#the most demure the cutest

[cuntlos]

carlos at the dutch gp

via carlossainz.es; edited by me

[offlowersandflightlessbirds]

Charithra (Vivi) doing the Apple tiktok dance with Camrus (Mr. 5), Iñaki (Luffy), Julia (Tashigi) and OPLA Showrunner Matt Owens

They're already bonding you guys sooo cute 🥹😭🤧

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[sciderman]

web of spider-man #43

[ficandkaboodle]

Alright I’ll admit it: Dicks for the very most part freak me out. They’re frankly ugly, every one I have seen in real life has been against my will (yay for living in a city where so many men piss like dogs right in front of you), and the association with penetration has done them no favors.

But with that said

I trust Copia’s dick. It does not possess the malice or will to hurt me. It is a friendly dick. It is considerate, very demure, very mindful. It would watch my drink at a party, it would answer my texts, I could sit next to it beneath a blanket on the couch while watching a movie and not feel pressured to do anything besides feel safe and warm and appreciated.

I am certain it is the cutest dick ever. An aesthetically pleasant thing deserving of its own personalized blog complete with lace and doily-like backgrounds. It is a dick I can get behind, and it would thank me for it.

[weebsinstash]

could we get some valentino x male reader pls?

Bruh I've been actually on Valentino x male/intersex male Reader so hard lately (and I don't mention intersex for like fetish reasons but. I don't know what having a dick feels like and sometimes I'm like "well what if boy but. Vagine" and, shut up its my gender expression power fantasy, maybe I wanna have muscles and broad shoulders, leave me alone 💀)

Right off the top of my head, I've had ideas recently for:

-boy band lead vocalist! male Reader! Just. Ok. Imagine Reader and Angel having kind of a beef with each other and at some point it becomes a sort of "oh yeah, well I can XYZ better than you" kind of competition amd Angel says some shit like "you wouldn't know what it takes to come out here and strut for a bunch of perverts who look at you like you're a piece of meat" and you just hit him with some shit like "bitch I LITERALLY sucked FIVE DICKS so I could headline for the Superbowl, you fucking LOSER, you dont know ACTUAL music, i was AN ARTIST" and you start belting out something sexy with a choreographed dance that is clearly professional level skill

-male Reader with a little sister and you protect her from Valentino by offering to take her place. You've never sucked a single dick in your life and hell you might not even be gay but Valentino has your baby sister's life in his hands and, you've got to protect HER if not yourself

- ughhhhhh I'm probably gonna make this it's own post too but I've been ON my "unwilling red string soulmate" personal indulgence lately and. Just. Valentino who sees his red string appear and OBVIOUSLY he's gotta RUN to find his boo and he finds you and immediately thinks you're the most precious adorable sexy little thing, BUT. You just. Look straight at him and how HUGE he is and reply "i-im not... actually into men 😳" which is a LIE of course and, here's Valentino thinking, AW, his poor little baby gay! You've never had a boyfriend or gone to any clubs? TRAGIC! But also perfect because he is just TICKLED watching you get flustered beyond belief! So cute!

-I feel like. He would try and give you boners on purpose and think it's the cutest most erotic thing. He's got you sitting next to him and you're filled with liquor and he starts REALLY laying on the flirting, maybe even... places his palm on your upper thigh and BOOM. Hard as a rock and you can't even hide it because he makes you wear tight pants all the time. He's just over there, "what's going on amorcito? :3c you feeling a little hot under the collar?" as if he didn't just spend like 15 minutes talking about how he'd love to get you on your back and touch EVERY INCH of you, how he'd love to TASTE you--

-this is gender neutral but, convinced he eventually forces you to do some of those sexy pin-ups with him and one day you're walking around Vee Tower and he just has that shit HANGING UP. Poster You is just braced against his chest looking at the camera all demure and vulnerable while he's like. Got his guns out looking all tough like "mess with my pookie and you're through" and of course he makes you do. Sexy ones. Matching lingerie?

-I think of forced feminization with a male Reader sometimes actually. Like you wear boxy unflattering shit on purpose and one day Vals just like "you've got a small waist for a guy" and is checking you over. It starts off small. He starts wanting to style you. Then he wants you to update your skincare routine. Which is all fine right? But then he starts pushing his personal tastes. You've got such nice muscular thighs... which is why you would look so nice in some fishnets. He'd love to see your cute little butt in a thong while you cover your dick with your hands in MAJOR EMBARRASSMENT. You've got such pretty eyes; can Daddy put some mascara on you?

Valentino straight up punishing you by dressing you in full lingerie, your ass is in garters, heels, full glam makeup, and forcing you to pose for some cell phone pics

-still over here just mentally 🤌🤌🤌 at the idea of Valentino taking male Reader out with him and Angel and you've got matching outfits. You and Angel are in little skimpy, color matching fits while he's in a suit and gold chain, something that makes him feel powerful while he shows off his favorite toys

-I rllllly like the idea of like, a male Reader who is a honeypot assassin. You can be extremely charismatic and charming and seductive but it's all a front; you're an S tier actor and you take your targets down when they least expect it. The Vees are all at the club and some upstart wannabe new Overlord decides to attack and you just JOHN WICK THAT SHIT. Picture the Vees just sitting there, everything is peaceful, suddenly, in a flash, you move your serving tray in front of Valentino just in time to block a bullet. All three Vees are like wtf? How did you even know? What's going on? You proceed to totally wreck shit improvising weapons as the attacker and his goons charge forth and you even wind up grabbing a whip from a nearby dancer and using it as a WEAPON WEAPON and that shit looks like it HURTS. You're out here "Michelle Pfeiffer taking out 5 mannequin heads in one take"ing that shit. You're cutting people IN HALF (because having hell powers is cool leave me alone)

