#why does he have a face. why anyone would need a face. just to make me suffer trying to paint it as perfectly as possible

[ryebread0605]

Can I request the test third years and the kind of fantasy/wet dreams they would have about the reader

Or maybe if that's too specific how they act walking up from one of those dreams and have to face being near them that same day

I can do ya one better and do both! Hope you enjoy anon!!

Cater:

soft sex style dream 

Hear me out, he would act like he’s into the hardcore stuff but actually just wants to be gently fucked 

Having you use a strap on him, arching his back as you whisper in his ear how good he’s being for you, shivering as you plant soft kisses on his bare back and neck

He’s really down when he wakes up and realizes it was just a dream

Until he remembers that he’s your boyfriend and can just ask you to do that

After classes that day, you get to see him more vulnerable than anyone has ever seen him before as you gently fuck him as he melts in your arms 

Trey: 

breeding kink style dream 

Has always wanted a larger family 

Plus the idea of getting to be in you without a condom? Getting to watch his cum leak out of you before fucking more into you?

It’s no wonder that suddenly he is waking up early to deal with his… growing problem

Another one that is far too nervous to actually bring it up, thinking it’s disrespectful 

Until you straight up tell him you had a wet dream about him and now he feels as if you are intentionally inviting him 

(With your consent) the next night neither of you sleep as moans reverberate off the walls of his dorm room

Leona:

predator prey style wet dream 

He’s the prey for once though

The idea of you chasing him down, pinning him to a tree, tearing off his clothes and-

Ruggie just had to go and wake him up right at the good part

He’s a grump, moreso than usual, all day 

He’s embarrassed to think the idea of himself being a prey to you got him more horny than anything he’s ever previously thought of

And yet, somehow, he still will be able to keep up the facade 

That is, until you walk into the greenhouse just as he’s about to fall asleep

Well, no one else is around, right? Might as well let him get a head start and finish what your dream counterpart started

Vil:

latex fetish style dream 

The idea of you or him (or both of you) in latex, the shiny fabric clinging to your skin, hugging your curves in all the right places, it absolutely makes him crazy 

Perhaps even a whip to make you behave when you decide to act all bratty under the influence of Ace and Deuce

His eyes roam over your skin, the latex catsuit constricting you in a pleasurable way as he searches for even the slightest hint of disobedience

When he wakes up, it takes him a few seconds to realize it was all a dream

Isn’t one to masturbate but also can’t go to class with a hard on, sevens knows what damage that would do to his reputation 

He won’t directly say why, but don’t be surprised to find latex skirts, pants, and dresses suddenly showing up on your doorstep 

Conveniently seems to almost always suddenly ‘need the restroom’ whenever you wear one of the pieces to class 

Rook:

body worship style dream

He imagines what your body looks like under your baggy uniform, how stunning you must look in your birthday suit 

Running his hands along your body, feeling every dip and curve, a squeeze there, a brush there, sevens he could cum just from this

And he does

Wakes up with a stain on his pants but just shrugs it off and gets dressed, finding his dream to be a magnificent feat of his mind showing him his wants

He is Unbothered and will go right over to you, not even the smallest hint of a blush on his face

Not afraid to just straight up tell you what he dreamt of

Will ask you if he can see if reality and his dream line up (aka he wants to see you nakey but says it in a far more poetic way)

Idia:

Toy usage style dream

Having you restrained on his bed as multiple toys he himself made invade your body and overwhelm your senses 

He watches as your body shakes, back arched and loud moans pouring from your lips 

5, 6, 7 times you orgasm, and he still doesn’t turn the toys off

He laughs sadistically at the site of your overstimulated expressions, grabbing his phone to snap a pic-

He shoots awake rock hard 

Yeah no, he refuses to leave his room that day

Although he does watch you through the security cams

He wants so badly to relieve the ache in his pants but feels so dirty doing it 

Maybe next time, you could be the one to help him

Lilia:

a dream of… ‘interrogating’ you

Taking place back when he was general

You wandered into his campsite? A lowly human?

And yet… you don’t seem dangerous

His sword pressed against your throat, dick deep in your hole, watching you blabber incoherent nonsense-

His alarm makes him awaken with a bit of a jolt before he laughs it off

Unbothered part 2, but worse 

He will straight up describe IN DETAIL what happened in his dream, even if the others are around to hear 

Poor silver. He really wished that day that Sebek would’ve deafened him with all his yelling by now

Lilia knows he can’t truly make his dream a reality, but why not do some role playing and see what happens?

Malleus: 

sensory deprivation style dream 

The silkiest of ropes around his wrists, blindfolds tied tight around his eyes, large noise canceling headphones over his ears

Every caress from you sets his body on fire

All his body can focus on is the sensation of your hands running along his bare form

His body stands at attention for you, his two dicks hard as you caress them, pushing him closer and closer to the edge-

Sebeks voice breaks him from the sweet embrace of his dream, reminding him to head to class

He is… confused. He’s never experienced this kind of dream and of course goes to Lilia for help who lays out everything for him 

He’s absolutely terrified to make you uncomfortable and will seem more distant 

If you confront him, though, he will fold under the pressure and spill everything 

Won’t you reward him for telling you? Make the poor dragon fae’s dream a reality?

[omegaseverywhere]

Omega!Ghost who did not put down your file the moment Laswell said you would be joining Taskforce 141. Who took one look at your face, your rank, your skillset and felt his clit throb. Who, when he caught a whiff of your scent, had a panic attack in the bathroom because he couldn't stop slicking. Omega!Ghost who stalks behind you silently, staring. Sometimes, he's in the corner of the room. Sometimes, hes right behind you. Multiple times a day, you will turn around and he will be there, just looking at you. Locked in. Pupils dilated. He can't help it. He likes looking at you. (Gaz had to take you aside and tell you that no, Ghost isn't hunting you. He really isn't. I know...I know it feels like it but I promise-)

Omega!Ghost who says nothing to you for weeks after you meet. Not a damn thing. Not even when you both are with the other members of the taskforce. And because he doesn't say anything for a while, when he does - a little awkward compliment that reminds you of Shang from Mulan - you nearly shit yourself. Omega!Ghost who casually threatens anyone he hears may have a thing for you. Other Omegas. Betas. Alphas. Anyone can catch his hands. "You'll never find the body isn't a great threat. A better one would be "They'll be finding your body parts for months...and you'll be alive for at least one of them." (Price had to stop him because recruits were dropping like flies) Omega!Ghost who had a DNR tattoo and offical medical DNR papers to match but no longer does because of you. He believed no one would ever miss him. You proved him wrong, therefore he will now fight Death itself in your name if it comes to it. Omega!Ghost who has no idea how to court or show someone he's interested. Who also knows he's a giant tank of a man who can probably rip a person in half with his bare hands. Who decides that 'Alpha's like a strong mate right? S what Google says.' Who starts lifting random heavy objects when you are around for no reason.

Omega!Ghost who found out you took lunch in your car on Fridays when not on a mission and decided to join you once and then promptly exited the vehicle when you asked him why he decided to deadlift the fridge that morning. He was not prepared for that and he made a split second decision to leave immediately. (Soap is still laughing about it)

Omega!Ghost who is relieved when you start making moves. Who sinks into you so quickly, falling into his barely used Omega instincts to chirp and purr and submit. Who beams behind his mask when you order him food and drinks, when you leave him a scent-fused hoodie, when you train with him and push him to go harder...you aren't together but you will be and it makes him so happy.

Omega!Ghost who only agrees to go through a heat to purge his body if you are around to guard him. He isn't going to ask you to join him - because he isn't sure if either of you are ready for that - but he wants you to guard him. He trusts you to guard him. Keep him safe.

Omega!Ghost who, when asked if he was going to guard you during your rut, wondered why it was even a question. He was going to do that regardless. No one is getting to you. He'll rip people apart with his teeth if they think they have the balls to approach your rutting room.

Omega!Ghost who gets an incredibly thorough examination done just to see if he has any damage that would prevent him from having pups. He never thought about pups before but now that he's met an Alpha that he wouldn't mind having pups with, he needs to know. He frames the report that tells him that he's perfectly fertile.

Omega!Ghost whose purr is the loudest thing about him. Its very much giving motorcycle revving. He always hated it but it seemed to be the only thing that kept you stable when you were being evacuated, unconscious, and bleeding out from three separate bullet wounds so he doesn't think its so bad anymore.

