about the sequel :]

Alrightie lets get into it! This gonna get long tho, so imma put it under read more so I don't murder ppl who are scrolling.

Aquarius Stardress

This one honestly might be on the lower tiers for me. Like for the first stardress shown its rather, boring. The colour choice of green and yellow is weird, and visually disconnects it from Aquarius (like seriously? No blue anywhere?). The wrap skirt is cute and I do love how she has Aquarius' collarbone tattoo. That's fire. But the basic bikini top is meh. Overall its serviceable, 6/10 on the Phoenix scale.

Leo Stardress

Honestly can't go wrong with a nice black dress. I really would've preferred a pants suit for this one but the dress regardless is fun. I has a nice shape with the asymmetrical skirt and I like the ruffles all over. I also like how the anime gave her stockings

If I had nitpicks i'd say to get rid of the center line down the middle of the chest, the two under the bust are enough and get rid of the purple hair clip, it feels tacked on and just tosses in a random colour to the palette. I'd also maybe change the yellow to something more orange so it pops more (maybe even make the interior of the dress something eyecatching to add some extra oomph visually when she's kicking.)

But good fit, 8/10

Virgo Stardress

Well, it's about what you'd expect tbh. It's a maid outfit lol. There ain't much here to say cept that its cute. 6/10

Tauros Stardress

Oh hell fuckin yea. HELL YEAH

Unabashedly this one is one of my favourites solely because of the uneven pants. It's so fun and stupid. I also like how she and Tauros have matching belt buckles.

The basic ass bikini top does bring it down though (sorry i'm a bikini top hater. If you're gonna put a character in a bikini top at least make it a different style! There's different types of tops that can be both sexy and interesting!!!!). It also looks wack at certain angles.

My chest hurts lookin at this.

Apart from that I don't think the double buns works best with this dress, I think it'd work better if swapped with the double braids of the capricorn dress. Also I just think it'd be cool if this dress gave her an axe, like how the cancer dress gave her weapons.

but because of how much joy the stupid pants give me, 9/10.

Sagittarius Stardress

Another banger stardress despite a glaringly obvious issue.

This shit's great to me. Good colours, fun patterns, i fuckin love that its backless and the high ponytail is great here. The issue?

That deep ass coochie cut.

On god it just looks so uncomfortable. The anime tried to even it out by giving her tights but that just tossed in another colour to the palette and just unbalances it. A simple fix would've been just to make it white leggings under there. Skin tight, sexy and still practical. Apart from the coochie cut the only nitpick I have is that I think the boob window should've been star shaped and i wish her sleeves also doubled as archery gloves.

Apart from that and how much the coochie cut haunts me, its a 9/10

Aires Stardress

Now I have no idea why, but I was never exactly big on this one. Like it's not awful, all the stardresses have a baseline cuteness to them. The alternating pink and white tiers on the dress is nice, but the cut under the bust kinda kills the uniform pattern it had goin on. Likewise the leggings don't feel coherent to the rest of the fit. Like still cute, but the stripes and the introduction of black makes the whole thing feel busy and plain all at once. Though ironically when it's in the manga and purely black and white i think it looks better.

But I dunno, i think this one actually might be my least favourite. 4/10

Gemini Stardress

Ok. I like the alternating blue and white all over. That's cool. But, that headdress on top of the already busy outfit feels like its a lil too much on top. Also the random gold baubles on the outfit itself feels sorta thrown on. The belt can stay I suppose but nix the tassels near the collar and trade in the boob window for a deeper neckline.

We can just get rid of the headdress altogether and change her hairstyle to like, crown braid with a hanging blue and white ribbon on either side to keep with the alternating colours and we golden. 5/10

Scorpio Stardress

Gonna start this off to say, not a big fan of the bottom (the leather panty thing with the chain on it? Dawg idk i don't like it lol). and the chain on it looks so silly and not in a fun way. If anything I think she should have a bigger tail, not as big as scorpio's but defs something bigger that what she has currently. And as much as I like backless fits I don't think it works here, the deep cut boob window can stay though. I do like the headband and how her hair frames her face but overall its another 5/10.

Also here's a scorpio stardress redesign that I like. Doesn't fix all my issues with the og but it's still pretty dope.

Cancer Stardress

I like this because it looks cool and gives Lucy weapons. I don't like it because it doesn't connect well with Cancer the spirit visually. But Cancer's design sucks and I like this better than Cancer himself. Truly a design with conundrums for me. 6/10

Capricorn Stardress

I don't like this dress! Not one bit! Why is it a bdsm tit dress! The hair is cute and I like the shades and the horn clips with the bows but the dress!!!!!!!! Why is it so visually disconnected from Capricorn the spirit! Why isn't it a skirt suit with sexy fishnet leggings like in the concept art!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why isn't this the canon design!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tragic/10

[uyuforu]

Hello Uyu welcome back 🍓🍓

I really apologize on behalf of the weird armies who wrote you messages. It's good that you spent some time away from here, but I'm glad you're back.🩷🩷

Something happened the other day I don't know if you know about it but hybe and mhj have been in an ego war for a few months using girls (newjeans). Considering Jungkook was in this disgusting industry and company from a young age, he knows what is going on much better than people on the internet. As the senior of the girls and someone who has been through terrible things himself, he posted on Instagram in support of newjeans:

"ARTISTS ARE NOT GUILTY, DON'T USE THEM"

And the armies that have been lynching these young girls for months and being fans of this disgusting company, instead of supporting their own artist jungkook, they took the side of the company. 

After jungkook's Instagram post, the armies went crazy and started saying terrible things about jungkook. Jungkook must have seen it all because the comments are open on his Instagram account for his dog Bam. 

The armies are always overprotective and supportive when it comes to other members, but when it comes to jungkook, their attitude completely changes. There have been  islamaphobic, racist, misogynistic behavior from other members, but army keep defending them.

But the slightest behavior of jungkook is a problem for the armies. They have made up a character for jungkook in their own minds and when he goes out of this character, they try to beat him. Jungkook is just a human being trying to live his life the way he wants to live without hurting anyone. He's just like us and he's not some kind of toy. It was the same in 2019 when he got a tattoo or grew his hair long, but the armies betrayed him. There are many examples of the army's strange behavior towards jungkook in previous years, but I don't want to go any further.

What I really want to talk about is jungkook's weverse update today. When the translators would translate jungkook's conversations with fans, they would always note that he "he wrote cutely". 

He always started his post by saying army. But in today's update, jungkook didn't write army and coldly wrote "I hope you have a good chuseok." (Not really his style 🫠) 

And while all this was going on, I thought of what you wrote for his solar return chart:

"ᯓ★ Chiron 9H can be a sign of JK learning a hard and painful lesson when it comes to spirituality this year. Can be about friendship, online presence, community, fandom, perhaps JK will realize something painful about his relationship to ARMY. "

How sad. He has a great heart and I hope he will have better and more supportive fans.

I hope he realizes that there are as many people who support him as there are who hate him. How ironic that the fans of his own group are upset him, while the people outside the Army are giving him supportive comments.

look I saw that story! Ngl, many armies are on HYBE's side but.. im really with JK for real. NJ are so young, they are artists, and even if they are from ADORA, isn't this label is still part of Big Hit Music? Please correct me if I'm wrong. BUT NJ is still their artists. This is really shameful how they are treated rn.

And... I did say before many times JK will eventually leave HYBE. It's also gonna happen quite soon, like around end of the year 2025, or beginning of 2026. So, to me this isn't surprising to see. Also a proof im not doing weird predictions 🥲

Overall, HYBE are really playing with fire, they should be careful. They are not doing good choices at all, and may lose BTS in the end.

Anyway, thank you for the message tho! I could also do a reading about New Jeans, and the current situation. AND also what BTS feel about this and HYBE... could be interesting lmao.

- uyu

[angelofverdum]

Station 19 6x18

Can Theo go? How more toxic can he be? Writers really said, "Oh you hate Sullivan? Let me show you someone worse". What an asshole. Making out with Kate just because Vic was proud of Andy. Who, mind you, is one of her closest friends and has been fighting for that position for a long time.

