#which would make r so salty

[midnightsun-if]

im fucking wheezing imagining R trying to convince Scarlett about the Marvel/DC costume thing that mental image is so fucking funny

Reginald/Regina:

Scarlett:

Reginald/Regina:

Bonus…

Everyone Else:

[vampiremansionpoolboy-moved]

going insane over the fact that happiness and care and concern and love is underneath every interaction between newt and hermann in pacific rim

[tsukihimeyfan]

...yeah

tonight’s mood

[sanarsi]

Kinktober Day 7

Sensory Deprivation

boyfriend!Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Gif credits @daydreamingmiller

Summary: You and Frankie like to experiment in bed and this time you took the initiative to play with him. Warnings: +18, MDNI, soft!sub!Frankie, sensory deprivation (sight, hearing, touch), teasing play, blowjob, cock worship, balls worship, overstimulation, soft!dom!Reader Wordcount: 1,8k An: With this shot we end the first week of kinktober! Woah, it was an intense few days. I hope you are positively surprised by what I presented to you (please, I need some praises *blink blink*). Another week of slutty stories is ahead of us! Since I'm on vacation, the whole week is waitin in the queue. I am still available though, so any messages, comments and reblogs are welcome! Love y’all!

Masterlist and Kinktober Masterlist

“Are you ready?”

A mysterious smirk played on your face as you straddled him. You were excited about the new game you had decided to try.

“Baby,” he sighed, “you haven’t even touched me and my cock’s so hard it hurts,” he said, raising an eyebrow with a little amusement. “Is that enough answer?”

You laughed sweetly and ran your hands over his arms, tied to the bed frame. Frankie shivered under your touch, chills running through his body.

The sight of him tied up, subject to your mercy, stirred feelings that you had never known before.

“Yeah,” you nodded, biting your lip to hide a wide smile.

You touched his cheek, stroking it gently, and he instinctively nuzzled into your hand.

Fuck, you loved it when he was submissive to you. No one had ever shown you such trust and devotion before him.

You looked at him tenderly and leaned down, connecting your lips with his in a gentle kiss. The gesture lasted only a moment and was barely noticeable like the beating of a butterfly's wings.

“Okay,” you whispered, pulling away, and reached for the blindfold. “Lemme take care of you.”

Without waiting for his answer, you slid the black material down, covering his eyes. Frankie immediately shifted uncomfortably as you cut off one of his senses.

A flock of butterflies appeared in your stomach at the sight. He was so fucking vulnerable and sweet that you barely stopped yourself from throw it all into oblivion and just making love to him right there and then until you were out of breath.

Luckily, the last bit of self-control won out and you reached for the earplugs.

“See you soon.”

You placed a quick kiss on his cheek making him gasp and without waiting any longer, you put the earplugs in his ears.

And there he was, your lovely boy Frankie, tied up, unable to see or hear what you were about to do to him.

A wave of excitement ran down your spine as you took in his naked body. His breathing was already ragged and his muscles tensed in anticipation of your move. You loved seeing him like this.

Thirsty.

Hungry for your attention and touch. Like a drug addict waiting for a fix.

When you had him like this, you knew you would kill for him. You would do anything to protect him. Your little Frankie.

“Let the fun begin,” you said under your breath and slowly slid down his body, making sure he felt you brush against every part of him.

You settled between his legs and, teasing him, ran your nails over his thighs, which tensed under your touch. He didn't even stop himself from pushing his hips towards you.

You took one last look at his beautiful body before you looked at his cock.

Hard as a rock.

Quivering from the mere whiff of your breath.

Glistening with precum.

The mere sight of his manhood made you salivate. He was beautiful, in every sense of this word.

You leaned closer and placed a wet kiss on his tip, which immediately elicited a groan from him. The sound alone made your clit throb with pleasure.

You couldn't resist feeling him in your mouth just for a moment, so with a purr, you wrapped your tongue around him, licking up his salty juices.

He groaned louder and instinctively jerked his hands, wanting to touch you. The rope dug harder into his wrists at the sudden movement, effectively stopping him.

“Shit,” he gasped under his breath, remembering the position he was in—he couldn’t do anything.

You laughed quietly and placed another kiss along his length. You could feel him pulsing under your lips, how hot and hard he was, and you were so damn proud that you were the reason why he was in such a state.

His cock twitched, hitting your cheek as your kisses traveled lower and lower, all the way to the base.

You licked and teased him a bit with your teeth, just as you knew it would stir up conflicting emotions in him and only inflame him more.

He hissed in response, which amused you and encouraged you to torment him some more. You loved playing with him and testing his limits.

You slowly pulled away and you replaced your lips to fingers. Frankie began to breathe deeper as your cold hand met his red-hot cock.

“Baby, please,” he whispered quietly, waiting for your next move but he didn’t expect to feel your wet tongue on his balls.

His cock tried to escape your grip as you sucked him in. He jerked his legs as his muscles tensed when you began to play with his balls, warming them in your mouth. The rope wrapped tighter around his ankles as you slowly and gently caressed him, making him feel like he was floating on a cloud.

A tearful groan escaped his lips as you sucked him harder and pulled him towards until he fell out of your mouth.

“Bab—,” he trailed off with a groan as he felt you on his tip again, which was starting to turn blue with arousal from the lack of enough attention. “Oh fuuuck,” he growled, tensing up and lifting his body off the mattress to be even closer to you.

You eagerly took him deeper into your mouth, letting your saliva drip down his length.

Purring like a cat, you circled his tip with your tongue while sucking in your cheeks until all you could feel was his hard, throbbing cock.

Frankie didn't even know what sounds were coming out of his mouth anymore, but you heard everything perfectly. Moans, whimpers, and pleas went straight to your pussy, which was leaking so much that juices were running down the insides of your thighs.

Giving him pleasure sometimes drove you so crazy, that all he had to do was touch you, so so gently and you’d come, hard, falling apart in pure ecstasy

You were crazy about him.

But it was a madness that didn't hurt anyone, so without remorse you sank deeper and deeper into this love for him. At the same time taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

You held back your gag reflex, clenching around him, making him harden. You knew exactly what that meant, so you slid your fingers down to his balls, which you stroked and then began to knead in your hand.

You loved feeling his soft skin surrounding his heavy, arousal-filled balls. They were perfect and you could sit between his legs for hours and worship them in every way possible. Lick, suck, kiss… fucking cuddle up to them, grind against them until you come, trembling and moaning his name.

But now you were desperate to get an orgasm out of him after a hard day's work and that's what you focused on. This is exactly what you wanted.

“Oh god— fuck,” he howled, tugging at the ropes and arching in pleasure. “What are you doin’ to me?”

A loud sob escaped his throat as you took him deeper, until your nose was buried in his pubes. You felt his cock pulsate harder and harder as you held him all in your mouth, making gentle up and down movements, sinking deeper and deeper into his soft lower abdomen.

The animalistic sounds coming from him were getting louder and your arousal was growing with them. You were on the verge of madness having him under you like this but you couldn't stop yourself when you knew he was so close to climax.

“Please, please, ple—“

His pleas were cut off the moment you felt his body freeze and his cock turn to stone before you could feel the hot cum shoot down your throat.

“Oh… Fuck,” he growled loudly, panting heavily as his orgasm rippled through his body, recurring in your mouth over and over again. Stopping from gagging, you swallowed everything, just to make room for another dose.

His balls throbbed in your hand like they had no intention of stopping, but the intensity of the release was so great that Frankie fell helplessly and simply let the shivers wrack his body. He groaned, increasingly tired, until everything eased and began to disappear.

You sucked him until he gave you the last drops and only then did you pull away from him with a smack that made him shiver at the feeling.

His cock fell against his stomach, starting to soften.

You wiped your mouth with satisfaction and took in the sight of his body, which looked much better after the dose of pleasure you had given him.

You were so damn cockdrunk and didn't even want to think about what he was feeling right now. You suspected he needed a moment to calm down so that's exactly what you gave him.

You started to untie the ropes around his ankles, noticing the red marks from the force he tried to free himself with.

You did the same with his wrists.

You barely reached to remove the blindfold from his eyes when he quickly took the earplugs out and ripped off the blindfold himself. You blinked a bit distractedly and opened your mouth to say something, unfortunately you were too slow.

His hands found your cheeks and pulled you down, your lips meeting painfully halfway. You gasped in surprise at the sudden movement but immediately melted into the caress.

