#Godzilla for President

[gameraboy2]

Godzilla for President

[doctorkaiju]

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[clonedchaos]

I hate politics so much, but boy do I love using 95% of my brain power on fandoms.

[luckyshinyhunter]

Live footage of my brain:

[buggitino]

i love shin godzilla they really said "politicians bad except the autistic ones"

[liquidsludge]

Haven’t posted in a bit have i? Oh well i just meed to fodder out time until y’all decide on a Godzilla for me to draw some fanart off. Also I’ve been distracted playing this absolute gem of a game for the first time.

Art will be back soon.

[gojilion91]

Godzilla for President 2024

[theburgessobserver]

Burgess Observer(Aka Frosts town newspaper)FINAL ISSUE!

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

Pages 12-15

Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

[rotm-channel]

Burgess Observer Issue 5

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

Pages 12-15

Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

[glitchyvisions]

[clonedchaos]

🦅🦅🦅

This is not necessarily an endorsement

[doctorkaiju]

"Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed residents of this planet you affectionately call Earth—I, Godzilla, King of the Monsters and now, aspirant for the Presidency, stand before you. Not just as a candidate, but as a 350-foot-tall symbol of change.

In my tenure as your potential leader, I vow to tackle the issues head-on—quite literally. The problem of urban sprawl? Consider it handled, as I'll be personally involved in downsizing. Climate change? Who better to combat rising sea levels than someone who's lived in the ocean?

Our foreign policy will be unbeatable. Diplomatic negotiations will take on a new level of respect, ensuring our position on the global stage is both seen and heard—roars have a way of breaking through even the toughest language barriers.

Economic reform is also on my agenda. By strategically utilizing my unique ability to generate clean, albeit slightly radioactive, energy, we will march towards a greener, more sustainable future. Plus, think of the savings on demolition costs alone!

Healthcare will see revolutionary changes. With Mothra by my side as Vice President, we'll introduce a comprehensive healthcare plan that covers everything from radiation burns to skyscraper-induced trauma.

And to those who question my ability to lead because of my size, let me remind you: great leaders are not measured in feet or meters, but by the breadth of their vision and the depth of their commitment. Besides, traffic jams will be a thing of the past with me in charge. Commuting problems? Just hitch a ride on my back!

So, as you ponder your choice for the next President, ask not what your country can do for you, but what a giant, nuclear-powered lizard can do for your country. Together, we can make America roar again!

Vote for Godzilla. Because sometimes, you need a monster to make monumental changes."

[wandasaura]

LEAVE ME ALONE

summary — to the majority of essex, leighton murray is an unapproachable bitch. to you, she’s the only person in a crowded room.

warning(s) — friends with benefits, mutual feelings, alludes to pining/yearning, sorority events, college, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom leighton murray, closeted leighton murray, sneaking away, light banter, biting, hickies, possessive leighton, mean leighton, kissing, dirty talk, implied voyeurism, 69ing, fingering (r!receiving), degradation, punishment aspects, nipple stimulation, forced orgasm, mutual orgasm, overstimulation, porn with plot, aftercare, men/minors dni

authors note — inspired by leave me alone, very specifically ‘line my lips just to match my nipples’… enjoy some babie leighton smut

“No way Leighton Murray actually showed up.” A strawberry blonde in a pink dress chirped at your side, her eyes wide as they took in the sight of Essex College’s very own blonde bombshell stepping past the threshold of the sliding glass doors. The incandescent sunlight cascaded down on her platinum locks with such lightness that it gleamed almost like a halo from a distance. Her ever sharp brown eyes were dangerous as they searched the yard, unmaking anyone she spent more than five seconds analyzing with her lips pulled taut into a neutral expression of indifference.

“Come on, she’s not that bad.” You interject weakly, your head lulling to the side until your gaze can find the girls scrutinizing eyes. You don’t know why you’re so quick to defend Leighton — who’s pointedly avoided glancing in your direction — but you do, and it leaves a bad taste in the pledges mouth.

Her eyes haven’t wandered to the details of your dress. They’re pretty, you’ll admit it, but they haven’t found the gold membership badge pinned to your sweetheart neckline, accented with a classy string of pearls. She’s unaware of your role in the sorority, entirely focused on Leighton. It doesn’t pain you in the slightest to scratch her name off the mental list of pledges you’ve memorized in preparation for this event.