Omega!Ghost who gets gooey when you scent the inside of his masks when he has to go on his own missions. Its grounding, having your scent nearby. Keeps him focused. Keeps him determined to not fuck anything up. Keeps him coming home.

Omega!Ghost who makes a horrifically embarrassing noise the moment you knot him for the first time and feeling grateful that you are too preoccupied with burying your fangs in his neck to claim him to notice. He does, however, notice the noise you make when he bites you back and teases you for it for the rest of your lives.

[shizu-nagita]

I held you close, but at what cost?

AN: First fanfiction on his hellsite- anyways um. I don’t know Sage of Truth/ Fount of Knowledge has me in some of the biggest headlocks . And I don’t know how to do 2nd PoV so… this is a test run to see what kinda writing style I like-

He’s been watching, for quite a long time now actually.

You’re dedicated to your cause, always running across the academy halls with scrolls and books in your hands, as you narrowly step to the side when people turn the corner.

[ It makes something warm bubble up inside of him.]

In most of Shadow Milk Cookie’s lifetime, he has rarely ever seen someone like you, honest and true and willing to see the harsh truths of reality and most important of all, accept them.

It’s admirable really.

And so when he gets the chance to lecture you, to foster your curiosity and enthusiasm for the truth, he is beyond elated .

[ For once in centuries, someone understands-]

But you’re a mere mortal, you don’t live as long as he does, and inevitably, he will watch you fade away throughout the course of time, as the world forgets you.

[ Those words don’t sit right in his mind.]

And so he clings, he holds onto each and everyone of your words, and cherishes them even if you don’t know it, his mind memorizing the way your hair glows in the sunset, how your eyes brighten when you explain your favorite subjects.

He walks beside you, he gently walks you through the things you don’t understand, he’s practically attached to your side.

And what amuses him the most,

[ what makes him feel noticed-]

Is the fact you don’t mind, in fact you chatter along with him, indulging him when he goes into a debate about whether or not a tomato is a fruit or vegetable .

[ Most of the time, people just listen to his words, not the true meaning behind them.]

You were a precious jewel within the confines of coal, meant to be cherished and protected.

And so he did, he kept you away from the dark straying wisps of deceit, and attempted to give you the life most wouldn’t achieve within decades.

He gave you all of him, and you gave your soul on return, always coming back to him when you two parted ways, always smiling and laughing .

[ He doesn’t want to see you go.]

[ He doesn’t want to be alone again.]

Even as you grew older, his face staying the same , even as you stopped remembering things, he stayed there with you.

“Shadow Milk Cookie… Are you sure you aren’t tired of me yet?”

He immediately turns his head, confusion in his eyes as he leans down head tilting as his robes billow out.

“What… Why did that question even come to you? Have I done something? Did anyone degrade you?”

[ Please stay-]

You shake your head, a gentle laugh escaping your lips as you raise a hand, attempting to wave away his worries as Shadow Milk Cookie’s mind goes into overdrive.

“No no!! Not at all! Just… curious.”

You never knew that he wanted you to stay.

that he needed you to be by him.

And as the years went by, the hollow aching feeling in his heart , where his soul jam was, begun to grow, to writhe and twist as you grew weaker and weaker with age.

[ Keep them alive, you have to-]

The sage of truth was beginning to falter.

[ you can not leave me you have to stay, you can not leave]

After eons of being alone, after watching people he once knew, once admired grow weary and weak with time, submitting to the whims of life and death, after he got a taste of warmth.

He didn’t want to let go of you.

[ He was tired of being alone .]

[ He was tired of having no one that listened-]

And so, the whispers of deceit slowly trickled into his mind, weaving fates of where both of you were happy, where you would remain in an eternal paradise, where you both would forever be happy .

Shadow milk cookie tried to resist, tried to step away from the temptation of eternity, he continued to guide and lead others to the truth.

But then came the day you died

The letter in his hands fell, dropping to the ground with a soft thunk as his vision blurred, the words he never wished to see now before him, as if mocking him.

[ My condolences, Sage of Truth, but your beloved is dead.]

….

That was the day he abandoned his reality.

[The day he resolved to find you.]

He retreated from the light because it was too scorching, illuminating the harsh truths of reality, illuminating the fact that you had left him.

He took cover in the shadows, because that was the only place where nothing could ever come to light, when you could only see the bare minimum and create the rest of the story .

But eventually, the shadows turn to light.

[ Tell me, just what was I supposed to do without you?]

[Was I just supposed to let you turn to dust? Fade into a mere memory? I couldn’t do that.]

And so, he poured over texts, using his position to manipulate others with deceitful lies, and the blinding truth as he tried to bring you back.

[ He just wanted someone who understood.]

And yet…

You could never get what you wanted, for the world was never fair, the world could’ve give you everything for a mere second, and take it all away and leave you with nothing for eons.

Left alone, in the dark, deceived and deceiver.

He waits, up until the day you come back to him and he can hold you back in his arms.

[ He doesn’t know how much longer he can.]

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yandere zenitsu behaviour you didn't realise was dangerous before it was too late. he's your best friend and you love him! he's always just been a little bit... too needy... too clingy... too close... that was fine though! he was your best friend after all! but... then you told him about a boy, it wasn't anything serious, you met him a couple weeks ago from the village over and he invited you to dinner but to zenitsu it was a completely different story.

you're leaving him?! but he needs you!

any food that boy would give you would be awful, he just knows it, he wouldn't care about what you'd like. you deserve the finest of foods, made with the finest ingredients something that only zenitsu can give you.

the night your dinner rolls around you cancel, zenitsu became ill and he needed someone to look after him, holding onto your sleeve with tears starting to trickle down his face.

you feel that zenitsu is getting clingier? he's always been touchy, resting his head on your lap, while you run your hands through his yellow hair, or leaning on your shoulder, his breathing always relaxed and level when he does it, as you constantly bring him comfort. now he's consistently holding your hand firmly wherever you go and is pulling you closer to him by your soft middle anytime he considers the distance between the two of you is too great.

people have started distancing themselves from you, you're unsure why? the townsfolk make excuses to leave conversations that they find themselves in with you. zenitsu doesn't think he even did anything bad so he's confused why they're all looking at him so scared. he just wants you all to himself, is that really so wrong? and the people in the village took up too much of your time, time much better spent with him.

"why do you keep talking to my girlfriend? don't you think she's got better things to do?" they've never seen that expression on his face before... on anyone's face. one particular woman with a nervous disposition often has nightmares about it. recently a new family moved into the village from another country, along with them they brought along two goats. one of the goats went missing they hope nothing happened to it but they can't accuse 'someone' when they have no proof, they haven't even been living in japan a year yet and 'someone' must have left the door to the church open- everyone knew who.

there was a terrible storm at night, thunder and lightning keeping everyone up and when the morning came the priest went to open up the church only to find out that it was never closed the night before, the whole place was flooded, pews soaked beyond use, no one will be sitting down for service for awhile... if not carefully treated the whole building could be damaged beyond repair.

you often spoke negatively about the priest and the church and their teachings, 'i don't know zenitsu doesn't that guy gives you the creeps too?' you mummer shuffling closer to him after the preacher's beady eyes were on your skirt.

you often spoke about how you were jealous of mrs dockerty's goat. "you'll have to keep this a secret okay? it's an early birthday present. it was a fair bit of-" your eyebrows furrow- "well let's just say it was certainly some money and did you hear about the dockerty's? if everyone finds out you've got a goat they'll accuse you and try to swindle you out of keeping all the goats milk for yourself." zenitsu's got the biggest grin on his face seeing that you like it and you have a matching one, already thinking of names.

your best friend is a bit delusion... you're soulmates! you're meant to be! it's destiny!

any time you're apart he whinges and whines when he finds out, the idea of going over a day without seeing you?! horrifying.

"those steam trains are really scary zen'! it doesn't matter how many times i go on them, it's just too fast. we have legs for a reason! i don't like walking but still... and i still have a long walk until i even reach the train then i can focus on getting into edo. i'll bring you something back, okay. i'll try and find some of that high quality japanese eel that you like that we never get to find around these parts."

his cries are louder than normal, your collar and neck becoming wet with his tears, his grip around your plush waist is unrelenting and you promise you'll give him extra attention when you see him in two days time if he stops crying, people are starting to stare at the display. he'll hold you to that promise.