-i like the idea of male Reader who was a professional male model and a bit of a tailor himself, like a real kind of posh art student kind of type. You're with Valentino and Velvette notices how impeccably you're dressed and asks you where you bought it, you just, not so humbly brush yourself off. "Oh no, I made this myself. Nothing down here really fit my tastes" and suddenly you're like, custom designing wardrobes for ALL the Vees

Honestly just "Reader in XYZ Profession is exploited by Val/the Vees for their skills" is an idea I've had a lot. You have a hobby in baking so they always want food from you. You used to cook drugs so they make you work for them. You're a polyglot so youre taken along on business meetings to make sure none of the Vees business partners are planning shit in front of them. Like. Imagine just being the bitch who sits in the corner of the meeting room and shoots project/product ideas at them and it's like ACTUALLY successful and they're totally receptive and like you. You're just "Hey Valentino, what if you and Velvette did a collab on a waterproof mascara where you shot a porno in one continuous take so you can show the actor putting on the mascara, setting it down on the vanity, and then they start choking on a dick and their mascara doesn't run" like. They love you. Vox is just like "so, any new ideas today" and you're just using your VoxTek Premium Exclusive Black Card to cut coke into lines, "*snooooooort* uhhhhh.... I got some ideas for some stupid little mobile games you can put tons of micro transactions in? Like just before i died there was this one game that was getting really popular but it had a lot missing, we could-" and they could all just kiss you

-on God, Fs in the chat for virgin male Readers who have Valentino finally pop that cherry. I feel like he'd find out you've never had so much as fingers in your ass and within that WEEK you're being dosed with love potion and taking him balls deep

-Val's the kinda yandere where he tells you you're safe being closeted with him, he'll keep your secret, he'll let you stay on the downlow, but one day he so much as ASSUMES disrespect from you and he's immediately letting everyone know exactly who you belong you. You're arguing with him and you go completely silent and cross your arms or some shit and he just takes a hit from his cigarette, "you know you looked a lot more handsome when you were screaming on my cock the other night" and outs you just like that, either as gay or as fucking him or both. Imagine Angel not knowing you slept with Val and he immediately gives you this hurt expression BECAUSE HE TOTALLY DOESNT HAVE A THING FOR YOU TOO

-Valentino would absolutely make male Reader and Angel fuck while he watches and or films it, and also tbh I feeeeeeeel like. Angel would be ok with trans or intersex men tbh? Idk. It's not clear exactly what his taste in men is? He doesn't mind when men are shorter than him, so, like, is he a switch? He gives huge switch energy and let's face it, that's one TALL twink. I mean look at him holding Charlie! He's strong for his size too! Pole dancing takes a lot of upper body strength!

Oh no... not me suddenly thinking about a scarier yandere angel dust who is a lot stronger than you thought... Yandere Angel Dust who corners you and takes you completely by surprise and you get a GUTTING display of just how strong his arms actually are. You're thinking "oh he's just some lanky bottom twink, he couldnt overpower me, in fact I'm scared i might hurt him, he's delicate" but like HONEY HE CAN SUPPORT HIS ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT BY JUST HIS ARMS OR THIGHS. He's a FIT twink.

-ive said it before but uh once Angel Has It Bad Enough, like Bad Bad Bad, he's over here, "oh Daddy, I'm just soOoOo scared uxu ya know my buddy Reader, that one ya think is cute? Well, he was drinkin' earlier and he mentioned wanting to move FAR away and he wouldn't tell me WHERE 🥺 I'm just so worried he won't be able to take care of himself, you know, what, with all that trauma about his FATHER and-- oh he didn't tell you? He's really vulnerable to BIG. SCARY MEN and im wooooorrrrrriiiied, what if he gets hurt, talk to him Daddy PleeeeEEeEease? 🥺" like. He might still hate Val's fucking guts but he's high on coke and watching Valentino put some real inches in you and he's having the most explosive guilt-filled nut of his entire afterlife

-im sorry I'm just picturing Reader being like "I'm not fucking gay, fuck off, leave me alone" and Velvette just not even looking up from her phone, "I saw you using that $200 hand cream. You're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents"

"I'm not fucking gay" "amorcito I've seen the pants you like to wear. No straight men wears those"

"I told you guys I'm not into men!!" "That's what I thought too until I met Al- VAL! Until I met VAL! [OuO']"

Then one night you're off work and none of the Vees or even Angel know where you're at and they wind up in a club and, there you are, getting absolutely fucking wasted, on top of one of the counters, you know those clubs that have random pokes everywhere, and you're dancing, you're getting real zesty with it, you're dropping your ass, and here's Valentino jumping to his feet pointing a finger, "so you DO know how to pole dance!!!" and your fate is sealed from there on in 💀💀💀

[readyforthegarden]

I've been missing your writing since Breakable Heaven ended! How about "you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said." and "did you sleep well?" "mhm.." [tracing the mark with their hand] "i can tell." from the early morning prompts? 👀 Maybe for a sleepy Jake?

Oooh!! Quite a few prompts in this one, alright!! Anonnie I need you to know how much I miss Breakable Heaven and I'm so glad you loved it so!!! Let's give Jake some sweet tender sleepy love!!

♥️♥️♥️

For two people in love, you and Jake looked to be polar opposites. You would dress brightly most of the time, colors being the staple on your side of the closet, while Jake was more demure, dressing in darker clothes. The speakers in your car would thump to the bass of some cheery pop tune, while Jake's would croon with a local artist he was starting to check into, or an old classic that had been stuck in his head.