“She’s practically Godzilla.” The girl — Kaylee Towers, a freshman pledge with a stellar recommendation list — said in response, still oblivious to how she was talking herself out of any chance of making it into Kappa. “If Godzilla had pretty blonde hair, I mean.”

“Complementing her kind of negates the entire point of sulking over her presence, doesn’t it?” You raised a single questioning eyebrow, further craning your body toward Kaylee. The shift in stance had pointed your chest in her direction, and when her eyes trailed down to the neckline of your pink dress, a gleam of satisfaction sparked in your settled gaze when she paled.

“I-I wasn’t—“ It was entirely discomforting to watch her flounder beside you on the grass; never the type to gravel in somebody else’s misfortunes even if embarrassment was warranted.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to stand beneath the weight of pointless backtracking for long, being called away toward the stairs leading up to the deck by your fellow sorer and Kappa’s esteemed, motivated president. Leighton wasn’t at the top anymore, no longer glancing down at the mingling bodies and warm smiles of performative friendliness scattered around the backyard as you took them slowly, with a slight swing in your hips that was probably unnecessary.

You hadn’t been paying attention to the music that was playing in the background. It was soft but just loud enough to provide a safety net in moments where conversation dwindled. When it cut out abruptly, and Madison clapped her hands together three times, every single set of eyes on the premise was on you — all except one chilling pair.

Leighton hovered in the back corner. The baby blue blazer draped around her shoulders brought out the clarity in her complexion. Leighton didn’t have perfect skin. She’d never attended class sporting pimple patches as evidence of any hormonal breakouts, but there are times when you look at her, and you can see the texture in her skin. Her pores look blurred from where you stand, nerves bubbling with familiar attentiveness. She’s not looking at anything in particular, you trace her gaze to the side of the house where a white fence is overgrown with rose vines.

“Hello! Welcome to Kappa — where sisterhood is sparkly, sacred, and so much more than just matching sweatshirts, okay?” Madison began spiritedly, and while the painstakingly curated hook had the designated effect on the majority of pledges, Leighton wasn’t captivated by the stereotypical cutesy inflection. You’d suggested that Madison refine the speech, that maybe it was time to down back how much they really leaned into the whole shtick of it all. The corners of your lips twitch at Leighton’s cold indifference. She’s the only one you’re looking for. “I’m Madison Hart, Kappa’s president! Now, before I get too carried away bragging about how amazing this year is going to be — and trust me, it is — for those of you who make it through initiation, at least.” Madison giggled. I’d like to introduce you to Y/N Y/L/N. Unfortunately, our Vice President couldn’t be here with us today, but Y/N is our absolutely amazing treasure, and she was willing to come in her place. She keeps our books tighter than last year’s formal dresses and yes, she did get a five in AP Calc.” Madison smiled, but your face flamed with heat. You hadn’t known she was going to include that. It wasn’t mentioned any of the seven times she made you listen to this while over the course of the last week.

Out of the corner of your eye, because it was impossible not to be drawn to Leighton when the pastel blue of her blazer stuck out amongst the crowd of whites and bubblegum pinks starkly, you could see her lips quirk upwards, but her eyes never lingered toward Madison’s voice for even a second. It bothered you, but you don’t know why. This is typical Leighton behavior.

“To all our pledges, I cannot wait to get to know each and every one of you…assuming you survive the next two weeks. I’m kidding! Kind of. Anyways, get ready for glitter, giggles, and growth, because you’re not just joining a sorority— you’re joining the sorority!” There’s such a stark difference between someone like you and someone like Madison, but you don’t have the attention span to consider where the vault line rests. “Now, before I let you all get back to mingling, Y/N has a few things to say!”

You smiled softly, waving your hand at the crowd. Your eyes pass over Leighton again, unconsciously, you don’t even mean to, but it pangs your heart slightly to realize she’s still absorbed in the rose petals on her right.