"this- this has got to be a joke right zen'! i mean we're friends i can't- friends don't do that."

"you promised though."

your eyes widen, "b-but, this is- you can't actually be serious."

zenitsu's eyebrows furrow, a pout forming on his face, "i'm not asking for much, just stroke it."

you still think he's joking... or you're trying to convince yourself that he's joking but he doesn't seem like he is. he seems serious but that's what you don't understand, you know you promised to make it up to your best friend because you were apart for a couple of days but it wasn't anything serious and now he's barged into your house telling you to rub his cock.

zenitsu moves closer to you, closing the gap and takes your hand in his, bringing it to his crotch and moving his hips up towards your touch. you feel how hard he is. "come on sweetheart, you'll make me feel better right? you did promise." his voice becomes a bit more confident when he watches you look away from him and he catches an almost shy, bashful, look on your face.

"i-i," you stutter. this is your best friend.

he starts spewing out words, his hips still moving and gyrating against your hand, "i know you don't believe in the church but if you still want to be traditional i'll ask to marry you if you're still being so stubborn with that hand of yours. i was planning on asking some time this year anyway."

"marry?!"

"we've been dating for a long time now and i'm getting more and more pent up with each passing day that i see you looking so beautiful."

"dating?!" you try and move away from him unsuccessfully. "zen' we're best friends! we've been best friends for years."

"best friends, dating - same thing." zenitsu's other hand goes to your wide hip and squeezes the flesh between his fingers, a small moan comes out of his mouth and his body shudder's at the feeling, moving his hips quicker. "being apart from you for even a second is torture."

your mouth open and closes in shock. how didn't you know that your best friend thought like this?

[xanadufoyerwaterwheeljr]

⭐LAST OF US RANTING ⭐

Mostly about people being mad about Pedro Pascal dying and being superficial and annoying and weird

I feel like the people (that didn't play the games) seemed to only watch Last of Us because they're attracted to Pedro Pascal. They only cared about him during the whole first season. Which makes sense the story kind of does that to you? But I have seen so many people say now that Pedro Pascal is gone they won't watch. Joel would never have been that interesting to play as if he never had Ellie! If he just lost his daughter and then he was every other person whos lost someone in the apocalypse. So in turn the show is the same. Joel becomes an interesting character AFTER he has Ellie as a parallel to his other shit. And to ONLY watch something because you're attracted to someone and not even care AT ALL ABOUT THE REST OF THE STORY is crazy. I admit I've watched shows because I'm attracted to the stars, or if I see even a HINT of gay, but I don't stick around to things if im not actually interested? Last of Us has an insane story with crazy points and very real characters and relationships. Yet people are only watching because of PEDRO??

People simultaneously are NOT attracted to Bella Ramsey and don't like them and have preconceived ideas about them. (The amount of fucking potato emojis are crazy. It does have a lot to do with Bella talking about their autism diagnosis, but Bella looks so normal i don't understand it. Like they look TOO normal. Just a normal guy.) People aren't even hating on Abby now cuz Katilyn Dever is also conveniently hot. Abby was never HOT to the vast majority. (Dont get me started im a loverthey and Abby is my GIRLRRRRRLLL) she was too strong and "manly" to the gamer gooners. But I've barely seen any hate except that she DOESNT look like that. Make up your minds fr. She has a different strong vibe to her that's easy to read on her groups faces. No one is calling her ugly now or making fun of her manliness or being unrealistic, no one is as mad about her killing Joel they're all mad about her killing PEDRO. I love Pedro too PROTECT THE DOLLS !! YES MA'AM

But I'm not watching for him. I never played the game for Joel. I played because Ellie was a likable and interesting character. And the way she made Joel more of an interesting character. Their relationship and the exploration of trauma and being faced with that with head on. Joel has to face the loss of his daughter and move on by being forced to protect Ellie. And then being traumatized by losing his FIRST daughter made him think he needed to do everything he could to not lose his second daughter. Including killing other people and not giving his daughter free will or autonomy. (I do understand the perspective of him saving ellie it does make sense to save someone you love I would probably do the same thing) I loved the show making Joel just shut up and listen.

He seemed to be once again forced to face his trauma head on. Abby telling him what he did, how many people he killed, WHO he killed, the real lives that he took. You could tell he knew he deserved it. The show is such a great way to expand these characters flesh them out and make them REAL ASF.

I feel like if I was watching this story without ever having played the games I would be ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT. WHATS GONNA HAPPEN. JOEL DIES!!! The last episode of season one really shows that Joel had no care, he didn't reason with anyone, he didn't give anyone a chance. He just killed them all and left with Ellie. Him killing Marlene was so insane to me. He was ruthless. Overtaken by his own grief and trauma. I think if I had watched that without the game I still would've understood Abby and WHY Joel dies and what that will do to the story. Knowing Joel lies to Ellie and you know Eillie knows he's not telling her everything. That really puts it into perspective. Ellie is the main character, the circle or trauma. The domino effect your trauma can have on other people.

This STORY MAN !!!!

[clocainiac]

MORE HEADCANONS! this time for Greaseball and Electra SPECIFICALLY Mykal Rand and Jamie Capewells versions in the UK tour because look at the skrunklys :3 ALSO i use all pronouns for Electra because they are gender fluid, no questions needed. ALSO ALSO although im basing these headcanons on these two, it’s going to be set in modern day because i want to :P

ELECTRA:

- Is extremely into Project SEKAI like that mf will play The Intense Voice Of Hatsune Miku on Expert level like it’s light work (if he does somehow miss a note and not get perfect he throws the fattest tantrum and will chuck the phone while ranting about how it’s rigged to Wrench, thereby forcing her to deconstruct and look through the code of the phone because they do no wrong so it’s the devices fault), definitely mains Emu Otori and will watch all the Wonderlands x Showtime stories without skipping a single sentence.

- LOVES Animal Crossing: New Horizons, his island is literally perfect and she restarted the game 80 times until he got the Cherry trees. She also bullies the ugly islanders off by not talking to them and is obsessed with Nook-mart, talking about Tom Nook, Electra has unfathomable hatred towards him, which is so visceral Electra will have nightmares about him and wake up in a cold sweat. Electra’s favourite thing in animal crossing is to invite the components to his island so they can send silly messages (but they would never admit that!)

- Electra adores touching silk, it hits all the right spots and when it’s really good silky fabric he stims so hard (yes they have autism because I have autism so yes) This bitch has a whole closet of silk robes and pajamas all with diamond encrusted messages or nicknames on the back, because she is a diva encapsulated.

- Very VERY good at the worm, like this lil guy loves to bust it down, they can do the worm, shake their ass like nobody’s business then finish in a split with no sweat at all, and yes, she looks absolutely gorgeous while doing it.

- Will force his components to scratch her, mostly on her back or arms, but if they are feeling really extra they will just put a whole ass leg in the components faces and then clear their throat as if to say ‘why haven’t you started yet?’ His favourite scratches are from Volta because they always have long acrylics that feel like heaven.

- When Electra is really focusing something such as racing, he always has a bit of her tongue poking out, but if anyone tries pointing it out they will gaslight them until they back down because Electra would obviously do no such thing!

- After a very overstimulating day, Electra loves to get in a cuddlepile with his components with those colouring books from Coco Ryo and special glittery markers.

- DEFINITELY a chronic tiktok user, like absolutely obsessed with tiktok shop and would buy the stupidest gadgets that he really doesn’t need, if you can’t tell they are very easily influenced.

GREASEBALL:

- The best shower singer in the world! This man can’t belt for days, and he will even do his own guitar solo. When he gets really into it, Dinah likes to pull the shower curtain back and scare him making him release the most perfect wilhelm scream.

- NOSE PICKER! Greaseball really is disgusting and will pick his nose constantly, not only that but if he’s on the move and can’t get a finger up there he will snot rocket bogeys out like no tomorrow leaving trails on the tracks as his own source of vandalism. When Dinah first caught him doing this she gagged so hard she uncoupled and had to take 20 minutes off the tracks to compose herself while heaving. Dinah will slap him round the back of the head or tug his ear when she catches him now so to protect himself at home he hides his treasures under tables or chairs, anxiously awaiting the day she finds his disgusting collection.