His tongue gently crept into your mouth but he was greedy.

You tried to kiss him with the same fervor but you couldn't match the gratitude he wanted to show you.

You fell on him with all your weight as he pulled you even closer and you purred feeling his heated body.

“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he gasped, pulling away from you and looking at you with those shiny, puppy eyes of his, filled with love.

You smiled widely in response, trying to calm your breathing. “I’m glad you liked it, baby.” You nuzzled his nose and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Because I liked it too.”

Frankie smiled even wider than you did and in one movement he spun you around, switching places. You landed under him with a squeal and started giggling as he began to press kisses to your neck and cheeks. His stubble teased your skin, making you shiver.

“Next time,” he gasped between the kisses he slowly directed towards your lips. He stole a hard and passionate kiss before pulling away so he could look at you. “We do the same thing.”

You raised an eyebrow in interest as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“But we’ll switch roles.”

And he kissed you harder.

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[cobaltperun]

Mabel and R spend a carefree day at the beach, building sandcastles, splashing in the waves, and sharing ice cream cones as they soak up the sun.

Sunny Day

Mabel x GN! Reader (Request)

Masterlist

Word count: 0.8k

“You are so childish!” Mabel’s laughter echoed throughout the nearly empty beach, it was a bit secluded and not a lot of people knew about it, but Charlie saw it from the ship one day, told about it to Mabel and here you were, having fun.

“So, don’t help me, miss too old to make sandcastles,” you stuck your tongue out playfully as you dug the trenches around a fairly big sandcastle you and Mabel have been making for the past hour.

“Oh, I didn’t mean the castle,” she laughed, pointing at the tiny sand monsters that looked like blobs heading toward the castle.

You snickered, proud of your creations. But more than anything, you were happy to be here with Mabel. She’s been busy with college lately, and to have a day like this, where you could just hang out and have fun, felt like a treasure you absolutely needed to cherish with all your heart. “I love being here with you,” you still weren’t sure when to say ‘I love you’ to Mabel, it was still a fairly fresh relationship, and while it didn’t feel casual, it still felt like it was just a bit too early for that.

She smiled confidently, and pecked you on the lips. “I love being here with you too,” somehow, you felt like she would be the first to say those three words, but that was topic for another day. “Oh, shit!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you back before a slightly bigger wave could splash you.

Unfortunately, nothing could be done to save the castle, as the two of you stared blankly at the ruins of an empire you have built together. In the end it wasn’t the army of blobs, but the anger of mother nature that caused the symbol of the once mighty rulers to crumble.

Oh, well, it was bound to happen.

You glanced at Mabel, then at the sea, then grinned as she smiled suggestively at you.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” you asked.

“Go for a swim?” she guessed, prompting you to nod, and since she was still holding your hand she just pulled you along to the water.

It was refreshing to be in the water after so many days of summer heat killing your mood. And Mabel was the image of grace in the water, her movements smooth and measured, it was like she was one with the water, like it was natural for her to move through it, and you were mesmerized.

“You’re staring,” she pointed out and splashed you.

You splashed right back, making her hair stick to her forehead. “Look who is childish now,” you laughed, which turned out to be a mistake, as Mabel fired back, filling your mouth with salty sea water. You coughed, trying to get rid of the taste as she laughed. “Oh, you want war? You’ll get one!” you exclaimed, chasing after her as she shrieked and swam away from you.

“I surrender, I surrender!” she laughed as you caught up with her and pulled her to your chest. Both of you breathed a bit heavily but the grins on your faces made it all worth it. “I surrender,” she cupped your cheek, kissing you much deeper this time.

“Good,” you muttered, as you separated.

“As if!” she splashed you right in the face and swam toward the beach as you just remained there, too surprised to go after her. Eventually, you just shook your head and swam back as well.

“You surrendered, just so we’re clear on who won,” you said as she lied on the towel and basked in the sun. Mabel just lifted her sunglasses from her eyes and gave you a ‘no way,’ look. “Strawberry vanilla ice cream?” you asked as you took your wallet.

“You know me,” she stretched a bit with a wide smile on her face.

You went and bought the ice cream cones and rushed back before they could melt. Mabel, surprisingly preferred softer flavors, which you found extremely cute. “Here you go,” you offered the ice cream to her and sat down on the towel next to hers. “I could eat this all day,” you sighed contently as the ice cream cooled you down.

“Agreed,” she leaned her head on your shoulder and took your free hand in hers. “You know, Y/N,” she began, looking you in the eyes.

“Hmm?” you weren’t sure what she was going to say, but judging by the look on her face it was important to her.

“I love you,” your eyes widened as she said those three words you struggled to say before.

“I love you too, Mabel,” you told her, grinning widely.

[izurou]

⋆ .˚ 𖤐 — ft. SHIDOU RYUSEI ⋮ contains: f! reader. pet names. fingering. mentions of cum. alludes to reader being in a toxic relationship (not with shidou)

your roommate ryusei absolutely hates your boyfriend’s guts—and he makes it known.

they had their fair share of arguments before you stopped bringing him around altogether—most of which were focused on the way he treats you, and all of which resulted in him fleeing with his tail between his legs, because when ryusei bares his fangs—one’s chances of making it out alive plummet to zero.

however—limiting their contact with each other wasn’t enough to mellow ryusei out, because the mere thought of you and this douchebag being together had him seeing shades of red unknown to the human eye.

you should be with him instead. yeah, he’d treat you so much better, give you everything you want and more, have you seeing stars every night—oh, how you drive him insane, he fucking hates that you’re not with him instead.

but then, like a sweet little angel with a shattered wing—you return to your shared apartment late one night, tears staining your cheeks, a little pout glued to your lips—and ryusei feels pure elation for the first time in months.

“awwwwww,” he coos, immediately making your personal space his own as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks—wiping at the wet trails with his thumbs. “what’s wrong, pretty girl? you been cryin’?”

he’s holding your face just inches from his own—his presence all consuming as he tilts his head to the side and puts on a faux frown to match yours.

“leave me alone ryusei,” you mutter, avoiding his persistent gaze as you place your hands atop his wrists and pull them down.

you brush past him—just looking to head for your bed so you can snuggle under the covers with a box of tissues, but you don’t get too far.

“hey,” he calls, and you turn just in time to watch every ounce of humanity drain from his face—an animalistic snarl taking over his lips, paired with two balled up fists that cause his biceps to flex. “what’d that asshole do this time?”

“doesn’t matter,” you sniffle, rubbing your eye with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “we’re over.”

“oh, that’s too bad sweetheart,” he hums, though his grin is back—tripled in size as he steps toward you once more, reaching out to tilt your chin up with his index finger. “you okay?“

you shake your head no—knowing he’d see right through you if you’d lied and said the opposite.

“what can i do for you, hm?” he persists, gingerly pressing a kiss to your cheek and licking his lips right after—savouring the saltiness of your tears with a sadistic smirk. “i’ll fuckin’ kill him if you want, would that make it better?”

“no, i just wanna forget about him,” you admit—hesitant to soak up all the attention he’s giving you. “never wanna think about him again.”

“why don’t i help, sweetheart?” he purrs, leaning down to let his breath fan over the shell of your ear. “won’t even remember your name when i’m done with you.”

and maybe it was his words that got you, or the relentless need to be loved in that very moment—but you end up in his bed, propped up against a pillow as he hovers over you.

“yeah, that’s it,” he chuckles—one hand planted beside your head for support, while the other is buried between your thighs. “you hear yourself? pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, gonna cum for me?”

his long middle and ring fingers curl inside you, squelching with each thrust as they coax more and more arousal out of your pretty cunt.

“r-ryu—i, i’m,” you choke on your words, already feeling tears stinging the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure he’s providing, though some still carry all the emotions you came home with.

“shit, pretty fuckin’ girl,” he groans, dropping to his forearm and craning his neck—pressing his lips against the fresh trail of tears. “mmm, you’re gonna kill me, y’know.”

his cock strains against his sweatpants as you writhe beneath him, definitely a pretty shade of pink as the tip cries from excitement. he’s only imagined this every damn night for god knows how long, even fucked his fist to the thought of it—even with you and that asshole right next door.

you feel the knot in your stomach tighten before it comes undone, reducing you to a squirming pile of gasps and moans as you pulse on his fingers—prompting him to straighten up and watch as you fall apart.

