#you ask I deliver

[batmilkzz]

REIJI SAKAMAKI CHARACTER STUDY

Body

• He is a tall, fit man. You wouldn’t expect him to be so toned, under all those clothes, but he actually has marked muscles

• His body is very angular. There is not a single round edge on him, everything looks sharp

• His legs and arms are stupidly long. His fingers are skinny and long too, and his hands move always so quickly that it makes them look like spiders

• He is one of the palest among his brothers (if not the palest). His skin has a bluesh hue, and you can clearly see his veins under the skin.

Face

• He has a long face with very defined cheekbones

• His lips are thin, and when he smiles they acquire a crooked shape… so a grin from Reiji, rather than sweet, seems more like a threat

• His nose is big and pointy

• His eyes are cold and sharp. His lashes are not really long. They’re more elongated, and are tilted upwards

• He has some big eyebags, which with his slim cheeks and prominent bone structure makes him look ghostly and… dead… you know for sure he’s not human but you do not want to find out what he actually is

• His teeth are pearl white, and his fangs are long and thin like needles (to his luck, since he doesn’t like getting dirty with blood, so they allow him to be precise when biting)

Clothes

• He dresses very posh and elegant

• Wearing suits 90% of the time

• Dressing pants, vests, neutral colored shirts…

• One silly thing he likes to do is match his necktie with the handkerchief in his suits. He usually picks demure prints with a speck of burgundy or deep blue/ purple.

[newbienewness]

Can we please get some more sexy Garreth in a kilt before you go on your break? I hope you have a lovely break and enjoy your time away from tumblr!! ❤️❤️

SOOOOO sorry it took ages but hope these are enough for your thirst on this wet Weasley Wednesday

Thanks bb @thesuperiorfeeling

[aninonimosstuff-blog]

OOH!! ME ME I HAVE ART REQS/nf

1. Fast blowing up turbo’s pancakes with her mind

2. Fast as sonic and turbo as shadow.. (I SAW THAT PLUSH, I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.)

3. Og Fast and Swap Fast meeting mayhaps??

4. Turbo and Fast as animals :3

*Blows up pancakes with mind*

"Wait-"

3-

4-

Sonic and Shadow but with Fast and Turbo hidden bcs might be suggestive....

2-

[ross1fum1]

amoo plss tell me more about valentino and pedro! When did they meet? Vale seems so fond of pedro

Also ur post about vale giving tips to pedro? where did u find it plss send me everything lol

(Getting really invested in this lol)

I love yapping about Valentino and Pedro so I’ll gladly give you a sum up

The first time Vale talked about Pedro was after Qatar 2021, Pedro’s second race in Moto3 where he won starting from pitlane. He says he had already seen that he managed to get second place in his first race but congratulates him in particular for the comeback he made in this one. Then the interviewer asks him if in a few years they will race together and Vale jokingly says that he is waiting for him

Then in 2022 Vale invited Pedro at the 100km of Champions for the first time.

And invited him again in 2023 when Pedro brought Remy with him.

Here Remy tells how it went at the 100km and explains that they talked about the differences between MotoGP and WSBK, KTM, electronics etc...And he says that Vale knows everything about everyone lol.

Now thanks to this recent interview where Pedro compliments Valentino, we know that there was the possibility for him to race in Moto2 for the 2022 season with the VR46 team, but that in the end it didn't happen due to the sponsors. And then he reveals that after his first test with the MotoGP bike he explained to Valentino how he felt on the bike and Valentino gave him some advice.

I guess they are often in contact because Pedro also said that after his first MotoGP race Valentino texted him to congratulate him

Now I’d say it’s clear that Pedro likes Vale a lot. In fact in this interview (min 31.35, interview in italian) when the interviewer asks Pedro which is the first rider he dreams to overtake when he gets in MotoGP, he replies "It's difficult to know that Valentino no longer races in MotoGP". Then he explains that even when he raced at the ranch in 2022 it was special for him to follow Valentino because despite his age he still rode crazy fast. He also says that he wished Valentino would have retired two or three years later just to be able to race against him.