It was the same with sleeping patterns. You had set yourself into a nice routine, changing into cozy pajamas, doing your skincare, and tucking into bed with a book or your phone for a bit of wind down time, and then drifting off to sleep at the latest, by 11pm. For Jake, the night was when he was most creative. You'd gotten used to falling asleep to the sound of his guitar drifting through the halls, filtering through the crack in the door. Even when it wasn't soft, it was like listening to a lullaby.

The musician, once satisfied or once the creative steam had run out, would crawl into bed in the early morning single digits. Jake would slide right in next to you, coming as close as your bodies could allow, sometimes snuggling into your back, other times rolling you over to lay on his chest. No matter what, he couldn't sleep properly without you close.

But one thing the two of you had come together on, was that mornings were the best. The soft quiet of the house as the dark turned to a blue-gray as sunlight seeped in through the windows. Jake's soft, light snores were usually what you woke up to, something that made you snuggle further into him for a few more moments, his arms encircling you tighter in his sleep. Eventually your awake body would get tired of staying still, and your small movements would slowly wake him up, until the two of you laid together for a little bit, talking quietly until one of you needed coffee desperately enough to leave.

This morning was different though. You'd been dealing with a lot at work, the stress draining you more than usual. Jake had noticed your energy being low, opting to sit and watch him cook dinner instead of helping, your bookmark hadn't moved from its spot in your book, one you had excitedly told Jake about, and that you couldn't wait to read it. As soon as you crawled into bed, you were out like a light. Snoring worse than Jake ever had in his life, he almost was concerned the house was going to rattle down to the nails.

The birds were chirping outside by the time he awoke, though he felt a bit out of sorts, not feeling you close to him. Rolling over, he squinted through tired eyes, seeing a tuft of your hair sprouting from the pillow. It was much later than you usually slept in, and he shifted to reach out, brushing it down. A small groan came from your pillow, followed by your face emerging from it, eyes barely open.

"Good morning darlin'," Jake's voice rasped, a soft chuckle as he continued to smooth down your hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm," you yawned, stretching your stiff limbs under the covers. Jake smiled, his hand coming down from your hair to your cheek, tracing the deep grooves the wrinkles in your pillowcase left on your soft skin.

"I can tell," he let his palm rest on your cheek, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. "You needed it, you've been working so hard lately." you mumbled a response, your eyes closing again as you took in the warmth of his hand on your face.

Jake let you doze off a bit more, softly humming and singing to you as his fingers found their way to the base of your neck, gently massaging into your hairline there. He himself was starting to fall back asleep. When he woke again, the sun was starting to creep in, and Jake knew if you didn't get up soon you'd be a cranky mess, upset you overslept on a day off, that you lost time in the day to get things done around the house and run errands you'd been putting off.

"Baby, it's time to wake up," he murmured to you, leaning in and pressing soft, plush kisses to your face. Your brows knit together, another groan rumbling from your chest. Peeking your eyes open, you smiled softly. Jake's sleepy round face was next to yours, smiling right back.

"You look your cutest like this," you lift up a tired arm, letting a finger trace down his nose.

"Really? But I just woke up." Jake smiled softly, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing soft, sleepy kisses to the pads of each finger before one last kiss to the center of your palm.

"I know what I said." you giggled, more awake now. Jake tucked your hand into his chest, gazing at you. "But do you know what could make you even cuter?"

"What's that?"

"If you brought me some coffee in bed." Jake laughed at you batting your eyelashes. Leaning over, he took your face in his hands, smattering you with kisses before climbing over your body and off the bed.

"Vanilla or hazelnut creamer?"

"Hazelnut!"

[ecargmura]

A Terrified Teacher At Ghoul School Episode 10 Review - School Camp Exam

Last week was a mini-arc adaptation and now this week’s episode is also a mini-arc adaptation. I feel like they’re trying to get to the characters that had their voice actors revealed before the first half of the anime ends. What I mean is that there are two characters who hadn’t have a speaking role despite their voice actors being revealed with the first finally having a speaking role (Fuji) and the second will probably be introduced either next week or the week after.

This episode is mainly about Class 2-3 going on a school camp. However, the camp is also the students’ spookology class final exam for the semester. That’s why Hatanaka is there as he’s in charge of the course, so he’s like a proctor as well. I kind of like that the exam is essentially something relating to physical activity and that they have to solve an escape room-like situation with vague hints about the key. Not all students participate as some are asleep. Basically, the setup is that if the students that are awake can solve the mystery of who has the key to leave the building, the class passes; if they don’t, they have to be stuck doing remedial classes for the first half of summer break. However, it’s not an easy task as Hatanaka and Miki got the help of various Hyakki Academy alumni—this means that all the youkai the class encountered were all school alumni.

For this episode, one of the more obscure students gets his spotlight: Touya Fuji. He’s a guy is often seen wearing the girl’s uniform as he likes crossdressing. He’s a yuki-onna, but male (yuki-otoko is the Japanese term for the abominable snowman, apparently). While he looks beautiful, he’s a bit hot-tempered and can be foul-mouthed, but he’s a good kid. His ice powers are super handy. The anime actually omits this, but he dreams of opening up a drag queen bar and wants to recruit Miki. But yeah, Fuji is one of my favorite characters because he’s confident and sassy despite his demure appearance. He doesn’t get much screen time later on, but there’s actually one chapter I hope they’ll adapt which involves him and another obscure classmate—they have the cutest relationship ever.