- ALWAYS STINKS OF BISCUITS, because of tanning himself! This lil guy loves self tan and the whole bathroom is full of bottles. He begs Dinah to help him so it doesn’t go patchy, so every saturday night she gets the exfoliating gloves on and helps rub it in head to toe, Greaseball has enough money to get it done professionally but he believes doing it with Dinah helps them bond and he also uses it as an excuse for her to touch him. Sadly, this addiction means all the bedsheets and towels have brown stains on them, which infuriates Dinah but she loves her man too much to make him stop, and she does love that sunkissed glow on him.

- Hairspray Whore, this mf is single-handedly ruining the ozone layer with the amount of hairspray he uses. He can’t stop though which means he has the crunchiest hair, like if you touched a strand it would sound like stepping on a bag of crisps.

- Constantly steals Dinah’s makeup but will vehemently deny it and say his face naturally has bronzer, contoured cheeks and eyeliner!

- Disgustingly addicted to coke floats, literally his favourite drink. If he could he would have a bucket full of coke with a litre of vanilla ice cream, that would be his final meal. When he’s had a long day at work Dinah always has a coke float ready for him and he just collapses into her while also slurping it with a bendy straw because he likes making different shapes with it such as dicks, because he has the mental age of a 5 year old.

- Mains Donkey Kong on Mario Kart and will sulk if someone else chooses him.

- Not a head canon but Dinah GET UP! Why are you punishing yourself with this man 💔💔

[mii-ruby]

first of all, since you are very focused on me making my choices and getting personal using the words 'rich coming from', and by doing that making weak claims in your argument, this is ridiculous.

Is it shocking that I would point out your obvious bias after you accused me of sugarcoating things because of mine? It is suddenly a "weak argument" when directed at you, but perfectly acceptable when you apply it to others? Fascinating logic. In any case, if being called out feels unfair, perhaps it would be wise to not start with personal accusations in the first place.

IF you have points of argument, bring it to the table instead of being attacking personally. I talked about your narrative rather than talking about you and question your choices.

I have already answered most of your points in my other reblog, but you decided to ignore it for some reason.

Anyone can like any character. Did I ask why you like yona?

I didn't question why you loved Soowon either, I merely pointed it out

‎Yes it is. That's not how making an argument works. You need to chose a side in your debate.

I said that Yona was temporarily retreating because she wants to take the dragons to safety and because she got overwhelmed by the situation. What sides are there to take her?

What bothers me here is, after making use of Soowon's character's intellect to get all bordering countries as a Vassal nation, yona will get a ready made store bought state of kingdom to rule. That is if she rules. I would have absolutely loved it  if she had been shown to be involved in these political games in another light. BUt that's my opinion.

So you're basically dissatisfied with the way the dynamic of governance works? Let me tell you something: A ruler that is wise and capable should strive to leave the country stronger for their successor. A competent king does not envy the ease he affords his heir, but does his best so that the next reign can focus on prosperity rather than survival. I don't think you would've minded it if Soowon's heir happened to be his son, your issue is that it's Yona who's inheriting the "fruit of Soowon's work". Even though in reality many of Soowon's achievements would not have been possible without Yona’s own actions. It's ironic that you bring up Xing kingdom as an example. It was certainly not Soowon's "intellect" that secured Kouka such a vital ally, but Yona’s compassion and tireless efforts to bridge the gap between Kouren and Soowon. The same can be said of this final war against Kai, where Soowon himself admits he was saved by the very people he discarded. Only his fans refuse to see this reality.

‎I don't know what is making you happy at your own statement. But let me brief this point in case for you a bit. what yona in her travel did, was no doubt an act of kindness. But it didnt even scratch the real cause of situations at the surface. sei and water tribe arc was best IMO. Im saying state level taken by government to resolve an issue even IRL is way massive and different than an activist/ NGO doing it by so many ways. We were just not shown the effects of Soowon's actions taken for the country because the story us being told from yona's narrative. It will accentuate and highlight her action and their reactions.

Once again you're making it into a competition between Yona and Soowon. I merely stated that it was normal for people to be grateful to Yona for her direct help. Even irl activists tend to be more popular with the people than actual governors, precisely because they are seen personally engaging with communities and addressing their needs face to face. Their actions are immediate and visible, whereas the work of a ruler (implementing reforms and setting long term policies) often takes time to bear fruit and is not always perceptible at the individual level. It is only natural that people more readily recognize and respond to what they can directly witness.

‎I literally *rolled my eyes* here at the childishness. You added that emoji like you made a really good point or did a prank and is happy about it all on your own.Sure i guess whatever makes you happy.

After reading your different replies and seeing how you "blah" me and call my posts April fool jokes, I thought I'd step to your level and see. Are you dissatisfied?

Yona did nothing wrong (chapter 267)

Given that we're getting the next chapter soon, I wanted to comment on this matter a last time. Akatsuki no Yona is not a fatalistic story. It showed us that things could be changed to the better through hard work. That's why, this story will never promote the idea that one should surrender to their abusers and accept their fate for the greater good. Because yes, the dragon gods are abusers: they're akin to the toxic controlling partner (or parent) who gaslights you and claims to know what's better for you, who claims their unreasonable behaviour is justified in the name of love, that it is your fault for not appreciating it, and that everything bad that happens, will be because you didn't listen to them.

Neither Yona nor Hiryuu are selfish, foolish or evil for seeking to escape a toxic environment. It is never the victim's fault for rejecting their abuser. And whatever natural disasters befall the innocent people in Kouka will be because the gods chose to unlish destruction with their own hands, not because Yona refused to yield to their suffocating love and oppression.

In fact, Yona's defiance isn't only morally justified, but also logically sound for several reasons:

1- the gods have proven themselves to be untrustworthy, by attempting to kill the very people they promised to turn human and send back to earth, leading to their current descent to madness from repetitive contract breaking. If Yona had trusted them and they later went back on their word, she'd be called dumb and naïve instead.

2- The contracts they're imposing are one sided and self serving. A contract should allow both parties to put their own terms and conditions, yet Yona is denied this right. They're desperate to regain their strength, and once that happens nothing will stop them from breaking a contract or two. Ooryuu confirms that they'll keep imposing increasingly absurd conditions, but Yona is expected to comply with these absurdities?

3- The gods had already started withdrawing their "devine protection" the moment Yona entered the chalice. They were already planning to abandon humanity all together. Their protection of humans so far was only linked to Yona's well-being, that's why, if anything, Yona returning to earth would actually coerce them into maintaining their devine protection out of fear for her safety.

4- by returning to earth, Yona isn't severing all ties with the gods. She can go back to heaven and negotiate a contract whenever she wants thanks to the chalice and a drop of her own blood. Far from "abandoning" her people to certain death, she's giving herself the opportunity to assess the situation firsthand. Is this "devine protection" really necessary? Would its absence really affect the country in an irreversible way? Can't the people actually work through this crisis hand in hand and overcome it? After all, nothing guarantees the images shown by the gods are real, or much absolute. Yona has already defied fate: saving Hak from Zeno's attack, and seeking out the dragon worriers to prevent his death, proving that nothing is set in stone, and that you can change the future through analysing the current situation to decide on the best course of action

5- Kouka isn't facing "immediate" destruction. The sun didn't disappear, it merely got veiled by clouds, much like in winter. People are able to walk down the streets without using torches or candles. While Photosynthesis may decrease, crops will not wither overnight. Kouka also ought to have its own food reserves for similar crises. It also now posses several vassal states that could help providing food and housing for the most affected areas.  This leaves enough time to evaluate the situation and decide on the best conduct to adopt

6- The fundamental problem remains that the gods are apathetic to humans. They're unable to relate to them, and often minimise their suffering. Yona's return to heavens won't be more than a fleeting remedy to a lasting problem. As the protagonist of the story and Hiryuu's reincarnation, Yona ought to treat the problem at its root and find a way to bridge the gap between gods and humans, eventually making a contract that cannot be broken. Can this be achieved through surrendering yourself to vicious fickle beings? What was Akatsuki no Yona about all along? Was it a story praising self sacrifice and martyrdom as the absolute form of strength, selflessness and generosity? Or was it a story about struggling through the mud, relying on your actions, efforts and choices to shape your outcome? About challenging injustice, resisting fate and finding alternative paths? Which of these best describe Yona's actions in this chapter? Think about it, and find your answer.

[wishchip106]

i’m looking at those certain tiktok xmen fans

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.04

How 'bout that friend of yours? You save his life? You lost him, didn't you, Red?