Even in this interview with DAZN his admiration clearly shines through. When he is asked who he would like to be between Marquez and Rossi he answers Valentino and calls him the father of the whole paddock.

Vale also likes him a lot

And it’s clear from the words he says in this interview on the MotoGP website which I transcribed here

And this is all we got for now which already makes me happy enough since they are my favorites

[lesbianambulon]

Y'all demons really want strap on wheeljack huh

NSFT below the cut

It's supposed be fuckign stupid LMAOOOO

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

chimken pronouns?

chi/chicken/chis/chickenself

chi/chimken/chis/chimkenself

k/f/c/kfcs/kfcself

[gayleafpool]

Seeing the word heat on your blog is objectively horrifying.

SOUND THE ALARM CUZ IM GOING INTO HEAT AND ITS ABOUT TO GET SLOPPY💦😮‍💨

[jaesqueso]

YES PLEASE!! WE ALL WANT THAT MARK SMUT SCENARIOS🫣🫠

ok I'm gonna make a poll about this while I finish this taeyong smut 😉

[julietvoid]

Hi! Do you answer questions about bg3? (:

Hello, nonny! Yes I do, happily in fact. I’m a bit behind on answering a few asks but will hopefully get through the ones I have this weekend- so ask away!!

[chez-cinnamon]

I hope I'm not the only one that wants to see Gummigoo in your AU 🥺

Many people have asked for him !! I figured I'd deliver - I may not have expressed it much but I LOVE him he's so good I'm so glad we got to see him again !!

But yeah this would be what he looks like in my AU !! The only lore I have for him is that using her new powers, Pomni finds the Candy Canyon folder saved away and can hop into it to see Gummigoo as she pleases !!

[thomashelbyswife]

Thomas Shelby - Peaky Blinders - S2E6

[newbienewness]

Model Ominis? Please? 🥺

Darling, you need to be more specific next time 😏 There is different style of modeling...

Just joking, there is more 👇🏼

@annarielmidori so you won't miss it ✌🏼

[yuneu]

@jonismitchell

i have genuinely no idea what i wanna eat later

[ross1fum1]

if there is hope for vale and stoner then is there hope for vale and marc????

No lol. The feud between Casey and Vale has always been more about their rivalry on the track than on a personal level. Marc and Vale won’t make up, not all rivals get their happily ever after moment when they retire and that’s fine

[puckinghischier]

so hi.. i keep thinking about how hot (and probably hopefully rough) sex would’ve been after last night’s game. you do with that information what you’d like.. i just thought i’d share my thoughts y’know completely and utterly innocent like.

✶ hope you had the best day alli, baby!! ‹𝟹

oh harls, my beautiful, beautiful quinn lover.

of course quinn would be in the need of some…rage activities once he got home. he’d be seething the entire bus ride back to the hotel, thinking about how cocky those assholes on the kings were all night. i mean, the hit on brock? the multiple intentional penalties? the cheap move from clarke?

it was all he could do to contain himself until his penalty, finally having had enough of the nasty plays. and while he was letting himself seethe and stew in his hatred, all he could think about is the fact you’re going to be waiting in his hotel room for him.

when he walks through the door, you’re laying on the king sized bed, having received his text he sent you from the locker room directly after the game.

naked. on the bed. now. absolutely no touching yourself (trust me, i’ll fucking know). don’t move until i say so.

he made you send him a picture for confirmation, wanting to know you’ll be so worked up in anticipation by the time he walks through that door you’ll be putty in his hands.

and while he’s already worked up and agitated from the game, the sight of your hand snaked between your legs, head thrown back onto his pillow, soft pants falling from your lips, has him seeing red.

he drops his bag loudly, seeing as you were so lost in the feeling of your own fingers you didn’t hear the heavy door open and shut.

the sound finally startles you out of your blissful state, arms flying up to cover yourself in a panic, dropping them to rest on your stomach when you realize it’s just quinn. the look on his face, however, does nothing to calm your racing heart.