“yeaahh, look at that,” he drawls, watching your walls contract around his digits through hooded lids. “think i’m about to cum, shit.”

he rips his fingers from your messy cunt and pops them into his mouth, sucking the thin layer of you clean off. he hums in content, and you watch his abs tense up—breath faltering as a little patch on his sweats turns a shade darker.

“see what you do to me, sweetheart?” he sighs, dropping his hand back down and shoving it into his pants. he tugs his cock from behind the sticky fabric—pumping his last bit of cum onto his hand.

“ryusei, please,” you whine, desperate for more, hoping to erase your memory even further—but also just plain turned on by the fact that he creamed his pants because of you.

“don’t worry, i’m just gettin’ started,” he laughs, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth—a little preview of the next thing you’ll be cumming on.

[xhoneygirlxx]

rated r: contains smut

warnings: plus sized fem reader. ethnicity/skin tone is not mentioned. eddie is a perv. pet names used.

*not proofread, ignore any mistakes plz or I’ll cry*

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Eddie Munson loves to eat you out, specifically after a long work day. Now don’t get it twisted, he would eat you out any chance you got, but there was just something so special about a day long pussy.

It first started one day on a cold winter day, the two of you cuddled up on the couch watching some movie you had been wanting to see, when he noticed. Eddie didn’t say anything but he quickly noticed that warmth was radiating from in between your legs.

So warm in fact, he excused himself to the bathroom just to run his hands under cold water, when he returned he asked if he could put them in between your legs, ya know for warmth. That was the day Eddie found out that you carried a certain heat not a lot of people did.

When he came to you about it, he asked you as respectfully as he could. You shook you head and laughed, telling him since the plushness of your thighs and the fat of your pussy don’t have much of a gap between them, heat just radiates down there.

Despite you telling him that it’s not uncommon, most woman have heat coming from this area, it still didn’t stop his brain from short circuiting.

That was the start of his obsession, which was only made worse after you came home one day from a walk around the park trail with Robin. You had been gone most of the day, leaving him whining and whimpering like a puppy with neediness.

When you walked in, he practically pounced on you, begging to put his mouth on you. You told him no, not until you showered off. He pouted like a child, moaning and groaning about how unfair it was.

You had to essentially sit him down, tell him because you of the heat that comes from those crevices, well it could get really sweaty after a long day. The whole time he salivated imagining the salty taste of your skin and the sweet taste of your cunt.

After that day, Eddie was bound to eat you out especially after a long shift. He had become successful after he promised yo stop the minute you said so - which he always did.

That day he drowned himself between your thighs, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your wet cunt. He was like a man possessed, refusing to come up for a breath of air just for another taste of you.

From that day forward you let him eat you out any time he wanted, especially after a specifically long hard day.

You were pressed into the mattress, Eddie’s hands wrapped around the fat of your thighs leaving an imprint on the skin. He had been going at it for what felt like forever, sweat soaking your skin and the sheets wet underneath your ass from all the releases he pulled from you.

“S’fuckin’ good. Taste s’good, baby.” Eddie voice is muffled from the fat of your thighs.

Pornographic slurping rings out into the room, vibrating off the walls. Your chest heaves, fingers white knuckled as they twist the sheets under you.

Eddie pulls off your clit with a pop before resting his nose in the small bush of hair on your mound.

“I like when you don’t shave babe, makes the smell last longer”, he had once told you. From that day forward you always kept a good amount of hair not only for his perverted satisfaction, but also your own.

You take this time to allow your thighs to ease up, letting them fall slightly to relax. Before you can say whine and buck your hips up, Eddie’s letting out a loud inhale from where his nose is buried in the short curling hair.

“Fuck I love that smell.” Is all he offers before he’s burying his face back into your pussy.

You can’t even form words or chastise him for being gross, not when your pussy is growing wetter by the second and your brain cant even form words.

You moan loudly, head thrashing back and forth after a particularly harsh suck of your swollen clit. Eddie isn’t any better, he moans loudly against your cunt and busies his hips faster against the mattress.

“I could do this all day, baby. Shit- I could die between these legs with my face in this fat pussy.”

His words are spurring not only yourself on but him as well. You begin to right his mouth, jerking every so often the closer you get to your release. Eddie is in the same boat, his hips are beginning to stutter and you know he’s holding off so you can cum together.

“Yes baby, fuck my face. Fucking Christ- I love it when you use me, s’hot.”

You don’t even need to beg, you’re cumming loud and hard, back arched off of the mattress. Eddie is right behind you, a loud groan and the stiffening of his hips lets you know that he came without being touched, the messed in his boxers to be worried about later.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! Love you all <3

[wiidvw]

I Fall to Pieces When I'm With You.

pairing. Dallas Winston x Black ! Fem ! Reader.

summary. After seeing you talking to Soda, Dallas can't help but be jealous.

content. Small angst. Smut—oral sex(m!receiving), P in V sex, unprotected sex. Dallas takes pics of r during sex. Slight themes of a toxic relationship. Not proofread.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 the Curtis’ house, talking to Soda. You smiled softly with each word, nodding when he said anything—like you did with everyone. You were always friendly like that, and you didn't think it could be taken out of any context other than that. 

     However, Dallas, who was a few feet away, stared at you and Soda, clenching his jaw and nearly crushing the cigarette in his hand. He ignored the obvious explanation for you talking to him, which was because he was your friend, and immediately took it as you flirting with him or him flirting with you. He desperately wanted to walk over to you two and snatch you away—and probably yell, which would lead to an argument, but he didn't care.

     He controlled himself—barely—and took a drag from his cigarette as you and soda laughed. 

𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 walked you home. As you walked quietly side-by-side on the sidewalk, Dallas smoked a cigarette, the smoke filling your nose. “You like Soda?” Dallas asked, breaking the silence.

     You glanced at him. “What?”

     “You heard me.”

     “As a friend, of course. Why are you asking this?”

     “Why are you laughing at him like that then?”

     You stopped walking, glaring at Dallas. “What are you getting at? Soda is just a friend, and he's yours too.”

     “What are you flirting with him for then? Smilin’ at him like that.”

     “I was never flirting with him.”

     “Sure, you weren't. I'm not blind, doll!” He began to raise his voice at you.

      Your eyes burned and your throat ached at his words. You desperately wanted him to stop talking, so you started walking again, ignoring his hateful words. 

     “Where are you going?” He followed you.

     “Stop following me. I can walk myself home,” you said and continued to ignore him when he yelled after you.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 arrived home, you lay in bed, reading a book, until you heard taps at your window. You knew only one person who did that. You stood from your bed and stepped toward the window, opening the curtains to reveal Dallas Winston outside. You opened the window, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

     “Let me in. I'm freezing my ass off out here,” he said, making you roll your eyes and move to the side, allowing him to climb inside your room. You slid the window down after him.

     “What are you doing here?” You repeated, your voice soft, careful not to wake your parents. 

     “A guy can't see his girl?”

     A pang of guilt struck your stomach. “No, you're right, I'm sorry.” Your head flashed images from earlier with your argument with Dallas. “Dally, I'm sorry about before. You were right, I shouldn't have been talking to Soda like that—”

     “Don't worry ‘bout it—”

     “I'll do anything for you to forgive me.”

      Dallas’ lips curled into a smirk. “Anything?”

     “Anything.”

      An unlimited amount of inappropriate scenarios and fantasies filled Dallas’ mind, in which he forced them away and settled for having you kneel in between his thighs as he sat on your bed. Your hands clawed at his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down, his hardening cock springing out. Your hand wrapped around the base, pulling a strained sigh from his lips. You leaned forward, wrapping your plump lips around his tip, a salty taste coming onto your tongue as you licked circles around him. 

     You glanced up at him, his head thrown back as a hand went to the back of your head, slowly pushing your head lower and lower. You forced yourself to breathe in through your nose as his cock was close to hitting the back of your throat. You were doing this for him, so you wanted him to feel good.

     However, when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you couldn't stop yourself from gagging. You didn't mind, though, when you heard a groan from Dallas. “Fuck, doll,” his hips bucked, making you gag again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, which eventually fell when you allowed Dallas to fuck your mouth.

     It was an image that Dallas wanted to keep forever. He reached for the camera you kept on your bedside table—God, was he happy you kept it there—and snapped a picture of you in your current state. 

     You heard the noise, but you were so focused on Dallas and pleasing him, you didn't care to protest—it's not like you could if you wanted to.