Oh, by the way, Fuji’s voice actor is a rookie named Saku Hyuga. If you check his instagram page (which you can click here), you can see from his pictures that he’s a crossdresser like Fuji—a perfect match in a sense. I also really like Hyuga’s voice; it’s a perfect mix of gender ambiguous but still convincingly male. I feel like he has potential to be big if he manages to get good roles. He could easily be the new gen Shouta Aoi and Ayumu Murase in terms of voice that can cause gender confusion.

I also like the other segments of this episode like Haruaki gushing over the ghost girl that he can only see, the cute little HijiBeni moment, and Akira being a freak like he always is. Though, my favorite part was the part with Mame’s group and how they were trying to solve who the real Yanagida is; while they do solve the mystery, they still get kaboomed by his chemicals. No one ever wins when they’re with Yanagida. I also like that small detail of Haruaki having his own cell at the police station. Haha.

Speaking of police, another new character is introduced, Yamazaki, the police officer. While he did appear in Episode 3, this is where he has the most screen time. He’s a doppelgänger, meaning that he can transform to whoever he wants. It seems like an interesting ability to have as a cop. He’s voiced by Tomoaki Maeno, another prominent voice actor.

This was a fun episode in all honesty. I wonder what sort of storyline they’ll show next as most of the chapters in Yohaji are episodic unless they’re part of an arc. It’s surprising that we’re already at the double-digits in terms of episode count. I feel like they’ll introduce another prominent character next week just so they can finally have all of the announced voice actors appear in the first half, like I mentioned. I wonder if they’ll change the opening for the second half… What are your thoughts on this episode?

[sissylittlefeather]

congrats on 200 followers, angel!

so- i’m loving prompt number 18 with military elvis! the idea of that man with a lil spitfire has my heart in a twist somethin’ awful. as for fluff, smut or both- do whatever your heart desires!

Thank you, love! ❤️❤️

This one took me a minute to pin down, but I love the way it turned out! Part of me wants to write a part 2 🤔. Anyway, I hope you love it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering

Prompt: "She's sorry, officer." With '58-'60 Army Elvis

You're still not quite sure how you ended up in this situation, but you're definitely not going to question it. As you drive the streets of Bad Nauheim with Elvis Presley, you know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. What it was about you that made him choose you out of all the girls, you really don't know. Maybe it was the fact that you weren't screaming and jumping around. Maybe it was the cuss word you accidentally let slip when he walked directly to you and offered to sign the photo you were holding pressed to your chest. Maybe it was the fact that you weren't a teenager and he could tell. Whatever the reason, he picked you and now here you are in the car with him.

You are a little surprised that he didn't bring his convertible. You know he has one, but this car is much bigger and has a top. He says it'll give you both more privacy, so he's not mobbed by fans. You nod slowly. You're not in a position to argue with him and you're not sure you would, even if you wanted to.

You're also a little surprised at how open he is about talking to you. He doesn't waste time with silly questions or small talk about the weather. Instead, he tells you about his struggles with fame, how lonely he is over here, and about how much he misses his mama. When you tear up over the last part he reaches out and puts his hand on your knee.

"Thank you, y/n. It means a lot to me that you don't mind listening to me talk."

"Of course not. People have a tendency to tell me things and I don't mind it one bit. I like to listen." It's true. People do talk to you a lot and he seems to have picked up on it.

"I thought you might be someone I could talk to. That's why I chose you. You looked sincere. You've got one of those faces." He smiles over at you and squeezes your knee.

"That and it was the cutest thing I've ever seen when you cussed. Like seein' an angel's halo slip." You blush at the last part. You've always had a sailor's mouth, and your mother insists it's the reason you'll never get married.

"It's a bad habit of mine. Especially when I'm so damn nervous." You want to bury your face in your hands when that slips out, but he just laughs.

"Well, I love it. Maybe I need to keep making you nervous." Your heart skips a few beats as his hand slides up your knee a bit, underneath your skirt.

"Is this okay?" He looks at you innocently. When you realize the possibilities of what he's proposing, something inside you changes. You've heard stories of what it's like to be alone with Elvis Presley, but up until now, it didn't seem like he was interested in you like that. Now that he seems to be, you decide this is an opportunity that you are not going to let pass you by, expectations of purity be damned.

"To make me nervous, you're going to have to go a lot higher than that." You answer shyly and look directly into his eyes, scooting closer to him on the seat. Thankfully, you're at a stoplight, because he has a hard time looking away from you. His face breaks into a wide smile and his tongue peeks out under his teeth. He seems to decide then and there that this is going to be a game of who can shock who the most. You don't plan to back down.

"Take your panties off." You nod, wiggling in your seat for a bit until they drop to your ankles.

"What now, soldier?" You ask demurely, moving back over to where he can reach you. He smiles again and leans over to kiss you with tongue. There's a honk from the car behind you when the light turns green again and you don't move. Elvis hollers something to the car behind you and goes back to driving. Then, he slides his hand all the way up your skirt to your warm center.

"Already so wet for me, darlin'? I haven't even done anything yet." You don't need him to do anything. Sitting on the seat next to you is enough. But you roll your hips forward a bit as he sinks his middle finger into you.

"Mmm and tight too. I shoulda known." He keeps sliding his finger in and out of you, eventually adding a second one. Every time he reaches a stoplight, he leans over and kisses you, pulling his fingers out to rub over your hardening clit. You can't believe he can drive while he's doing this, but you really don't care as you are completely undone in the seat next to him.

"Oh god, Elvis, don't stop." You moan and at the same time you both see lights pulling up behind you.

"Goddammit." Elvis says under his breath as he takes his hand back and pulls over. Once the car is in park, he leans over and wraps you into a passionate kiss while the officer makes his way to the window.