[stberggren]

     if he was less distracted by emil, tom would surely be consuming this meal more ravenously. having not had a meal like this in a long while definitely kicks in that instinct. tom is not sure whether or not he should consider it convenient that he is not as concerned about his appetite as he is concerned about watching the man next to him. he neglects his hungers and it does fill him with a nagging sense of never being satiated. 

     “you don’t have a kitchen?” tom muses. judging by the way emil tells him he has not cooked for weeks it sounds like it hasn’t been a voluntary break and, much without thinking it through, he is telling him, “you are welcome to mine whenever you need.” he can’t tell whether it makes him sound greedy or generous  - or if it somehow reeks with desperation. he swallows a bite of his food to keep himself from adding anything more to that and making it worse. 

     there is slight, but notable shift in his tone. tom is not exactly startled by it, but it does make him sit a little more alert. tom gives his silent nod of a approval, signaling him to go ahead with an evidently curious expression settling on his face. a small, quizzing smile. he wonders why this conversation hasn’t come sooner and how they have so elegantly brushed past the particularities of emil’s being here. and past the oddness of him. tom does not really have an answer to his question. he doesn’t understand why he has never felt urge to question the validity of his story. premonition? shared madness? something or other about it being jarringly obvious that he does not belong here?

     tom takes a moment to think before he answers, trying to say something more than i don’t know. eventually he reaches over and carefully caresses the side of his face, “i’m not sure there is a straightforward answer to that. i suppose i am inclined to believe in things that many people aren’t and, in that way, maybe you are just lucky that, out of anyone, you met me.” his thumb runs along his cheekbone and then he lets the hand fall back down, putting it on his knee. he leans forward, “besides you haven’t given me much time to think about it. even if you are simply mad, which i don’t believe, i rather like it.”

that feather light brush of tom's fingers is like a whole new spark into his veins. it takes some restraint not to turn around and just grab at him again. so, despite the ease with which he has taken up space in this home, emil finds himself a little relieved at the prospect of a little alcohol in his system. it has at times been a little bit of a crutch in his life, one he rarely acknowledges. but this isn't different. he isn't drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a bottle. he is only sharing a drink with...well, tom isn't quite a friend is he? they teeter on the edge of something far more complicated and deeper than that. but either way, to drink in good company, take the edge of a little, that has never hurt anyone before has it?

emil mumbles a thanks before he grasps his own glass, eyes fixed upon tom when he lifts it to his lips, just watching him for a moment. he manages not to make a face at the dryness of it. it's definitely cheap. but it will do the job and with some good food on his tongue any wine can be elevated. he provides himself that comfort quite eagerly, dipping one of the dumplings into the lingonberry sauce on his place before he tears into it.

❝ haven't cooked anything in weeks, ❞ he mumbles between bites. it feels like stepping back into a piece of himself. his eyes flicker up again, resting on the other man before him. even just sitting across from him feels like torture. somehow both too far away and yet too close, within reaching distance. he is certain the only thing that will keep his restraint in check would be finding a safe topic of conversation, but his mind slips of anything surface level, anything easy.

instead, he sits back in his seat, lifting his glass of wine to his lips only to pause halfway there. ❝ can i ask you something? ❞ he tilts his head, slight furrow in his brow as genuine curiousity crosses his features. ❝ why did you believe me? about where i came from. ❞ or 'when' he supposes but he can't bring himself to say it. sounds too much like a corny line from some old television show or a three star, half-baked science fiction novel.

[shblackwoodart]

have some arthur wips. as a treat.

[prosypepper]

“satoru,” you yawn, “come back to bed please.”

you’re staring at him in the entryway of the living area, taking in his lanky form in his chair with tired eyes. satoru’s blindfold is discarded on the coffee table, eyes glowing enough for you to see the bags sitting heavily under his eyelids.

“i’m not tired,” he states simply, eyes flittering up to you for only a second. it’s written all over satoru’s face that he is in fact tired—no, exhausted, but for some reason, he just won’t sleep.

you sigh, deeply. your body aches with tiredness of your own, screaming at you to go back to sleep because you have to be up in a few hours. instead, you just walk over to him, slippers dragging along the floor with you. it doesn’t take you long to climb into his lap, laying horizontally over him and curling up into a ball right there, his arms coming to hold you closer to him.

before you can even hope of helping him fall asleep, you’re knocked out in his arms, chest rising and falling so calmly even satoru feels jealous. but he does not blame you. satoru simply looks at you, then back up, then back down, over and over.

no, he’d never tell you why he was like this. watching over your sleeping form just makes him all the more protective, makes him feel like he needs to be awake to watch his surroundings. just in case anyone tried anything.

he knows they wouldn’t dare, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

everyone else in the world felt differently, but to satoru, you were the only thing that mattered. the only thing he had left in this cruel, mean world. you were the only reason satoru breathed.

so, yes, he would endure as many sleepless nights as it took to keep you safe. his own health did not come first, you did. all you needed to know was he had his reasons for spreading himself so thin.

you were simply his world. his love.

and satoru would be damned if anyone was going to take that away.

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Work Colleague

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Your colleague forms a new crush on you once you tell him you like his special coffee and now he won’t stop giving you more. He’ll give you everything

Yandere!Work Colleague tries to act normal but is way too shy to ask out his office crush. He’s seen them around the office, always looking so confident. But he can never get up the nerve to talk to them, ask them out. Even when working on a project with them, the most he’ll say is, “Here’s y-your tea— your coffee, I mean!” And hand it to them before scurrying off. Of course making sure to put his ‘special cream’ into the drink beforehand.

But only now as he heads back to the tray of drinks, his brows furrow, not seeing your drink in the tray. He swore he had just moved it a second ago. His face drops as he realizes there must’ve been a mix-up. He whirls around only to watch in horror as you drink the coffee with his personal ingredient in it.

He swears he’s not breathing as you take a few long gulps. He hopes to every God there is that you won’t notice anything off about it. Sweat dots at his brow as you place the coffee down and lick your lips in a way that curiously has his cock twitching.

“Hmm. This is better than usual, thanks,” you comment, so casually, as if you hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down.

Everything was different now, he saw everything in a new and shiny bright light. And all those lights always came back to you. His whole world now revolving around you. The way you talked to him so effortlessly, smiled at him, acknowledged him. He’d never experienced anything like it before. Not from his old office crush or anyone. You were… special.

Since that day he’s been chasing after you like a dog with a bone. Always offering to carry your stacks of paperwork from meetings to your desk. He makes sure to linger so that everyone in the office will gossip and wonder if you two are together. If he’s asked he’ll say yes, if only to live in the possibility that one day you will be.

He does everything he can for you during group assignments. Getting done work you might’ve not gotten too. You were tired and you needed your sleep. And he just so happened to glance at your computer as you were signing in one day. So signing in himself to get some work done for you was simply just a kind thing to do from one colleague to another. Of course he’d never do it for anyone else besides you. No matter how much his coworkers complained about all he does for you around the office.

Most of all though, he still always makes sure to bring you your morning coffee every day. The way your face lights up at the sight of him with the cup, your smiles and happiness just for him. No one else would dare, they know by now you’re basically his. Besides… no one else can make it like him. You’ve said so yourself.

He makes sure every morning to prepare his special ingredient with extra care. Images of you flashing across his mind as he slowly pumps his cock. Imagining how you’d look all pretty and split open on his length. How you’d call out his name and ask why he didn’t do this sooner. Squeezing his cock and pretending it’s you milking him for all your worth.

When he finally cums straight into your coffee he fantasizes it’s his thick ropes of cum shooting straight into your womb. A low raspy groan rips from his throat, his hips jerking as he just keeps coming to the thought of you. The coffee is nearly overflowing by the time he’s done.

He knows you’ll be grateful for the extra bit of drink, your lips pulled into a bright smile. He wonders how bright it would look wrapped around his length and he shudders as he hands it to you.

If he didn’t have to get to his desk, he’d watch you drink every last drop of it. Relishing in the fact that for now, at least, he’s inside of you in one way. Knowing soon he’ll be inside you in every way humanly possible.

But for now he’s content to simply bring you your coffee every morning and anything else you need handled. He’ll gladly take care of you in any way possible. Someday he’ll take care of you in every way. And nobody will be able to stop him.