     He nearly tossed the camera back on your nightstand, his hands returning to the back of your head as you swallowed around his cock. Your nails dug into his thighs while you struggled to stop gagging, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose.

      “Goddamn—” he pulled you off, a loud gasp coming from you, coughs following afterward. With the backs of your hands, you wiped the tears and looked up at Dallas. “C'mere,” he said breathlessly, and you quickly followed his demand, straddling his lap. 

     Dallas kissed you roughly, hands traveling underneath your top, cupping your breasts through your bra. You whimpered at his harsh grip while your hands tugged at his shirt. You pulled away, pulling off your top and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Dallas’ hands gripped your waist as you reashed back, removing the claso from your bra, allowing it to slide down your arms, and letting it join your top.

     Dallas attached his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling softly, making you squirm and tug at his hair while he rested his hands on your back, pushing you closer to him. “Dallas,” you whine, but he ignores you. He switched to your untouched breast and repeated his previous actions until the brown bud peaked, replicating the other. Meanwhile, you tried to silence yourself, covering your mouth with a hand; however, Dallas quickly swatted your hand away, humming around your nipple.

      Without realizing it, you began to grind against his cock. You hoped he couldn't feel how wet you became.

     He pulled away with a pop and guided your body into position, in which you lay on your back while he pulled off his shirt and pants. You pushed down your shorts and underwear, kicking them on the floor. Dallas moved in between your legs, tip teasing your entrance.

     He knew he should give you some type of prep, but you were already so wet. Besides, this was for him, wasn't it? 

     Dallas gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he slowly pushed his cock inch-by-inch into your cunt. You gasped softly, leaning your head back into your pillow. He rested his hands beside your head. “Goddamn, doll,” he groaned as he buried his head in your neck, softly biting at the flesh. 

     Once he was fully buried in your cunt, he allowed you to adjust for only a few, short seconds before pulling out to the point that only his tip was inside before thrusting harshly inside, pulling a loud moan from your lips, which hoped nobody else heard. 

     He gradually set a fast pace, abusing your cunt, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your barely muffled moans. Despite his harsh actions, it felt so good. Your pleasure only increased as Dallas reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles with his thumb.

     “Dally,” you whine, nails digging into his back. 

     “Yeah, doll?” He spoke, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face. 

     Another whine escaped your lips when he pulled out. You knew this was about him, but God, it felt so good. You glanced up, watching as he pushed both of your thighs to your stomach before sliding his cock back inside your cunt, a groan coming from Dallas.

     Your moans quickly returned as Dallas’ resumed with his fast pace, building up your already close climax.

     “Takin’ me so well, doll,” his voice sounded rough as he spoke. “You're mine, you know that?”

      You nodded, babbling fragments of sentences.

     His hand returned to your clit, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. He felt his climax too, but he wanted you to cum first. “You close?” He asked, placing kisses on your neck. 

     “Yes!” you cried. 

     “Come on, doll, cum for me.”

     With his harsh thrusts, thumb on your clit, and words, you came with a soft moan, clenching around his cock. You were so focused on your release, you didn't hear the click of your camera.

     You also had no idea that the next day, Dallas took those polaroids of you and showed them to Soda, bragging but also telling him to stay away from you.

[mikuustuff]

☆°.DABI HEADCANONS.°☆

[Song 4 the mood] --- some silly hcs of my bbg to start off my blog<33

_They get more intresting as you continue to read lmao

_Warnings- swearing, blood tears

☆Doesn't like spicy food, burns his throat and sour stuff is 10x more horrible, he has a raging sweet tooth tho!

☆LOVES peppermint (+flavoured stuff) it soothes his throats internal burns

☆Likes to sleep butt naked, absolutely no tops and his trousers are like a trap for his legs, he's laying in bed with shorts/boxers only

☆VERY picky eater (doesn't eat fruit hates citrus stuff but likes vegetables, Enji prolly ate them alot to keep fit which influenced Touya to follow thru)

☆Doesn't laugh at other ppls jokes, maybe a snort or gruff with a smirk

-defo snickers a lot tho when it comes to insults from him or hearing ppl give someone else a good insult

-BUT especially after his reveal and feeling less constipated of his personal life and identity he HOLLERS

-he's finally being loud and clear and WANTS to be heard

-If he hears smth funny he will bellow a loud ass laugh especially if he's the one making a joke, he's rolling all over the ground giggling and will give ppl dirty looks for not laughing along with him

-Girliest giggles while scrolling thru Enji hate twitter meme posts at like 4am

☆horrible sleep schedule, NEVER knows what time it is

☆Really doesn't give a shit abt anyth (thats not apart of his 'scheme' anyway)

-but sometimes if he's interested enuff he'll become all competitive and try to open up on you getting all cocky

-SUPER salty when he loses he's a silent sulker and will most likely berate u for it (sore ahh loser)

-SOOO SMUG IF HE WINS THO will all of a sudden mention a bet u two never made so now ur in debt to him for smth, its usually rly tame tho like if he's too lazy to get himself a drink he's been craving so now ur his little errand runner

☆100% watched those "real or fake?!" Cake videos with his siblings when they were younger

-Would throw massive hissy fits if shoto gets one right and he doesn't

-shoto is like a baby so bro is probably drooling and pointing at the screen cooing happily that he's copying his big bro touya while his role model is actually fucking seething

☆Because of this shoto prolly tried to copy touya a lot as a baby, saw big bro as a role model and made all the same decisions as him especially since touya is the only other kid with a fire quirk

☆BIG CRYBABY (after revealed identity) he's finally free he's no longer emotionally constipated, happy sad angry doesn't matter there is blood spilling from his scars but its always with a smile cause that's how he always was as a kid too, he doesn't know why he does that himself but it's actually because he can't cry, his body doesn't allow him to express his emotions properly however he can still smile

☆doesn't feel pain anywhere, uses that to his advantage a lot...

☆However he's still a whiny baby, gets stomach aches a lot prolly, his burns always itch and always has a migraine, will let EVERYONE know as an excuse for them to stfu or do shit for him, however if he's feeling especially vulnerable when feeling rly sick he's quiet and fidgety cause as a kid it was probably seen as a weakness that he would want to hide from Enji so he could train

☆Has travel/motion sickness (js like me fr), will vomit after watching a 3D Movie he's that pathetic, roller coasters r a big nono makes him dizzy js looking at them

☆ALWAYS stays up thru every movie, never once falls asleep on the couch even as a kid he gets stupid fomo over anyth (prolly bcs of Enji and shoto training)

☆He stims a lot when he gets excited/overstimulated/annoyed (kinda canon?)  Mostly his feet

☆HE DID NOT PLAN HIS DANCE, he was so into the moment and was so excited and full of emotion he just busted out moves and started dancing from sheer joy to finally be recognised once again (he stimmed lmao)

☆Bcs of his feet stims he defo was a random tiptoe walker as a kid and sometimes randomly does it as an adult

☆HUGE SENSORY ISSUE WITH SOCKS I've never seen bro wear any anyways?? Everyone in the LoV saw his feet when he wore his church shoes in s2 so wearing his big fancy boots is a great way to hide his free grippers

☆Bac to food he prolly rly likes plain food, pass him mac n cheese or any plain/tomato sauce pasta and he's happily chomping away with that big ass mouth, loves potatoes dishes he likes the mushy stuff, because of his big jaw eventho he hates fish he LOVES his chicken and beef and bites at the bone, turns into a rabbid animal sometimes

☆SO shit at shooter games, can't aim and just doesn't have the energy to get competitive over it, low key stresses him out

-however he LOVES anything that was on the Wii that he played as a kid cause he knows what he's doing, him fuyumi and natsuo all have a 3DS and got the same games to play with each other

-few years later he's now an adult with a distaste for ps5 and pcs but tenko gives him a random hacked 3DS extra he had cause dabi was complaining abt being bored when they had to lay low after some risky missions

-and he. went. feral.

-A shooter game on the 3DS? He knows what he's doing

-Defo showed off the cool trick to play as luigi in Mario bros but liked mario more cause ONCE enji said mario was 'cool'

-Always mained bowser (cause...yk Enji parallels) in Mario kart from childhood tho as an adult hes a dry bones guy, he's a nintendo>Sega baby does not know sonic nor gives a fuck

-knows quite a bit abt pokemon because fuyu had a hyperfixation on it and relaxes in animal crossing new leaf since that was natsus fav game cause he was the youngest and sucked at the harder ones, touya played a lot with them both

-but his favourite..is cooking mama 1-3 HES SO GOOD AT IT?? Just enuff chill and competitiveness, however gets weird ass whiplashes if he misses up (rarley) when mama has those fire eyes when shes angry...sounds familiar to a certain someone...