"Don't worry, darlin'. I'm not finished with you yet." He says with a mischievous glint in his eye. He turns to the window.

"What can I do for you officer?" Luckily, the cop speaks English as he explains that he'll need to write Elvis a ticket for speeding. You didn't even realize he was speeding. Elvis fishes his military ID out of his pocket and hands it to the cop.

While he writes out the ticket, Elvis goes back to what he was doing before you got pulled over. He slams his fingers into you hard and stops periodically to play with your clit. You can't believe he's this skilled with just one hand.

"God, I wish I could get my mouth down to ya." He says under his breath as you start to tremble. Your climax is so close now and you seriously hope this cop doesn't finish writing the ticket any time soon. Finally, your orgasm pounds into you, shooting electric bolts out to your fingertips and you cry out and slam your hand on the roof of the car.

"FUCK."

"I beg your pardon?!" Elvis stifles a laugh and pulls his hand out as the officer leans down into the window and looks at you. You're biting your lower lip and your chest is heaving. There's no way you can make other words right now.

"She's sorry, officer." Elvis smiles up at him politely. "Can I have my ticket now?" The officer tears the ticket off of his pad and hands it to Elvis.

"Just, uh, take it a little slower from now on." He says as he walks away.

"Oh, I can't make any promises, sir." Elvis calls back to him, not taking his eyes off of you. He pulls you in and kisses you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth easily. Then, he puts the car in drive and takes off. Finally, you find your voice.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to my room. Your filthy little mouth needs washing out."

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[in-memory-of-alexandria]

im a flirt and a tease but in the cutest way most demure way ok

[letsgauxplay]

Can I just say that among the four, kitty zayne is the most behaved. He's so cute in his little cat tux being very demure and cutesey. 😌 a cat I'll be rewarding a lot

Rafayel is the most adorable though especially when he gets stuck up at the cat tower omg 😩🥺 I just want to squish him and take care of him.

These two are my favorite kitties but kitty sylus and Xavier have their own charms. Xavier is the cutest when at the reception and Sylus looks hilarious when he's mad from cleaning 😆😆 aww grumpy cat 😼

[zckwd]

Cats - God's Cutest Creature

Needless to say, cat is one of the most cutest creatures that's ever been existed. Dare I say that it is hard for us to find anyone who despise cats (or will never be as I will be the one who will brainwash them into liking cats). This one particular cat as shown in the picture is very cute and lovely because it will just stand demurely and let people pet it. Every time I came nearby, it always lying on its back with its four leg reach for the star in the sky. However, many people like to treat cats differently based on their appearance. Based on my observation, cats that have a deficiency in their appearance or ability tend to be treated way worse than normal and pretty cat does. In my opinion, I think cats have to be treated equally and not based by their appearance. Cats indeed are a beautiful creature but it's intellect and mind what make us different from them.

[scorbleeo]

Drama Review: Love Tractor

Source: Google Images

Seon Yul, a temporarily relocated city man, meets Ye Chan, a rural man who adores the countryside.

Seon Yul comes to the countryside to experience life knowing nothing about farming and Ye Chan appears before him. As Seon Yul learns to adapt to rural living and engage in farming activities, he becomes increasingly attracted to Ye Chan's sincerity and enthusiasm. Together, the two embark on a chaotic and romantic countryside journey of healing and love.

Source: MyDramaList (2023)

Whooooolesome

Never have I ever watched a BL drama not filled with trauma or the plot is driven by trauma(s). To call Love Tractor wholesome is actually a huge understatement. The whole time I was watching this drama, I was constantly placed in one of my best moods. Actually, I can see myself coming back to Love Tractor if I seriously need a mood-boost. And because of how good I felt while watching Love Tractor, I did not care if the plot was just average.

However, even though I said the plot was just average, the characters were something else. I did not fall in love with Love Tractor because of the storyline but because of the characters in it. Really, pretty much all the credit goes to Yechan. Not going into the fact that he is 'baby girl coded' or 'a big fluffy warm teddy bear', I had always liked the twisting of a gender stereotype. You see, if you just look at Yechan, he's tall, big and muscular, and sadly, people will jump to the conclusion that despite his sexuality, he is going to be the "man" of the relationship. Yet, bam, no. Yechan is your tall, big, muscular farmer but also the cutest, most gentle, demure and thoughtful man. And Dojin, the actor for Yechan, did an excellent job portraying that!

Love Tractor is a magnificent BL drama, totally top tier and completely binge-worthy.

Rating: ★★★★★

P.S.: If you hate this drama, I will fight you, literally.

[diagonal-queen]

Can I request Chuuya and Dazai reacting to their s/o, who’s usually very sweet and tame answer the “what’s your type?” question with smth like “Men with slutty waists :3”. They say it so casually too 💀

"Men with Slutty Waists!"

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: They ask you what your type is and you reply with 'men with slutty waists'. How do they feel about that? (hint: reactions are mixed)

♡ cw: Swearing, lots of talk about grabbable little man waists, dirty talk and NSFW implications (no explicit smut but it almost gets close)

note: Ohhh my god finally another piece T-T yay! This req made me laugh so hard when I first read it lmaoo slightly inappropriate crack is such a fun genre to write! Please send more reqs like this people I need to hear all your silly ideas <3 and as always apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Dazai:

He is so fucking shook

Dazai asked you that question as a way to tease you. He fully did not expect you to fire back with a statement like that, especially with your more mild personality. You didn't even bother looking up at him when you answered or anything 💀

He just stands there silently, contemplating what you said. You want to laugh so bad because you can practically see waves of surprise and confusion radiating off of him but you maintain your nonchalance to see what happens

Soon enough he comes to his senses and he just...smirks at you. Uh oh.