“Hi everyone! I’m seriously so excited to see all of your faces. It makes all the spreadsheet stress and hours on Excel worth it.” Your lips curve into a gentle grin, one that conveys just how serious you take this event. “I’m incredibly lucky to be serving as treasurer for the second year with Kappa. Now, I know money talk isn’t exactly the glamorous part of sorority life, but I promise— it’s what keeps this all running. My role is to make sure that we can take quality sisterhood retreats as well as maintain our traditional events. Kappa has been a delightful presence in my life, and I aim to provide the same experiences for you and our chapter again this year.” You pause for a moment, letting your eyes sweep over the faces in the crowd.

A few of the girls you recognize from a handful of random classes, but nobody sticks out like Leighton does. Your eyes land on her again, and this time she’s looking directly at you. Her stare is chilling, but not in a way that turns you cold and hollow. She fills you with warmth and butterflies; you know she’d hate that if you ever told her.

When Leighton realizes that you haven’t paused to give the crowd a chance to absorb the information you’d just projected with ease, her blonde brow raises questioningly; challengingly. You swallow thickly, a lump bobbing in your throat when your mouth is suddenly dry in an instant.

If Leighton notices the effects of her wordless gesture over you, there’s no indication in her stone features that command you keep going at all odds. “So, to our new baby Kappas; you are so welcome here. If you ever need anything — help with dues, advice, or just someone to sit with during a movie night — I’m your girl. This house isn’t just about the events or the merchandise. It’s about real connection, and I cannot wait to see how each and every one of you shine in your own way. Some of you might not be with us at the end of these two weeks, but even your consideration at all is enough for Kappa to welcome you anytime in the future. Welcome home, and please, enjoy the refreshments. There’s more inside if it gets too warm out here.”

Madison waved her hands encouragingly, and the music started playing again. You barely had a chance to step off the stairs before conversation swept you up, carrying you through the backyard in a loop until you ended up in the living room with a bottle of water and three girls surrounding you cheerfully. You didn’t know how it was accomplished; how one person finished with you and another swept you up in a second like they’d been waiting in line for a turn.

Leighton somehow evaded you during the entire ordeal. One minute she’d still been standing beside the gate in the corner, and the next she’d been nowhere in sight. You’d be lying if you denied that your heart had sank to your belly thinking she’d left without saying anything, but quickly was that thought buried. You hadn’t let yourself dwell on the thought of her, but then it genuinely had fallen away from your mind, and all that consumed you was getting to know these pledges so when she did cross your gaze again, the breath was stolen from your lungs.

Somehow, there was an angel looking out for you in that single moment. As Leighton crossed your path, her head inclining toward the stairs that she knew led to your bedroom, the three pledges in front of you glanced at the television screen that Madison had set to project a clock. They excused themselves politely, like the majority of the other pledges had done, and you’d taken advantage of the three seconds of isolation you found in that moment to escape upstairs to find Leighton.

It didn’t take much scrounging to find. All of your bedroom doors had been tightly closed in preparation of having a few hundred people swarming the backyard and downstairs living areas, but now yours was cracked, a faint glow stretching out into the hallway. Leighton adored the gold wire lamp shaped like a star on your nightstand. It doesn’t shock you to find it on when you push the door open enough to slip inside.

“You came.” You smiled tenderly, your features melting as you took in the sight of Leighton in your bedroom, dressed up for an event that was so entirely you, and so distinctly not her. Leighton is silly, and soft, and incredibly stubborn, and sure she’s a legacy socialite who belongs at this function more than you do, but it’s not her. Leighton is sneaky hookups in the pouring rain. She’s black eyeliner and lip liner that matches the darker hue around her nipple when they peddle so prettily beneath your fingers. Leighton is tight cuddling in bed, and only socks in the dorm hallway not slippers, never slippers. Leighton Murray doesn’t own a pair of slippers and she hasn;t since she was six. You don’t know how you know that, or if Leighton even realizes you remember her telling you one time and one time only.

Leighton shrugged, her fingers toying with the shade over your lamp. Her chronic nonchalance unsettles you deeply, even after all this time fooling around in the dark. “I wanted to see what it was all about.”

