#this show is gonna become a guilty pleasure i can tell

[ohanny]

dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

[michaela-o]

Random things i think Cybertronians would find adorable about humans~♡ Pt. 2

1. Us getting scared by small things

Humans jumping or screaming at a bug, sudden noise, or a scare prank would probably seem hilarious to the bots, who would be 100% amused by how easily humans can be startled. I bet MANY bots would take advantage of this when there would be a lil human on the lost light. Bots like Whirl, Trailbreaker sometimes Swerve that would like to scare the human despite them telling him not to.

Ya all know the vine video? With guy that goes: "Aaah stoop im gonna drop my criossant."

Yes that XDD

2. Us getting lost even with maps or GPS

I personally have terrible sense of direction and orientation (*p_q*) And some bots catching humans struggle with directions, even with GPS, would be both puzzling and funny to them. They always wonder how humans get lost so easily. But come on give the lialison a break the lost light is fucken HUGE.

3. Getting “hangry”

I mostly get tired when i'm hungry but when im also irritated i become hangry. I think bots would find humans getting irritable when they’re hungry both funny and perplexing to them who might see it as an amusing “malfunction” due to our a basic need.

4. Human body “glitches”

Hiccups, sneezes or random muscle twitches and similar reflexes would be entertaining to the bots, who’d find these involuntary responses both weird and amusingly unpredictable especially when we tell them that we can't control them. Get ready to be friendly bullied for this by some of the bots.

Human sitting over on Swerve's bar counter: *sneezes*

Whirl: What the frag was that sound? A sparkling's war cry?

Human: ( ｡ớ︿ờ)

5. Collecting random souvenirs

Humans collecting small souvenirs, like seashells, keychains, or mugs from places they visit, would be amusing to Cybertronians, who might see it as an odd way of marking memories. Since from what i was reading in comics i didn't see any bots do this and i think they would find this pretty adorable. Almost like we materialize memories.

We are all like crows :3

6. Huddling for warmth

When humans instinctively huddle together or bundle up in thick layers when we're cold. Bots would simply find it cute amd definitively have to fight the yrge to just- squish-

Our need to find warmth and the cozy solutions we come up with would seem quaint and endearing (*´˘`*)

7. Gathering in groups for safety

The way we instinctively form groups, especially in unfamiliar or intimidating and scary situations would be both cute and a bit amusing to bots who might see it as humans’ way of finding strength in numbers despite their physical smallness. But we find great comfort in it ( *^艸^*)

8. Soothing or hugging each other in stress

When we instinctively comfort each other with hugs or reassuring words would be adorably puzzling to the bots, who’d find it endearing that humans can find peace in such small, gentle gestures. I bet a bot that is visibly sad would be pretty surprised when the human lialison comes up to them and just hug their servo and ask if they want to talk about it. It personally makes me happy when i can comfort and help someone in need ( ｡ớ ᴗờ)

9. Making eye contact to connect

Humans instinctively make eye contact to establish trust or share feelings, which many bots would find very intimate, sincere and honest because it shows how deep the personal nature of human connection can go ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ )

(bots getting lost in human's eyes is one of my guilty pleasures)

10. Fighting for what’s important

We humans naturally stand up for our values, friends, and families, often driven by an instinct to protect or defend what we love. I think bots would find this fierce loyalty and bravery adorably noble for such a small species such as us. I even think that many would take us for an example in this (｡>ㅅ<｡)

11. Helping others instinctively

Cybertronians would likely find this endearing that humans instinctively help each other out—whether holding open a door, picking up dropped items, or offering support without being asked. This is the very nature that makes us human (*´▽`*)

12. Blushing when embarrassed or flustered

The way our cheeks turn pink or red when we're shy, embarrassed, or flustered would be extremely cute to the bots, who’d see it as a “giveaway” that adds to our vulnerability and the fact that we just can't hide our emotions makes us very emotionaly transparent is just straight up adorable.

13. The way the human brain is so simple

I personaly am very simple human being and i find many stupid and simple things funny and laugh at them. I think because of this many bots would find us very innocent and adorable

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AAAAARRRGH there's so many other things i wanna write but i decided to make part two of this bc i enjoy writing this stuff. Dis a good soup :33

(i might add a small masterlist to my pinned post :3)

[sweetimpurity]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ day 16!! more bodyguard!Miguel hehe! cw: loss of virginity wc: 2k not proofread if none of this makes sense, it's not my fault, I'm sick haha love ya!˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

This is not what Miguel was hired for. He was hired to protect you, not fuck you. And yet here you are, your bare legs spread out over his lap as you stare at him with pure innocent eyes and pink puffy perfect lips. But you're so eager. He knows you’re tired of feeling so young and innocent. Knows you've been craving something like this, something to make you feel alive and like you have control over what makes you feel good. He wants to make you feel good. He knows you're a virgin, knows that you don't know what to expect. But he wants this to feel good for you, so badly. And the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he couldn’t hurt his perfect, innocent girl. 

His hand is gentle on your soft fleshy thigh, moving upwards to where your thigh meets your hip, squeezing the joint slightly with his thumb and fingers. If you weren't so precious to him, he’d be more rough. He’d grip his fingers into you flesh and probably grab you hair, pulling you head back as he fucked up into you hard and fast, making you cry with pleasure. But you're his angel girl… the one person that he knows deserves all of the gentle loving he can offer. 

He’s not used to this. He’s older than you by a few years, he’s had his fair share of sexual experiences and one night stands. But you're so pure, he almost feels guilty about it. He’s partially responsible too… following your father’s orders and keeping you away from every man at every dinner, every business party. He told himself he’s just doing his job and to a certain extent that is true. But it made him angry to think about… thinking about some random man getting to hold you and kiss you. A stranger loving his sweet girl. 

He just hopes he’ll be enough, and it almost pains him to know he’ll be stripping you of that purity tonight. 

“You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, running his fingers down your cheek and to your neck, pulling you closer to kiss your throat, suckling at the skin and making your heart beat faster. You can only hold onto his broad shoulders, clutching onto him like a lifeline as he positions himself between your thighs. He’s warmed you up, kissed every inch of you. And all that’s left is for him to be inside. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks seriously, looking in your eyes. “No…please…” You whisper, seeing the nervous expression creeping up on his face now. “I don’t want to hurt you…” He whispers. You smile softly at him. “I know…”  

Without another word, your faces inches away, gazing into each other's eyes, he slowly pushes into you, pressing in with the pad of his thumb, moving so slowly to ease himself in. Your eyes flutter shut, face contorting with discomfort, but you try not to show how much pain you're in, even though you feel like you're being split in half. A strained gasp leaves your lips and his eyes scan over your face. “It’s okay baby… it’s gonna be okay…” He pushes himself deeper into you, trying to ease you open and a louder whimper leaves your lips, clutching his shoulders firmly, fingers digging into his shoulders. When he hears it all the alarms go on in his brain, the alarms he’s been fine tuning for the past few years to know when you're not okay. 

“I’m gonna stop.” He mutters, moving to pull out, to stop the pain he’s causing you. But your arms tighten around him. “No… please… I’m okay…” You breathe out, trying to take deep breaths, the burning pain slowly fading into a dull ache. “I want this…” You tell him honestly, nuzzling your face into his neck. He wants to give you what you want. He kisses your cheek gently a few times, this being his only way to numb some of your pain. Hovering over you, moving his hips very slowly, listening to you gasp and sigh but also becoming overwhelmed himself. You're so warm and tight, and you feel so good. 

Miguel tries his best, feeling you cling to him so tightly. His fingers going to your clit to try and aid the process. Aiding the ache and trying to make you feel good. 

“Fuck-” He sighs as your legs wrap around his waist, bringing every inch of him to be buried deeply inside you. “Baby-” He moans, his eyes shutting tight, his head dropping down to your chest as he’s now in the spot he was worried he’d end up in. He’s over you, slotted between your trembling thighs. And he can’t hold it back. His breath hitches in his throat, his invincibility seeming to crack and it’s all because of you. You're the only person who could get him this way. 

“Please Miguel…” He hears you moan, pulling back, looking deep in your eyes and he can’t help himself. He thrusts into you to the hilt, filling you up all the way and it’s almost too much for him to handle. Hearing the whine at the back of your throat as he stretches you out on his thick girth. Panting for breath he tries to keep it slow but you feel so good and you just keep begging him for it. His strokes quicken, fucking into you faster now. Your breath gets caught, jaw dropping and he moans your name in your ear, fucking you hard and quick, pushing you up the bed slightly. His lips part in heavy breath, feeling himself overcome with lust, watching your face and he can’t tell if you are lost in pleasure or pain, but he can’t bring himself to slow down. 

“Angel… oh baby…” He moans loudly, dragging his thick cock through your tight velvet walls. 

After a few seconds your face finally turns to one of pure pleasure, your eyes rolling up into the back of your head. “Oh.. oh Miguel….” You moan helplessly and this only makes him go faster, making you squeal and squirm but he makes you still with his strong arms. Strained gasps mixed with moans escape him as he feels himself nearing the end, and he can tell you're close too by the sound of your moans and the way your muscles spasm around him. His fingers go to your clit, rubbing his thumb soothingly into the nerves as he tries to bring you to the finish. 

When you feel that burn in your stomach, your hand presses to his abdomen, unable to tell him with words what you're feeling. Not even knowing what you’re feeling. You’ve never felt it before. Your breath becomes heavier, a helpless whimper following every exhale, and his hand clasps over yours on his stomach. Soon your back is arching into the pillows, moaning as your muscles pulse around him in rhythm, gushing on him and letting the foreign feeling take over. This must be what it feels like. 

He moans at the feeling and dips down over you again, wanting to be close. He kisses your throat a few times before pressing his cheek to your shoulder, breathing hot onto your skin as he releases deep inside you. Filling the rubber. The condom was a necessity, although he can’t help but crave the feeling of pumping you full and raw. 

The room is filled with panting breath as Miguel lets some of his weight rest on top of you, both of you coming down from the high. He can’t believe he just let that happen. He just couldn’t help himself, you felt so good and you were moaning his name so sweetly, it just felt right. But that was more rough than he was intending, more rough than he thinks you deserve for you very first time. 