-also has a special memory of Rei trying the game and touya makes fun of his mama cause she sucked and ends up teaching her how to play and she actually gets rly good..as a kid it made him happy and proud...

-absolutely destroyed his dad in any wii sports games tho, 4 sure bowling/that samurai sword thingy is his goat (ifykyk)

-Sure he hates all the other consoles but he thinks the switch is alright, defo thought of natsu when acnh came out and the other pokemon games for fuyu

-SUPER salty no cooking mama games were made tho

☆whole heartedly believe he'd be a mamas boy if they found touya at 16 or if the incident at 13 didn't happen, would have time to mature (and yk don't miss like 3 super important years of actual development then living alone after said missed development) he would learn to see that appeasing enji was something he'd learn to resent and hate

☆Likes spiders, let's them crawl om him before flicking them off with a bored expression but if he finds out someone's scared of them he will start spooking them with the spider or ridicule them abt thier irrational fear to smth so small and inferior

-He was scared of them as a kid but during his ig...runaway Arc? (That we have no canon actual mentions of? Ig apart from the anime laptop scenes?) He found them around the places he'd sleep in for shelter so he kinda grew accustomed to them, so now knowing he overcame a fear so small he kinda likes to flaunt around his conquered fear and make fun of those still scared of them cause he's childish and thinks he's sooo great for getting over smth childish

☆surprisingly cares abt his nails? Doesn't like getting grime in them and screams internally when he sees toga a chronic nail biter chomp away at her nails mindlessly, he hates it it just irks him

☆Ik I said he'd be a picky eater, but I think in his runaway arc and first joining the LoV he became used to eating ANYTHING, raw, burnt, out of date he didn't care anymore food is food, give dude a freshly pink torn chicken wing and he'd silently eat it while watching some endeavour clip

-His obsession was so bad sometimes when he was this age that he'd forget to eat or sleep some days, hence getting him into his habit of eating anything and forcing himself out of his picky eater era

-Fortunately after joining the LoV and the whole liberation fight he went back to being his picky eater princess brat appetite back

☆Reported any endeavour praised videos, would try to dox endeavour fans and harass them, would block anyone that would disagree with him, had MULTIPLE accs cause he's js that extra, 100% used like 1 or 2 acts to back up another acc that got into a fight to look like ppl were on his side cause he's js that much of a petty baby, would be mean to literally any media (cause like let's be fr he watched other shit on that YouTube laptop) and would silently have a guilty pleasure watching creepypasta vids and speedpaints, knows all thier lore and was a victim to the slenderman family trope thing, prolly idolised the edgy teens that turn into psychomurderers ig as he starts to peice his new identity and yk...actually murdering ppl...but who cares??? mention eyeless Jack and his eyes will secretly sparkle in 90s anime style fashion, let bro rant abt it...

☆Speaking of which, if he were to ever doodle he'd so have some sort of low effort chibi 90s anime/scene emo kid art style, dude defo has an emo D carved/flamed on random abandoned buildings, was also a kid obsessed with that one S doodle

☆He's a pretty light sleeper, he never got much sleep as a kid and would prolly try to imitate enjis rly bad hero sleep schedule, after the hospital arc he defo is a sleepy guy but again can't sleep since he's on the streets, however after joining LoV he gets a little better at sleeping, before he was a silent guy but now he's js like his 13 Yr old self snoring LOUDLY but will 100% deny it, still a light sleeper but a little less worse than what it was

MY HC W ME/READER IG HEH😈(self indulgent cause I can)

☆He doesn't care much for music, will remember those old nightcore songs and doesn't mind heavy metal and rock but it kinda gives him a headache so he doesn't rly go out of his way to listen to anyth, u will NOT catch bro jamming to some random pop song, maybe after his reveal ull get a sentence or two from a popular old song from like avril lavene and a foot step to a rhythm but again not much care, however dude wouldn't mind listening to my background animal crossing playlist, he'd defo love the rain sf versions and would prolly help him sleep, the rain is a super big comfort to him it's like his white noise, his favourite is 1AM in acnl cause...idk it js is dont fight me on it

☆WORSE night terrors, is a victim of sleep paralysis, sleeping on the streets defo did a huge number on this dude, if we're talking abt being a potential partner he'd calm down and gently pull u towards him to hold it'll help him feel grounded, makes him feel safe knowing someone is sleeping next to him in general like he slept next to natsuo, when he was a kid natsuo would be too tired and a heavy sleeper to rly know abt touya waking up in sweats which didn't help when he was younger(natsuo is not like his big bro he is a DEEP sleeper) so if ur there with him hugging him whispering a word or two of reassurance(don't start blabbering he'll get annoyed he's prone to headaches especially when ur trying to be some saint) so he'll find comfort in u, best believe he's getting a good rest

Hope u enjoyed!!<33 I love yapping --- DO NOT STEAL/REPOST

[Wait the self-indulgent hcs were low key fun might make more lol]

[kingdaddydaichi]

dilf!Daichi Sawamura x reader (fem)

nsfw. mdni. dad bod. snowball. 1k words.

30+ Daichi is an absolute F R E A K, y'all. downright nasty sometimes. will walk into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower, shamelessly naked with his thick, heavy cock bouncing off his thighs and his balls hanging low as he makes his way to his underwear drawer. even though you've been married for almost 10 years and have three children together, watching him like this never gets old. if anything, he's just gotten sexier with age. your husband has a smokin' hot dad bod now, complete with love handles and a little pony keg. but my gods the things he can do to you. seeing him like this and thinking about the way he has mastered your body over the years makes you bite your lip.

"Daichi..." you pout, reaching for him before he has a chance to put his boxer briefs on.

he knows that look like the back of his own hand, just like he knows your body and your needs. one corner of his lips turns up into a devilish grin and he puts one knee on the bed to lean down and give you a kiss. but you pull him closer and reach between his legs for his weighty cock, drawing a deep groan from him when you give it a slow tug with your fist.

your tongues slide and curl around each other as Daichi crawls between your inviting legs, your fist still working him to a full erection.

his six-pack has lost almost all definition, but he still has a two-pack at the top and side obliques which frame his small, taut belly pudge. sparse black hairs spread across his lower abdomen, his happy trail leading to the thick patch of black hair surrounding the wide base of his cock. even if Daichi's stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be, it’s perfect for rubbing your clit against when you ride him like the steed he is.

within seconds, Daichi's beefy cock is ready for you, just as you are ready for it. he brings his hips closer to yours and watches as you position his leaking tip to press against your clenching hole. with a slow push of his hips, he gradually fills you up as you both moan each other's names between open lips.

Daichi has a little more chest hair than he used to have. and his pectorals are as stacked as they've ever been, though they are getting a bit softer than they used to be. he's got love handles on his lower back now, but you actually quite prefer the fact that you can grab onto his back when he’s drilling into you from above. when you were both younger, your fingers would grab at the flesh on his back, but they could never find purchase as his hips rocked against your open thighs. his taut skin would always slip from your grasp to remain tight against his muscles.

your white cream contrasts beautifully with Daichi's full, black thatch of pubic hair. your pussy lips suck on his veiny cock with every retreat. his big, hairy balls press tightly against your taint as he ruts into you. he smells like sex and sweat with a hint of spicy bergamot. your entire body is moved by every thrust of your husband's strong, undulating hips, the headboard begins to thump the wall behind it. you kiss along his jaw, making him moan when you lick and latch onto the salty skin of his sensitive neck.

“nhnn...Dai-” you mewl against his ear. “feels so good when you fuck me hard, baby.”

duly fucking noted.

raising up onto his knees, Daichi watches you as a dark storm brews in his warm coffee eyes. he grabs your ankles from his sides, taking the time to kiss them while making full eye contact with you before putting them on his shoulder. planting his palms on either side of you, your husband leans forward to press your knees to your chest and begins fucking you into the mattress.

loud, lewd slaps of skin - wet with your slick need - echo off the bedroom walls with every downward throw of Daichi's hips. his dark brown hair is curled between your fingers and his knees are bent, spread out beside you as he slams into you. his familiar, spongey mushroom tip is thumping against your special spot with increasing fervor. the father of your children grunts and moans your name as his balls tighten against your taint, his thick glutes flexing as he fucks your pussy like no one else can.