Captain Herrera, fucking finally. I hope that storyline ends there. We don't care about that anymore. She is going to be a great captain. Let her be captain until season 11, at least.

I wish we had seen a conversation between Maya and Andy about the captaincy.

Jack lost consciousness, so he couldn't tell Vic what he saw. If they kill Jack, I'm suing. He is just a dumb guy, and he doesn't deserve that. I hated him when he was part of Maya and Carina, but he is getting his life together.

Travis has been a shitty friend to Vic, btw. Vic told him what happened with Theo and Travis just saying "Sometimes that happens".

I love we got to see more of Vic and Andy together.

As much as I loved those scenes with Maya and Carina in their apartment. I wished they were on the opening scene. That looked like fun. Maya and Carina are always out of the group.

Are Maya and Carina going to adopt that baby? I know Carina wants to give birth, but they just brought that pregnant lady for Carina to do something? Or is Jack adopting the baby?

What the hell is this? I want a written essay about why Carina flinches like that. Couldn't this scene be like 5 seconds longer?

I'm so annoyed that Carina had to wear her wedding outfit to the ball. You are telling me she didn't have any other dress??? ANY OTHER DRESS??? Why? What was the point? Why do the writers hate Carina so much? She could have gone and bought anything. I'm sure she has gone to some events that required formal dress.

I can't even enjoy her scenes at the ball because of that damn outfit.

I'd never forget Danielle for giving Maya bangs. I know it's just hair, but Maya is not a bangs woman. She wears her hair slicked in a tall ponytail, controlled and put together. Bangs are carefree.

Danielle looks beautiful, but that's not Maya. She could have waited a week to get bangs. I'm in mourning.

It wasn't even mentioned. When she cut her hair short, it made sense. It was a beautiful moment, and she looked very hot. But those bangs just, I don't know. I'd never question Danielle's acting choice, but I feel that this episode was more Danielle than Maya.

This was a good episode. I hope they keep this energy for future epsidoes

I'd love to see them getting ready for the ball. Maya and Carina with the group. They teasing Maya and Carina for being late. CARINA WITH A NEW DRESS (This bothers me so fucking much)

This was my favorite kiss, btw. I guess I'm a sucker for fluff. I loved this scene so much. Even tho We should have seen Maya topping Carina.

Anyways we survived Krista, and I hope next season is better. Zoanne Clack and Peter Paige, here are my recommendations:

Someone tell Danielle to put this pic on Maya's locker.

Bisexual Vic

Theo gone. Bring another female firefighter. (Latina, please?)

Redemption for Sullivan (I like Boris; I don't want him gone, ok?) Can they do something to make him likable? Please. He can be funny. We can save him.

Baby Deluca-Bishop (Bishop-Deluca still sounds better. If Maya weren't so whipped by her wife), It's time. I didn't want a baby, but I'm tired of this storyline. Just give them a baby, please.

More Carina Deluca in action

More Vic, Maya, and Andy together

More fires

More silly episodes

Whoever is reading fanfics realizes that Marina's baby should be named Andrea.

Maya and Carina change the sheets. Please, I'm begging. I'll change them myself if I have to.

P.S: Whoever edited this deserves an award. So unserious.

[shizuostrans]

Which artist do you think portrays Shizuo the closest to your vision of the character? Thank you and have a nice day!

ooooh this is a good question. there are a lot of amazing designs for him that call to me as shizuo on different levels and that’s the beauty of art! i could go on and on about each manga artist’s portrayals of him and fanartists’ unique art styles and how one captures the best warm smile or scowl or hair tufts or sad brown eyes to me. there’s just. so much to love.

but i'm too shy to tag my fave fanartists and the shizuo i see when i think about him has been yasuda for a long time.

i have beef with how he developed several of his other designs but to me he far and away does the best job at bringing narita’s description of shizuo to life. i've seen a lot argument over narita’s design choice (that i'm not sure how much is genuine?) but each passage written about his appearance is filled with intention and it shapes and means the world to me. :)

bc beyond his height everything about him screams and should scream Most Normal Guy Ever.

even how he presents himself is said to make him appear like he’s playing dress up as someone imposing than actually being imposing. and that’s the kicker. once he’s seen in action he goes from being an unassuming person that anyone with the slightest bit of fighting prowess believes they can take out to the most terrifying person in the room for the exact same reason.

suddenly those traits that make him no different than the next guy become the traits that place him Starkly Outside Normalcy. every part of his design is etched with purpose. he’s lanky without visible muscle bc his body and power and character brute force past logic, he wears sunglasses to hide how soft his eyes are remarked to be, his bleached hair and bartender getup come from those he respects and he uses them all to create an identity to warn others off bc nothing else about him does UNTIL he makes it known how out of the mold of conventionality a freak of nature like him is. then everything clicks into place.

unrelated but it’s not mentioned in the anime that shizuo’s anime-typical vein throbbing is an uncanny phenomenon remarked on by various characters with izaya even saying most would think it’s due to a medical condition which is such a hilarious creative choice that i love to bits.

narita put SO much thought into his character design to the point where every facet of it is tied into his narrative and even slight alterations can detract from that. it makes every one really resonate with me and you can feel that attention to detail that yasuda does with shizuo too. any artist that incorporates all those components into their design of him care for him and his character a great deal which has had the most impactful effect on me. and that amount of care is almost impossible to replicate beyond the artist who was first tasked with drawing him.

(satorigi akiyo is a very close second tho. yasuda is obviously more limited in the amount he draws but she gives shizuo a greater range of expressions even for the same emotion and honestly yasuda walked so she could run in every other capacity but i can not and will not forgive her for giving shizuo blue eyes.)

[clownofthetown]

AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS

im sorry this is so long but its my live thoughts on the ep

honestly good for you morgan elsbeth, she did great

AHHHHHH KANAN MENTION he was a little shy OH MY GOFDOGKDKKD CALEB ❤️ like me fr

Is huyang like ezras grandmaster of lightsaber construction then

HE GETS THE SAME PART THINGO AS KANAN IM DYING AND ITS BLUE AGAIN

NOOO SABINE COMES BACK ITS OKAY

uh oh ezra finding out abt sabines family

sabine and ahsoka bonding over the choices theu make thats so cute

wow okay like 3rd anakin mention this series (PLS GIVE ME A 3RD KANAN MENTION ITS ONLY FAIR)

if those ties hurt the noti. IF THEY.

bumper cars but in the sky and considerably more dangerous how fun

AY NOTI AND HUYANG COLLAB

thats four anakin mentions are you kidding me

YESSS SABINE GETS HER HELMET WHY HAS SHE BEEN FIGHTING W/O IT PLS WEAR HEAD PROTECTION

zombies ZOMBIES

omg morgan and ahsoka rematch this is great

ah i see theyre gonna make sabine use yhe force bc she dropper her saber

I CALLED IT sighhhhh

THANK YOU ive been wonder like "why dont they just chop the zombies in half and then they cant rly do anything but theh werent and now FINALLY

YAY JUMPING

AHSOKA AHSOKA UR MISSING UR FLIGHT

SABINE. SABINE. tHANK U I WAS SO SHOCKED SHE WOULD LEAVE AHSOKA LIKE THAT BUT SHE DIDNT

rip morgan 💔

EZRAS ALONE THERE WHAT THE HELL

nooo ezra should have done a more ridiculous voice on the comm pls 😔

HUYANG THANK GOD

here we go abt anakin again alright

THRAWN U BASTARD SHUT UP ABT AHSOKA

guys. guys this isnt funny theyre genuinely stuck there. GUYS. WHY. EZRA IS ALONE AGAIN.

was that fuckin morai or am i going insane

SHIN SHIN SHIN WHERE HAVE U BEEN is she gonnabecome the bandit leader or wtv

baylan what on earth

THE FATHER AND SON??? IS THE DAUGHTER HALF DESTROYED WHAT?????????