“thought i told you specifically not to touch yourself,” he grits out, clenching his jaw so tightly he could barely speak.

you still, having been so ready and needy you completely forgot about the rule. sitting there, bare pussy exposed to the chill of the room, was torturous in the best way. you could feel yourself drip onto the freshly made bed, so the initial contact was simply the swipe of a finger to try and prevent any further mess. but the warm contrast of your finger on the cold slick of your cunt felt too good, spurring you to give your clit just a brief touch. just enough to hold you over.

before you knew it, you heard the thud of quinn’s bag and clearing of his throat, not even remembering how you ended up knuckle deep in your own core.

“i-i’m so sorry. it’s just, it was cold, and i was so wet, so i tried to clean myself up a bit, but my finger was so warm, and then i thought just one touch wouldn’t hurt,” you ramble out one long run-on sentence trying to plead your case.

“oh, i see” he starts walking towards you, quickly stripping himself of his t-shirt. “you were so ready for me, that you couldn’t wait on me, is that it?”

your face heats, realizing how pathetic it all is, really.

“well, when you put it like that…” you can’t even make eye contact with him, looking down at his hands instead.

quinn starts to untie the string on his sweatpants, letting them drop and walking right out of them as he comes to a stop at the end of the large bed.

“yeah…that’s what i thought,” he smacks his teeth at you in disapproval, shaking his head back and forth.

you take in the sight of him before you. toned body, pale skin, and my god, the hair. you’ve always been one to love body hair on a man, but seeing his large, exposed thighs, and the perfect dusting of the thick, dark hairs all over them, has your hand itching to find its way back between your slick folds.

he starts to palm himself over his boxers, earning a whimper from you in return. the noise piques his interest, eyebrow raising as he looks down at you.

“oh…you want this?” he reaches down to free his thick cock, sighing at the relief of the cloth restriction.

you don’t know if you should respond or not, scared of the consequences either way. you decide on an eager nod, mouth nearly watering at the sight.

“yeah, figured you did. always so needy, so ready to be whatever i need you be,” he says dismissively. “and lucky for you, i need this tonight, too. or i’d make you sit here and watch me stroke myself until i couldn’t take anymore, spewing everything i have all over you and this bed before making you go to sleep needy and unsatisfied. your punishment for touching yourself before i could get here.”

he must be able to see the panic in your eyes at the possibility, knowing he’s upset but surely he’s not that upset with you.

“but,” he starts, rubbing his thumb over his pink tip, ��i think what i have planned is punishment enough. plus, i need you tonight, my sweet girl. need you to be my vice, my cure for all these…feelings i have pent up.”

you feel the physical jolt your core does, causing your body to flinch.

quinn discards his underwear entirely, placing one knee on the plush bed to start making his way to your body. you’re still sprawled out, skin buzzing at the thought of his touching yours.

once he’s hovering above you on all fours, he brings his head down to place a feather light kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, you chase him, pouting at the barely there contact.

“nope. only kiss you’ll get tonight, i’m afraid,” he sits up on his knees, in-between your open legs.

you whine out, always loving the hot, open-mouth kisses you two share while he’s inside of you.

“ehh, no more whining, either. should’ve thought about that before you broke the rules,” he scolds you, bringing his hands down to move your legs up, bending both of your knees so your feet rest flat on the bed.

once your knees are bent, he takes your hands that were resting on your stomach and splay them out on their respective sides.

“now, since you didn’t do like i asked you to so nicely, even though i’m so, so mad tonight, no touching me,” he looks down into your eyes as he says it, making sure you understand his rules.