“You’re sure that’s all you came for?” Your lips pull taunt; considering. You know her better than that, you know that she didn’t drag her ass to this sorority house just to watch you from a distance for hours. She’d done a lot of things for you, but wasting her time is not something you’d ever ask. Your intentions were clear when you’d asked her over, but you’d expected her later on, halfway through, or even not at all. But here she was, dressed to impress, standing in your bedroom, flush from the heat of the sun on her skin for hours with no true purpose.

Leightons fingers curl around the threaded chord beneath the lampshade and in a second your bedroom is drenched in darkness, the blinds closed, blocking out the still bright abyss of blue beyond the window. “No.” She answers and your core clenches at her sultry tone, dampness pooling in your panties as she stalks forward with seduction in her every soft footstep.

“Oh?” You lead, and Leighton scoffs as she closes the gap between your bodies, her hands settling heavily on your hips, attempting to claim you with just a simple touch. Her possession is addicting. When she’s not around, the weight of her hands on your hips, on your waist, on your inner thighs, and your neck… it lives in your memory, replays in your head. Leighton knows that. She can tell just by looking at you right now that you’ll still be thinking of this moment later — this simple moment before she’s even done anything to your body.

“Do you know how hot you look in this dress?” Leighton groans, dragging her teeth down your neck when she cranes her head to fall into the pocket of darkness between your jaw and shoulder. Your hair tickles her cheek as she sucks a purple bruise into the crevice of your neck, and the hairs on the back of your neck prickle in response to the sensation as you sigh contentedly. “So fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as your head lulled sideways in submission, providing more surface area for Leightons lips to taste in her descent. She kisses down the sweetheart neckline of the pink dress, and her lips are moist, soft, even the nude lipstick she wears feels like velvet as she drags it across your skin tantalizingly.

“Yeah.” Leighton confirmed as she pulled away, a lustful haze over her eyes as her blown pupils corrupted her brown stare until glittering black stared back at you. “But I need you to take it off. Right now. If you think I didn’t see you shaking your ass when you climbed those stairs, you’re fucking delusional.” The heat of her accusation leaves goosebumps on your skin, and you shudder as you comply.

“I know you saw me.” You whispered as you spun around, sweeping your hair to one side of your neck in favor of exposing the hidden zipper in the back. Madison had needed to help you get into it in the first place, but Leightons fingers felt better at the nape of your neck, toying with the clasp of your necklace.

“Pearls are a girl's best friend, you know.” Leighton murmured against your skin, stepping closer until the soft fabric of her blazer brushed against your exposed shoulders. A tremble jostled your frame, weakening your knees.

Your eyebrows furrowed through the haze of your arousal, your head craning just slightly to steal a glance at Leighton over your shoulder. “I thought that was diamonds.” You panted breathlessly, your eyes fixed on her lips, unable to envision anything other than her pert nipples.

”Not when I’m the one playing with them.” Leighton husked and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling backwards onto her shoulder as you breathed heavily, your body alight with heat. It was a slight shock when the zipper began to glide down your spine, Leighton deciding to finally begin undressing you when you’d least expected it. “I’ll save that for another time.” Leighton smirked as she stepped away from your body, letting her nimble fingers guide the straps of your dress away from your shoulders until nothing was keeping the fabric on your body.

It pooled around your ankles in loose crumbles and Leighton helped you step out of it with a hand in yours that eagerly led you toward the bed in the center of the room, unable to hold herself back anymore when it had been hours upon hours of being on her best behavior, something that Leighotn’s admittedly not very good at. She knows how to make up for it though.

She spins you around with ease, trapping you against her chest until she can walk the both of you back into the bed, falling on top of your frame with a graceful ease. The second your body meets the mattress she’s grabbing your wrists and guiding them over your head, holding them down whilst her lips press into yours. The weight of her on top of you, fully clothed while the only garment you still sport is your lace panties that are undeniably sodden through completely.

Her kiss is enough to break you beneath her hands, every thought leaving your brain until all you can consider is that everything with Leighton feels perfectly right and earned. Her fingers slide away from your wrists when she gathers that you’re not going to be moving without her consent anytime soon, a dazzling smirk on her features as she pulls away from the bruising kiss you’d shared to instead press her fingertips into your clit above your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn wet.” Leighton cursed, easing her fingers into small tight circles that were annoyingly soft against your core. She grinned when you huffed probing your entrance when your eyes screwed shut in frustration. “Does this get you off? Getting fucked like a slut while your sisters are still downstairs entertaining pledges?”