CHOPPER DONT TELL ME THATS WHO I THINK IT IS

oH MY FUCKING GOD EZRA AND HERA REUNITE AHHHHHDHDHDJFJJ IM ACTUALLY CRYING NOW

"its time to move on" ??? I BEG YOUR OARDON WHAT

sabine what did u feel TELL ME

R U SERIOUS we BETTER see kanan as a force ghost watching over hera and jacen AND EZRA in SEASON 2 WHICH WE BETTER GET OR I WILL RIOT

it is nice that anakins watching over ahsoka tho HES A GRANDMASTER NOW LOL

a few other thoughts:

- im glad sabine gets to keep her lightsaber, it rly is hers now

- i gyess im ok w ezra building a new saber? esp one so close to kanans 💔 hopefully it helps him relfect on the person he is now yknow

- lowkey sad morgan just got killed like that... THWRES SM POTENTIAL 4 HER CHARACTER NOW THAG SHE GOT MORE POWER AND STUFF LIKE

- HOW DID CHOPPER KNOW???

- why is there all the father son daughter stuff on peridea (and how did ezra not sense it in the force and explore it or smth like)

- ezra didnt seem surprised that thrawn had backup and the eye of sion and stuff so im assuming they explained what happened and he was just like "ok"

(maybe tbeh didnt mention sabines role in letting them get there oops)

- UUURHFHS NOW WE GAVE TO WAIT

-why didnt they give me a hera and ezra hug scene. THEY SHOULD HAVE RAN AT EACH OTHER CRYING (pls i hope they make the reunions just a little more like they wiuld have been during rebels yknow, when we get a zeb and ezra reunion there better be ATLEAST a hair ruffle from zeb or i will BE ANGRY)

[mindibindi]

Your thoughts about Wild Blue Yonder are so interesting! I also wondered whether Donna could see the memories but was choosing not to.

After watching a few (okay, many) times more, I don’t think she is. To me, the line about it being like a furnace conjured images of something bright and hot, something she couldn’t keep her eyes on, something every instinct in her tells her to look away from. (Part of me wonders if this isn’t part of the metacrisis. The doctor told the master “did you really think i would leave my best friend without a defense?” when her memories could have been triggered - is that barrier still up despite her having let go of the energy? idk)

But I love the idea that she could know, and chooses, in some ways, not to. Out of respect for his privacy, worry over what she’d find, wanting to give him the chance to tell her himself.

These specials have given us so many little details to play with and speculate about and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Yeah, I think the scene could be read both (or multiple) ways. And as the episode stated, a human brain can do/hold two (or more) possibilities at one time. So I like the idea of Donna choosing to respect the Doctor's privacy, even if it's an unconscious choice, an instinctive one, one she makes partially for her own preservation and partially for the health of their newly reinstated relationship. This is what you get when you put actors like Tennant and Tate together tho. This is what you get with good writing, good characterisation. You get texture, possibility, richness, intrigue, subtlety, mystery. Because yeah, these two are both as silly and goofy and ridiculous as each other. They're fun and funny and endlessly entertaining. But they are also sensitive, mature, thoughtful, unique actors. They can play the biggest comedy then turn around and break your heart with a single, silent look. Having them back for the specials has been SUCH. A. GIFT. Especially since returning to old ground (as is the nostalgic fashion in these bleak end times) does not always go well. But RTD has given these two some great material and then just put them on a big stage (literally, in the case of Wild Blue Yonder) and let them make their particular brand of magic. And as you say, I think we will be rewatching these specials, revisiting the funny and poignant moments they've provided and discussing them for weeks/months/years to come. If I'm honest, I don't feel like I've quite caught up with everything that has happened. You could say it's like looking into a furnace. It's been bright and fast and funny and moving and surprising and everything it needed to be. And I'm still processing so much, including (but not limited to):

They're back! (Donna & the Doctor! In the TARDIS!)

Donna remembers everything (and didn't die!!)

Donna & Rose giving regeneration realness

The LOOKS (of angst and love and more!!)

The kisses (hand! & head!!)

The hugs (they missed e/o SO much!)

"Earth Girl" (I didn't know how much I needed that until they gave it to me)

The continually incredible work of Catherine Tate's hair

They've given us so much, after such a long wait, and this weekend they're gonna give us MORE. And then they're gonna take it all away again and I'm really not ready at all.

[pinkertinn]

Request.

Clessie:Femdom

After their adventure during the events of chapter 4 of the game, when Jessie gives Cloud a kiss for his efforts on the mad dash, she notices something about Cloud. A shy boy who would make for a great sub. She can't wait to break him. So when they get back, Jessie invites Cloud back to her house and won't take no for an answer. Something tells Cloud he shouldn't, but he also feels compelled to obey her.

Things to include

Jessie in a red Dominatrix outfit

Bondage

Pegging

Small penis humiliation

Cunnilings

Orgasm denial

Spanking

Collar

Chastity

Sissification

Sorry if it's a bit too much but I just always saw the potential in Jessie as a femdom and the thought of her dominating Cloud always appealed to me.

Ok. Seriously.

If you read the above request and thought, “Hmm, this isn’t really my thing,” then please, I beg you—spare yourself. Close the tab, click away, go touch some grass, maybe even adopt a cat.

But if you’re still here... well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.

This is your last chance to turn back before you enter the unhinged realm of questionable choices that even I’m cringing at while writing. If the words “humiliation kink” make you break into a cold sweat or you value my dignity, don’t scroll below the cut.

Still here? Cool. I see you. I respect your boldness.

But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you get to the part where I hit peak “What am I doing with my life?” because I embarrassed myself so much writing this that I had to pace around my apartment. I lost the plot. My laptop is judging me. My dogs won’t make eye contact.

Enjoy. Or don’t.

I hope you enjoy it tho requester!!! Here we go...

“You can’t just stand there and look pretty!” Jessie shouted over her shoulder. 

Cloud stood in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed tightly over his chest, radiating reluctance. He watched Jessie bustle around with infectious excitement, her hair swaying as she moved, completely unfazed by his cool demeanor. She grated cheese and kneaded dough, every action filled with enthusiasm.

“How long is this going to take?” he asked, his tone flat, eyes rolling slightly.

“Oh, come on, Cloud! It’ll go faster if you help me out.” Jessie grinned, tapping her fingers against the counter as she waited. Her bright, eager smile was almost blinding, but Cloud barely glanced up.

“Pretty sure you can handle it yourself,” he replied, voice flat. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, clearly content to just watch.

Jessie’s smile faltered, but she quickly shrugged it off, giving him a light nudge. “It’s cooking, not mission recon. Think you can manage that, Soldier Boy?”

His eyes narrowed at the jab, but he didn’t respond, just raised an eyebrow as if to say Really?

“Besides, you wouldn’t want to risk staining that tank top,” she teased, giving him a playful once-over. “Why don’t you take it off? You know… to keep things clean.”

Cloud rolled his eyes but finally tugged it off with a sigh, tossing it at her with a little more force than necessary. Jessie caught it and, without missing a beat, held out a frilly, pink apron in its place.

He looked at it like it was something that had crawled out of the slums. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am. You think you’re too cool, but you’re really just a softie, Cloud,” she sang out, grinning wider. “Now put it on.”

He stared her down for a moment, as if considering throwing it back, but then he slipped it on with an annoyed grunt, tying the string with as much disdain as he could muster.

“There,” she said, patting his shoulder. “Perfect. You’re officially my sous chef.” She handed him a knife and set a cutting board in front of him, tapping it. “Start with the peppers. Just think of it like… slicing up a monster, only way less gross.”

“Right,” he muttered, glancing down at the vegetables like they’d personally offended him.

She rolled her eyes, nudging him again. “Not too cool now, are you?”

“Cool enough to leave you to do this by yourself,” he deadpanned, though his hands were already reaching for a pepper.

Cloud turned his back to her, jaw clenched as he focused intensely on the chopping, hoping it would distract him from the faint heat creeping up his neck. But Jessie was relentless, and he could feel her closing in, her gaze practically drilling into his back.

"Come on, let’s see how cool you really are!” she chirped, the mischief unmistakable in her voice.

Before he could respond, he felt a swift tug at his waist—Jessie had grabbed his pants and yanked them down in one quick, startling motion.