“Are you okay?” He pants, trying to catch his breath and looking down at your rosy flushed cheeks. “Yes, I’m okay…” You smile at him and he’s glad to know you're alright and you're not upset with him for getting lost in the moment and losing control. Resting on his elbows over you so he can be close, wanting to make sure you feel loved after the fact. “That was too fast…” He smiles wide at you as he tucks some fallen hair behind your ear. In response to this you smile, laughing softly. You're not mad, you're actually feeling really happy. “I’m sorry, angel…” He laughs quietly, kissing your hot neck and your ruddy cheeks. He watches your face with a big smile as you giggle beneath him. Your shoulders bouncing up and down and your chest pulsing with soft adorable laughter. He’s so happy to see you happy and he can’t help but smile. 

“Good, baby?” He smiles, wanting to know how you’re feeling, what’s going on in your mind. “Good… so good, Miguel…” You whisper. A swell of pride blooming in his chests. 

Your hands go to his chest, looking in his eyes with a softer smile as he leans down to kiss your lips. You're almost sad that it seems to be over. Wanting the feeling to last forever. He runs his lips over your cheek before lowering himself down even closer and letting his face dip down into the crook of your neck. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the curls at his nape. You just want him to kiss you for a little while longer. You don't want to be without his warm skin on you and his hands holding your body.

With his face in the crook of your neck and your hand in his hair, he begins to move within you again. Very slowly this time. You were not expecting it, and he could tell from the gasp that filled your mouth the second his cock thrust through your sensitive walls once again.

Immediately you both reacted to the feeling. With both of you feeling sensitive now, all you can do now is hold each other tightly and breathe. His heavy breath fanning your neck and chest and your soft moans filling his ears as he fucks you slow and sweet. This was the feeling he wanted to give you. This soft, squishy, full feeling. 

His arms are cradled around you as he pumps you full of his inches. Holding you so close and safe and secure. Nuzzling against your neck.

“I love you…” 

His heart flutters when he hears those words fall from your pretty lips. He’s hopelessly in love with you, willing to give you any and every part of himself. “I love you too…” He whispers, lifting his head to look in your eyes with a smile. And when he says those words to you he can feel himself reaching his own high. Humming as his head falls back down into your neck and his hips quicken. You can’t help but moan, clenching around him repeatedly, causing him to moan into your skin right next to your ear. “Oh baby… oh.. oh angel…” He moans breathlessly, his deep voice causing your stomach to flip, pushing you over the edge into oblivion. 

This release is sweeter. Miguel pumps into you through your orgasm as you whimper under him, your fingers digging into his shoulders and your chest rising up, soft breasts pressing up against his chest. With one final push Miguel is once again finding his release and you can feel the warmth of him spilling out inside. 

“Mm-uhh” You whimper and your head falls back into the pillows. Miguel tilts his head so he can watch your face and he smiles watching you come undone once again. “So pretty baby…” He says along with a slew of praises as he kisses your jaw and throat, halting his hips and letting you come down from your climax. 

Soon the two of you drift off to sleep in each other's embrace, not knowing what the future holds. Especially with you parents coming home from a month-long business trip tomorrow. 

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[robjn93]

˗ˏˋ stephanie brown accessible entry point

this is a list of comics to understand the basics of her character! ive seen a lot of people who didnt know where to start to read so ive compiled this list to make it as easy as possible for new readers to get into stephanie brown

who is stephanie brown?

daughter of the criminal and abusive father cluemaster (arthur brown), she became the spoiler to ‘spoil’ her father’s robbery and overall to protect herself and her mother from him. eventually she digs the vigilante life. she becomes robin briefly and is currently one of the batgirls!

as SPOILER:

⟢ secret origins: 80-page giant

this comic /technically/ is set in the future and is steph ‘telling the story of her childhood’ but honestly i find it pretty suitable even with no context and a must read in my eyes to understand her motives and character

⟢ detective comics 647 - 649

her first appearance… with the iconic brick in the face 😭 this comic is not set in a precise timeline, just post-robin 1991 and pre-knightfall so you can read it with no context as well!

⟢ showcase ‘95 #5 (second story)

PLEASE READ THIS i never see it in reading lists and its sooo important to me. it shows steph’s strained relationship with her mother when her dad is not in the picture and briefly some of her school life!

i’d say read robin (1993) afterwards because it consistently features steph, as much as it is ‘tim’s solo run’, but here THE most important stories (they were very hard to pick)

⟢ robin (1993) #3 - 5

her first appearance in the monthly! and lordd the timsteph here makes me sick. tim being saved by steph 🫶 also more on her and her mom as crystal is starting recovery from drug addiction

⟢ robin (1993) issue 15 - 16

not gonna lie, a huge part of me wants me to suggest it because you get to see arthur get his ass kicked by steph (sweet revenge) but theres also steph being saved by tim for a change and more on steph’s relationship with her dad

⟢ robin (1993) #35

this story for me conveys properly the impact that steph’s upbringing had on her sense of justice and morality being fundamentally different from batman and robin’s, something tim and bruce just can’t understand

⟢ robin (1993) #40 - 41

warning / implied SA (ariana ☹️) the story is a two-parter, steph’s side in issue 40 uses diary entries to explain how she feels about the whole vigilante ordeal. issue 41 is more timsteph oriented but it shows tim finally acknowledging his feelings for steph

⟢ huntress/spoiler: blunt trauma

this story happens during cataclysm but its not necessary to read the whole thing + dean’s first appearance 😒 he is the scumbag bastard ‘father of steph’s child’ + helena and steph linkup!!

⟢ robin (1993) #54 and 56-57

BAD CASE OF THE STEPHS MENTIONED + steph and crystal bonding and tim and steph getting together!!! + robin 57 as guilty pleasure :3 their first official date

⟢ robin (1993) #58-65

warning: dixon tackling teen pregnancy. we all know how that goes. remember dean? well steph got pregnant! and that guy bailed on her. dean when i get you. this arc breaks me everytime, steph you deserve the world ☹️

⟢ lewis era robin (1993) aka robin #100 - 120 HEAVY ON ROBIN 111

warning for SA / glimpses on steph’s childhood + dealing with the fact that her father is dead etc etc that will just make you think we should all just kill ourselves yk!!!!

as ROBIN:

⟢ robin (1993) #126 - 128

warning: debatable writing. robin steph! but take everything with like 5 pinches of different salts 😭 its bad y’all but it is essential. dan didio when i get your ass. dan didio when i get youuu

⟢ steph is dead! arc aka batman 634, detective comics 800 and 809, batgirl 62

i fucking hate war games so im not putting y'all through that. here instead: tim being so overcome by grief he can barely react to steph's passing, bruce remembering steph and cass hallucinating her as she is about to die

after that please just imagine that steph came back cause about every issue after her death was the worst ooc writing ever so, again, not putting you guys through that (its tough for stephanie brown fans)

as BATGIRL:

⟢ batgirl (2009)

i wanna say im conflicted about its writing but its about the best thing steph had post-revival. they constantly insult her spoiler legacy so not a fan of that!! but it is essential and i mostly like the rest so whatever :3 steph’s uni arc!

after that honestly nothing happened for her character, so heres on hoping she gets more stuff

[sweetyluvs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ vanilla kiss

ellie williams x fem! reader

the familiar laughs that echoed off Joel's front porch caught Ellie's attentions immediately.

her eyes shook from the two conversing Jesse and Dina to the unseeable side of joel’s house, her brows scrunching in the process.

You had said you were heading to sleep, excusing yourself a little more than a hour ago, at 7:30— and Joel had been in his house since around 6:00. Ellie swallowed nervously when she looked back to her two friends. “I’m gonna go, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow.” she announced, earning two smiles and farewells. “Okay, see ya’.” Jesse smirked, glancing to dina who rolled her eyes.

Ellie walked off, a little more speed in her step than she anticipated— the sound of laughter from afar got louder and louder with each passing of her foot in front of the other, creating her curiosity to become unbearable.

finally, after what felt like a millennium, she finally reached the side of the porch.

You sat beside Joel, smiling wildly and laughing as your eyes were trained on a leather book in the palms of his hands; he was pointing something to you— and amused smile on his face as well.

Ellie’s brow rose, an unexpected drop of sweat collecting on her forehead before she took a step onto the wooden floor.

The creak of the old wood attracted both your and joel’s attention to the cause of the sound; and having both of your eyes on her so suddenly send the single ball of sweat to turn into a tsunami engulfing her body.

“Ellie! we were just talking about you.” you said softly, sending joel a mischievous glance when he drown his smile out by taking a sip from his Coffee mug.

“you were..?” she skeptically asked, stepping forward and closer to you both, reaching the railing and leaning on her hip.

“Yes, Joel was showing me some things from when you were younger,” you amused, brushing some hair out of your face in a pitiful attempt to hide your widening smile.

Ellie’s heart dropped. She knew she was an.. interesting fourteen year old, and the last thing she wanted was her crush to see her in that time.

“huh?”

“Joel was showing me some cute pictures of you from when you were fourteen.” You laughed, cheeks turning rosy from the look on Ellie’s face.

“Now— she asked, alright? I only did it ‘cause she asked.” Joel confirmed, clearly trying to defended himself from Ellie’s possible wrath. you laughed loudly, covering your mouth shortly after. “I did ask; guilty. But ellie, you were so cute!”

Ellie covered her eyes with her hand, ducking her head to avoid eye contact as she huffed.

“It’s late— shouldn’t you guys be asleep already?” she murmured out, not missing your laugh.

“oh ellie, now you sound like joel!”

At that, she uncovered her eyes and sent you an unamused look, causing your smile to only widen. “But she’s right, I have patrol in the morning so i should probably check in with Jesse and head to sleep.” You remarked, sending joel a happy smile as you sat up from your chair.

“We should do this more. for an old man, joel, you’re fun to hang out with. definitely more fun than these kids.” you point to Ellie, and joel laughs.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow.” You say, waving bye and walking of his porch. Ellie sent joel a glance before following after you, catching your shoulder. you turned to her, hands intertwined behind your back as you both locked eyes.

“Can.. I walk you home?” she questions quietly, you smile, nodding. “that would be nice.”

The silence between you both was awkward, hearts beating in an unknown rhythm- yet comftorble, warming.

You tried to ignore how every few seconds you could see her head turn towards you, seemingly tracing your face before quickly looking back down. trying to contain your smile didn’t work in your pleasure when a small laugh escaped your lips upon catching her staring.