[cosmictheo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | kang dae-ho

—summary: a sudden closeness of you and player 333 makes dae-ho's usually sweet mood swing in the opposite way, triggered by pure jealousy. why would you ever need anyone else when you've got him right there? —pairing: kang dae-ho/player 388 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —contains: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, really passionate sex, voyeurism, public sex, sub dae-ho!!! (canon), slight praise kink if you squint, he talks to you through it, jealous and possessive behavior, fluff, dae-ho being so in love with the reader.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

Kang Dae-ho had been protecting you ever since he had helped you survive Green Light, Red Light, the first game of all this hell in disguise as a promising new opportunity.

Not knowing you from absolutely nothing, he stepped right in front of you, stretching a hand out to the back to hold yours and guide you across the arena, playing human shield until together, you had crossed the finish line. 

And that basically summed up the kind of person Dae-ho is; kind-hearted, courageous, selfless, caring. He was one of the best people you had ever met and he was making this whole calvary into something much better, something brighter, something to keep fighting for until you made it out of there.

Since that, he had stuck by your side, practically standing as your own shadow, constantly putting you first, looking out for your well-being and safety. Without him, you would probably be dead by now, devoid of purpose.

The other players had already gotten used to seeing the two of you together, always watching each other's backs and fooling around and strategizing. Through thick and thin, you were together.

It was only a matter of time —hours—; before something else began to spark between the two of you, growing every time your hands brushed, or when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders or when your bodies cocooned in each other's warmth at night when you slept. A tension was just starting to build, an emotion that for some reason, would always make Dae-ho nervous and flustered, whenever you'd smile at him or clasp his bicep to be by his side every time Gi-hun related a story from his past experience at the games, or when you'd lean your head on his shoulder or when you'd hug each other every time a game ended.

Whatever it was, out of the same feeling, Dae-ho sensed a heaviness in the pit of his stomach, feeling as if his guts were constricting like a viper, every time you chatted with the 333 player.

He looks at you from the distance, frowning slightly as you laugh at something the guy says, he doesn't even know why he dislikes him so much... he just does.

“Why are you all puckered up?” Jung-bae questions him, pausing his own story to express concern for his teammate's face, following his gaze until he finds you, naturally.

Dae-ho clicks his tongue, shaking his head gently, his tone of voice fluctuating between disbelief and annoyance, "Why is she even over there? It's dangerous"

“Dangerous? Buddy, she's just talking to him. He saved her in the last game, remember?” Jung-bae answers him, confused by the uncharacteristic grumpy attitude of the younger man, used to the sight of him being so cheerful and jovial and optimistic.

“If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be here,” Young-il adds, also glancing at how you whisper with player 333, “She's just being polite.”

But Dae-ho huffs humorlessly, forcing his eyes to drag from you to Jung-bae standing in front of him, his fingers still grasping his fork tightly, not really feeling like eating lunch today, “Bullshit, I would've saved her anyway. She didn't need him.”

Gi-hun rolls his eyes, sitting by his side as he quietly observes the whole scene, chewing a mouthful of rice, “You're just jealous, man, admit it,” he pronounces with his mouth half full, eyes attentively scanning Dae-ho's reaction.

The whole group of men laugh upon seeing Dae-ho's face morph to one of embarrassment and some offense, cheeks blushing furiously at Gi-hun's fake allegation.

“I'm n-not jealous” he tries to defend himself with a stuttering voice, looking frantically around the amused faces of the men around him, his fingers letting his fork drop by his twitching and nervous state, attracting the attention of a few players who were nearby, including yours, which only makes Dae-ho to blush even redder.

Jung-bae smiles playfully, picking up the fork that had fallen to the ground, “And you're being overdramatic.”

“I am not!” Dae-ho squeals, his brow furrowing as he stands up and yanks the fork out of Jung-bae's hand. As the whole group laughs at him, his eyes again search for you in the crowd, finding you in record time, and his whole face darkens again as he notices the way your hand is resting down the player 333's forearm, like you would usually do with him.

He sighs heavily and for the first time, he seriously considers the words of the older men.

Time passes unnoticed within that place, hours perhaps, days? No one really knows.

But the warning that the lights go out in thirty minutes usually means that you should lie down and rest for the next event that the monsters who created this have planned for you all.

The first thing you notice when you arrive at the bed you share with Dae-ho, is that he is lying on his side with his back to you, which concerns you a little, since he never had his back to you when he would sleep.

Something is off.

“Dae-ho?” you call out his name in a gentle whisper, sitting down on the bunk and looking across the broadness of his back with worried eyes, “Are you okay?”

No response.

“Hey,” you try again gently, thinking that maybe he's not exactly having a good day, considering the current situation you're stuck in.

Dae-ho is feeling his chest heaving as he senses your hand laying on his shoulder, fingers delicately squeezing his flesh beneath the tracksuit jacket. 

And suddenly, he's cracking up.

“I'm trying to sleep” and yet, he replies to you curtly, without showing even the slightest sign of rolling over and wanting to actually look at you.

You admire his back with unconvinced eyes for a moment, lying down on the bed and resting your head on the pillow, your hand moving from his shoulder, down his back, across his shoulder blades, before dropping to the surface of the bed.

“You sound off.”

Dae-ho considers his options; whether to just keep talking to you in that oh-so-ungentlemanly way —which made him physically cringe—; whether to express everything he was feeling or just stay quiet and pretend to sleep.

In any case, he acts on impulse, rolling over so he can finally look at you, his eyes softening the instant they meet yours, his heart beating hard and fast, pounding in his ears.

“It's not good for you to associate with players outside our group,” he suddenly blurts out and sees how you just stare at him with further confusion washing over your pretty face, “It could be dangerous.”

“What do you mean?” you inquire, silently urging him to elaborate on his point. You are quick to notice how deadly serious his face is, his lips lightly pursed and his eyes solemn, a look that is unusual on him. You don't like to see him like that, like everyone there usually acted.

“Player 333,” he replies, jaw clenched, his eyes following you as you sat up again on the bed, looking down at him in sheer confusion, as if somehow, you aren't recognizing him, “I saw the way he was looking at you.”

He sounds... hurt? Disappointed?

“Lee Myung-gi” your face turns enlightened, finally understanding what he's referring to now.

Dae-ho deflects his gaze away from yours, slightly rolling his eyes. Whatever that idiot's name was...

“I was just talking to him. He saved me in the last game, Dae-ho,” you explain in an overly naive tone, a little smile curving the corner of your lips, “I went to thank him”

“But I am the one doing that, that's why I'm here. You didn't need him, you have me,” he retorts back to you instantly, your name being pronounced by his lips like a plea for mercy, gesturing to himself with his hand for emphasis on his words. Your brow furrows at the same time as his, your lips turning into a small pout, feeling like a scolded child, “I was going to save you anyway! You only need me, no one else...”

His voice fades the more he speaks, shaky hand brushing through his loose hair. And now you notice it, the betrayed and hurt expression on his face, his eyes hiding something more than friendliness, something much deeper and bigger.

He is jealous.

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?” you are questioning him, getting more comfortable on the mattress, your voice keeping low so as not to wake the others, but also firm on your side of the little argument. You had done nothing wrong, “He was just being a good companion—”

“He didn't seem to be performing the good companion role,” Dae-ho interrupts you, spitting out the words as if they were venomous, rising himself up to also sit on the bed and face you, gesticulating with his hands, his tone of voice is fueled by sarcasm and subtle irony now, “I didn't like the way he was looking at you... neither how you were touching him with your hand.”

He crosses his arms and resembles a sulky kid who's had his favorite toy taken away, but you're too pissed off to pause and laugh at him.

Instead, you roll your eyes, starting to unbutton your jacket, feeling too hot all of a sudden, Dae-ho's eyes follow your fingers as they pull down the zipper, “You're being overdramatic.”

"I'm not!" he gasps-whispers, expression offended, he genuinely does seem to be feeling betrayed by what you had done. He leans close to you, so close that you feel the natural warmth of his body, but you stand your ground, looking at him with baffled eyes, his gaze remains soft yet aching, “I'm just looking out for you.”

“You'd rather I touch your arm then?” you raise an eyebrow on your forehead, dropping the jacket by the bottom of the bed, holding his gaze, “Is that what this is all about?”

The effect of your words in instantaneous on Dae-ho, blushing and causing him to pull away from you rather abruptly, brushing his hand through his hair again like a maniac.

“Yes,” he replies with certainty, the word barging into his throat before he could even think of a reasonable response, so he shakes his head slightly, “I mean no— I mean yes—” he cuts himself off, flustered by your attentive gaze, “—that's not the point! The point is that you don't need to go to anyone else when you have me right here.”