“Jessie!” he barked, eyes wide, spinning around to pull them back up, but his hands missed as the waistband slipped lower, tangled around his knees. He stumbled backward, and before he knew it, he was on the floor with a heavy thud. His apron flipped up in the process, leaving him completely exposed.

For a beat, there was only silence.

Then Jessie’s face lit up, her eyes widening as she took in the sight, the realization dawning on her face. "Oh my god," she breathed, laughter bubbling out of her despite herself. "Cloud, are you—you're not even wearing any—?"

Cloud’s face flushed a deep crimson, and he scrambled to cover himself with the apron, every movement stiff with embarrassment. “Turn around,” he hissed, barely able to meet her gaze.

Jessie only grinned wider, clearly reveling in his discomfort. “Aw, what’s the matter, Mr. Too-Cool-For-Cooking? she cooed, barely containing her laughter. She crouched next to him, a teasing smile on her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you up… or maybe just make sure that apron’s nice and secure.”

With a quick motion, she wrapped his arms around his back and tied the apron strings tightly, effectively trapping him. Cloud’s cheeks flushed crimson as he squirmed, trying to regain some dignity. “This is ridiculous, Jessie!” he protested, glaring at her as his embarrassment mounted.

“Now you’re really ready for pizza duty!” she teased, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Cloud’s expression was a mix of anger and humiliation as he sat there, the weight of her playful mockery hanging in the air.

Jessie grinned mischievously as she effortlessly lifted Cloud to his feet, the pink frilly apron still clinging to him, leaving him feeling even more exposed. “You know, it’s kind of cute that you’re not wearing anything under this. I mean, what were you hoping for? An audience?” she teased, her laughter light and teasing as she spun him around.

Cloud’s heart raced at her words, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “Jessie!” he stammered, as he tried to regain his footing, but her grip on his tied hands kept him in check. “I didn’t think—”

“Clearly!” Jessie interrupted, stepping back to admire him, eyes sparkling as her smile stretched wider. She crossed her arms, looking him over with exaggerated approval. “Look at you, Chef Cloud! Taking your job in the kitchen so seriously!”

Her voice was laced with laughter, her tone teasing and relentless as she held his gaze, guiding him through the kitchen with her words like a puppeteer pulling strings. Cloud scowled, adjusting his apron with a grumble, but her grin only grew wider.

“Didn’t think my invitation to make pizza would turn into this, did you?” She laughed, her tone equal parts triumphant and amused. "Bet you thought you were here to help with the dough, not… strip down for the full cooking experience!”

Cloud’s face turned a deeper shade of crimson, and he glared at her, though the effect was weakened by his continued attempts to keep the apron in place. “Very funny, Jessie,” he muttered, shooting her a warning look that only seemed to fuel her amusement.

“Oh, come on!” she said, practically beaming. “This is way more fun than chopping veggies.” She tapped her chin, feigning deep thought. “Maybe I should’ve had you wear just the apron to begin with. Think of how much faster you’d move around the kitchen if you weren’t weighed down by all those clothes!”

Cloud struggled with the apron strings, and each time he twisted his wrists to free himself, the knot only tightened. Jessie took in his helpless state with a grin, her gaze never leaving his flushed face.

“Jessie, come on…” he muttered, his voice barely steady. Without his hands to shield him, he was left standing defenseless, caught in her playful trap.

“Oh, poor Cloud,” she cooed, stepping closer, eyes glinting with a mix of sympathy and mischief. “Are you feeling a bit… distracted?” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Can’t think straight?”

His face heated up, and he dropped his gaze, struggling to find words. “I… yeah,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. “I… can’t think straight. Not like this.”

She let out a soft, delighted laugh, brushing her fingers along his shoulder as she circled him, watching his jaw tense under her touch. A sly smile spread across her face. “Big, tough Cloud Strife can’t handle a little teasing?”

He swallowed, his cheeks blazing as he forced himself to meet her gaze. “It’s… more than a little.”

Her smile grew as she leaned even closer, her face inches from his. “And here I thought you were supposed to be the hero. But right now… you just look like my flustered little kitchen helper, totally at my mercy.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. His heart raced, his mind a whirl of jumbled thoughts, and all he could manage was a quiet, breathless confession. “I… I didn’t expect this.”

“Aw, that’s ok! I certainly did, now let’s make some magic happen!” she declared, moving him toward the different counter tops collecting pizza ingredients. “Or are you too busy being my little apron-clad assistant to help?”

Cloud couldn’t find the words anymore, lost in a whirlwind of Jessie’s mockery and the comfort of surrendering to the moment. “Just embrace it, Cloud,” she said softly, “You know you love being the center of attention.”

With his hands bound tightly behind his back by the apron strings, Cloud stumbled forward, awkward and unsteady, as Jessie guided him from behind with a gentle but unyielding hand. The tiny, frilly apron barely covered him, and each studdered step only seemed to amplify the flush on his face.

“Come on, Chef Cloud,” she said cheerfully, giving him a playful nudge that nearly sent him tripping over his own feet. His legs felt shaky, and he fought to keep his balance, each step a reminder of how utterly exposed he was.

Cloud’s head dipped, trying to avoid her amused gaze, but Jessie was relentless. “Having trouble?” she asked sweetly, her voice lilting with barely concealed laughter. She kept a firm hand on his shoulder, steering him across the kitchen like she was leading a clumsy, reluctant puppet.

A flush crept down his neck, his cheeks blazing as he tried to regain some semblance of control. But with each misstep and stumble, her hold over him tightened. Every move he made only seemed to strengthen the sense of power she had over him, and he couldn’t shake the humiliating feeling that he was completely under her command.

“You’re not going anywhere, ‘Chef,’” she cooed, leaning in close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek. “But look at you—blushing like this, can barely get a word out… Do you know how cute you are like this?”

Cloud swallowed hard, his voice coming out as a shaky murmur. “I… I didn’t… expect…”

“Oh, poor thing, you keep trying to say that” she mocked, her fingers trailing lightly across his shoulders, igniting an involuntary shiver that ran down his spine. “Did you really think you could just come over here, stand in the corner while I fed you pizza, and that would be it? Oh no, no, no…”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her breath warm against his ear. “But! I think you’ll like this so much more.”

He could barely look her in the eyes, his heart pounding as her words sank in. The playful, humiliating edge in her tone left him feeling so exposed, almost vulnerable in a way he’d never experienced.

Jessie tilted her head, observing his every reaction. “Look at you—squirming like some helpless little assistant.” She gave a low laugh. 

Cloud’s face burned, and he wanted to protest, but every word seemed to get tangled up in his head. He was utterly lost, trapped in this strange, embarrassing thrill she had wrapped him in.

“Not gonna talk back, huh?” she mused, clearly enjoying his speechlessness. “Guess I finally found the secret to making you obedient… Maybe I should tie you up in an apron more often.”

“I… I don’t…” Cloud’s voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible.

“Come on, spit it out, Cloud. Or are you too busy trying to process how good this feels?” Jessie’s teasing lilt was relentless, but there was a soft undertone beneath it, almost comforting in its playful control. “Let yourself enjoy it, okay? Just stop thinking so hard and let me guide you.”

His eyes widened, his breathing shallow as he realized just how much he wanted that. To surrender—to let her lead without thinking, without fighting. Jessie reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his face, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Good boy,” she whispered, a smirk playing at her lips as she took his chin and tilted his face up to meet her gaze. The words sent a shiver through him, an involuntary, undeniable thrill of submission.

Cloud’s cheeks ignited with heat as he struggled to articulate a coherent thought, each attempt slipping into a tangled mess of sounds. Jessie’s laughter rang out, a melodic tease that cut through his confusion.

“Aww, you really can’t even form a sentence, can you?” she cooed, tapping her finger against her lips in mock contemplation. “And here I thought you’d be a bit tougher in the kitchen!”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words tangled up again, lost in a garbled jumble. Jessie’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she plucked a bell pepper from the counter, an amused smirk dancing on her lips.

“Here, maybe this will keep you quiet,” she teased, and before he could react, she shoved the whole bell pepper into his open mouth. His eyes widened, crossing to focus on the bright vegetable lodged between his lips, an intense wave of humiliation crashing over him.