“what’s so funny?” ellie snarks, a blush raising to her cheeks, you could tell she was trying to make it seem like an angry flush.

“You.”

she groaned, her hands coating her face quickly, though failing to hide her beat red face. You nudged her shoulder once your house came to view, smile twitching.

“You spaz.” you laughed out, watching intently as ellie continued to walk blindly. “will you.. ugh.” she huffed, uncovering her face and angrily crossing her arms.

“relax. I’m here, anyways.” You announced, pointing to your house who’s coming to view from the trees. “Thanks for walking me, els.”

Ellie swallowed harshly, nodding quickly. “Actually— it’s.. more polite to take you to the door, right?” her fact came off more as a question, voice trembling nervously. You rose a brow, eyes staring through her. “Polite? what happened to ellie? where’d she go?” you teased, playfully checking behind her and behind yourself, joking going down the drain when you only received an eye roll from her instead of a laugh.

“oh— shut up.” she pushed your laughing form, quickly walking past you. You caught up, reaching her pace and arriving at your door rather quickly.

She stood beside you, her lips squeezed shut awkwardly when you reached for the door handle. “Thanks, ellie. Goodnight.” you said, smiling at her.

“wait—!” your attention flew to her again, as she stopped you from entering.

“I.. I have to tell you something.” She announced, sweat falling off her like melting ice, blush coating her face whole. you tried to fight the grin at her obviously nervous nature, simply wiping off your smile smoothly and nodding for her to continue.

Ellie inhaled; fiddling with her two hands, her eyes darting anywhere but you. Yes, ellie was awkward— excruciatingly so, yet, you’ve never seen her like this.

“I.. I..” she was completely tongue tied, her brows furrowed, lips being licked over and over, her teeth biting her cheek. you watched; suspicious.

“are you.. okay?” you question, stepping towards her, eyes scanning her. “Yes!” her head shot up, eyes meeting yours before darting down upon seeing your surprise face. “Yes, i’m fine, i just.. I just want to get this off my chest..”

you nod, your arms crossing. another inhale came from ellie before she straightened her back, a view cracks could be heard— you held back a grimace.

“I.. I like.. you..?” she confessed almost as a question, her jaw so tight you were surprised she could speak.

Your eyes blew wide, jaw surely falling open. you? You’ve liked ellie since the first week you had the blessing of meeting her— her auburn hair, her snarky personality, beautiful eyes and strong nature, it allured you, like moth to a light.

“what?”

“I like you— I.. never mind.”

she went to chicken out and run away, but this time you caught her arm. you grabbed harshly, whipping her towards you— and before she could protest, you smashed your lips to hers— a surge of passion, tender yet fierce, overwhelmed you. Ellie surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire, melting into you as your lips molded together. It was a kiss that spoke volumes without uttering a single word, an intimate language that only you two could understand.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside ceased to exist as your souls connected, and you found solace and completeness in each other's arms. Ellie’s body shook, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of emotions coursing through her at this moment. She had fought to suppress her feelings, but now, the floodgates had opened, and your love cascaded like a mighty waterfall, uncontainable and unstoppable.

she grabbed your waist, you reaching for her cheeks as you were deep inside a gaze— clinging to each other as though your lives depended on it.

but it quickly became desperate, heated breaths heaving from you both as your hands became clingy, searching for more than just a single place to rest. Ellie reached behind you, harshly opening the door— pushing you inside your house before slamming it. Your lips didn’t disconnect once, the kiss too deep to back out now. She had been to your house countless times, so her feet knew the rhythm to follow to reach your ocuch.

You got the idea, feet syncing with hers and before you knew it your back met the familiar cushioning of your sofa, yet this time it wasn’t as cozy and sweet as you remembered.

Her hands were roaming— exploring every crease and crevice on your body in the mere time between each desperate breath of air that was forced into your lungs before her lips connected once again to yours.

her hands began to undo your shirt, the pink buttons of your blouse disconnecting from their home.

“fuck..”

you hadn’t expected this to become as heated as it has, but the way her hands were on you— you had not choice but to comply.

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

I’ve finally reached a point where I can sit down and do some work on Ash’s game on my own. It took a lot longer than I thought it would. Not only because his workflow is incredibly chaotic, but also his design is incredibly complex, far more complex than anything we work on at Rainy Day, but it’s fun to feel challenged again.

I’ve spent every night this week in Ash’s living room while he walks me through everything he has so far, sorting out the design and the mechanics, his ideas for the worlds, characters, storylines, objectives, and so on. Yet, it feels like we’ve only scratched the surface.

We work well together, but we’re also easily distracted, often going off on random tangents and talking about everything from our families to school years and childhood friends to experiences we’ve had or want to have; we talk about how fun it would be to have our own indie gaming company one day, if only we could focus on the actual game for longer than an hour at a time.

Last night a song came on that inspired a whole conversation about music and all the songs we used to sing the wrong lyrics to, and some he still sings wrong just to annoy Lex. We started playing a game where we’d give each other a random word or category and the other would have to play a song they liked that fit. At one point I asked him what his guilty pleasure song is.

“Oh, I have dozens of those,” he said, “uh, but the first one that comes to mind is The Boys of Summer.”

“Your guilty pleasure song is an 80’s song?” I was shocked considering the amount of shit he gives me for the majority of my playlist.

“No no no no,” he shook his head, “I should clarify. The original sucks.”

“Of course you think so.”

“Obviously. Okay, but the one I’m talking about is the cover of The Boys of Summer by The Ataris.

“I like the name, but I have no idea who that is,” I admitted.

He laughed as he pulled up the song and told me, “You’re either going to love this or hate it. I’m not sure which.” When he pressed play, all I could do was watch in awe as he shamelessly enjoyed the song, complete with hand motions, air guitar and lip syncing. At one point he leaned in and sang directly to me, “But I don’t understand what happened to our love. But baby when I get you back, I’m gonna show you what I’m made of!” And then he spun away and started dancing to the chorus.  

Before I had a chance to think too hard about whether he was trying to tell me something through the lyrics, he pulled me off the couch to join him. We sang and danced with everything we had until we collapsed onto the couch, out of breath and wiping tears from our eyes.

When we finally calmed down, he pointed at me, “Your turn. What’s your guilty pleasure song?”

“Oh god,” I covered my face, “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this.”

“Tell me.” He demanded.

“Dancing With Myself by Generation X. I can’t hear it and not sing and dance around my apartment like an idiot.”

“Oh, I have got to see this!” He sat up excitedly to find the song and turn it on… and then cheered when I began clapping my hands to the beat… and then completely lost it and fell over laughing when I sang along with my eerily accurate Billy Idol impersonation.

It’s become one of my favorite things, making him laugh. He has about a dozen different laughs from a rush of air through his teeth, to an infectious giggle, to a loud belly laugh… but my favorite is when he’s laughing so hard that no sound comes out aside from a series of clicks until he finally catches his breath.

It’s so easy with him, to get out of my head, to just relax and be myself.

Not everything is easy, though. I keep telling myself that eventually my feelings will fade, that it will get easier to just be his friend and nothing more, but if anything, it’s getting more difficult. Sometimes when we’re together, all I can think about is sliding my hand over to rest it on his leg, or to pick up his hand and interlace our fingers, or to reach up and hold his face, turning it toward me so I can kiss him. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about kissing him, his lips, his neck, that inch skin above his waistband that sometimes shows when his shirt rides up just enough, every part of him. Sometimes I let my eye contact linger just a little, desperate for him to give me a sign that he still feels the same way, but he never does. On some level, I’m grateful. It’s better this way. I’d only end up hurting him again.

I hear the front door open and close, bringing me out of my daydream and back to my computer screen. I look over what I’ve done so far to make sure I didn’t screw anything up while I drifted away.

A second later, I hear Dawn enter the room and flop onto my bed behind me and I glance at the clock, it’s only two.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Finished early. What are you doing? I thought you weren’t working on Fridays anymore.”

“I’m not. It’s just a side project I’m working on with Ash.”

“Ooooh I see.”

I roll my eyes and change the subject before she can inquire further. “So, why are you on my bed? What do you want?” As I say the words, I’m overcome by the feeling that we’ve done this before.

“For you to take a break and go do something with me." I'm antsy. "I’m antsy.” Her words come out like an echo from my own mind and my whole body feels fuzzy for a moment.

“Have we had this conversation before?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Hm. I’m having the weirdest déjà vu.”

“Maybe you’ve been staring at that screen too long. We should get out and do something.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I’m open to suggestions. “I’m open to suggestions.”

Weird. This conversation, the song playing through my speaker, Dawn laying on my bed, me at my computer… everything feels so familiar. “Where’s your boyfriend? Why aren’t you dragging him out?” Even as I ask the question, I know I’ve asked it before.

“He’s busy…” Having coffee with his ex-girlfriend. “Having coffee with his ex-girlfriend.”

Okay, I clearly need some fresh air, and she clearly needs my support right now, so I save my work, lock my computer, and spin around to face her. “Oh, that’s why you’re antsy. Okay, I can take a break, but let’s go outside. We can go for a jog, that’ll get your energy out.”

“Fine, I’ll go change.”

Prev // Deja vu // Next

[etheries1015]

Since you mentioned liking omegaverse I have a green light to share my idea. It's inspired by it, but not exactly the entire omegaverse lore. With beastmen boys of twst! Fem reader is probably a beast person bc ✨pheromones✨ and scents.

Savanaclaw is very sensitive to scent, right? Imagine platonic Savanaclaw boys with Yuu who can show or subtly influence non-humans with scent (like in omegaverse!). Imagine releasing calming scent-pheromones whenever your more aggressive friends like Jack or Leona seem upset, and said scent usually attracts beastmen. It's pleasant too so I can see getting out of a napping Leona's grip being even harder because you're a nice scented pillow.

However, you showing that you're upset via scent-pheromones thing. Even if your face seems normal, beastmen or other nonhumans can tell if you're upset if your scent is either getting stronger or smelling too sweet if you prefer Yuu with sweeter scents.

i'm gonna be so real right nowOmegaverse is my guilty pleasure ngl asdfjlaksej

I like that idea! Leona getting annoyed and frustrated per usual when suddenly he smells something sweet and is almost instantly soothed, albeit confused at the same time. They all tend to talk it up to your "healing presence." But this was quickly washed away when you were the one becoming agitated...He uses your "calming presence and sweet scent" easily as an excuse to hold you captive and experience the most amazing nap he has ever had. You're like...his incense burner with a sweet scent that leaves you groggy and at ease. You were a very good person to go to simply to talk out their troubles, for you always seemed to have this...comforting scent.