“so, no kissing, no touching, no whining? what, i’m basically your sex doll tonight?” you sass him, rolling your eyes.

now, you expected a reaction out of him. it was your intent, actually. you expected a small smack to the leg, or a wagging finger with a stern look.

what you didn’t expect was to feel his hand come up and grasp your face, squishing your cheeks together so hard you’re forced to bite them just to allow any sort of give from the pressure.

he jerks your face to look at him, bringing his own so close you can feel his hot, angry breath on your face.

“that’s exactly right. you’re my doll tonight. mine to use as i see fit. however i want. you know why?” he pauses, heaving breaths in and out as he waits, as if you’d actually be able to answer him. “because i’m mad. i’m mad that the stupid kings thought they could beat up on my team tonight and get away with it. i’m mad that brock was taken out during the first period because of a purposeful hit. i’m mad, because the one thing i asked you to do, you couldn’t fucking do it.”

he’s seething at this point, an animalistic kind of anger radiating through his body.

your heart races in both fear and excitement. you hardly ever get to see this side of quinn, and you don’t know exactly what all was said or done on that ice tonight, but you’re sure you’re going to be able to feel the effects of it all for the next few days to come.

he releases your cheeks roughly, standing tall on his knees.

“since you claim you were so wet earlier you just couldn’t resist starting without me, too drunk on your own fingers to know what you were doing, you shouldn’t need any help then, should you?” he asks, reaching down to feel the arousal pooling in your exposed heat.

you want to whine. you want to whine and protest and complain, but before you can even think about breaking another rule of his, your breath is knocked from your lungs.

without any warning whatsoever, quinn slams into you completely, leaving no inch of your canal untouched. on instinct, you start to reach your arms up to grasp onto him, needing to ground yourself to him.

“i wouldn’t, if i was you,” he growls out, pulling out completely before slamming into you again, gripping one of your hips for stability.

dropping them back down to the mattress, you grasp the sheets so tightly you worry you’ll rip them.

your body jolts with each slam of his rigid cock into your hole, completely removing himself each time before snapping his hips so forcefully you swear you can feel it in your throat.

“god, have no clue how fucking angry i’ve been tonight”, he huffs out, not faltering his pace. “all night, watched those smug goons think they could do whatever they wanted, to whoever they wanted. then the refs wouldn’t even let me return the favor when given the chance. it’s bullshit,” he spits with a particularly harsh thrust.

you’re trying your best to lay there, unmoving, occupying your hands with the soft cotton underneath you. a choked sob of pleasure makes its way out when he hits a spot so deep inside of you, you had no clue it existed until this moment.

“but knew i was gonna get to come home to you,” he continues, distracted momentarily by the bounce of your tits with each thrust. “my sweet, sweet girl who always listens to what i say. who’s always so ready to do what i need her to do for me.”

he reaches up to pinch one of your hard nipples. you flinch, but remember to keep your hands down.

“and imagine my surprise, when i walk in the door to see you already making yourself feel good after i told you to wait on me,” he switches his hand to your other nipple, show it some attention. “made me so fucking angry all over again. was so prepared to come in and take care of you, low and slow all night. a treat for you and for me. but you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you?”

at this point, even if you wanted to speak you couldn’t. you’re quite literally being fucked dumb right now. the effort of keeping your body still isn’t even a challenge anymore, limbs so heavy with pleasure you’re basically his to manipulate and use as he wishes.

you don’t even feel your orgasm approaching. one second you’re listening to his frustrations, the next you’re half deaf and seeing stars.

quinn stutters only slightly, abandoning his touch on your tits to move his hand to your throbbing clit.

“god, this was so fucking easy. this turn you on? me mad at you, not letting you do what you want, just like i didn’t get to do what i wanted?” he talks you through your bliss, watching your body shake and shiver while he continues his deep thrusts.

his fast circles on your clit don’t ease up, even after you’ve come down from your high. you try to wiggle your body away, your sensitivity making you squirm.

quinn’s grip on your hip tightens, halting your movement.