He gulps hard, eagerly waiting for your reaction through desperate, sheepish eyes.

“I know,” you whisper, letting out a soft sigh from your mouth, switching to a more empathetic postur. Then you nod your head and stretch out a hand towards him, who wastes no second in reaching out to take it and pull it close to his chest, nuzzling your knuckles with his thumb, “But he just dragged me with him, I couldn't do much,” you offer him a small apologetic smile, “I know you would have saved me anyway, Dae-ho.”

“Of course,” he murmurs your name, bringing your hand to his mouth to press his lips onto your knucles, kissing your smooth skin, “You're not alone, you're with me. You are everything...”

Without saying anything, you move closer to him and hug him. Dae-ho is more than happy to reciprocate your embrace, wrapping his beefy arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck, breathing in your sweet and comforting scent, the scent he so adores. You feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your neck and a shiver runs through you from head to toe.

One of your hands goes up to his head, caressing his hair, fingers sinking into his dark long locks, the soothing and so intimate touch making him sigh.

“You're jealous,” you murmur after a moment of comfortable, heart-warming silence, and he stiffens, his body freezing, you can feel the way his muscles tense against yours.

Dae-ho pulls away from you just a little, far enough to be able to look at you, offering you a sheepish little smile, his cheeks blushing from all the attention and touch and closeness, the way you're talking and looking at him has him breathless.

“Maybe a little,” his expression shifts to one of shame as he dares to confess, valiantly enough to hold your gaze, letting himself fall into the gentleness of your eyes, always so lively and playful, but as beautiful and sparkling as a pair of gemstones, with your long lashes brushing your cheekbones every time you blink.

His hands gently squeeze your waist, contouring your curves and fitting into them perfectly, as if crafted for him to touch and hold.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweets,” you assure him, like a promise, a complicity, leaning into him again.

Dae-ho swallows loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels your beautiful soft lips press down onto his throat, kissing his bouncing Adam's apple. He can feel himself in heaven, letting himself be swept up by the way you are treating him, the way your hands run down his body, passing down his chest until they stop at his midsection, just at the moment your tongue traces across his skin, making him hiss, feeling all the air being knocked out of his lungs.

“Fuck— ngh,” he whimpers, his whole body aching with heat, his heart pumping hot blood into his crotch, heartbeats matching up with each of your wet kisses on his neck.

His big hands wander over your waist, lightly caressing your lower back, fingers barely grazing the curve of your ass above the fabric of your tracksuit pants, clasping the flesh, pressing you helplessly against his body. His touch is needy, but nonetheless respectful, as gentlemanly as ever.

“Is this okay?” comically enough he's the one to ask as your mouth reaches his chin by a wet trail of soft kisses through his skin and he almost feels himself cumming into his boxers by the way you open your eyes to look up at him, pupils dilated in pleasure.

You sigh out a soft chuckle and your breath crashes against his half-open lips, needily breathing in your air, breathing you in. Your fingers fiddle with the edge of his jacket.

“You want this?”

It's stupid that you even had the mere thought of that question.

“Yes, please, baby— please,” Dae-ho rushes to answer, hands squeezing everything they could grab from you, desperately, “Can I kiss yo—”

Before he managed to formulate the question your lips are on his and from one second to the next he pulls you close to sit on his lap, making you feel his erection press against the underside of your thigh.

Frantically, between kisses, tongues recognizing each other and hands grasping what they can of the other, he helps you to remove his shirt, breaking away for just a moment to pull it over his head, looking at you with eyes darkened with desire.

He groans against your mouth as you kiss again, your teeth nibbling gently on his bottom lip.

“Shh...” you coo against his lips, pushing him down to make his back lay against the bed, “You don't want the others to hear, do you?”

A playful smile stretches at the corner of his lips, squeezing your butt once you leaned over him to begin kissing his chest, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, feeling the way your back arches.

“I wouldn't mind if 333 listens—”

“Dae-ho,” you name him disapprovingly, but your eyes are heavy with playfulness and longing.

He gazes adoringly up as you take off your shirt, eyes roaming down your neck, across your chest, down your stomach.

“You're so pretty, fuck— come here,” he tugs you closer to him to kiss you one more time, his hands detaching from your hips to lift his own, pulling down his pants and his now, wrecked boxers, clumsily sliding the waistband of the cloth down his thighs.

His dick springs free and it has you open-mouthed, staring down at it with eyes of raw longing and adoration. His mushroom-shaped, leaking, needy head bumps barely against his lower abdomen, lining up with his happy trail.

Dae-ho blushes under your gaze, one of his hands caresses your hip to attract your attention back to his face.

“Can you handle it, baby?” his tone of voice lowers sheepishly.

Your cunt pulsates around nothing from his words only and in less than ten seconds, you're stripping off your pants too, pulling your soaking wet panties aside. He can actually feel how wet you are when your pussy barely brushes against his bare crotch, he has to resist to keep from cumming right there.

“I can— fuck, yeah— I can handle it,” you babble tremblingly through gentle gasps as he reaches his cock, stroking it three times before he aligns it with your inviting hole, rubbing it slowly up and down your slit to scoop up all of your wetness, and use it as a natural lube.

Dae-ho bites down on his lower lip to muffle a moan that ascends his throat, feeling the head of his cock push up into the tight entrance of your pussy, plunging between your slick folds.

He leans his forehead flat against your chest, nestling right between your breasts, his whole body trembling from a riot of pleasure, muffling his moans and noises against your skin.

“Shit, y-you're— h-hah— you're so wet,” he raspes out into your bare skin, his lips slurring insults and name-calling you like a prayer, a poem through your sweaty skin, his tongue rolls out from between his parted lips, coating your skin with his drool. 

His hands are roaming over your hips, each digit digging into the fat of your ass, never applying weight, giving you all the time you needed to settle onto his size, yet his voice was desperate and eager with anticipation, “So tight— so pretty.”

Your lips are pressed against the crown of his head, breathing shakily as you begin to lower yourself into him achingly slow, drawing a gasp from both of you. Your palms squeeze his broad shoulders, suppressing the urge to cry out with every inch he is pushing his way inside you, your pussy fluttering and squishing him deeper.

“Yeah, just like that, that's it,” Dae-ho is praising you, pressing sloppy kisses all over your tits, fingers caressing your lower back while his other hand pats your ass appraisingly, “just a little more, baby, a little m-more and I'm all yours— I'm yours.”

His words really touch your very core, hand sliding up his neck to sink into his hair and pull it, making him hiss as he licks your nipple. Your pussy swallows another inch of him and you feel him in your fucking guts by now. He feels your squishy walls clench around him like a vice and he refuses to even think about the possibility of a life without feeling like this again.

“Dae-ho,” you whimper his name as the bulging tip of his cock reaches a particular spongy spot and instantly your whole body reacts as well.

“Mh-hm,” his lips lick and kiss your collarbone all the way up your neck and then he kisses your lips, “I'm here. I got you, I always got you,” his eyes finally lock with yours again and you nearly feel every single muscle and organ in your abdomen twitch when you notice tears being held back in them, all from the flood of pleasure and bliss your body is giving him.

He can feel himself in heaven, beneath you, his hips grinding up into yours as his cock is plunged so deep inside you.

Dae-ho kisses you again, intoxicated, a thread of spit remains connecting your mouths once you part.

A few more long seconds and you're all the way down sitting on him, his heavy, throbbing balls pressed flush against your ass. Your pussy envelops him thoroughly, molding into his shape as you breathe a deep sigh and Dae-ho breathes out as well when your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“There you are, my baby, you're doing s-so good,” he croaks, fondling your backside affectionately, feeling your dampness dripping down his thighs, “Holy shit you feel good... I'm so deep—”

And when you start to move on top of him, he has to close his eyes, his sweaty palms pawing your ass, hopeless for your mercy. 

But you have no mercy, your pussy, your thighs, your fucking hips, the way you look down at him and ride him, giving him whiplash with every bounce. And he can swear he knows you from another life, from the way his cock forms a shape inside you, reaching parts within you that no one else has been capable of reaching before, as if your body was made for him— no, as if he was made to fit your body.

“My God—” he hiccups and you press your forehead against his, seeking his lips with yours to silence you both, pushing him down until he's lying flat on the mattress.