Although when you were angry...it was almost an immediate reaction, the air felt heavy and it was just a fog of threatening aura. The beastmen almost falling to their knees at the weight that was placed on their hearts set with unease and border line fear...

they never thought their prefect could be such a menacing force to be reckoned with! I feel that the potency of your pheromones puts most of savanaclaw in check around you, almost leaving them submissive...

heueheueheueheueheu.

[hello-nichya-here]

Zucest - Age Regression

Notanon asked: So, given that:

1) you already had them playing house,

2) Azula is the spoiled brat, but also the more emotionally and psychologically vulnerable,

3) I have a guilty pleasure for loving and doting Zuzu taking care of scared, broken and vulnerable Lala:

I now have this post Agni-Kai headcanon, where Azula remains catatonic for a couple of days after her defeat and then suffers a psychological age regression: She curls up in a ball crying and saying in a small voice she is scared and she wants mommy and daddy and Zuzu. At first neither Zuko nor the doctors can understand what's going on, until one of the doctors has the proverbial lightbulb go off in his head and asks her how old she is. Azula timidly lifts a fully open hand, indicating she thinks she's five years old. Zuko realizes that this is before she even knew she could firebend, and consequently before Ozai started ruining her.

To add to the misery, the doctors confirm that no, it's not an act to manipulate Zuko and yes, she really thinks she's five, but she's super scared because, while she does remember some fragments and distorted parts of the last nine years, she thinks they were just a bad dream, but Zuko himself (with the scar and being more than twice the age he should be in her mind) is physical proof that her bad dream was real and it's making her even more confused and scared.

In other words, now Zuko has a real head-scratcher to deal with. How does he go about it? Take it away!

***

Oh. My. God. I love this. I love everything about this. Warning: it got kinky in the end because I'm me.

At first, Zuko is only gonna hold Azula close, rub her back and tell her in a soothing voice that everything is okay now, and that no one is going to hurt them. That the doctors just want to help her get better and that she'll understand everything once she does. That he is making sure mom will be back soon, safe and sound. Azula then asks about dad, to which Zuko awkwardly says that Ozai is... recovering too, and if things work out she'll be allowed to see him.

Obviously he doesn't really WANT to let Azula see their father, especially not in this condition, but she wouldn't have calmed down otherwise and it's not like Ozai will ever even want to recover, so that reunion is never gonna happen.

Azula relaxes a bit, but it quickly becomes clear that, for her to feel truly safe (or safer) she'll need to be in the palace, so Zuko just has the doctors take of her at home instead of at the hospital. His intention was for her bedroom to be her hospital room, but she refuses to sleep alone, so Zuko lets her spend the night with him, assuming that after a few days or weeks she'll feel safe enough by herself.

But she doesn't. And when they finally find Ursa and she's offering to let Azula stay with her, Azula refuses. She remembers almost anything, but it's clear that some of part of her still resents Ursa and doesn't feel comfortable getting any help from her, even if it's clear she likes the attention. Without much of a choice, Zuko resigns himself to being her guardian, trying to take care of her every need.

At first, he struggles to properly manage his time, since he has a ton of new responsibilities as Fire Lord, but eventually he gets a handle on it, especially whenever one of his friends shows up to give him a helping hand. And since Azula insists on following him around pretty much everywhere, reading or drawing on his office as he takes care of his political role, one day, without thinking, she ends up offering a great solution for a matter Zuko had been discussing with one of his advisors.

She seems to confused as to what exactly came over her, and it scares her a bit, but Zuko just picks her up and spins her around, kissing her cheeks and praising her, overjoyed that some of her old self seems to be resurfacing after so many months. His mother is a bit worried, since Azula's old self wasn't exactly easy to handle, but he doesn't even care. They've gotten so close that he is sure that once she fully recovers she won't go back to hating him, at least not fully, and that they'll find a way to be on good terms.

Their routine continues as normal, much to the doctors' disappointment, as they were all hoping Azula would start having more instinctive moments like that and start acting her again, but Zuko doesn't mind it one bit. He makes sure she's always getting enough food, sleep, therapy sessions, everything. He reads her a story every night and helps her bathe and dress up every morning. Whenever there's a thunderstorm, he lets her cling to him for comfort, no matter where they are or what he was doing. He even spoils her a bit, giving her anything she wants - sweets, books, toys, pretty clothes, etc. 

And as difficult as it is, he tries to be honest when Azula asks things like "Why isn't Lu Ten around?" or "Did dad give you that scar?" He can tell that, if he lies to her about happened, she'll stop trusting him, and even though the answers upset her, he always manages to soothe her. 

When he and Mai break up for the final time, amicably, Azula offers to be his new girlfriend so he won't be sad. Zuko chuckles and tells her that siblings don't date. He doesn't think much of her offer, assuming it's just a classic case of a child (well, "child" in this case) not understanding the difference between familial and romantic love. He is sure it's fully innocent.

He has no idea that what made Azula suggest that were strange thoughts she's been having, in which she pictures him kissing her and asking to marry her. They feel familiar, but not as vivid as events like their Agni Kai (which Azula doesn't yet have the courage to ask about), so she's unsure if they are memories of real events or of some daydream of hers.

Once it's been almost a full year since her breakdown, Azula instinctively creates a small, orange flame in the fire place during a rainy night, and Zuko is about to celebrate - until he notices Azula is clearly about to panic. That simple action led to dozens of unpleasant memories flooding her head - harsh firebending instructors, demanding teachers at the Fire Nation's royal academy for girls, Ozai's overwhelming expectations of her, and, of course, some battles she's been in. Zuko promises her that none of it will ever happen again, but this time Azula doesn't calm down until he's singing her an old song that Ozai used to sing for them, back when he was still putting in the slightest effort into being a good father. She falls asleep, but is still shaken the next morning. 

After that incident, her behavior becomes a bit inconsistent. When she isn't thinking much, she acts like she's around 10 years old, so still very much a child, but not as dependent on Zuko as before. But whenever she catches herself acting like that, she deliberately tries to act like she's 5, out of fear that Zuko will distance himself from her if he believes she doesn't need him as much. The doctors notice and tell him to try and stablish some boundaries.

But he can't. Each time she puts on that facade of helpless little princess that desperately needs her older brother (who is basically her father at this point) to take care of all her needs, he immediately folds. He does still try to encourage her to practice her bending again, and eventually she accepts, finding it quite enjoyable since for once there's no expectation for her to be perfect. It eventually gives her the confidence to not act like she's that much younger (though she still slips every now and then) and by the time of her 16th birthday, she's pretty much behaving as she did when she was 12 - once again, younger than her actual age, but making progress.

This, however, comes with the awkward consequence of Azula remembering some of her more... inappropriate thoughts towards her brother. She finds herself struggling not to stare when he's firebending without a shirt, or wearing clothes that make him look really good. Every night, when they go to sleep, she can't help but fantasize about kissing and touching him. As her treatment progresses, her fantasy self becomes more and more bold.

By her 17th birthday, the doctors consider her fully recovered - even if she insists on the facade that she's "too scared" to sleep alone. They once again remind Zuko to set some boundaries, and then leave the palace for good.

That night, Azula cannot help herself and kisses Zuko when he pulls her into his arms for a hug. He is shocked at what she's done and horrified at how his body reacted. He had fantasies about sleeping with her pretty much from the moment they were reunited after three long years, but her breakdown and the vulnerable position she had been in for so long after it had kept his lust dormant, and Zuko had naively assumed that his "unnatural" desire was dead.

He keeps trying to resist, telling her that this is wrong, and insisting that it would be taking advantage of her, even as she swears to him that she already wanted this long before he had to basically become her parent - but, of course, he eventually gives in and makes love to her. The morning after, he tells that it will never happen again.

It happens again that very night. And the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that, until Zuko eventually stops kidding himself and just accepts that he's a freak. It was all the permission Azula needed to practically demand that he acts like her "daddy" again each time they have sex - and even when they're not. Zuko HATES how much it turns him on, as he feels it is tainting the genuinely innocent moments they had shared during her recovery, but Azula enjoys it so much that he cannot be bothered to keep judging himself for it.

He touches her each time he "helps" her bathe and get dressed. On some nights, he reads or sings to her before bed, and on others they just make love until they fall sleep. He'll "punish" her with spankings each time she misbehaves or does something wrong when firebending. He makes her indulge in every perverse fantasy he can think of in exchange for giving her gifts. 

He feels like the sickest man alive and he's never been happier, and Azula has never felt so adored in her entire life.

[autisticempathydaemon]

hi i’m here for the redacted matchmaker thing! :))

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? - freak by lana del rey, it’s such a beautiful song plus the transition to art deco is 😍😍, i’m not really in love with a specific lyric or verse but the way she sings ‘we could slow dance to rock music, kiss while w do it, talk til w both turn blue’ is really satisfying 🫶

What is your Enneagram type? - type 2!!

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? - sort of, i really like ones about the placebo affect

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. - a cat named daisy who used to come around w me everywhere

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? - listening to music under 20 million blankets

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) - not really sure, maybe to something like lottie? i’ve always loved that name

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? - any of regulus’s audios, as creepy as they are they are amazing to listen to, or geordis valenweek vid :)

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) - david and vega, nothing against them just they never appealed to me

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. - mean girls, i can quote basically the entire movie

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? - hush, he’s just a creepy little guy

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) - i don’t think i do? i pretty much go nonverbal when i’m sleepy

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. - i’m british 💔💔

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. - hush’s he is definitely one of my favourites, i can’t wait to see where his storyline is gonna go, also the balance

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? - mha 😞😞😞 it’s so comforting to me and the character development is so good imo

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! - ENFP, i love cats n wombats, my friends are really important to me, i love pink, i can’t survive w out music, i play the piano and i love lana del rey 🎀🤞

tysm!!

Babe, you’re a piano playing BNHA fan. Who else could I give you other than our resident DJ and Redacted equivalent to Present Mic, Hudson?