“Does this get you off? Fucking a girl with people downstairs? None of them aware of the fact that the Leighton Murray is a lesbian.” Your eyes burn with fire, passion, desire. They snap open at her teasing, her practiced degrading that incorporates the slightest illusion of voyeurism. Your rebuttal is a low blow, one that you’d typically refrain from letting past your lips, but you have no control over what you’re saying, and you know that it’ll piss her off enough to actually get working on your body that’s eager to be completely unmade and re-written by her touch.

Leighton knows that you’d never rush her out of the closet. She knows that you have no desire to make things public, not when you’d rather keep any and all relationships a few hundred feet away from the girls you share a house with. You adore them, but any conversation regarding romance doesn’t end for at least three hours on a good day and selfishly you want to keep Leighton all to yourself.

“You’ll say anything to get fucked, won’t you?” Leighton groans before she smashes her lips against yours again, all while easing your panties to the side and sinking two fingers into your walls. The whine that falls off of your lips is entirely pathetic, and it fuels Leightons ego as she doubles her efforts to a quick climax. She knows you hate when she forces it out of you, when she takes advantage of how well she knows your body and works you up fast and quick. “When are you going to learn?” She pouts condescendingly, her lips downturns into a pout that is so painfully sweet it makes your eyes glimmer with tears because you know how insincere it is. Leighton lives for these moments when you give her exactly what she claims she doesn’t want, though both of you know deflection is her default.

“Fuck!” You whine, fists grabbing handfuls of the pastel yellow sheets beneath your body. You wriggle beneath her, fighting to escape the intense pleasure she unleashes on your cunt as her thumb rubs over your clit harshly. It’s only a minute longer before you explode around her fingers with spasming walls. “Fuck, fuck!” You clasp a hand over your mouth, paranoid about how loud you let yourself be when people are around. You might make quips and digs about the risky situations you get yourselves into, but neither one of you wants to face the music if anyone comes knocking.

Leighton doesn’t make any effort to overstimulate you, which immediately relaxes you on the bed as you pant for breath with flushed cheeks. She strips out of her pantsuit at the edges of your bed, looming over your sprawled out frame with confidence and conviction that reminds you how much power she holds over you. Maybe there's not much that separates you and Leighton besides a few points on your GPA’s,

“God, I want you to eat my pussy.” She groans as she takes in the sight to your body, her hands bracing on your hips as she lies ned forward. “But first, we need to take these off of you.” She notes, and you lift your hips cooperatively for her, shivering when cold air blows against your warm core. Your hips jump and Leighton smirks, her hands trailing up until they find your breasts, rolling your nipples between her fingertips.

Your own eyes glance at her exposed body. Her nipples are pebbled already, a nude turned pinky color rimmed with a darker toned neutral, and the insides of her thighs gleam with arousal that’s wept from her entrance, ruined her panties, and begun to drip down the insides of her thighs when she pressed her legs together. Her composure is better than yours, but not even Leighton can resist the feelings you spark over her body without even trying.

She crawls over your body seductively, her damp thighs dragging along the curves of your waist, You huff in stifled amusement when she turns around over your face, her cunt hovering over your mouth, her ass attempting sight above your eyes, Your hands held her thighs, pulling her down onto your face without her compliance. Leighton said nothing about your eagerness, too consumed with the broad strokes of pleasure your tongue pulled from her core abruptly.

“Fuck.” She breathed as she fell forward, sinking down father and farther until her head was between your thighs, her hands prying your thighs open until she could plunge her tongue into your entrance where her fingers had just been, easing you through the brief moment of overstimulation when her tongue flicked your sensitive clit for the first time. “You’re still so wet.” Her words reverberate through your clit, and your head spins at the sensations shooting through your body.

Your own tongue laps at her core, at her clit specifically before it sinks to her entrance, dipping in until the tangy nectar she drips coats your tongue in thickness that’s not easily dissolved. You don’t care, lapping and slurping at her with frivolous motions that become uncoordinated the farther she works you up with her own tongue between your thighs.