Jessie’s laughter bubbled up again as she watched him struggle, the bell pepper wobbling in his mouth. “Oh, look at you! You actually look kinda cute like this. But honestly, Cloud, even I’m a little embarrassed for you right now.”

His heart raced, face burning hotter as he squirmed, desperately trying to wriggle free from her grip. But with his hands tied behind him, he was entirely at her mercy.

“Guess this way, you don’t have to worry about talking anymore,” Jessie smirked, her fingers dancing along the edge of his tiny apron. “And I get to enjoy the view.”

Before he could process what was happening, she flipped the front of the apron up, exposing him completely. Cloud froze, shock rendering him motionless, his body overwhelmed with a mix of vulnerability and disbelief as she appraised him, her grin stretching wider.

“There we go—my little kitchen helper, all dressed up and fully… available.” She tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eye as she took in the sight before her. laughter spilling from her lips and filling the kitchen with a lightness that only deepened his humiliation. She tilted her head, studying him with a curious smirk, a playful glint lighting up her expression.

“Oh, Cloud,” she purred, her voice laced with teasing delight. “I had no idea you were… so modest. No wonder you’re always trying so hard to look tough! Guess you really were compensating, huh?”

Heat rushed to Cloud’s face, a deep crimson flooding his cheeks as her words sank in. His body tensed, instinctively trying to shrink away from her gaze, but Jessie’s fingers clamped down on his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. Her chuckle resonated in his ears, a sweet sound that only amplified his embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be shy!” Jessie cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she took in the sight of him. “Look at you—Mr. Hero, all that stoic, tough-guy talk… and now here you are, completely helpless in my kitchen. All tied up and… well,” she let her eyes trail over him with a dramatic sigh, “let’s be honest, a bit underwhelming, aren’t you?”

She pouted exaggeratedly, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “I’m sure you’ve done a great job making up for it, though,” she continued, her voice laced with faux encouragement. “Just think—strutting around all cool and collected, only to end up like this.” She gave him a light tap on the side, chuckling as he squirmed under her gaze. “Doesn’t feel so heroic now, does it?”

Jessie crouched down in front of him, her eyes alight with mischief as she took in the few inches of his flustered state. She tilted her head thoughtfully, as if deep in analysis, and gave a soft, amused hum. “You know, Cloud… this does explain a lot,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to him and then back to her “inspection.”

He swallowed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, heat rising in his face as he stood frozen in place.

“Carrying around that big sword everywhere, trying so hard to look all tough and invincible…” Her voice dripped with playful condescension, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. “Poor thing. No wonder you’re so cranky all the time.”

He bit down on the bell pepper stuffed in his mouth, a sharp, wet crunch breaking the silence as his jaw clenched tight, muscles straining with the effort to keep his composure. But Jessie’s gaze lingered, her scrutiny tracing over him with maddening precision, each second stoking something deep and unfamiliar within him. And just when he thought he could endure it, his body betrayed him, his arousal making his humiliation complete.

Jessie’s eyes widened in delight, her grin spreading as she took in the sight of him. A laugh bubbled out, full of mock surprise and amusement. “Oh, would you look at that!” she teased, her laughter echoing in his ears. “Seems like you’re really getting all worked up—and look, he’s even trying to stand up for you!”

She leaned in closer, barely holding back her laughter as she looked him over with a condescending smile. “How cute is that? My little kitchen helper’s putting on a show!”

Cloud’s face burned hotter than ever, and he turned his gaze away, mortified. She leaned in even closer, smirking as she watched his reaction. “Aww, don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s adorable

Cloud’s heart raced, the urge to protest bubbling up inside him, but the bell pepper lodged in his mouth stifled any sound. He stood there, fully exposed and utterly vulnerable, every fiber of his being throbbing with humiliation under Jessie’s watchful gaze.

She rose to her feet, bringing herself eye level with him, her laughter softening to a low, teasing murmur, yet still carrying that unmistakable edge. “Don’t worry,” she purred, her warm breath grazing his skin. “I’m sure you’ll still make a fine little kitchen helper.”

A smirk played at her lips as she leaned in, close enough for him to feel her presence entirely. She winked, her tone dripping with amusement. “Besides, at least now I know exactly what you’re working with.”

Her laughter rang out again, a melody of teasing that echoed around him, and Cloud felt himself slipping deeper into a mortified haze. Each mocking word washed over him like a wave, leaving him breathless and unable to think or speak, utterly surrendered to the playful torment Jessie expertly dished out.

She smirked, her grip firm yet playful as she spun Cloud around, her hands guiding his shoulders with a casual authority. He stumbled, his cheeks blazing a furious shade of crimson as he tried to keep his balance.

“Well… guess that little sausage won’t be needed anytime soon,” she teased, her tone dripping with mock disappointment as she adjusted the apron, covering him just enough. “Let’s keep our focus on the dough instead, shall we?”

With a gentle push, she eased him forward, bending him over the counter. Cloud gasped as his bare skin met the cool surface, a wave of vulnerability washing over him. His heart raced, and he could feel his face heat up even more, fully exposed with his hands still tied behind him by the frilly apron strings.

Leaning over him, Jessie placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, a soft chuckle escaping as she took in his flustered, helpless state. “Look at you,” she purred, voice dripping with amusement, “all laid out and ready to be my little helper.” Her tone was low and playful, a quiet taunt as she ran her gaze over him.

“If you wanted to help so badly, you could’ve just said so from the start!” she teased, smirking as he squirmed under her touch. “Now, if we’re going to make a proper pizza, we need to start with a good, firm base.” Her words lingered in the air, layered with suggestion, and she gave his shoulders a little squeeze, fully relishing her newfound control.

With a sudden, mischievous gleam in her eye, she grabbed a handful of flour and lifted it high, letting it rain down over his back. Then, without warning, she delivered a firm slap to his bare ass. The sharp impact made Cloud jolt, his body trembling in shock as a thin layer of flour dusted his skin, clinging to him like an embarrassing reminder of his current predicament.

“Perfect! See? That’s just the right amount of flour,” she laughed, reveling in the way he squirmed. “Now, you know what comes next in pizza-making, right? We knead the dough.” Her hands pressed against his hips, fingers sinking into his skin with just enough pressure to hold him in place. “You have to work it over and over, make sure it’s soft, pliable… and totally under control.”

Cloud’s head swam, his face tense as Jessie’s hands began to “knead” him, her fingers pressing into his skin in a mock demonstration. His jaw clenched, brows knitting together as he tried to hold himself steady, but each squeeze sent a fresh surge of heat rushing through him, his composure slipping little by little.

Jessie leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I think you learn better with a hands-on approach, don’t you?” Her fingers dug in just a bit more, and a faint, reluctant shiver betrayed him, his face flushed as he fought to hide just how much she was unraveling him.

“Mmmsie, haa…” he tried to mumble, but the words caught in his throat behind the bell pepper, lost in a mix of shock and embarrassment as her hands continued their slow, deliberate motions.

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she giggled, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “But not to worry, Chef Cloud. This is all part of the process. After all, every pizza needs a good, firm base—one that can take a little extra pressure.” Her fingers pressed down just enough to make him squirm, sending shivers through him as he struggled to hold still.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it already!” she teased, delivering another hard smack that left his skin tingling, her gaze sparkling with satisfaction as his body tensed under her touch. “We’ll get through all the steps together. You just have to stay nice and obedient for me.”

Cloud could only nod, his mind hazy with humiliation and a strange thrill coursing through him as she guided him through her own brand of “pizza-making.” 

A muffled moan escaped around the bell pepper wedged in his mouth as she continued her playful “kneading,” her hands pressing and squeezing his ass. Each touch sent electric shivers racing up his spine, and he squirmed against the cool countertop, feeling utterly vulnerable and completely exposed.

Jessie’s laughter rang through the kitchen, rich with amusement. "Oh, would you listen to that? Looks like this dough is… extra sensitive." She punctuated her words with a firm squeeze, coaxing another moan from him. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, the sound escaping his lips involuntarily, echoing off the tiled walls.