Obvs, those aren’t the ONLY reasons. Type Two’s are motivated by a desire to be loved and understood; Hudson strikes me as an openly loving and affectionate person. You’re an extrovert; he’s an extrovert. You’re British; of the Redacted bois, Hudson strikes me as the most enthusiastic to have a partner with such a fun accent so different from him. There’s lots of reasons of varying sizes and significances, but your love of music and piano is definitely a major factor.

Hudson is a truly fun person to be with, especially for an extroverted partner. He strikes me as the type of guy who has tons of friends, very popular, and his friends easily become yours as well- especially since he talks about you on air so much. (Maybe he calls you Lottie as a radio pseudonym, before he asks whether you want your real name broadcasted!) Eventually he gets you in the studio with him, maybe playing piano backing tracks or honestly just to hang out with him. He loves sharing his partner and your lovely voice with the world.

Song:

We live in cities you'll never see on-screen/ Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things/ Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams/ And you know, we're on each other's team/ I'm kind of over gettin' told to throw my hands up in the air/ So there

Thank god for Spotify and their algorithmically generated Artist Radios! This song was in the line-up, and it feels right somehow. It’s one of those “late night driving turn up the radio let’s pretend we’re the only two people in the world” songs, but I love the beat in the chorus, so I can also imagine him playing it on air and dedicating it to you. (It’s also funny to me because you figuratively live in a city that you’ll never see in the screen- at least, the empowered part of the city lol)

Runner-ups:

Milo is a runner-up for you because one, I love to stick cute motherfuckers with cute accents together- it’s fun. Two, extroverted cat lovers unite. Geordi was another option for you because I think you two would like the same media and he is so smitten with the way you play piano~

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[missfckingfortune]

I KNOW, SANTA IS SO EXCITED FOR DECEMBER TOO

I'm SO with you on all the AU's, you have no idea.

Historical, you're a woman after my own heart. 💕💕 I'm hearing regency, so I have a sneaky question, do you have any favourite setting for your regency? (purposefully keeping this vague but a country or specific tropes maybe?) 

And, if you're into the classics, do you have a favourite regency classic?

also HELLO on the hospital backdrop, I'm at the very least well into all the possible medical shows, it's an addiction I can't quit. (I have a whole google slides presentation about grey's anatomy to help me keep track 🤣)

If you're feeling like it you could give me your headcanons about what kinds of doctors elucien and your other favourite acotar characters would be? 😏

Also I did mean alternative universes but I can't blame you for naming these glorious fics (which are AU's too so it counts, really)

Some top tier headcanons, I'm also a firm Lucien has the smuggest, sexiest smirk believer and I love powerful, in-control Elain.

Everything you say helps, you talk to me, we become best friends, and I'm going to do the magic 😌 Till the next one, Santa 💌💌

SANTA I am gonna have to sit in your lap and let you spank me because I've been very naughty not answering this, and I"M SORRY. My favorite Regency classic has to be Pride and Prejudice. It's unmatched. I love every movie adaptation. i know this is an unoriginal pick, but I guess it's a popular one for a reason. I also really like Poldark. I'm not saying that's a regency classic; I just like it, haha. Aiden Turner and Elinor Tomlinson are just peak tortured horny souls together in season one. I've watched this a lot of time. It's not Regency either- but I also really like pirates. My favorite show ever made is Black Sails ( I have a tattoo about it- so you could say I'm a casual fan), and Pirates of the Caribbean is my guilty childhood pleasure. Oh wow, it certainly sounds like you're a Grey's Anatomy superfan. So, I could see Lucien as either a facial plastic surgeon ( despite not really caring enough to fix his own scar), an ophthalmologist or ophthalmologic surgeon ( hehehe eyeballs), or a good old front-line ED physician in the heart of the crazy. Cassian is undoubtedly an orthopedic surgeon, slamming bones and drilling cement all day. Az is path/rads ( no one sees him in the dark, so mysterious) Rhys is neuro don't talk to him. Elain is tough for me but I think for right now, I'd place her as a psychiatrist ( visions, hallucinations). What else can I tell you? What else do you want to know? Thanks for being such a wonderful santa!

[jasontoddspussy]

Blorbo Playlists: Jason Todd

Songs that makes me think of Jaybird based on either lyrics or vibes. If it's lyrics I'll specify which ones.

Laugh I nearly died - The Rolling Stones

Always - Saliva

In the shadows - The Rasmus

Johnny Ringo - Crown The Empire

Believe - Hollywood Undead

Academy - BlackGryph0n, Baasik.

Based on these lyrics:

Can't sleep 'cus I'm in too deep and I'm wide awake. Cold tears for the years they've taken' away. Dawn breaks, every muscle aches and we've just begun - But I need to fight to be the best, 'gonna train you you want it, nothing ever changes without it.

Getting Stronger - Michelle Creber, BlackGryph0n, Baasik

Based on these lyrics:

My return is a mystery, thoguht you had control of me? I'm offended that you're so surprised. That first defeat was a practice round but I'll pull myself off the ground and I've already planned your demise. I won't stop fightin' cus' I'm not done yet, you're gonna regret this time I won't let you forget.

Nightmare - Set It Off

Time Will Tell - AONE ft. T.Stebbins

Blasphemy - Bring Me The Horizon

Sleep - My Chemical Romance

Based primarily on these lyrics:

Some say now suffer all the children

And walk away a savior, or a madman and polluted

From gutter institutions, don't you breathe for me

Undeserving of your sympathy 'Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

Gunman - Orden Ogan

Based on these lyrics:

My boots sink in bullet shells I have become an outlaw

Nightmare of the damned, the hangman left the scaffold

I took him out, still blindfold I made this place a ghost town painted the lanes red. I'll find you, I'll hunt you down

I'll be your final nightmare, I am the gunman

I bring salvation on this day Here comes the gunman

You know that vengeance is my name

Kamikazee - MISSIO

River of Fire - In This Moment

Burn - In This Moment

Interlude IV (showtime) - Zach Callison

Till I Collapse - Eminem

Machinegun - OG. by KIRA, covered by Wasureru

Meltdown - OG. by Iroha Sasaki, english cover by Kuraiinu

This song is very very Jason so picking just some lyrics is hard bcs all of it fits.

Honey I'm Home - GHOST

Human - Anavae

Mortal Remains - Blackbriar

Drowning - Radio Company

Sleepless - Josh A

Lonely - Palaye Royale

Based on these lyrics:

My life don't mean that much to me so I'll live it for you, yeah I'l live it for you, but you can't stand the sight of me so what's the point of this fucked up catastrophe? Daydreaming of my funeral, like who would show? I bet no one would go. Hey dad don't show up for me now just to bury your little boy in the ground, you broke my heart when you left me just' waiting, just waitin'.

In the middle of the night - Within Temptation

Masterpiece - Motionless in white

Based on these lyrics:

I need to heal what I inflict but I'll burn that bridge when I get to it, as I play roulette with a broken gun I confess this sins with a sharp and spiteful songs. Outlined by guilt my portrait stares in a gallery where the walls lie bare. Illustrate al of my pain and set it all ablaze - So how do I apologise and put the tears back in your eyes? When every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece of my mistakes, in in the light of my demise I see my failures in your eyes.

Wires - The Neighbourhood

Werewolf - Motionless In White

Based on these lyrics:

And in the pale moonlight, a debt to be paid

For one must suffer for all eternity, nothing lasts forever, even guilty pleasures

I could be up all night, but I'm paralyzed when the creature comes alive, don't wanna feel. I could be honest, I could be human

I could become the silver bullet in your head

But you can't break my heart like I can.

Afraid - The Neighbourhood

I made a playlist, too::')

[candyheartedchy]

I'd like to say you're a Very admirable figure in my life the idea you're very loud and proud whether just online or not it means a lot to me especially on account you do this in honor of your younger self and I'm Still self conscious to really live it up however I have a main f/o who's an oc of mind that all my friends legitimately refer to as my fiance while I could go off about that another day I wanted to slide in and say I've seen some negativity in the past about self shipping with media that is meant more and more for kids and while there's that whole discussion about whether adults should even be watching shows for kids is a mess I don't think there's an age limit on FUN! If I want to watch kiddy shows I'm gonna watch my shows (I'm a huge fan of Hanazuki I binge watched on youtube) and the reason I mention all of this is because you've simultaneously made me less self conscious of just enjoying whatever shows no matter who the intended audience was and the fact we don't Have to outgrow interests or types of medias but also that having a crush on a character from such a show isn't a bad thing whatsoever and is very cute (proof: you) and I'm building up the courage some to say that after watching a commercial starring Cookie Monster eating cereal I'm realizing I had such a fascination in my youth of him when watching Sesame Street in passing (didn't have cable) that seeing him in that commercial as Oddly complex and yet so cute and silly I'm like getting it now however idk how I'm gonna tell my friends I have a sudden and growing crush on Cookie Monster

I agree with that there isn’t really a age limit on having fun. Shows are entertainment, made to entertain. And everyone has guilty pleasure shows that aren’t always intended for certain audiences.

Like I watch a lot of kids shows and have f/o(s) from them, but I grew up with these shows were I had crushes on certain characters when I was younger that eventually resurfaced and I started self shipping with them publicly because of this. And sure I watch adult shows sometimes, but children cartoon are always more comforting for me.

And Cookie Monster is a sweetheart so I can understand having a crush on the character (heck one of my main f/o(s) looks like a Muppet lol).

But overall I glad you feel less self conscious of just enjoying shows that make you happy, no matter if you’re the intended audience or not. You’re allowed to watch things that make you happy! And I think now that’s there’s such a wide variety in f/o(s) from different medias nowadays that others have become more welcoming of it.

[phoenix-wulf]

New and improved mc design 👀?

ok maybe not that much different

Thinking about @emersonfreepress has got me buzzing again

Reintroducing Evelyn Monroe, preppy good girl by day and casual grunge by night!

More personal info below~

Daughter of Henry and Catalina Monroe. 

Gender and Sex: Female  Hair: Black Eyes: Grey Sexuality: Bisexual Weapon of Choice: Blunt Weapons Ethnicity: French and Latina Style: Grunge, but Casual? Wears obnoxiously "loud" headband prints at school on purpose. Even if one is taken, a louder one takes it's place.