He'll then lean down and say 'Is that so? What else do you like in a partner, 'donna?' With the most devious and cheeky smile on his face

You are determined to win whatever weird competition he's just began so you turn around and say some shit like 'I like men who whimper.' Your face does not change at all.

Again, he's so surprised because he didn't actually expect you to answer him, and thought you'd get flustered and shy. His cheeks might even turn red, which is the exact opposite of what he'd intended to happen (and also the cutest sight ever)

But then he regains his composure and hits you with another leading question again

This goes back and forth for a while, and basically just turns into dirty foreplay. You guys do the deed (or just make out for a while if you prefer), it's inevitable, and for those curious, he does in fact whimper for you.

In the end he's just really thankful that you like all these little random things about him. He thinks it's really sweet <3

And he encourages you to never be afraid to say things like that to him from now on, no matter when or where you are

Chuuya:

He just genuinely wanted to know T-T why did you do this to him

His inital reaction is basically just 'What the fuck?! My waist isn't slutty 😡😡'

You can't help but laugh at his chagrin, because c'mon Chuuya. Have you looked in a mirror?

You have to tell him that it wasn't an insult, but actually a compliment. He does not see it that way.

It definitely takes a little bit of convincing on your end for him to realise that slutty waists are a good thing

After he calms down, he suddenly gets super embarrassed, because oh my god, my usually very demure partner just told me to my face that I have a slutty man waist??

He asks what possibly inspired you to answer his very innocent question the way you did, and you just shrug and say that it's not a dishonest answer (lmao). He still thinks it's weird of you though because it's just so out of character

He then asks what constitutes a 'slutty waist'. You basically just explain that it's a waist that's slim/easily grabbable and stuff, and he's all like 'are you calling me small'

Goddamnit Chuuya it was a JOKE

You tell him that you said it because you like his waist, and you love his body and love him the way he is, and then he gets flustered because let's be real, he's not the best with receiving compliments

That being said, he might decide to amp up the flirty atmosphere you've created and...take the night in a different direction. Just to see who the slutty one actually is~ (it's probably still him)

After all is said and done, he lowkey kinda likes it when you say things like that 👀 Not in public, but he sure doesn't mind being surprised with a sudden inappropriate compliment every now and then.

He wouldn't usually admit it though and would probably just try to out-fluster you. Will you let him win?

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[asperants]

"Princess Hortensia! Darling, it's so good to see you here. I heard we are to be classmates, how wonderful!" Céline opens her arms out to Elusia's younger princess, the precociously adorable Hortensia. The smile on her face grows broader as she speaks. Eventually she sticks her tongue out playfully, laughter falling from her lips. "It seems I win. I have the cuter classmate."

Céline follows this declaration with a playful poke to the princess' soft, delicate cheek.

"You'll join me for tea, yes? I'll bring your favourite sweets."

"P-princess Céline!" Hortensia replies, managing to keep some if not all of the surprise out of her voice once she's adjusted to Céline's greeting. She had known the sole daughter of Firene royalty was here too! Céline had just found her first, grr... beating her to it when they hadn't even begun to compete, it was enough to -

"Well... it would be rude of me to refuse if you went to all that trouble," she demures, though she sways slightly as if debating it (said action also puts her in range of Céline's hug, which she accepts. Because she is a Lady.)

Hortensia touches the cheek Céline' pokes at, face flushing a bit at the action and the memory it evokes. She suppose that one was on her, starting the softness contest and all.

"Alright, alright - the newest and cutest member of the Golden Deer will most certainly join you for tea, no need to poke and prod!" She nods and strides confidently arm and arm in the direction she assumes Céline has picked for their teatime. Grinning, she adds, "you think you've won so early? I can see you put a good amount of work into your own cuteness regime so far, but now that I am here Miss Céline the fight has only just begun!"

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 232: A Little Slumber Party

“Tell daddy about the dream you had, Kiki…” said Josie to her friend, Lakshmi Vallurupalli, a naughty giggle cutting through the otherwise quiet morning. They had each woken a little while ago, finding him still asleep and sandwiched between them in Josie’s big king bed, upstairs in her parents’ home. They’d spent the time quietly whispering, commiserating above him, trying not to wake their little charge. But the Saturday-morning light filtered through Josie’s shades, and he was now slowly coming awake...

“Oh haha no…” Lakshmi deferred, a flush of embarrassment joining the shy smile which had grown on her face. She and Josie, her new friend, were both laying on their sides, facing each other; he lay on his back between them, in nothing but a pair of boxers, his oversized undershirt and a mortified grimace. Lakshmi was a demure girl, and had never ever ever found herself in a position like this before, especially with someone like her boss!

At Melissa’s request they’d taken him home early from the party downtown, back to Josie’s house, and had somehow managed to carry him from the car, first to the couch. He was out! Blacked out from the effects of the injection and the attentions someone had haha apparently given him under the dinner table. After some convincing, Josie had persuaded Lakshmi to help her strip him, both of them now laughing, of his soiled clothes as he slumped on the huge sectional sofa of her parent’s well-appointed great room, still unconscious. They’d tucked him in with a blanket, a pillow, one of Josie’s favorite stuffies. But he was obviously cold, had begun shivering. He needed warmth, body heat, and the girls - inspired - had been happy to oblige. They knew how they’d warm him up: slumber party! They’d brought him upstairs, into Josie’s bed. Josie had changed into her cutest little green nightie and let Lakshmi borrow a pink top and comfy little kitty shorts…which her new butt seemed to just devour haha. “That thing will take up half the bed..!” Josie had teased.