“Poor thing, you’re just too easy to work with,” she cooed, leaning in close, her breath ghosting over his neck. “You know, most dough doesn’t make these little noises. But here you are, moaning away… it’s almost like you’re enjoying this, Chef Cloud.”

His face flushed deeper, and he attempted to shake his head in denial, but all that came out was a muffled whimper around the pepper. Jessie chuckled, clearly savoring his helplessness. She ran her hand along his back, her weight pressing down on him just enough to pin him against the counter.

"Sensitive and pliable,” she mocked softly, her fingers tracing teasing circles on his skin. “Guess I’d better be careful with this dough—I wouldn’t want it to get too worked up, would I?”

With a swift flick of her wrist, she delivered another sharp smack, and Cloud jolted, a helpless moan escaping before he could stop it. His rear gave a soft, involuntary jiggle from the impact, the slight movement only adding to his embarrassment.

Jessie’s eyes sparkled with delight as she looked him over, feigning pity with a slow shake of her head. “Oh, just look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re the most responsive dough I’ve ever had in my kitchen—practically begging for every press, every squeeze…”

With a smirk, she slid her hands to his hips, giving them a firm grip as she nudged his rear upward. “Gotta help this dough rise, after all,” she teased, lifting him slightly and giving his cheeks a playful, jiggling shake. “Nice and thick, too—perfect for working with.” Her fingers squeezed again, and she laughed softly, clearly savoring every bit of his mortification. “Who knew my little kitchen helper would turn out so… moldable?”

Cloud squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could vanish. Yet, with every humiliating touch, his body betrayed him, reacting to her playful control.

Leaning over him, Jessie’s voice dripped with playful cruelty. “Good thing you’re gagged with that pepper… We wouldn’t want the neighbors hearing my little kitchen helper getting all worked up over a simple pizza-making lesson.” As she spoke, she delivered another slow, firm knead, her hands relishing the way he squirmed beneath her touch.

“Well, Chef Cloud, I think this dough needs a bit more… attention,” she murmured. With both hands, she delivered a series of light, rhythmic pats to his cheeks, each gentle smack making his hips bounce slightly, his body responding despite his best efforts to stay composed. A helpless, wild whine escaped him, leaving him flushed and breathless, caught in a whirlwind of vulnerability and the thrill he couldn’t deny.

Jessie chuckled, her laughter low and full of satisfaction. “There we go—nice and responsive,” she cooed, watching him squirm. “You’re really just perfect for this, aren’t you? And to think, you didn’t even want to help at first.”

She picked up a bright green jalapeño from the counter, its glossy skin catching the light as she turned it over slowly in her fingers, a hint of mischief dancing in her gaze. She leaned in closer to Cloud, her voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper that sent a fresh rush of heat through him.

“You know, Chef Cloud,” she murmured, her breath warm against his cheek, “I like to add a little spice to my dough. It gives it… just that extra bit of flavor.” With a playful grin, she trailed the tip of the jalapeño along his exposed skin, the coolness of the pepper contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body as he squirmed beneath her touch.

Cloud's cheeks flared crimson, a helpless moan escaping around the bell pepper gagging him. Each muffled sound only seemed to fuel her amusement. Jessie brushed the jalapeño against him, barely pressing it to his sensitive skin, delighting in the way he flinched and trembled under her teasing.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” she cooed, her voice laced with mock sweetness as she held up the jalapeño, spinning it thoughtfully in her hand. “Is my dough feeling a little too… spiced up?” She brought the tip of the pepper just a fraction closer, her eyes studying his tense, wide-eyed expression with delight. Cloud squirmed, his breath catching, and a soft whimper escaped him, his entire body tensing as if bracing for what she might do.

Jessie chuckled, clearly savoring every moment of his panic. “Look at you, making all these big noises over a little jalapeño,” she taunted, her tone as light as it was wicked. “Aren’t you supposed to be the tough guy?” She let the pepper press a bit more firmly, holding it steady, each lingering touch making him feel her control. “Come on, Chef Cloud. Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little heat.”

Jessie brought the jalapeño even closer, hovering it just near his most vulnerable spot. Cloud’s entire body stiffened, his hips giving a slight, fearful shake as he tried to pull away, his breath quickening with panic.

She laughed, the sound low and delighted, watching his reaction with endless amusement. After a long, suspenseful moment, she gently set the pepper back on the counter, her grin widening as she noticed him exhale, visibly calming, though his legs wobbled beneath him, feeling utterly drained and useless.

Jessie’s smirk widened as she casually reached for the cucumber instead, lifting it up so it filled Cloud’s entire field of vision. His eyes went wide, the color draining from his face as he tensed, a strangled, muffled sound escaping from him around the bell pepper still stuffed in his mouth.

She gave it a slight twist in her hand, her gaze never leaving him. “Well, the jalapeño was far too small for this recipe," she teased, her voice low and deliberate. “We need something… much bigger."

Cloud’s body stiffened, every muscle straining as he struggled against the helplessness, the overwhelming dread of what she might do next. His hips shifted nervously, but there was nowhere to escape.

“Oh, look at you,” she taunted, waving the cucumber just out of reach, savoring his squirming. “All flustered over a little garnish, are we? You should be grateful I’m adding so much to this… recipe.”

She dragged the cool vegetable down his back, trailing it slowly along his spine, watching as he shivered beneath each touch. When she brought it lower, he tensed, his body going still as she pressed the edge against him, his muffled whimpers betraying his nerves.

Jessie leaned in close, her voice dropping to a murmur thick with mock tenderness. “You’re such a responsive little helper,” she purred, her breath warm against his skin. With a playful glint in her eyes, she began to slide the cucumber toward him, pressing it gently against him.

Cloud’s heart raced, a jolt of shock coursing through his body as she started to insert it. The sensation sent waves of tension through him, his whole form tensing and writhing under the unexpected pressure. He gasped, eyes bulging wide in disbelief as embarrassment flooded his cheeks, turning them a deep crimson that spread down to his neck.

Jessie had to work at it, her fingers gripping firmly as she applied steady pressure, each inch feeling like an eternity. The cucumber stretched him, a strange mix of discomfort and overwhelming sensation igniting a fire deep within him. He felt every inch as she pressed forward, leaving him breathless and overwhelmed, caught in the intoxicating swirl of humiliation and involuntary thrill.

He couldn’t hold back the helpless moan that escaped him, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen as he struggled against the overwhelming sensation. Droplets of saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth, sliding around the bell pepper and pooling on his chin, betraying his futile attempt to maintain some semblance of composure.

Each calculated movement she made pushed him deeper into a haze of confusion and desire, amplifying the heat coursing through him. The pressure, the fullness, it was all consuming, leaving him utterly at her mercy, vulnerable and exposed. The world around him blurred, his focus narrowing to her teasing smile and the way her fingers expertly guided him further into this bewildering experience.

Jessie’s gaze sparkled with delight as she watched him squirm, Cloud’s breath quickened, each gasp filling the air with tension. The weight of humiliation layered over the intensity of his sensations.

“Perfect,” Jessie murmured, stepping back to take in the sight of Cloud, the cucumber firmly in place, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She gave him a swift, stinging smack, her fingers lingering on his skin just long enough to make him flinch and straighten up instinctively, his cheeks blazing with embarrassment.

“Oh, look at that,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock approval. “Already standing a little prouder for me, aren’t you?”

Jessie gripped the apron strings with one hand, tugging him up to his feet, while her other hand held the cucumber firmly, guiding him forward like a joystick. Each tiny adjustment she made sent him stumbling in the direction she wanted, his steps shaky and unsteady as she steered him toward the counter.

Cloud felt every small motion acutely, his body responding involuntarily to her touch as she manipulated him with precision. Each shift and tug left him painfully aware of his lack of control, his cheeks flushed in helpless embarrassment as Jessie grinned, delighting in how easily she could maneuver him with her new “controller.” Every misstep, every unsteady tremor beneath her touch only fueled her amusement, leaving him fully at her mercy, completely directed by her whims.