Relationships (via Evelyn's pov)

Gabe: Hello, my other half. We may be at each other's throats but we know we can't find anyone more complimentary. I truly love and hate how much we are alike. But I fear you've already passed the thresh hold I'm too scared to cross. And fear it'd be too late to turn back. Kile: They showed me the ropes after a while with different weapons. It was fun and sent a shiver down my spine. I can see how they found this entertaining, albeit a little worrisome just skill they are. I'll just be glad I'm on they're side. Vincent: The valedictorian with a stick up his ass? I'd say this was too cliche but this guy really has a problem with everything! If Vi winds himself up even more then he's gonna bust a vessel. But, he is fun to play with given how easily flustered he becomes. Maybe he needs some help to relax~ Rain: I like your funny words magic man. I don't know what they are saying half the time but they have so such passion it's kinda infectious. I tell them all the time "I better see your name in fashion week before the 10 year reunion." I hope they know I'm looking forward to it a lot. Jack: I don't think I've ever seen the perfect embodiment of the dog in a human. Such a good human with only pure intent? Impossible in snake pit of a school, yet here he is. He expanded my interest so much, did you know dungeons and dragons is actually fun?! He's so sweet, maybe we could.... But I pity him for having to be around Vincent so much. Jessie: Is she... the token sunshine in this group of vipers? How?? Jessie has explained they're all childhood friends but come on... And what is this girl's super power? Why do I feel the instinct to protect her despite knowing she can handle herself? Sigh, this is weird. Rohan: Musical soulmate. He's just so fun! I have and had friends before, but no one has understood me so seamlessly at a fundamental level. It's actually very jarring. He's disappointed very time I turn down his skipping offers so he calls me lame, jokingly of course. It's fine, I tell him "And I won't be the lame one that couldn't graduate the first time because I skipped all the time." We laugh. I've never had so much fun with a single person before. Heidi: Very hard to read but that's hardly new news. But y'know what? Respect to her. She plays the game around her with perfection and ease like an art. Especially with that friend group of hers. It's almost enviable. But I'm not here to admire. This social game needs an equalizer. Though its a little distracting when your "opponent" is so pretty Curt: Guilty pleasure. That stupid face... stop looking at me like that! I'm supposed to be the one that makes people flustered, not the other way around! How is able to get under my skin so much? Ugh I need to stay away before I punch his stupid face.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

the knife

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Once a week, Bucky cleans and sharpens his knives, but this time, the easy task takes another path.

word count: 1.936 words. (i know, it's long, but it worth it).

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! knife!kink, sir!kink, praising!kink, foreplay (female receiving, use of a knife), language, mention of bodily fluid.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Who in their right mind wouldn’t feel hypnotized by the way Bucky has to dance a knife between his fingers?

Once a week it’s all he does during the day. Clean and sharpen his knives, after spending the whole morning training with them, while you can’t stop looking at him amazed. And horny. You feel like a slut, let’s be clear. You can’t help but imagine how good his hands make you feel whenever he touches you, whenever he grips your throat, whenever he pulls your hair. But, mostly, he’s too stupid to notice it. Even innocent you could say.

So, there you are, sitting on the sofa in front of him pretending to be reading a book, while his fingers grab a cloth with too much care to clean the blade of his favorite one. The one you got him for your first anniversary. A mini-machete with a black leather handle and golden ornaments all around it. When Bucky saw it for the first time, he fell in love.

As soon as he raises his oceanic eyes towards you, yours fall to the pages trying to hide the bunch of emotions within your chest and your lower belly. You can’t help but lick your lips clearing your throat, a gesture that makes him giggle putting down the machete over the table. In complete silence, Bucky stands up to stretch his arms to the ceiling, before leading his steps dangerously closer to you. Pressing your lips to contain a guilty laugh for being caught in action, you look at him through your eyelashes.

“You have something to tell me, doll?”

You shake your head swallowing greedily, about to choke on your own saliva.

“You sure?” He inquires then, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

Fucking grey sweatpants. This time, you nod with your head, whilst he is sitting by your side. Bucky grabs the book between your hands, tossing it above his shoulder to somewhere on the floor, without putting his eyes away from yours. You gulp again, starting to feel some difficulties to breathe staring at him placing his arm made of vibranium over your shoulders. There’s no gesture on his face when he raises his left hand to your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him.

“C'mon... Tell me what you want”.

His lips brush yours, driving you insane and racing your heart, as his firm tone of voice slides itself between them. A shiver runs down your backbone, drying your throat as the heat floods your guts. But you can’t think of a single word to say. Bucky waits patiently a couple of seconds, nodding at the end as —for him— the game has started. He puckers his lips, about to get up from the sofa pulling his hands away from you. And you stop him. Of course you do. As soon as you can react. You grab his cold wrist to push him back, almost falling on top of you.

Bucky’s laugh fills the whole room, getting comfier between your legs while your fingers get tangled in his long brown hair. Using the tip of his tongue, he licks your lips at the same time he crashes his pelvis against your needed core. You can’t hold a loud and pleased moan, closing your eyes and hearing another laugh coming from his mouth.

“Last chance, doll. Do you have something to tell me?” The soldier grunts onto your lips.

“Just… touch me, please”. You’re almost sobbing so anxiously, when Bucky starts to rock his hips between your legs, creating a very satisfying friction.

“No, doll... We’re gonna try something new”.

Your eyes widen in surprise, curiosity, and confusion, touring the length of his metallic arm until reaching the long fingers grabbing the mini-machete you gave him. You gasp uncontrollably, while his other hand snakes up your thigh to find your panties under the baggy shirt you’re wearing. One of the shirts you usually steal from his wardrobe. Bucky brings the blade to his teeth, holding it there to sit up and help you to strip. In less than a blink, you are completely exposed to his attentive and lustful blue eyes.

You spread your legs for him without the needing of being asked for, showing him in all its glory your warm cunt shining in your arousal. Bucky would give his life for digging his hard and twitching dick in your pussy right now, but he has another plan. One that you are going to enjoy anyway. Leaning over you with the machete now back to his hand, his left forefinger goes straight to your folds; wetting it with your sweet juices in a soft stroke.

“Open your mouth”. He demands with such a raspy tone of voice, bringing the handle of his knife to your lips.

You welcome it in silence, delighted, hornier than ever. Twelve inches of leather that you suck and lick pleasantly for him. You cover it with your saliva, swirling your tongue around it as he marks the rhythm inside your mouth. Meanwhile, his index finger helps you to calm your anxiety, giving enough attention to your swollen clit. You can’t think, you can’t moan, you can’t breathe. You two haven’t started and you feel already that you could cum in less than a sigh. Bucky sees it in your eyes, and he can’t hide a petty smile growing on his face. He loves to tease you.

“Have you been feeling like this all day, uh?”

Pulling away the handle from your mouth, he drags it over your skin, down by your collarbone and the small space between your breasts. Slowly, too damn slowly. You don’t know how he can control himself this good when you’re about to cry. You need him so much. All the time. But days like these… You need him twice as much.

“Yes…” You just mumble weakly as the wet handle reaches your abdomen continuing his path down.

“Tell me what you want”.

“Put it inside me, please…”

“Please, what, uh?”

“Please, sir”.

You can see your boyfriend breathing through his parted lips, catching his air at the moment he watches you whimper when the leather slightly touches your clit. You are so beautiful for him —legs opened, hard nipples and begging.

Placing his flesh arm under your waist to raise a little your ass, Bucky plays with the handle up and down your slit, making a pressure that causes you to grunt annoyed. He giggles inevitably, sliding it slowly into your wetness, and you can’t help but arch your back pleased when the knife starts to stretch your walls so torturously and deliciously. When his cool fingers touch you provoking you a soft chill, and you feel it’s completely inside you, Bucky moves back his hand with the same slow pace.

He’s driving you crazy. He knows it pretty well. He doesn’t enjoy anything more than the fact of having you under his control, under his power. Gripping his warm hand around your throat, he makes himself some space by your side on the sofa. Now, his lips can touch yours, drink your delighted sobs, look at your eyes from closer.

“Do you like it, baby doll?”

“Yes… Yes, sir… I li— like it, sir”. You utter with a broken thread of voice, nodding with your head briefly.

“I know. I can feel it. You think I don’t notice…” He whispers in a hum, sticking his forehead to yours, tightening the grip around your neck. “But the truth is… I do it on purpose. I always make sure you look at me. Anyone else, but at me”.

Oh, there it is. These insecurities he always hides masterfully, but the ones that claim your attention the whole time. Bucky needs you too. You were the first person who didn’t treat him like an assassin, nor like a monster. He lives to make you happy. He can’t think about the idea of losing you one day, just because he doesn’t give you enough. But he is. He is more than enough. And you prove him every single day since you met him.

“Please, sir… I wa— want more… faster”. You plea against his lips, placing your arms around his, softly swinging your hips at the rhythm of the knife he’s using to fuck you.

“You want it faster, uh?” He repeats playfully, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek at the end.

“Please…”

And Bucky pleases you. The move of his wrist makes the pace increase a little. The handle goes somewhat deeper, carefully to not hurt you. He twists it making you moan, stir, bite your tongue. Bucky is well-aware of what you like and how you like it. And he wants to make you cream his mini-machete to remember that day whenever he uses it in a mission, far away from you.

A wet, dirty noise starts to make an appearance when the thrusts into your soaked cunt are more constant, just like your satisfied vocals echo the room. Bucky spreads kisses all over your face, keeping his fingers around your neck to keep you close.

“God… you’re such a good girl taking my knife this good”. Your boyfriend can’t help but purr onto your ear, feeling how he could cum in his sweatpants just by looking at you so damn needy for him. “And I swear… it’s not gonna be the only one… I’m gonna make you fuck all my knives, doll”.

Just imagining it, you feel the tickles concentrating in your lower belly. You feel your juices spilling down your buttocks and staining the sofa. This man is going to be the death for you. But if you have to die… Is there any other better way?

“C'mon… do your magic…” He encourages you, getting closer to your lips.

Bucky doesn’t give you the chance to moan in a reply, tucking his tongue into your mouth to devour it. The pushes to your g-spot become eager, harder, and well-aimed; wanting at all cost to make you cum. And as soon as he feels your legs shivering, he goes faster. You can’t control it. The orgasm is growing inside you easily as a forest is set on fire with a match. Crying out with his tongue invading your cavity and dominating yours, you tangle a hand on his hair arching your back as you find a new position that gives you some more pleasure. But you can’t hold it anymore.