“Wh-what happened last night?” he stammered, confused but finally awake enough and over the shock of finding himself in a strange bed with two of his youngest employees to speak. And one of them just called me ‘daddy’? After a certain point, he honestly couldn’t recall much of the night previous. There’d been food, drinks, dancing…right? There’d been perfume; he still smelled it on himself, and on these two. It was keeping him lightheaded, fuzzy, he couldn’t help but think. It had been quite a party last night, and there had been girls…a lot of girls. It was a blur, a choppy miasma of memories but he remembered there’d been talk of politics and divorce papers with Abby. Time with Angie, Shanette, Aubrey…he’d been so drunk, he thought he recalled getting a shot in his thigh. Had Melissa ever shown?

Wait, he recalled, in a sudden flashback of a hand on his leg, Melissa across the table. Oh, god, n-no…

“You don’t remember?” Josie giggled, leaning over towards him with her right hand to push aside a lock of hair that had plastered itself to his forehead. “You passed out at dinner, right on the bench…” Her surprisingly big breasts bulged from the bodice of her emerald green nightie. She was fresh-faced, most of the makeup from the party cleaned away.

“You fell down into Vida’s lap,“ Lakshmi continued, “Totally dead asleep-”

“Omigod it was adorable,” Josie giggled, “We have pictures haha-“ “Melissa carried you to the car…”

“…you slept in the backseat on Kiki’s lap.”

Oh, haha, yes, Lakshmi thought, flushing anew. Unconsciously she snuggled in closer to Dr. J on the bed. And remember our car ride there, to the party? Hmm? She asked him, in her head, How I made you hard, sitting on your lap, how you twitched and pulsed between my cheeks and thighs? Your hips felt so small under me…

“You know, you make the most adorable little noises when you sleep,” Josie giggled.

“You were…you were all snuggled into us,” Lakshmi added, almost shyly, “all night, keeping yourself warm…”

“You woke up…” Josie continued, as her friend shifted on the bed to face him-

“...with your face in my boobs,” Laskshmi finished, presenting him with an eyeful of her own, ever-inflating cleavage. She’d surprised herself with her own frankness, her boldness with her new breasts. She had been a B-cup since eighth grade, but these past two months had brought on these more-than-welcome developments. She was becoming a busty girl.

His shock, they saw on his face, had just continued to grow. Josie giggled as he struggled to pull his eyes from Lakshmi’s tits.

“Yeah we had to peel your cheeks away from her haha But, you slept most of the night curled around Kiki’s butt, trying to be the big spoon,” Josie said, her voice growing more tender, “the back of your head was between my boobs, me spooning you.”

Did he remember waking for a moment, in the depth of night, hips planted into someone huge and warm? He thought that was a dream. The rutting…th-that was with L-Lakshmi? For real? He flushed again. “J-J-Josie, Lakshmi…ple-”

“You sucked on my finger for a while,” Josie continued, with another giggle, reaching out to tap him on the nose. Her finger drifted down to his lips, as her smile faded a bit, her expression changing as she saw him actually fighting the instinct to take her finger into his mouth. She…she knew she had to remember, why they were here, what their job was. It was no fun but she had to, again, resist these urges. Melissa had asked them to be hands off for the night…they didn’t want him freaking out, feeling like he’s constantly being…taken advantage of. They couldn’t have him get squirrely again on signing the papers.

She took her finger away.

“So, big day today, hm?” Josie asked, playing with her long, brown hair a bit.

“Wh-whut do you mean?” he replied

“The papers,” Lakshmi said, modestly readjusting the neckline of her top, as he glanced back at her, his eyes flitting first to her brown left breast, “You’d promised you’d sign them.” I think he was looking for a nipple haha.

“The divorce papers?” Josie helped.

“t-t-today?” he stammered.

“MmHm…” Josie purred, one hand drifting to pet his thin chest…

“We’re supposed to get you home…” Lakshmi began. But I really really want to pull your pants down right now.

“...get you cleaned up.” continued Josie.

Cleaned up? He fretted, shivering at the thought, “I-I…I can do that myself…”

“Okay, whatever you say…” hmph!

“...Daddy.”

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7KPP Week 2022: Day 1

We’re doing another 7KPP Appreciation Week over on @fyeah7kpp, and I thought I’d start the prompts with an introduction to how my ultimate OTP meet in their cutest iteration, the Childhood “Friends” AU. It’s so cute, I almost feel bad for what I put them through on most iterations.

Day One - First

Lady Camellia Guo of Jiyel had barely turned nine years of age when she attended her first academic lecture.

Cousin Jiya, three years her elder and born with the triple advantage of an influential lineage, razor sharp intelligence, and not insignificant beauty, had adapted quickly to the expectations placed upon her, rising to the challenges of academic study and social niceties with aplomb. As such, it was only natural for the entire extended family to be invited to the budding young scholar’s first officially hosted event; after all, few had mastered the art of both paying respect to others and humbly bragging about themselves as thoroughly as the Jiyelese elite.

Which was, of course, why Lia found herself in the library, contemplating the impressive collection of books with curiosity and no small amount of envy. The lecture on Jiyel’s changing philosophy towards its relations with its fellow kingdoms had been most fascinating, particularly with regards to the introduction of the famed summits, to be sure. However, and much to her chagrin, its conclusion had soon brought about mingling and dancing with the peerage of Jiyel, a pastime that she, still a child with barely a name of her own compared to her much grander cousin and the other, more esteemed, guests, had little to contribute. But the library, on the other hand…

She reached out, running a gentle finger along the worn spines. Leather, smoothed by years of careful handling, greeted her as far as she could see, from the floor to the ceiling in carefully arranged rows of bookshelves, covering everything from art and music to science and history. Craning her neck to one side, she mouthed the titles to herself as she shuffled forward, each one more intriguing than the last.