Leighton pulls away from your pussy when your tongue plunges against her g-spot, pressing into the spongy part of her walls with strained efforts to even reach that far at all. “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” She groans before she dives back in, taking one a single deep breath before she’s attacking you with ambition she somehow didn’t possess before and you didn’t think it possible now.

“Cum with me, cum with me.” She pants against your core, her nails digging into your thighs as her hips jerk across your face, seeking even more pleasure from you though you don’t complain, you’d never complain about having her thighs wrapped around her head and her warm core on your tongue heavily and fully. ”Come on, baby, come with me.”

It doesn’t take much encouragement, or really any at all; Leighton’s tongue is more than enough of a motivator for you as it licks a broad stripe from your weeping, clenching, quivering entrance to your sensitive clit before she creates a suction around your engorged bundle of nerves and sucks deeply, sending stars shooting through your vision. Your nails dig into her thighs the same way hers dig into yours, and your hips are wide on the mattress as they squirm and attempt to hump, though the weight of her on top of you prevents your body from being able to do much without her permission.

You work Leighton through her orgasm as she works you through yours, trailing kisses down your thighs when she leaves your clit alone for the night decisively. You don’t take the same initiative, licking soft stripes and strokes across her thighs until they gleam with evidence of your saliva instead of her arousal.

Leighton slides off of you after a moment, her chest rising and falling heavily as she settles into the pillows beside you. Once upon a time, she’d adamantly rejected staying the night with you after, but the sun has fallen behind trees now, and neither one of you are keen on another round, but she doesn’t make any indication of getting up to crawl back to her down. Instead, she reaches beneath her body and grabs the corner of your comforter, pulling it around her body with enough maneuvering to have you huffing and doing the same, figuring if one of you is going to be comfortable it should at least be you in your own bed.

“You’re staying?” You ask with heavy eyelids. You’ve been going nonstop lately trying to see this event through, but now that it is over, just another fond memory to look back on in a couple of years down the road, you’re burnt out and exhausted.

“Mhm. That okay?” Leighton always looked so insecure when you caught her in moments like this, and it makes your heart ache, because someone so talented and sweet and deserving of good things in life should be the last person constantly torn apart with worry that she’s not enough.

“Yeah.” You answer, because you would’ve never dreamed of saying no to begin with, but it feels too daunting to tell her that, so you don’t, and Leighton might never know you were thinking it at all. ”You should pee. I should pee.”

You roll over onto Leighton’s chest, your head burrowed against her breaths comfortably as you sigh dramatically. “We could always just stay here and take our chances with a UTI.”

”Chlamydia scared me into safe sex habits. Get up.” She settles you with a stern glare, even though you look so precious draped across her chest, and you find yourself complying with a dramatic sigh.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know sleeping with women could still lead to STDs.” You scoffed softly, clambering out of bed with her, your hand finding hers instinctively. If Leighton thought anything of your clinginess, she didn’t say anything as she led you to the ensuite bathroom you’d been lucky enough to claim.

“I adamantly denied being a lesbian until I met you, and then I spiraled for two months until I finally had the balls to go up to you at that party. I mean, it was probably only a month and two weeks, but I had to wait for the Chlamydia to clear up.” She mutters, and you wonder if anybody would even believe you if you went and ran your mouth on campus about Leighton Murray’s sex live and sexuality, it certainly clashed with her reputation on campus, but it just made perfect sense to you. Everything about her makes perfect sense to you.

”Yes, thank you for that.” You mused sarcastically, shivering as you sat down on the toilet, cursing yourself for not at least grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser when you’d stumbled past it. “It’s freezing in here.”

“No, it’s not. You’re just always cold after.” Leighton rolled her eyes, and you pouted petulantly at her. When you’d first met, she never would batted an eye at whether you were cold or not after she’d just entirely recreated your definition of euphoria, but then you’d softened her heart, and now she can’t help but think of all the little things that make you who you are.

“Stop knowing things about me.” You smile softly, and Leighton smirks as she switches places with you on the toilet, something that makes you giggle with a domestic warmth before you retreat to the sink, pumping two handfuls of coconut scented soap into your palm. ”Do you want sweats or shorts?”