Bucky is stealing your air by gripping your throat tighter, kissing you so impatiently, and you can’t hold it anymore.

The soldier swallows the loud howl that borns in the deepest place of your soul, feeling the explosion inside your stomach as you jump inevitably into the abyss of heat. But he doesn’t stop. He continues rocking the knife inside you, wanting to hear you a little more. Wanting to hear his full name mixed with your delighted whining and your growls. It’s never enough for you, nor for him. And now you want him inside you.

“Please… Please…” You cry pushing his metallic hand away from you, making him toss the soaked knife with your juices to the floor. “Please, sir… Fuck me… I beg you… I need your dick”.

“'Course you need it, my little angel… You need it all the damn time, don’t you?” He doesn’t sound angry, but his voice is rougher than ever.

He’s upset because you have forced him to pull out his mini-machete, but soon Bucky forgets it when he is buried deep inside your cunt. His cunt. Only his.

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[thesevro]

wanna watch / gojo s. + nanami k.

𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 + 𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2.3K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: where gojo and nanami decide to get greedy. together. 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: explicit smut, voyeurism, polygamy, one mention of bondage, cum play

HIS AND THE other man's legs cross at almost the same time. Both are trying their damnedest to hide the largest secrets they could ever keep.

Gojo watches you move about with probing eyes. Ignores the innocence of your routine, how you bustle innocuously about with a distracted frown on your face as you kindly prepare coffee and tea for them and yourself. The scent of ground beans fills the air with thick redolence but he can only imagine the smell of your hair as he pulls it back with his hands. This happens in one of his fantasies. In another, he has his face buried in your locks as he fucks you from behind.

I bet she would taste sweet. The thought is such a prominent fantasy that he almost sees you there on the counter, legs spread, clothes as much of a mess as he can make you. He imagines sticking his head between your legs. Listening to the melody of your name spilling from your mouth. He swallows, tries to calm his nerves. He's never been more grateful for the blindfold over his eyes.

Nanami's eyes, hidden from behind his goggles, conceal none of his other tells. He half-fools himself into believing no one can see how his head tilts downward ever so slightly to eye the swell of your ass as you bend over to fetch a bag of coffee grains from a low cupboard. How he lets his eyes greedily devour the sight of the skin on your stomach as you reach for a coffee mug on a shelf high above your head, shirt rising. His jaw tightens. He has too many tells.

Want to bend her over that counter and fill her up.

He wants to run his hands over your stomach. Hook your thighs around his head as he eats you out. Slap your ass until you beg for him to keep going because he knows he can just be that good.

Must she really maintain perpetual seduction? I would like to enjoy her here. School policies could go and suck my—

The two men have the same thing on their minds. The same hedonism. The same nasty thoughts of fucking you until you see stars and cry their names. Makes their brows furrow ever so slightly, their breaths stutter in their chests.

Natural seductress, the pair concludes at the same time.

And you are the first to break the immense focus that has narrowed their visions to mere thoughts of fucking you into oblivion.

"What are you two looking at? You've been staring at me like a bunch of hungry dogs since I came in." You pretend to wave them away, still grinding up coffee with one hand. Boiling tea whistles in another pot. "Shoo, shoo~~ I don't have any food on me."

"Bunny," Gojo starts, rising from his seat with a hand already at the hem of his uniform. Ready to pull it off. Nanami follows. "There's something much tastier right here in front of us."

"Yes." Nanami reaches you first. He will never admit it but he has not always been the best at repressing his need for you. "I must agree with Gojo, for once. You would taste so much better."

"Oh." You smirk. "So you were watching?"

Gojo pauses. Then he laughs. Realizes something.

"You put on such a show for us... on purpose?" Nanami asks this with his teeth nipping at your ear. Gojo lets the man enjoy himself. You two have always been able to show him the naughtiest shit. Sometimes he wonders if Nanami was a sex god in his past life. Occasionally... the blonde had been able to show him, his natural enemy, a very, very good time as well.

"Well. I don't see why I couldn't have done that." You chuckle softly in response to Nanami's query, reaching for Gojo. He kisses your hand. The inside of your wrist. Then he gently pushes Nanami to the side so he can raise you up on the counter.

Nanami cocks his head at Gojo as the other man pulls back to switch the boiling tea off. The blonde raises a question with his eyes as Gojo only crosses his arms and leans back into the counter.

"Only feel like watching today," Gojo says, shrugging.

"Aww," you whine, pouting at him from your place. "But I want you to join us! That was the whole point of my show. Won't be the same without you."

"Careful bunny," Gojo warns, wagging a finger. "We both know that Nanami gets jealous easily."

"...Uh, no, he doesn't." You and Nanami share a dubious glance with each other. "Well, Nanami and I both know you can be a very big dumbass sometimes. Always bouncing around with candy. Always copping a feel of my ass and Nanami's man tiddies whenever you get the chance—"

"Alright honey. That's enough." Nanami molds his mouth into yours. His hand clasps your hip. Another hand grasps the side of your neck in one large palm. You shiver at the hold he has on your neck. Spread your legs wider so he can stand between you.

Nanami slips a hand between your thighs. His fingers explore very familiar territory. He's touched you here many times before.

Your shoulders tense as he slides two fingers along your slit. You wind your fingers through the back of his hair. Let it be a small anchoring point for you as Nanami fucks you with his fingers.

"Nanami, fuck," you swear as he flicks your clit, and this makes Gojo and Nanami himself shift in place to adjust their pants. "Don't make me wait. Let's make this a good show for our audience."

You lace your fingers through his tie. Pull it off and toss it in Gojo's direction so that it lands to hang over his shoulder. Gojo cheers. You and Nanami kiss once more. His tongue warms yours in your mouth. You get the smallest openings to get a taste of his mouth.

He makes sure you keep your shirt on. If anyone were to walk in... well, Gojo wouldn't be fired on the spot, he was much too valuable. You would be allowed to remain with your position as the second strongest sorcerer, too. Him... well, maybe he could just become your concubine.

But he slips two of your buttons off. It shows enough skin for him to mark. He is careful not to leave any above your collarbone as he pulls away from your mouth to nibble and bite at the flesh bulging from your bra.

"Wish we could take it all off," Gojo murmurs as he watches Nanami ravage you. His pants have come undone. He holds his cock in one hand. Strokes it languidly as he listens keenly to your pants and Nanami's grunts. He loves the sounds you both make.

"Maybe putting your cock in my mouth would make things a little better for us," you suggest with a wavering smirk. It disappears completely as Nanami pulls your panties off. He throws it in Gojo's direction as well. Let it be another token of appreciation for their most loyal viewer.

Gojo shifts again as your pretty undergarments land right on his shoulder. He almost strides over to you and does exactly as you asked of him. But control has always been his one point of mastery, unlikely as it seems.

"Let's let you and Nanami enjoy this by yourselves, bunny."

Nanami fingers your slick folds with insidious circular motions. He doesn't stop these motions as he undoes his belt. You push both his hands away to undo it yourself, and to do it properly. It's always been satisfying to unbuckle the length of leather from around his hips. More so to let him wrap it around your wrists. But you have no time for that.

The tongue of the belt hangs just by his hips as you pull his boxers down. You conjure a condom from a pocket in your skirt, grinning slyly at Nanami as he stares down at you in bewilderment. You slide it over his cock. He tenses with the work of your skilled hands, stomach clenching. Absent lube, you briefly wet the rubber with spit to let Nanami's travel to your cunny be a smooth one.

Nanami cups your bottom with a hand. Half your ass hangs over the counter, just enough for the position to stay comfortable but far enough off the counter for him to lead his cock into your cunt. His eyes close as you grab his goggles between two fingers and pull it off his face. He presses his forehead to yours and gives you a chaste, simple kiss. You wrap your hands around his neck to kiss him with the same affection, smiling gently into the kiss. The moment between you is so intimate Gojo nearly feels guilty for bearing witness.

"Gonna get inside you, darling," Nanami murmurs, pulling away from the kiss. He buries his face into your neck with his first slide into you. His breaths come out in grunts. When you whisper his name with that wonderful breathy tone that comes from you every time he or Gojo fucks you, he almost moans.

Nanami possesses this sweet inclination towards fucking you nice and slow in the beginning of a round. But the threat of a peeping Tom (would likely be, unintentionally on the boy's part, Yuji) looms over your heads and frees him of his inhibitions. His first thrust is slow. Gentle, even. Then he pounds into you so hard your body reacts and twitches on its own.

"Fuck! Nanami!"

He does this. Again and again. Creates a rhythm violent enough to crack the counter as his knees meet it with each thrust. Even Gojo doesn't notice. Too much of his focus lies on enjoying such a glorious show.

The sounds of his cock fucking your pussy are downright filthy. Force Nanami to be forthright and he would accurately call them pornographic. Your moans are just as salacious, and the closeness of each sound of pleasure that escapes your lips makes him rut into you with harsher vigor. You bury your head into his shoulder. Cry out into his neck. He can feel the sounds on his skin.

The cold metal of his belt buckle cools the hot skin on one of your thighs. The roughness of that leather rubbing to a part of you so close to your cunt makes your pussy convulse. Nanami pants quietly at the overwhelming sensation of your hole squeezing him. He turns to Gojo with hooded eyes. They widen once the sight before him comes into focus.

"Darling," he grunts out into your neck. "Look at Gojo."

Gojo doesn't notice yours or Nanami's gazes. He ruts into his hand, pumping it over his cock in wild motions. He's thrown his head back in ecstasy, luxuriating in the memorized images of you drooling while Nanami fucks you and the face Nanami made only a minute ago as you clenched around him particularly tight. His throat bobs as he feels himself near his peak. He pants. Breaths the beat of a hummingbird's wings. The man looks absolutely ethereal fucking his own hand.

He notices how the sounds of your fucking have stopped. He pulls his head back forward, concerned but still dazed with lust. He blinks at you and Nanami. Eyes following movement as you hold a hand out to him once more.

"Join us, baby," you insist.

"You look needy," Nanami intones with a ghost of a laugh.

Still, Gojo hesitates.

"Gojo." The firmness in Nanami's voice makes him impossibly harder. He and the other man stare at each other with sin in the eyes. "Come." Nanami curls a finger, beckoning Gojo over. "Make her cum."

And this time he is not willing to protest.