“Alright, let’s get you over here,” she said brightly, gesturing toward a new counter. “Can’t have my little helper slacking off.” She gave him a playful pat, chuckling at how he nearly stumbled.

“Worked up over just a few… extra ingredients,” she mocked, her tone rich with amusement as she tugged him along, his flushed face and rigid posture betraying his utter humiliation.

Cloud staggered forward, eyes glazed, every step a struggle as Jessie guided him around the kitchen with firm hands. His body was unsteady, legs trembling, barely able to keep up as the cucumber inside him kept him stretched and hyper-aware. Soft, helpless sounds escaped his lips, his flushed face betraying the dizzying mix of shame and helpless arousal.

Jessie glanced down, her smirk widening as she noticed the small bulge pressing against his apron. With a quick, teasing lift, she exposed him again, her laughter ringing out as he shrank under her gaze. “Can’t have my little helper messing up his apron, now can we?” Her words cut through his haze, each taunt only deepening his blush as he wavered, struggling to keep his footing.

She led him along, calling out cheerfully, “Everyone should know why I call you my little chef!” Her voice held a playful cruelty, every word twisting the knot of humiliation tightening in his chest.

With a mischievous gleam, Jessie leaned close, slipping the bell pepper from his mouth and letting him gasp for air, his breath ragged. Dazed and unsteady, he blinked up at her, still processing, as she tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of mock concern. “Oh, what’s wrong, Chef Cloud?” she cooed, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "You look like you’ve got something to say.”

When he opened his mouth, the words faltered on his lips, and Jessie let out a soft laugh. “Aw, you’re struggling, huh?” she purred, pretending to help him along, her words almost babying him. “Come on, now. Use those little words of yours—do you know why I call you my little chef?”

Cloud swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “B-Because… I’m…” His voice wavered, the humiliation making his throat tighten. But Jessie just leaned in closer, twisting the cucumber slowly, a subtle pressure that made his body jolt, forcing his words into a high-pitched squeak. “...because I’m little.”

Jessie’s grin widened as the confession left his lips, his voice barely more than a whimper. She hummed in satisfaction, savoring his embarrassment as his body gave an involuntary twitch, his cheeks flushing deeper, utterly betrayed by his own reaction.

“Exactly!” she shouted, clapping her hands together as if in over-the-top pride. “I knew from the second I met you that you’d be a real wizard in the kitchen! And now look at you, putting your whole self into the job. Really giving it your all!” She took a moment to laugh, the sound filling the kitchen as she leaned in, her eyes gleaming with delight.

“I mean, just look at you,” she continued, her voice dropping to a teasing purr. “I bet you’ve never felt so ridiculous in your life, have you?” Her hand gave a playful pat, emphasizing just how exposed he was. “I’m so happy I talked you into this—turns out you’re a natural at… well, taking directions like this.”

Cloud’s thoughts spiraled as he tried to grasp her words, his entire body buzzing with embarrassment. “J-Jessie… please…” he managed to whisper, his voice trembling, the heat radiating from his cheeks almost unbearable as he fought to keep his balance under her relentless teasing.

“Please, what?” she laughed, giving his backside a playful smack that sent him stumbling forward, his cheeks flushing deeper. “Please let everyone see just how little my little chef really is?”

She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, each word dripping with mock sweetness. “With all that tough-guy bravado, who’d have guessed you’d end up like this? Were you secretly hoping to lose your pants out in the field?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head with an exaggerated sigh. “I mean, really, no underwear? Though…” she eyed him with a smirk, “I guess I can see why you wouldn’t think you’d need em, nothing to really hold in place.”

Jessie swept her hand dramatically down his trembling form, savoring every sign of his vulnerability. Her fingers slowly traced along his back until they reached his backside, giving the cucumber a slow, deliberate twist. Cloud's knees buckled, a helpless whimper slipping from his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Oh, there it is again!” she cooed, her voice laced with amusement. “My goodness, you’re so sensitive. Looks like we’ve found our new… special ingredient.” Her chuckle was rich with satisfaction as his blush deepened, his whole body betraying him.

Jessie smirked as she roughly nudged the cucumber deeper, watching with delight as Cloud’s whole body tensed, his mouth forming a tight, shocked “O.” His eyes widened, and a flush of heat climbed up his neck as he struggled to keep his balance, his breath coming out in a shuddering gasp.

“There we go,” she murmured, amused by every helpless response. “Now, don’t be shy, little chef. Let’s hear how much you love helping me out here.” Her voice held a teasing edge, savoring every ounce of his embarrassment as he tried to find the words, his face a deep crimson.

Cloud swallowed hard, his heart racing, every nerve in his body on edge. “I… I love…” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, thick with humiliation. Jessie’s grin widened as she leaned in, giving the cucumber another firm push that made his body jolt, his mouth dropping wide open in a soft gasp.

“Oh, don’t get shy now,” she cooed, guiding him with each word. “Come on, say it nice and clear—‘I love being your little helper,’” she prompted, pushing slightly again to draw out his confession.

Cloud’s voice trembled as he repeated her words, his humiliation nearly overwhelming. “I… love being your little helper…” he murmured, barely able to meet her gaze. But his body betrayed him, a telltale twitch of arousal responding to her teasing, growing more pronounced as her gaze swept over him.

Jessie chuckled, thoroughly pleased as she watched him struggle. “Oh, look at that,” she whispered with mock surprise, eyes dancing with amusement. “Seems like my little helper’s extra enthusiastic about his role.” She gave the cucumber another subtle nudge, making him shudder, his arousal giving another involuntary twitch as he tried, and failed, to hide his reaction. “Now that’s what I call some dedication!”

With a playful smirk, Jessie took hold of the cucumber still lodged behind him, and began guiding Cloud around the kitchen. Each step seemed to heighten his embarrassment, his cheeks burning as he stumbled along, fully exposed and entirely at her mercy. Jessie reveled in every shaky movement, savoring his vulnerability as she directed him with pride.

“There we go,” she murmured, keeping her tone light and teasing. “My little chef, right where he belongs.” She steered him effortlessly, basking in his mortification as he followed her lead, wholly surrendered and lost in the depths of his own humiliation.

Jessie grinned as she led Cloud back to the counter, her hand firm on his shoulder as she bent him forward, guiding his trembling form into place. With his arms still tied, his entire body was on display, his face flushed deep red, eyes averted in pure, helpless embarrassment.

“Great work little chef,” she murmured with a little pat on his back, letting her hand linger just long enough to make him squirm. She reached for the bowl of sauce, swirling her fingers in it, then began to trail it along his back, each cool drip rolling down his skin in slow, tickling trickles. "Time to add a little flavor to our dough," she purred, her voice laced with amusement.

The sauce spread along his back, pooling and sticking as she worked, and Cloud could barely keep steady, every nerve on edge. Jessie chuckled, clearly delighting in each shiver that coursed through him as she sprinkled a handful of cheese over the sauce, watching it cling to his skin.

“Looking good, little chef,” she teased, dragging her fingers down his back as she added more ingredients, the cool cheese a stark contrast against his warm skin. “All dressed up in sauce and cheese—what a snack!” She gave the cucumber a forced nudge, as if to keep him in place, his body tensing and releasing on its own accord.

"Such a good little helper," she cooed, her breath warm as she leaned close to his ear, letting her words sink in. "All laid out and ready. You must really love being my little chef, don’t you?"

His voice caught, a small, strangled sound escaping as she continued her slow, mocking touches, each word sinking him further into his dazed, helpless state.

Jessie looked down at Cloud, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a playful smirk dancing across her lips. “Okay, Cloud, now it’s time for that tiny sausage! But there’s a catch: no hands!” 

Her voice dripped with teasing intent as she guided him into position, her hands firm on his shoulders. She straightened him up off the counter, and he immediately felt the cool, sticky remnants of tomato sauce and cheese drip down his back, slicking against his skin and trailing down his sides. The sensation was strangely uncomfortable, as it slid lower, collecting at the curve of his lower back and dripping down his legs.

Jessie, unfazed, lined him up with the counter, making sure he was perfectly positioned. Her touch was assertive, guiding him into place as the weight of the situation pressed down on him, making every nerve in his body hum with awareness. When she took a firm hold of the cucumber, he felt a flush creep up his neck, his body betraying him in ways he couldn’t control.