Daichi knows your body just as you know his. he has spent the past 12 years learning and homing in on what gives you the most pleasure. he lives for the faces you make, the way you paw at his chest and scream his name when he makes you come apart on his cock, fucking you slower but just as hard through your powerful orgasm.

looking down to where your bodies connect, Daichi watches as his thick veiny cock gets swallowed up by your clenching pussy and your creamy white spend mats his black pubes. he holds onto the back of your neck while pile driving his hips against you until he begins to release spurts of his warm, sticky nut against your yielding walls. with one last trembling draw of his hips, he fully spends himself, his broad chest widening even more with panting breaths as wet heat leaks out around his pulsing cock. Daichi hangs his head between his shoulders, his arms shake under his own weight in their weakened state, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of you.

your long-time lover lowers your feet back down to the bed, one at a time, before pulling out to let his warm semen spurt between your shaky thighs. but he wastes no time lining his mouth up to eat his own cum out of your oozing cunt. it doesn’t take much of his licking and slurping and sucking to have you cumming in his mouth, releasing even more of his own bitter spend onto his waiting tongue. with most of his wad now in his mouth he raises up to kiss you, pushing his load into your mouth along with his swirling tongue.

out of sheer force of habit, you show Daichi your tongue after swallowing, making him smile sweetly as his calloused thumb brushes your blazing cheek.

"good girl."

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[ioniansunsets]

honey, could you write a heartsteel!kayn scenario with K/DA!reader where they wear any matching accessories? or reader wearing a kayn t-shirt or jacket and ALL the gossip sites and fans're talking about it?

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Matching Accessories with K/DA!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 834

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: THIS WAS VERY CUTE I hope I did it justice.

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It was a cute thing that the two of you started doing shortly after dating. It started out subtle. A belt that looks a lot like Kayn's collar from Heartsteel's MV at an award ceremony together while he wore a coat that really looked like the one in K/DA's latest MV. Nothing too obvious at first, just similar colors, similar styles. A Glove that looks like the same design as Kayn's just a different color when you were at a meet and greet. An array of accessories that look a lot like yours when Kayn was caught flipping off the paparazzi.

Your stylists were both in on it too, having fun throwing the two of you in outfits from the same collection sometimes. Getting you to wear bracelets while Kayn wears the paired rings from the same collection, you wearing a necklace with Kayn's having the same design earring. Cute little fits that are similar yet not, from the same unknown indie designer. More bold choices where you'd have a K on your clothes while Kayn wore your initials in his belt. Just waiting for someone to pick up on what was going on yet not outright announcing anything.

It was all really, really! Cute! Only after a month or so did the fans pick up on it. Then it hit all at once. The net was abuzz with your name and Kayn's. Someone mentioning how your new jacket was in the same collection as Kayn's at the livestreamed event going on right now and boom. Photos of all the times the two of you suspiciously wear things in a matching color scheme, same design, same collection, hell straight up matching shoes at the last Gala. It was insane the amount of press coverage that suddenly were thrown on you both.

That night, you dropped by his hotel room after a long day of trivial idol things. Going through the usual bath and change of clothes. You snuggle up to him in bed as you whip out your phone. Kayn's arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

" We should do this more. I can't deny, seeing press like this about myself for once is nice."

Kayn thinks out loud about it while giving your forehead a little kiss. Enjoying this more than he thought he would when you first suggested it. K/DA were supportive of the idea, Ahri finding it super cute while Akali and Eve just wanted to see if Kayn would get himself in trouble (they were betting on it). Heartsteel on the other hand were mixed about it, which just made Kayn want to do it even more! Yone and K'sante didn't really get it at first, Sett (and Alune) Loved it! Ezreal was just salty he wasn't included while Aphelios didn't care for it. It was overall still fun PR for the two bands so all the managers let it happen.

" Honestly I'm surprised it took this long...they were all up in arms within minutes the last time I wore Ezreal's sunglasses to a concert."

Kayn laughs, slowly scrolling through social media as you laid in his arms going through your own phone. Enjoying seeing all the cute comments and speculations people made. Were the two of you dating? Good friends? Is this a teaser for Heartsteel and K/DA getting a collab? Were they just being paid? A PR stunt? They have the same stylists after all. It was so fun! You hold back a laugh as you see the jokes people make about how you seem to steal his rings in some paparazzi's shots or how Kayn keeps showing up near K/DA concert locations suspiciously wearing your fan colors. But none of the fans were wrong, the two of you were just having fun. You were dating him, you two were good friends, maybe the two of you were also secretly writing a collab song and this Was a PR stunt. You finally snicker seeing how close some fans got to the truth.

" Fucking with fans and paparazzi like this is honestly my new favorite hobby...I mean second only to being with you~"

Kayn laughs, teasing you, his free hand gently rubbing your side as he uses his phone with his right. A soft smile on his face while his head leaning against yours while you rest on his chest. He usually doesn't give a shit about rumors or public opinion but...when it came to things like this? It was hella fun. A little sprinkle of havoc. Nothing to get his lover in trouble but enough to satisfy his craving for anarchy. Perfect fun for someone like Kayn while letting you lay your claim on having this man in your life. Nothing that would risk the reputation of you both yet let Kayn be a little bit possessive.

" So, just straight up wearing each other's fanclub merch tomorrow to the event then?"

" You're going to get yourself cancelled Kayn."

He laughs harder, hugging you tight.

[an-dr333a]

Gyaru !

this is going to be a long post about gyaru. Ive been a gyaru for a year if im wrong about anything please let me know!

Gyaru is not meant to be ugly. I hear so many people say that the point of gyaru is to be ugly, but no. Gyaru was made to go against strict Japanese beauty standards and to be free but that doesn't mean they were actively trying to make themselves ugly. People in Japan might've seen it as ugly then because of how different the style looked.

Unfortunately, you cannot be gyaru without doing the makeup. I see a lot of people saying that gyaru is about the mindset or fashion-based r music based but makeup was a huge part of being gal and you can't be gal without makeup. Having a drop, nose strip, and lashes are a must!

You do not have to be Japanese to be gyaru. I see so many non gyarus call gyarus Asian fishing but that's just not the case. gyaru is meant for everyone even if the style started out in Japan. you also dont have to tan to be gyaru. Even when gyaru was popular, styles such like himekaji wouldn't tan. You would be considered a shirogal and that perfectly fine!

kogal is not a substyle. I feel like now if someone wants to learn about gyaru the first thing they would see is "kogal gyarus" this isn't a substyle though since it would literally only have one outfit which is just a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. you are considered a kogal if you are still in high school.

chibigyarus are gyarus who are younger than kogals. They have been pretty controversial because of a tiktok that was posted of a chibigyaru pole dancing. obviously, this was a problematic thing for the adults to be okay with and allowing like a 12-year-old pole dancing since pole dancing is extremely sexualized. That video has since been removed but many people are still iffy about seeing chibigyarus because we are concerned for their safety.

"shein gyaru/aliexpress gyaru" I don't think you guys should hate on certain gyarus just because they shop on shein or aliexpress. a lot of people resell gyaru brand clothes for an insane amount of money that just isnt reasonable.

there isnt a lot of gyaru brands anymore because the stores have completely changed styles. A lot of big gyaru brands are selling clothes made for jirai kei which is why you might see people say "gyaru and jirai kei war" but that's just some gyaru are salty cause the brands they loved are catering to other aesthetics now.

You should consider yourself a gyaru if you don't wear it often or out. Gyaru is about the lifestyle and not caring what other people think but if you are not wearing it out because you do care what others think, then you shouldn't refer to yourself being a gyaru. Dressing up for the aesthetic just to post videos is one thing but actively saying you're a gyaru when you're not is another thing!

if you are a gyaru message me please omg I need more gyaru friends. :')

[isa-ghost]

do u have pissa hcs

YES I have one set here (platonic/deathduo) and a second here (more Missa-centric, based on my fic)

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Because you requested Pissa, these will jump between /p and /r though,, I guess most people would prob assume as much from a qpr LOL. I will definitely be referring back to ones I made in that blue set.