Gojo saunters over to you. Presses a kiss to your bruised mouth and another to Nanami's. He strokes his cock while slipping a hand between the close proximity of yours and Nanami's hips. His fingers find your clit quickly.

You start another rhythm. A more desperate one. You hang just on the edge of your high. The muscles in Nanami's abdomen are tight. Gojo is just as close. Not so far behind. And when your hand slips downward to let him fuck your palm and fingers, he has to lean into your shoulder to keep himself from falling over.

You are the first to unwind. The two men look up to commit the sight of the peak of pleasure on your face to their memory. They savor your moans. Nanami fucks you a little harder. Groans as the hot fist of your pussy squeezes him, milks him. His balls tighten as he empties load into you.

Gojo leaves a mess on your hands as he cums. Sighs into your neck as his eyes roll back. His body shudders with Nanami's as he cums with the other man almost simultaneously.

It takes some time for your bodies to relax. It is dangerous to hang around here, with Gojo's cock in your hand and Nanami's length in your cunt. But this was a good show. One you put all efforts into perfecting.

Nanami kisses your neck tenderly before pulling his cock out of you. You shiver as it slides from your cunt. Nanami wipes at the wet slick between your thighs with a handkerchief while Gojo buttons your shirt up again. They baby you while their cocks hang out like monstrous masses. You almost laugh. It's vulgarly comedic.

Nanami smooths your hair and kisses you again, then steps back to fix his own clothes. Gojo sets your collar straight and smiles tiredly at you, then rests back next to you on the counter to pull his pants up. You raise a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning against Gojo in exhaustion.

Your eyes catch something, and before you can fix your hair you see the white streaking your hand. You blink dumbly at the mess on your palm. It's sticky between your fingers. When the idea comes to you, a feline-like sense of danger returns to your features.

"Gojo, Nanami," you call. Gojo looks to you with a smile that falls immediately as you perform what you know will not be the denouement of your show. Nanami observes your actions with a dipped head and a growl forming in his throat.

The two men are forced to undress once more as you lick at Gojo's cum with the indecency of a starved minx. Tongue between your fingers. Cum sliding down your throat as you lap it all up.

This time, you lock the door. A good idea on your part. Because the round lasts well into the afternoon. Many knocks sound on the door as you enjoy yourselves.

It is a delightful way to spend a day at work.

[patchworkpuzzle]

~Rainbow Anon.

Henlo, hope things are aight! I just woke up to some more Puppygirl thoughts and wanted to request a Katsuki, Mirio, and whoever as your third (separate) having a s/o that's a Puppygirl that hasn't been praised by her ex at all, and they're MadTM about it, because how can anybody /not/ praise her? She's perfect and deserves all of the praise!

Oh. My. Goodness. YES I CAN WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!! I made Kirishima the third person..... cause reasons.... 😖

MINORS DNI 18+

Word count: 1.6k

Paring(s): Bakugou, Mirio, Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: puppy play kink, squirting, dirty talk, oral (both male and female receiving), loooottttss of praise.

Authors Note: so because this is dealing with reader having praise issues, that can be somewhat triggering to some, though I don’t go into detail about it I still just wanna put that out there! Also... I hope this is good enough for you, Rainbow Anon!

When you first brought it up, he was confused. You wanted to be treated like a puppy? Wear a muzzle? Bark? All that stuff?

You had to calm him down. Telling him it doesn’t and didn’t have to be that extreme. Just wearing the ears, tail, and collar, and being told what to do was really all you wanted.

Well that certainly got his attention.

Needless to say, it didn’t take him long to get into it.

That’s how you ended up on your knees, settling comfortably between his spread-out legs, sucking him off. The sounds of your collar jingling, ringing faster the more adamant you work, and his groans were filling the air around you.

Every now and then he would talk to you, saying absolute FILTH as he tugs on your hair to take ‘deeper, all the way in, yeah just like that. Good, good girl.’

The praise, whenever he gave it, was making you shift uncomfortably, not the “I want to touch myself’ uncomfortable, and letting out small whines of displeasure

You’ve now done it a few times and he’s had enough.

After the last whine hums around him, he pulls your hair to take you off him. Bluntly asking you what the hell was wrong.

You couldn’t keep his intense gaze, instead shifting your eyes to the floor as you state that you’re not used to the praise. That your ‘ex wasn’t exactly keen on giving it to me, so now when it happens I get a little uncomfortable’

Your apology after you explain makes him scoff, he’s not mad at you though. He makes it clear when he tells you not to apologize for something like that.

Internally he is pissed, absolutely irate over the fact that your scumbag of an ex wouldn’t give you any semblance of praise, that you so clearly deserve to have. I mean look at you! You deserve to be told just how amazing you are, and what a fantastic job you’re doing!

But he doesn’t let it show. Externally he just puts on an evil smirk and picks you up from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom. Ignoring you squirming and questioning until he throws you onto the mattress.

Before you had the chance to get up he slaps your ass, pinning your shoulders down as he pulls your hips up. Growling in your ear, he tells you he’s ‘gonna give you all the praise you deserve’

You cry out, cumming yet again, your release gushing out of you and onto the sheets as he gives you a groan over it, slapping your clit to make more gush out. Your body becomes sore at the position he has you pinned in; refusing to let you move an inch.

You whimper at his touch, and whine when his pace is still unrelenting as his hips snap into your backside.

“Fuck yeah, puppy. Look at you gushing around me like a dumb bitch in heat. You like that huh? Like how your perfect cunt keeps squeezing me…. So tight!”

He leans his head down, biting your shoulder as he growls yet again at how you clench around him, clearly enjoying what he’s saying.

“Yeah just like. Such a good puppy slut, making me feel so good. Gonna cum deep into you, and you’re gonna take it all. Like the good girl you are, right? Like the perfect puppy you are.”

You cry out a yes, unable to tell him different, unable to find any fault in his praise when he fucks so good.

He was into it the moment you brought it up when your relationship first started getting sexual. Of course, you could be his good girl! He would want nothing more!

Now, you’re in his lap. It started innocent enough, just wanting to cuddle you close as you watch some TV, but it didn’t take long for it to end up with you humping his thigh.

His grip on your hips is tight, as he guides you up and down the expanse of his thighs, flexing his muscles to get you panting all pretty for him. Enjoying how you mewl a little when your clit makes contact every now and then.

He’s telling you how pretty you look, and what a good job you’re doing, and how good of a girl you are at listening to him while getting off on his thigh.

You tried to keep your voice down, but a sad whimper comes out anyway after his praise washes over you. You’re hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

He halts all movement, bringing his hands up to cup your face. A look of worry on his face as he asks you what’s wrong.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you tell him it's not true; that you’re not a good girl. Your ex never told you before so what he’s saying right now must not be true

Mirio is totally devastated by your answer, but still tries to brighten the mood and make you feel better. He reassures you, telling you that all he said is true and how perfect you are for him as he plants so many kisses all over you as he holds you close.

He says sweet truths about you, and telling you because you’re so wonderful is the reason why he says them all the time cause they’re true and he’s just gotta tell you

He’ll remind you as often as he can now at just how perfect you are.

“That’s it, just like that. Look at you! You’re doing so good, puppy!”

You let out a mewl that is almost a sob as you slowly, inch by inch, seat yourself down on his cock. The girth stretching your walls almost painfully as you try to take all of him in. Curling in on yourself as you hide your face into his neck, allowing him to finish slowly pushing you down all the way.

“Good girl” He groans when he finally bottoms out, slowly raising your hips up and down to help adjust you to his size “Taking me so well in this perfect pussy of yours. Feels so good, puppy, no one but you can make me feel this way.”

You whine at his, trying to lift your hips to go faster. In an attempt to get him to stop praising you or to cum faster, you wouldn’t know. But what you do know is that you let out a sob when he slows you down, grinding you slowly on top of him.

“Ah ah, puppy. Slow down. Can’t go too fast, I want to savor every last perfect inch of you, okay?”

And well, you’re his good little girl so you let him do as he wants.

When you told him that you wanted to try something different, he didn’t know what to expect but was excited, nonetheless.

When he came home the next day to find you sitting on your knees waiting for him at the front door, lingerie, tail, ears, and collar on. Well, this man became beet RED.

He doesn’t stay flustered for long though, quickly picking you up and running to your bedroom to get things going. You giggle at his excitement and enthusiasm as he quickly sheds you both of your clothing, making sure to keep your accessories one cause god damn

Before long you’re in a mating press, unable to stop wailing and crying out as he pounds harshly into your drooling cunt.

He’s way more into it than you both thought as he leans himself further onto you to whisper some dirty praise into your ear. Telling you that ‘you’re taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Atta girl, yeah, keep squeezing me like that with your perfect cunt. You’re my perfect puppy, aren’t you?’

 His praise was making you feel dizzy, but not in the happy high feeling. More like you’re falling in your dreams, that weird twist in your gut that was one out of pleasure was turning into one of guilt.

You whimper out a quiet ‘no’ and that immediately made his hips stuttered to a stop. It was so out of character for you, in this moment and ones previously, that he couldn’t help but nervously ask what was wrong.

You tell about the praise he just gave you. How, due to previous partners (mainly your most recent ex), that you aren’t used to it. That it makes you feel guilty for him to tell you those things.

He responds by immediately putting your legs down and pulling you upright to sit in his lap, holding you close. Petting your hair, he tells you that your ex was wrong. Dumb and downright stupid for not thinking you anything less then the perfect girl you are.

In fact, why doesn’t he try and make you believe it right now?

“P-please!” You blubber out, trying to pull his head from away from your cunt as your nth orgasm was approaching. The feeling almost painful now, as the pleasure was too intense. “No more!”

“Not yet, puppy.” He chuckled at your feeble attempt “You weren’t being too nice to yourself earlier, so now you gotta take you punishment.”

You just sob at his comment, knowing you are unable to deter him from doing as he pleased. Shaking violently and screaming out into your bedroom when you cum over his face yet again, no longer embarrassed but the sucking and slurping sounds that come from him as he slurps up your release like a man starved.

“God, you taste so sweet puppy. Look at how pretty your pussy is” He rubs at your clit once more, making you keen loudly “Being such a good girl for making such a mess for me, for gushing for me…”

He takes a lick up your folds once again, smirking at your twitching legs.

“Now come one, be a good girl for your master and come one more time?”