She twisted and tugged on the cucumber, guiding him to find just the right angle. “Let’s see how well you can cook without your hands,” she urged, her tone mock-serious. “I know we can find that magic spot and you can share your secret sauce with us!”

A wave of embarrassment washed over Cloud as Jessie took control, tightly gripping the cucumber, each movement magnifying his awareness of her touch. She began to rock him back on the vegetable, while she shoved it forward, her rhythm a teasing push and pull until she discovered that sensitive spot. Laughter bubbled while she wiggled it relentlessly into that secret bundle of nerves. He squirmed, helpless to contain his body’s responses.

“Oh, look at you,” she taunted, her gaze gleeful as she watched his body react to her every movement. “I can tell this is a little too much for my little chef! That spot must be pretty tender, huh? But I know you’re just so eager to add your very own secret ingredient!”

She watched his reactions with delight, her laughter ringing out as she began to work him harder with the cucumber. Each thrust made his body shudder, and he quickly found himself losing control, she muffled his cries by quickly shoving the bell pepper back into his mouth. 

“Aw, looks like our pizza’s getting really hot, almost done!” she teased, her voice full of amusement as she continued to move him. “I knew you’d be sensitive, but this is just too good! Who knew my little chef would be so loud? We don’t even need a timer!”

Cloud’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he struggled against the sensations. Jessie leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “You know, if you wanted to keep your secret ingredient to yourself, you should have thought twice before letting me have my way with you,” she mocked lightly, pushing him just a bit harder, her grin widening.

As she continued to work him, Cloud could feel the tension building, the embarrassment flooding his senses as he fought to hold on. Jessie’s laughter filled the air, each sound mixing with his muffled whimpers. “Come on, little chef! I want to see that secret ingredient come out! Show me how much you’ve been enjoying our little cooking session!”

With one final thrust, Cloud lost the last of his resolve, the pressure inside him finally breaking as he let out a muffled cry. Jessie laughed, clearly enjoying every second of it. “And there it is folks! I knew you had it in you!” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. “Who would have thought my little chef was hiding such a secret ingredient all along?”

Cloud's limbs felt like overcooked noodles, his body melting against the countertop as he surrendered to the sensation. His breathing was shallow, every gasp a testament to his exhaustion. The world around him swirled in a hazy blur, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, each blink feeling like a weight lifting. Jessie’s laughter echoed in his ears, but it was muffled, distant, as he floated in a cloud of delightful fatigue, utterly spent and deliciously pliable under her touch.

“Oh, Chef Cloud,” she murmured, her voice a soft taunt, “looks like you’re leaving quite the… impression on my kitchen.” She chuckled, glancing down at the counter, noting how his secret sauce was everywhere.

As he stood there, dazed and red-faced, Jessie ran a patronizingly gentle hand over his shoulder, her touch exaggerated in a show of mock praise. “There we go,” she cooed, guiding him with a light nudge as he stood, all but useless, leaning into her support. “You’ve been such a big help today, haven’t you?” Her voice was sweet, almost indulgent, her eyes dancing with amusement as he shifted awkwardly under her hand.

Jessie’s eyes sparkled as a sudden, wicked idea formed, her grin widening as she took in Cloud's vulnerable state, leaning dazed and defenseless in her arms. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his flushed skin, murmuring in a tone dripping with playful intent, “Well, Chef Cloud, every good chef has to taste their work, right?” she teased, her voice dripping with mock seriousness as she held him steady, her gaze locking onto his.

Cloud's cheeks flared a deep crimson, the heat radiating from his face as he struggled to process her words. His entire body felt like lead, exhaustion weighing him down, and the pounding of his heart only added to the overwhelming sensation of embarrassment. He stared at her, his thoughts muddled, and for a moment, he wondered if he could muster the strength to resist her playful coaxing.

Jessie chuckled softly, the sound both teasing and encouraging, as she gave him a light pat on the shoulder that sent a ripple of warmth through him. “Come on,” she said, her smirk widening. “Think of it as part of the experience. A true chef always goes all-in!”

Cloud’s mind spun, teetering on the edge of surrender as he grappled with the notion. He felt utterly drained, his resolve slipping away like sand through his fingers, and he nodded slowly, barely able to hold himself upright. “Okay…,” he managed, his voice barely more than a whisper, the weight of exhaustion making him all too easy to convince.

Jessie leaned in closer, her smirk widening as she took in the way Cloud's eyes darted nervously, his cheeks burning a bright crimson. “That’s the spirit!” With a deliberate slowness, she dragged her finger through the mess he made on the counter, lifting it with an exaggerated flourish, savoring every moment of his torment.

"Open up, Chef Cloud," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You put so much into this—don’t you want a taste?"

Cloud felt his face heat even more, his lips parting slightly in stunned hesitation. The exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and he struggled to find his footing as she tilted her head, a knowing glint in her eyes, edging her finger closer to his mouth, waiting for him to respond.

His heart raced, the intense humiliation knotting his stomach as he finally surrendered, opening his mouth with a small, shaky exhale. Jessie slid her finger past his lips, her smile wicked and triumphant as she held his gaze, drawing out every second of his discomfort. 

“Mmm, there you go. Bet that tastes so good, doesn’t it? Straight from your own little sausage… yum, yum.” she cooed

Cloud’s face burned hotter, his eyes slipping closed as he felt her finger press against his tongue. Each word she spoke sent another wave of submission washing over him, his mind blanking as he sank deeper, fully under her control.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her tone almost soothing but laced with unmistakable satisfaction. “Just like that, little chef. Taste every bit. Don’t you want to make me proud?”

He felt his resistance melt entirely at her words, his shoulders relaxing, his breathing shallow. Caught up in her mocking praise, he nodded faintly, too deep in the moment to do anything but follow her lead.

Jessie dipped her finger back into the remnants on the counter, scooping up even more before holding it up, watching Cloud’s dazed, submissive expression with a grin. “Open wide, little chef,” she purred, slipping her finger back between his parted lips. "Mmm, save some for the rest of us, now. Don’t get too greedy."

His eyes fluttered as her finger pressed onto his tongue, tasting every bit as she laughed softly. “Oh, wow,” she murmured with a teasing smirk, noticing his flushed cheeks and unsteady breathing. "Looks like you really like it, huh?"

Her words sank into him, each one making him feel smaller and more exposed. He gave a shaky nod, the last of his control slipping as she held him there, her mocking praise making his head spin.

Finally, Jessie guided Cloud back to the center of the kitchen, her hands firm yet gentle as she positioned him, every touch leaving him even more exposed. The pink frilly apron still doing very little to conceal his modesty, its fabric barely covering him and only emphasizing his vulnerability. His eyes were glazed over, breaths shallow and uneven, as he let her maneuver him without resistance, lost in a haze of submission.

Stepping back, Jessie tilted her head, surveying her work with a proud smile curving her lips. Cloud stood there, utterly vulnerable, a picture of helplessness as he surrendered completely to her.

With a slow, teasing motion, she reached down and gave the cucumber a final twist. His body shivered at the sensation, a soft whimper escaping his lips as his cheeks flushed even deeper, yet he remained still, completely slack in his posture. Jessie couldn't help but admire how cute he looked like this, a playful grin spreading across her face.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a mix of teasing and genuine warmth as she gave him a light pat on his shoulder. “Stay right there. I’ll handle cleanup.” With a satisfied nod, she stepped away, leaving him in that vulnerable, unwavering stance, savoring the scene she had created and the power she held over him.

Jessie stepped back, admiring Cloud's submission with a satisfied smirk. As she began to tidy up the kitchen, she called over her shoulder, “You know, Cloud, you were right. You can just stand there and look pretty.”

At her words, he twitched slightly, a soft gasp escaping his lips as his cheeks flared with an even deeper shade of red. Jessie caught the reaction and giggled to herself, relishing in the way her playful teasing sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through him. She turned back to her tasks, her heart racing with delight at the sight of him, completely under her spell and utterly captivating in his vulnerability.