The bunk just barely creaks beneath the relentless sway of your hips slamming into his, ass bumping hard down on his thighs, taking him all the way down and up again, so deep that every time you bottom out you feel him in your fucking throat.

“You feel so good, baby,” you whine, looking down at him and all of his body is reacting to the petname.

You take in the gorgeous sight that is his face flushed with utter pleasure, eyes squinting, sweaty arms wrapping all around you and holding you impossibly close, his lower belly tensed and cramped.

He looks so pussy drunk, drinking and drinking in your body and essence, everything you provide. The tought makes you feel your insides flip, squeezing into a knot. And Dae-ho feels it too.

You bend down, lips falling onto his shoulder, trailing down to the tattoo on his side and when your tongue traces the black ink, exactly when his engorged tip brushes against your fucking cervix and your ass does a particularly powerful bounce on his thick thighs, he starts to feel his body twitching, reaching that exquisite release. He begins to cum, wracked by a rush of erotic bliss that has him seeing stars in the pitch-black.

His hips begin to meet yours in mid-between your wild bouncing and your pussy squelches around his cock, ready to take in all he has to give.

“I'm cumming— hah— b-baby, where—” he babbles through breathy hiccups and whimpers, his body is flushing, seeking your gaze with half-closed eyes, his chest gasping fast.

You kiss his tattoo one more time before answering him, having the nerve to smirk, as if you aren't jumping his bones, “Inside— mhm— fill me up, Dae-ho,” your eyes finally meet his and you squish his biceps, “please,” you beg him, with tears on your eyes.

“Holy shit— you don't have to convince me, love” he growls out hoarsely, and you have never hear him insult so much in such a short span of time. He kiss the corner of your lips messily, “I'm so fucking deep, you take it so well, baby— fuck.”

He chokes on his own voice and squeezes your hips until his palms are molded into your flesh. His tip touches that special squishy spot inside you again and you're cumming with him, both of you riding your own high, sinking into each other's bodies, souls becoming one. Straight into the core of the storm of pleasure.

His trembling fingers eventually loosen his grip on your ass, but his imprint stays right there, flushed. His cock softens deep inside you and you can feel it still spurting hot ropes up into your womb. Dae-ho whimpers flush against your mouth, gasping for breath. And you know you might as well die right there, tangled with his body.

Your head is empty, blurry with him and only him, your hips keep rolling on their own motion, slower. Your pussy squelches, full of him, the friction only makes him chant your name over and over in raspy whispers, like a hymn. Your orgasm is rough and strong, rocking your body like an earthquake. It makes you moan his name and he cuts you off, kissing you senselessly.

“Thank you, thank you...” he mumbles repeatedly against your mouth, hissing once you stop all movement on top of him. And he kisses you again, appreciatively, lovingly.

Dae-ho throws his head back on the bunk, trying to catch his breath, his hands drop to your thighs, always with a possessive hold, groping around for your ass, pressed down on his trembling thighs.

And it's ridiculous how absolutely majestic he looks there under you, in an afterglow that has him breathless, eyes narrowed and lost stare, gazing upwards as if he's suspended in paradise. His entire abdomen is sweaty and you hold back the urge to run your tongue across his cute little tummy, since your body is slowly beginning to give in to exhaustion, your legs wobbling.

You are satisfied with tracing your fingers along his sweaty skin, touching what were strong muscles, now softened under your thumbprints. Your hand makes an appreciative path up his pecs and he comes back to reality with the touch, looking up at you and patting your ass lightly, his gaze softening as he met your eyes amidst the darkness. The look of love.

“Don't do that, I'm about to get hard again,” he murmurs in a playful voice, a little sheepish smile growing on his lips. He is blushing, like he's not balls deep inside you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and trickling down your thighs.

You let out a sleepy chuckle, leaning down and snuggling close into his chest, his arms wrap around your shoulders and he tugs a blanket over the two of you.

“I had to take you on a date first,” Dae-ho blurts out suddenly, sounding more like he's talking to himself than to you, but you do manage to hear him, yet not really understanding what he's trying to say.

“What?” you ask curiously, still a little dizzy, fingers tracing light caresses on his chest, right where his heart is.

He clears his voice, bowing his chin so he can look down at you, gaze full pure love and adoration, his fingertips soothingly caressing your spine as he answers you in a hushed whisper, “I was supposed to take you on a date before.... all of this.”

You smile bashfully against his chest, looking up at him with big, soft eyes, “Well, we're not exactly in a position where having a date is doable, Dae-ho.”

But he is confident on the subject, fingers drawing little circles on the small of your back, “After we get out of this, I'll pick you up at your house and take you to the fanciest restaurant.”

You kiss him tenderly. 

And he smiles like he's actually in love.

“I'll be waiting for you in my best dress, then.”

[marlynnofmany]

In the interest of not derailing this already-long-and-awesome thread, here are some more details! (Paging @sparrows-corner and any other interested parties.)

So in my first semester of college, I took an Intro to Psychology class. I didn't expect anything special; it was just one of those general education courses that everybody was supposed to take at some point. But it turned out amazing.

What the general public didn't know at that point was someone in the college administration had screwed up and forgotten to assign a teacher to this class. Until a week before class. When several students emailed to ask why that detail was missing in the online listing.

The administration panicked, scrambled for someone-anyone-omg-who-can-drop-everything-and-teach-this-class. They called recently-graduated owners of Masters Degrees in teaching.

They found Sandy.

She was qualified and available, and much older than the average recent grad, with the confidence to go with it. This was still a daunting task, though, and she agreed on one condition: that she team-teach the class with a friend of hers who was still working on finishing his degree.

Having no other choice and seeing no real problem with this, the administration agreed. And thus was born the most glorious educational comedy act in my entire academic career. The two of them were a delight. They knew all the stuff they needed to teach, and they knew a great deal more, and they delivered lectures in a way that had everyone paying eager attention. It was great.

This friend, by the way, was awesome in his own right. While Sandy was a curly-haired white lady around middle age, Wayne was a black guy who (1) dressed in impeccable suits and (2) had cerebral palsy.

I think a lot of 18-year-old minds were quietly enlightened about a few things just from watching these two banter back and forth, one with joints more wobbly than the other. Wayne told a memorable anecdote at one point about stopping by a grocery store in sweat pants instead of his usual classy wear. The cashier asked some gentle question about what he spent his time on, assuming that he had some sort of carer following him around. The expression on her face when he told her that he taught college was one I'll never forget, and I didn't even see it.

Anyways, at the end of this semester, the two teachers asked a few of us smart kids if we wanted to be TAs (teaching assistants) for the next semester. Since most of us had already become friends during the make-a-group-and-discuss-things portions of the class, this sounded like a party that would look good on our records later. And it really was.

I TA'd for that class a few times in a row, with my buddies and the two very cool teachers. We met up outside of class for holiday parties and everything.

And, since this was during the time the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first coming out in theaters, we all dressed up in costume and went to an early screening together.

Wayne drove. His handicap placard meant we got to park at the front, which was pretty awesome.

Now, I'd met people before who knew more LotR lore than I did, but they all paled in comparison to Sandy. As I said in the notes on that other post, she shared some stories of her youth with us. When she was fourteen, she ran away to join a hippie commune. She already knew fluent elvish, and she used that to help the commune's drug-runners stay out of the clutches of the cops, by translating their drug notes into a language the cops couldn't read. With a start like that, it was unsurprising that she still knew elvish now, along with all sorts of fascinating deep lore.

She had a limited edition book that looked shockingly expensive. She made beeswax candles for all the TAs as holiday gifts, with our names written on them in elvish. I still have mine somewhere.

I haven't heard from any of these lovely people in a long time, since college moves on and so does life, but I will treasure those memories forever. I hope Sandy and Wayne and the others are doing well. They deserve the best.

[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)

✧･ﾟ𝓖. 𝓢 ✧･ﾟ

Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.

But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.

“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.

You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.

He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”

And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.

Or two.

Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.

Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.

“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.

“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”

✧･ﾟ𝓒.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.

And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.

Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.

“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.

Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.

Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.

“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.

“Just..one more, baby,”

✧･ﾟ𝓝.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.

But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.

What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.

“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.

His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.

Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.

“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.

“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”

You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.

Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.

✧･ﾟ𝓣.𝓕✧･ﾟ

Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.

Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.

“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.

“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.

“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.

Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.

He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.

“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.

“Good girl,”