Phil is a damn good kisser and it lives in Missa's head rent free

But Missa's lips are soft as hell and that lives in Phil's head rent free so actually they're both winning here

It's no secret Missa's down abysmal. He wants Phil the way Fitza has had each other. Phil knows he has a romantic crush, he does not know he is desired that carnally.

Missa has an innate talent for unintentionally reminding Phil how nice it is to be hugged and held and physically loved, especially when dealing with extensive amounts of stress

Dare I say they are the "babe hold my flower" "I've got your flower babe, go kick their ass" couple. And that works both ways, they will both hold the flower AND beat someone's ass

It took a long time for Phil to get fully comfortable with it, but he trusts Missa enough to help him preen his feathers and take care of his wings

Speaking of wing care, Missa is going to be so horrified and guilty at the sight of Phil's wings post-possession bc he wasn't there to help Phil :) It's not his fault, but he'll think so anyway, just like Phil does with things <3

Phil has yet to see Missa genuinely pissed off at something for an extended period of time but those who have known him longer like Roier have told him stories and he wants to see it SO BAD. Angry life partner hot.

Phil absolutely loves how easy it is to fluster Missa. And it's not only easy bc of the crush. Which makes Missa SO salty bc if Phil could understand Spanish well enough, oh my god the shade of red Missa could make him turn.

THEIR COMMUNICATION. AAAAAAA. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET PHIL TO FUCKING SPILL HIS GUTS WHEN HE'S ENDURING THE HORRORS?? AND YET HE'LL VENT TO MISSA NO ISSUE AS LONG AS MISSA COAXES IT OUT OF HIM. RAAAAHHHHH.

These two love holding hands so much. Top tier sign of affection to them. (They will die a little if it's pointed out /pos)

Phil can and will pick Missa up like he weighs nothing. And carry him. Missa will screech every time he's picked up without fail bc he's never expecting it. And then he'll swoon about how his husband can carry him so effortlessly.

They both can get jealous sometimes, which is funny bc it's never problematic, the moment the other clocks they're getting jealous they're dramatically all over each other like OoOuUuUHUSBAND

They have an unspoken competition to one-up each other with gifts every time one wakes up and does something without the other (Phil's winning)

*Slams fist on table* STARGAZING DATES. MISSA SERENADING PHIL. PHIL INFODUMPING ABOUT SPACE. RAAAAHHHH

[downundergarfield]

helloo hope you're doing alright. can i get a medic or sniper with a fem s/o who enjoys riling him up or annoying him when he's working so he shuts her up by just making them suck them off?

If it's too filty just a little smooch would suffice.

I liked this idea so much that I decided to do it out of turn!

SNIPER x fem!S/O in which they distract the Sniper from work and get a facefuck

NSFW! Under the cut

The Sniper didn't take you on missions that often. Just because you were too fond of scratching your tongue. But today is a slightly different case. Omit the details, now it's important that you were sitting somewhere in another ambush, around a bunch of boxes, a coffee pot, a couple of jars. You preferred not to look in their direction. And he was sitting on an old box. Slouching again, waiting for someone's forehead, like a hungry spider, a stupid fly. It turns you on. His broad back, leather vest. You looked down at his buttocks. This pose is so natural to him. You approach by looking between the boards. Almost no one is visible. But you notice a BLU Scout coming onto the field. You know what's going to happen. That's why you close your ears.

BOOM

The guy drives his face on the ground, leaving a bloody trail behind him.

A rifle bolt clicks to your left. The cartridge case falls to the floor. A new cartridge is ringing into the rifle, the tall man does not move again.

You swallow. Sometimes you forget that your dear Mr. Mundy is a real cold-blooded killer.

"- Mick"

"-m?" He answers dryly and quickly.

"And what do you feel when you kill a person? I mean, you handled that Scout so quickly...how do you feel when you shoot in the head?"

"- nothing."

"- well, not inter-"

"- Shh. Don't talk."

You are bored, dissatisfied with being shut up. You want to talk!

"- please!- "

" - don't make me regret that Oi took you with me today, mate."

The Sniper says angrily, in a whisper, through his teeth. You're distracting him. You know that. But you like to play with this fire.

"- Mickey!"

"- if you don't stop talkin', I'll have to shut ya up."

He growls, throwing you a sparkling look of blue eyes.

"- I wonder how?~"

You whisper playfully. He looks at you with a certain amount of anger, you see him baring his teeth and hear a quiet growl. Then he abruptly grabs you by the head, quickly pulling you between his legs. You are pressed to the groin and you look up at the man and he smiles, seeing the sparkle in your eyes, and your burning cheeks. The next moment, he unbuckles his belt, followed by his fly, followed by a thin fabric of underwear. And now the warm skin of a half-grown cock is pressed against your lips. You exhale warm air and feel it harden from your lips. You run your tongue over the delicate skin, which responds with a quiet hiss somewhere above. You lick the velvety skin again and he moans softly. His penis hardens enough, then the Sniper takes you by the hair and impales you on a hard erection. You feel how it impudently crashes into your throat, passing and forcing you to squint and let out tears. But to your surprise, he doesn't move, he just holds you like that, letting you suffocate on his penis. Your quiet sobs and moans only turn him on more. You feel that there is not enough air, and then, he lets you go. You pull away from his cock with a loud inhale and several thin lines of saliva stretch from your trembling lips to his wet penis. You don't have time to enjoy oxygen when you are impaled on that hot salty cock again. This time he holds you by the hair, squeezing it somewhat painfully. He pushes his hips into your throat, making you squish. You feel like your face is burning, but it's so nice. His brazen angry thrusts. His beastly pace. Your head is spinning. He just face-fucks you.

"-R..Roo, close..."

The Australian purrs from above and you obediently take his cock, turning it into your open mouth. You slap his tip against your protruding tongue, but then he takes the initiative. You just obediently sit on your knees in front of a man when he strokes himself to the end, pouring a thick white liquid on your tongue. It splashes into your palate and tongue. Salty at first, but then bitter. You swallow anyway, trying not to miss the treat. Mick throws his head back in praise. You lick his head a couple more times to collect the remaining droplets. He strokes your hair and smiles before returning to shooting.

"-Good girl..."

[legacyshenanigans]

Marvolo x Rowan 🐍🐺

NSFW, you know the drill. 'Nuff said.

They stumbled into Marvolos room, hands pawing at each other, tongues fighting. Quickly trying to rid each other of their clothes, banging into furniture, a few potion bottles falling and smashing in the process, something Marvolo would usually be annoyed about if he wasn't so fucking desperate for his best friend right now.

Their minds were completely clouded, neither of them knew why they were doing this again, certainly not so soon after the last time. Their now bare bodies pushed against each other as they continued to stumble adound the room towards Marvolos bed. Rowan let out a growl grinding his hard, leaking cock against his, making Volo hum in bliss into his mouth.

The pair fell onto the sheets. Another tussle of limbs as they seemed to take turns pinning each other down, carrying on their intense kiss. Their lips finally left each others for a moment to catch their breath. The pair suddenly becoming very aware of how their cocks were rubbing together, they both let out a moan in unison. Just rutting and grinding against each other side by side.

Rowan gave him a smirk as he took the lead to pin Marvolo down again, his body on top of him, a sinful smile curled onto Marvolos lips as Rowan made his way down south, leaving a trail of licks and bites down Volo's chest and stomach before reaching between his legs.

Another hum left Marvolo as he felt Rowans mouth wrap around his length, taking him to back of his throat. Volo's hand found Rowans hair as he lay back and enjoyed the feeling of Rowans mouth working him.

Volo looked down, seeing Rowans amber eyes looking up at him. He smirked, his grip tightening in his hair as he began to force Rowans head up and down on his cock, bucking his hips up in rhythm with his movements. The deep sounds of Rowans throat filled the room.

Marvolo: Mmm fuck...Yesssss...Nnngh..

Rowan made a bold move, bringing a hand underneath Volo and sliding a finger inside him, making Marvolo gasp. His eyes rolled back as he threw his head against the pillows.

Marvolo: Fuck..R-Rowan..

Rowans finger curled up, pressing against his prostate and rubbing up on it, making Marvolo squirm slightly. Deep, erratic moans leaving his lips, consumed by the sensation of Rowans hot, wet mouth wrapped around him, combined with the relentless stimulation of his finger, was pushing him closer to the edge.

Marvolo: Don't stop..K-Keep going..nngh yeah, yeah..Mmph!