Rounding a corner, she continued forward, transfixed, until her arm bumped into something hard and she tore her gaze away, just in time to watch as a precariously stacked pile of books teetered on the arm of a chair… before collapsing onto the floor as well as the lap of its occupant.

In the suddenly deafening silence, she winced. “I’m so sorry.”

Cool dark eyes blinked several times from behind a thin pair of spectacles before their owner sighed, brushing his hair out of his face as he looked down at the mess she had made. “It is no matter. I should not have kept them so.”

“And I should have paid more attention to my surroundings as well. I apologize for not noticing you sooner.” As she spoke, she knelt, gathering the fallen books and depositing them into a stack that she rather suspected would rival herself in height.

And, given the diminutive form working beside her, would probably give her newfound companion a run for his money as well.

After setting down another two onto the pile that was already threatening to reach her waist, she turned to him. “Were you planning on reading all of these?”

To her surprise, he flushed a faint red, halfway through putting the final tome on their careful tower. “I admit it is unlikely that I even could, but many of these are new to me and their perusal seemed a… more interesting way to spend the evening than performing social niceties.”

“At least until I interrupted?”

He paused, considering her with something that, for all the world, resembled Master Hinata’s expression when discussing the unknown mysteries of astronomy, the expression of a researcher possessed by a scientific curiosity bordering on fascination. “I confess I am not entirely certain. I suppose that remains to be seen.”

She smiled with some mischief, even as she folded her hands as demurely before her as she had been taught. “I see. Do you need more data?”

“It would seem that that would be ideal for proper analysis.”

Try as she might, she couldn’t quite hold back a giggle. “Are you hoping to conduct an experiment on social interactions, then?”

“That would be an efficient way to…” He blinked, apparently taking in her amusement, before his expression drew into a hint of a frown. “I… apologize. I am not well-versed in the social arts, nor do I find much enjoyment in their performance. I fear I am poor company for you to keep.” With that said, he returned to his seat, this time free from the looming threat of collapsing books, though she couldn’t help but notice that even though he had a book in hand, he didn’t seem as impatient as he could have been to read it.

“If I wanted to find sociable company, I’d go to the ballroom. Since you’re clearly not there, I think it’d be safe to assume you aren’t interested either.” The only response she received was a shrug, which was, given the situation, acknowledgement enough. “Besides, there are better ways to improve at onvu than reading a manual on strategy.”

When he met her gaze, this time with a brighter curiosity, she grinned. “I think I saw a board earlier. You can always test your new strategies against another player. See how much Liu Zhu’s manual can actually help you.”

“I didn’t— I was brainstorming how to counter them!” His protest floated over her shoulder as she walked away, laughing; the quiet shuffles following her were indication enough that he was more amenable to her suggestion than his mannerisms might have implied.

Which was how, an hour later, Camellia found herself in the most evenly matched game of onvu she had ever played. Contrary to her teasing, he had proven himself to be a formidable opponent, armed with quick thinking and a hidden spark of spontaneity that took her entirely by surprise.

Then again, considering the astonishment that slowly turned into respect in his expression, perhaps it was a mutual experience.

Scarcely daring to breathe, she watched him sit forward, absently pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as his eyes scanned the board and her scattered pieces. A thin finger nudged a cavalier to the side, neatly avoiding her attempted Taniguchi maneuver, before he slouched back with a genuine smile. “A good attempt.”

Finally relaxing, she grinned back and slid forward in her seat to shift her sage over a square, disrupting his counterattack. “Not quite. Check.”

Consternation flooded his face as he leaned forward, contemplating the board with renewed intensity. “That was… unexpected.”

She laughed, swinging her legs rhythmically as she waited for him to settle on his next move. “The game would be over much too quickly if it were not. Except…”

“Except it may just as well be now as well.” Her companion scowled, though his gaze never left the board.

Before she could reply, the door to the library creaked open. “Lia? Where are you?”

She heaved a breath, sliding out of her seat with an apologetic look and padding around the corner to the doorway. “I’m here, Mother.”

Her hand on her hip, Lady Hyacinth sighed, though it sounded more resigned than exasperated. “Of course you are. Heavens forbid we should find you properly socializing as opposed to ensconced in a library somewhere with your nose buried in a book.”

“I like reading, and I’m certain nobody even noticed my absence. It’s not as if any of them would want to dance with me, so learning is a much more efficient way to spend my time.”

“Learning and socializing need not be mutually exclusive, my dear. But no matter. Your father is ready to return home.”

Camellia nodded. “I’ll be just a moment.”

“Of course. It would not do to leave the room a mess.” Her mother smiled. “We’ll meet you in the entryway.”

When she returned to the onvu board, it was to find her opponent a little distance away and back to perusing a book in what was once again threatening to become a fort around him. He didn’t bother to look up as she drew near, though she couldn’t help but notice that his literature of choice was another manual on onvu strategy… and that his general had been tipped over on the board in a show of surrender.

She smiled, sweeping the pieces into their drawer. “Thanks for the company. I had fun.”

At that, he did glance towards her, eyes flicking so quickly that she almost missed it. “Good game.”

“You too. Rematch next time?”

Nearly at the corner, she paused, turning her head back just in time to see him shrug, though he did drag his gaze fully away from his book to meet her eyes.

Grinning wider at the acquiescence, reluctant though it might have been, she dropped into a brief curtsy before hurrying away.