“don’t fucking move,” growls at you, basking at how easy it is for him to glide in and out of you, his dick covered in your release. “you’re gonna give me another one, i don’t care how sensitive you are. know you can do it. my own little slut.”

the name surprises you, quinn never really has been one for using stuff like that in the bedroom. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t cause the feelings of another release to start swirling again, though.

his resolve starts to deteriorate, but he’s determined to milk one more from you before he enjoys his own release.

“c’mon. it’s the least you can do f’me, really,” he grunts, somehow rubbing even faster circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. “after no one at the game would let me retaliate, and after i had to sit in the fucking box for two minutes for just returning a little bit of what they dished out all night, giving me all you’ve got isn’t a lot to ask, is it?”

you try to shake your head, but the increased pace of his forceful thrusts causes your head to bob all over the place.

he can feel your walls starting to flutter again already, knowing it won’t take much to send you over the edge.

keeping his hand in between your legs, applying both pressure and friction to your clit now, he bends his body over to attach his mouth to your tit, showing the the area attention once again. he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nub.

the feeling alone is delectable, causing you to writhe in pleasure. but the second you feel his teeth encase the delicate bud, biting down, you explode yet again.

you don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life. you cry out, so loud and so pornographic quinn worries someone will complain, but loving every second of the sound.

you’re convulsing underneath him, tears leaking from your closed eyes at the intensity of the pleasure radiating throughout your body.

“fuck, that’s it. swear your pussy’s trying to trap me in there, doesn’t want me to leave,” quinn groans, feeling like his dick is literally being suctioned into your body.

after a few more sloppy thrusts, his balls tighten and he coats your walls with his release. he moans out, mixing with your perfect whimpers and whines as the shocks of his own orgasm cause you to twitch.

after he’s sure your body has sucked him dry, quinn pulls out of you, pushing your knees down so he can roll over to the side of you, throwing his own tired body in the mattress.

you both lay beside one another, panting and letting your bodies catch back up to you. he reaches over to grab your hand, every ounce of anger having left his body through his orgasm.

he’s back to being his usual, soft self, as he rolls over to place a kiss to your temple.

you’ve come to a little bit, turning your head to look over at his smiling face.

“maybe…maybe i should start a pact with these teams you play each week to make you mad and rile you up during games more often,” you softly speak, voice slightly hoarse from your orgasmic screaming. “if this is what i get in return, think it’d be worth the price,” you smirk at quinn.

he lets out a quiet chuckle at your words, bringing a hand to brush some hair out of your face, finally placing a real kiss to your lips.

when he pulls back you open your eyes to admire him, but are met with a serious, stern expression.

“don’t push it.”

[dipperscavern]

Ok but the way Cregan looks and acts so brooding but i know would just be so gentle and soft yet dominant when it comes to sex 😩😩

YES EXACTLY THIS IS ARGH

cregan is brooding (jon snows #1 ancestor). he can unintentionally give off this unapproachable vibe, and some people that don’t know him personally assume that he is. but it’s completely the opposite, and people find that out watching you, his sweet wife, approach him with your gentle & kind demeanor. you instantly get on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek with a smile on your face, and they expect him to pull away — to reprimand you for being so affectionate outside of private. but he doesn’t. in fact, their eyebrows raise & mouths drop open watching him bend towards you to help you reach, leaning into your touch. dare they say, they even see the hint of a smile on his face?

and it’s the same way when he beds you. it’s those sacred moments when sharing each others bodies that he lets his expression soften, being oh so gentle and handling you like glass. pressing soft kisses to the expanse of your chest, a hand behind your back as he slides in. adjusting his hips to find that angle that hits you justtttt right, making you throw your head back. sure, he’ll make your brain mushy and take away your ability to think straight, but he’s also sliding a hand across your thigh in a gentle reassurance, connecting his lips with yours, and intertwining your hands while he does it.