With a final jerk of his hips, Marvolo let out a loud moan which turned into a breathless satisfied laugh as hot ropes of his cum filled Rowans mouth and throat. Rowan swallowed every drop before pulling back and sitting up, wiping the drool from around his lips with a cheeky grin as Marvolo caught his breath.

Marvolo: You're so fucking good with that mouth *smirks*

Rowan leaned over his body once more, capturing his lips with his in a heated kiss. Marvolo could taste the salty remains of his cum on Rowan tongue and moaned into the kiss.

Rowan: *small chuckle* I know. *smug smirk*

Marvolo chuckled himself and flipped them over so he was now the one on top. Rowan let out an almost purr like growl watching Marvolo straddle his thighs. Another smirk played on Volos lips as his hands slowly scratched down Rowans broad chest, digging in just enough for him to feel a slight sting. A shiver ran down Rowans spine at the feeling.

Rowan: Mmmph, I fuckin love ya hands on me...

Another teasing chuckle left Volo, his hand coming down and gripping Rowans meaty, throbbing cock.

Rowan: *breathing hitches* Shit..

Volo pumped his cock in a smooth, sensual rhythm, taking a moment to run his thumb over Rowans leaking slit before pumping him again a little faster. Rowan arched his back up, his chest heaving, his muscular frame flexing under the intense stroking, his skin glistening with sweat, Marvolo couldn't help but marvel at Rowans form, he was perfect.

Marvolo: Cum for me..

He whispered breathlessly stroking Rowans cock with a little more pressure.

Rowan: Ohhh god! Ffffffffuck..Hnnnngh!

A hard, strangled groan pushed out of Rowans throat as he released. His cum spluttering out onto his own chest. He looked up at Volo through lidded eyes. Marvolo leaned down, licking up some of Rowans release with a naughty smile before moving to lay down next to him.

Rowan: Fuckin hell. Heh.

Marvolo: *smirks and lights up a cigarette*

They lay there in their own worlds, taking a quick moment to bask in the afterglow of their shared release before Marvolo spoke.

Marvolo: What time is it?

Rowan: 1am I reckon. Why?

Marvolo: Too late for you to wander back to the Den now.. I suppose you could stay here the night..

Rowan gave Marvolo a cheeky smile.

Rowan: "Too late for me to go back to the Den"? *chuckles* Why don't ya just admit that ya WANT me to stay?

Marvolo took a drag of his cig, giving Rowan a teasing smirk.

Marvolo: Shut up, Rowan.

~

[goodolddumbbanana]

I just remembered something, when Sun went to Nothing happens!universe, alt!Moon mistakes him (at first) for these Sun have portals.

Which means, not only Dark Sun, but still a number variant of Suns, who possessed the same intelligence or, maybe gain his knowledge from eating their Moon.

So, where are they? Where are these Sun? Why does nobody know about them, and why see-all people still concede Sun as Dumb or Useless?

Because in the strangest way just like Earth, whom the evilest version of her just her being president, Sun normally doesn't have evil variants, cuz even Puppet is surprised about him and unable to read Dark Sun. (We didn't see cringe!Dark Sun in cringe dimension proves my point)

I think someone has killed them. The amount of smart Sun has already been terminated, and only the small mounts like Dark Sun and someone honestly just like to hide and being alone. Maybe by Creators because honestly, even Creator hates Sun the most, he seems... I don't know how to describe it, speak to Sun with closure.

(you know the way your parents always say you are disappointed but still they know and acknowledge your abilities? And the possibility that Herry is the want who used to work with Creator? What if Sun is the result of a divorced and herry never paid his child support leading Creator feeling salty about Sun because he reminds him so much about Herry? So he needs to dumb Sun down?)

Cuz Dark Sun seems very confident when he says it only the matter of time when a Sun snapped, and Sun shares the same opinions when he said to alt!Moon this alt!Sun would never grow backbone in that way and he just grew out of being happy like it is the fate of a Sun, suffering and dead or suffering and living out of sprite.

Btw, New Moon's name is so cringe. I wonder what plan they will do with Nexus. Because as I was saying before, Nexus would become a new villain but for how long and does him even have a redemption arc now?

Surely because of the comeback of the Old Moon, Nexus would stay the same like right now as his personality still roaming in his teenage phase.

But then what? Will he still roam free and don't care about anything like right now? (Making new friends and abandoning his old so-called family just because he is obsessed with the idea of being himself, just like Eclipse v1 just lives out of sprite because he wants to avenge Old Moon?) and then die as a villain, again and again, or just get out of the narrative like Eclipse V4?

Or he slowly but surely will have his redemption arc and has 'oh shit, I still care' moment with Sun and he gives up becoming such a deranged?

Nexus says he doesn't care about anyone anymore, what if because of that he will hurt Sun above his imagination to prove a point?

Because since when Nexus wakes up, Sun is the person Nexus has been focusing on the most.

He takes care of Sun when he has mental breakdown moments, he snapped at Sun when he realised Sun is lying to him but still went and rescued him. He and Sun get yeet in Ruin dimension and yet instead of angry and tired with Sun like some people, they are hand-in-hand (not ship) and face the world. Nexus always reminds Sun he is the person Nexus trust most and Nexus can't lose Sun. He even almost spilled the bean to Sun when they talked about how to bring Solar back and hit the wall several times to get out of the nightmare when Sun died. He even kneed down and begged Eclipse V4 to know where Sun was and his Old self always nagging at Nexus to protect Sun. He honestly tries better just for Sun and when Sun said he was disappointed at Nexus, Nexus seems like cool-down a little bit, and even trying to convince Sun to let him out or just let him do it for the family, kill Bloodmoon and save Solar.

The last conversation they have seems to be more civilised than I imagined. Never once, Nexus yelled at Sun. He spoke with Sun in a soft, slow voice, like he was still aware how much Sun is afraid of loud noise.

Like sure, Nexus still hit Sun right in the chest with all the bullshit that he said, but unlike with Earth, when he shut her down right away by calling her name and tossing her aside like an unwanted damage; he still trauma dumping with Sun, he still talked a little bit of his feelings to Sun, about his plan, etc...

And sure all the things he said were terrible but I think it can be worse with Sun. Which means even though Nexus doesn't care, he still cares about Sun like an instinct.

(I think he was talking the truth to some degree when he said he is indifferent about others. Nexus was numbing all his feelings since Solar died, and actively did it worse in order to surpass his old self, which leads to him so exhausted that he is unable to care about the others and wants to throw all of his relationships away.)

Bet the feeling of Nexus for Sun right now is so conflict with a lot of resentment and careness. Because on one side, Nexus still cares about Sun to some degree which maybe if Sun dead, he would feel guilty and maybe feel sad and snapped his actions for a moment. On the other hand, he wants to distance himself from what A Moon calls a Moon, and get rid of all Moon's nagging and want before, like his policy about protecting family in general and Sun in particular.

Like how he even asks Dark Sun why Dark Sun doesn't like to change his name, to separate the image of Sun and Dark Sun. It's almost like Nexus doesn't want Dark Sun to remind him of Sun at all and he still craves the love and agreement of somebody, seeing how he compliments Dark Sun's home and his dog guard...

If Nexus and Sun meet again, I don't think things would end well. Either Nexus would nonchalant say he never cared about Sun and all the time they spend together he was forced and was affected by the Old Moon and tried to hurt Sun because Sun got involved in his plan or just pure his selfishness want to make a point.

Or, he would be angry and snap back at Sun and just do the same actions like I said above.

And Sun...

Out of all people, only Sun, I think only Sun still cares about Nexus and understands him deeply, which leads him to definitely feel guilty, shocked and hollow to seeing his use to be brother go down in such manners.

(because Earth doesn't want to do anything with Nexus since he almost killed her. And she has a higher intelligence emotions level to know She deserves better than this and she wouldn't spend more time to blame herself because of what happened to Nexus. Lunar after killing Eclipse, realized it is not worth it to spend time with people who choose to be terrible, will definitely move on soon.)

Sun,... I don't think this time if Sun meets Nexus again, Sun would just stand by and do nothing. I think, this time, Sun may try to defend himself. Either in the "oppsie silly me, I accidentally killed Moon again" moment, or... Just straight out blasting Nexus.

And The way Nexus sees Sun no longer cares about him, would definitely hurt Nexus inside.

May he become deranged more, or will think back of what he did, that is what time would tell.