“Panties.” Leighton answered and you rolled your eyes but nodded, turning toward the bedroom to grab the clothes that she’d requested for the night ahead of the both of you.

[mildlyromanticperv]

Why would I...?

Eunha x MReader. Fluff. Fighting insecurities.

-Babe, dinner's ready! -You called your girlfriend down to the living room after a couple of hours in the kitchen, today's Friday night and you two planned an evening together to make up for the lost time during the week, her job as professional makeup artist is a 24/7 on-call job and you come exhausted every day due to the physical demand of your construction work.

-Coming! -Her sweet voice echoes through the walls of your shared apartment just like music into your ears. Due to the the small amount of time you've been able to spend together the last couple of weeks, she comes out dressed ready for an outdoors date and her perfume... Oh my god her perfume... Such indescribable scent fires up every nerve of your nostrils filling your heart with a warm fuzzy feeling you can only describe as... Love.

-Sweetie, you didn't have to! I'm disgusting and you dressed up so adorable... -You know you're supposed to be a manly man, hairy chest and all... But being alone with your girlfriend takes out that sensitive side of yours only she can experience.

-Don't say that! I mean I certainly wasn't expecting you to be all dressed up in tuxedo or anything, but you look really handsome tonight. -She smirked at you as she took a seat at the dining table. -Plus, the mere fact that you and I can finally spend some time together makes up for anything. I've missed you so much.

At these words you expres a huge "Awwww" within your brain that you can't quite express due to your sheer focus in plating your dinner, as if you were to cook for the president itself. -I've missed you so much as well, baby, actually today I was told I might speak too much about you... Hehe.

-What do you mean!? -She answers embarassed and blushing, her voice raises due to the thought of you flaunting her among coworkers.

-Yes baby, I can't help but presume my girlfriend. -You shrugged and finally came out of the kitchen ready with the food and a couple of tall glasses, not long after you came out with a fresh bottle of white wine to go with the dinner.

-This all look so awesome! I didn't know you were such a good chef... -She says with a sultry voice flirting so blatantly the whole thing felt like two youngsters discovering their new love. -You spoil me too much, I guess tonight I'm going to have to be extra kinky...

-Eunha, behave yourself. -You say jokingly in a very poorly acted stern voice. -I'm not that kinky... -You blushed embarassed for her teasing.

During the rest of the evening you two engulfed the food with awe and excitement, since there was no words exchanged, the looks between you two flew in a mute ode of romance, teasing and... dirty talk.

After such buffet served on your dinner night the only thing left was to rest the food with a movie in your living room, between you two there was always a banter to choose this movie so both could be pleased... although deep down you always knew that she's the one to win since her puppy eyes are almost impossible to say no to.

-Baaaaaaaaabeeeeee, let's watch scary movies! Pleaseeeeee? -She attacks first with pouting.

-But sweetie, you fall asleep always in the middle of the movie, lets watch something with action... adventure, you haven't seen Lord of the Rings, have you? -You block her first punch and answer with a broad swing.

-No, that's only half-naked dudes slashing and punching, no fun... -She holds her chin thinking. -Why don't we watch a Disney movie? Perhaps Aladdin? -She ducks your punch and then respond with a well placed uppercut right on your chin.

-You know I'm a sucker for musicals... -You say to her with a suspicious voice, enjoying the blatant manipulation she just engaged in. -I still don't know... What about Godzilla? You said you wanted to watch it... -You endure that uppercut and throw an open hand punch straight to her cheekbone.

-Mmmm, maybe... But I'm not in the mood for giant monsters destroying cities, plus I don't like the CGI. -She gets ready for her final blow, she knows the power she holds over you and she doesn't hold herself back. -I wanna watch Inside Out babe. -Finally she uses her signatur pout and holds your arm, pressing herself against you and looks from below into your eyes with her stray puppy eyes.

-Fiiiiineeeee. -You answer reluctantly because you know better than upset your cute girlfriend.

As if an oracle predicted it Eunha falls asleep barely at 15 minutes of the movie, your heart flutters at the feeling of her cheek pressing against your shoulder and her steady peaceful breath.

-I love you so much. -You say to her barely above a whisper not really looking to wake her up, slowly and with stealth you turn off the TV and let her lay down on the couch, placing her head on your lap where you start caressing and combing her hair, she stirs around facing your abdomen and curling into a ball right next to you, luckily she brought a blanket for her feet so you cover her to make her comfortable.

Times such as these, so flawless, so quiet, they feel like frozen in time... Her porcelain skin shines under the faint light of the TV and her pink hair spread along your knees and your lap is the perfect combination for you to have to control your every cell not to wake her up and propose right there and then.

Her chest goes up and down slowly following the quiet sound of her breathing, after just a few minutes in which you're completely sure she's fallen completely asleep you let her head rest on a nearby cushion to go and prepare our bed for a much needed long night of sleep. You lift your girlfriend grabbing her gently by her legs and her shoulders, out of love for your girlfriend you just let her in the bed with her current outfit just taking out her shoes and socks.

Finally you start tidying up and cleaning the kitchen and the living room, you turn off all the lights and proceed to lay down on the bed, holding Eunha from behind as the big spoon.

The very next day you wake up next to a pillow with the scent of your girlfriend, but no sight of her.

-Eunha? -You ask still in the recently awoken state and rubbing your eyes. You quiclñy grab your slippers and stand up looking for her just to find her in the kitchen with a very soothing smell of hot coffee.

-Sweetie? Did you sleep well? -She says as she sees you coming out of the room in a groggy state, her outfit changed from her white blouse and furry blazer to a pink pajama with a cotton coat for the cold, a pair of oversized pajama pants and fuzzy slippers. -I didn't want to wake you up, I know you need a good rest.

-It's fine babe... -Yawn. -Did you sleep comfortable? I didn't wanted to wake you just to change into a pajamas last night. -You chuckle remembering her peaceful expression.

-Yes sweetie, I imagined I might fall asleep so I wore comfy clothes.

-You always think of everything even when you're exhausted, that's so cool!

-It's called paying attention to the details, dum dum... -She chukles as well.

-There's only one thing I like paying attention to and she's making coffee... -You walk around the kitchen counter to hug Eunha. -Thank you babe.

-You can thank me by washing the dishes, dum dum. -She says enjoying the closeness of your embrace around her waist, she enjoys this so much she lets out a quiet hum of satisfaction when you start rubbing her arms.

-Okay mom I'll do it soon. -You roll your eyes playfully, but righ away she smacks your cheeks.

-Idiot. -She says with a big smile.

You then start to wash the dishes and notice something you have been noticing for a few days but never really payed total attention to, Eunha's dish was in the fridge with leftovers from last night, she didn't eat the whole thing.

Usually this wouldn't be weird since she stays fit for her own decision, but this time you ensured to give her a reduced portion, so... Why would she left food on the plate?

You spend the rest of your dish washing deep in that thought, not quite being able to explain yourself why that change in her eating habits.

Could it be for health issues? Nah her childhood illness is gone and she told you doctors assured there's no way she'd have it again.

Is she being bullied? Perhaps her coworkers are just jealous she's so fit, but still... She's very confident on herself, it doesn't add up.

What could it be? Is she hiding something?

Your mind runs wild with the possibilities until she gently pokes your shoulder.

-Sweetie? Is everything okay? -She rests her hand on your shoulder, clearly worried.

-Yeah baby I'm okay, I was just lost in thought, that's all. -Surely you didn't lie to her... but you didn't tell her the whole truth as well.

-Is it because of the new construction site rules?

-Sort of yeah, I have the feeling they're withholding information.

-Well babe don't you worry for now for that, it's Saturday, we have to rest.

-You're right babe. What would I do without you? -You clenched your nose playfully to ask her for a kiss.

-You'd be lost, probably even still at the grocery store not knowing what to buy for last night's dinner. -She chuckles and she tips on her toes to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

-I love you, my sweet bunny.

-I love you two, my handsome puppy.

I think perhaps I should've warned about these sweet times, for diabetic people this might not be good for you.

-What are we going to have for breakfast? -She asks once the coffee is poured and you two meet at the table to discuss your day.

-I was thinking of some grilled cheese sandwiches and smoothies.

-Oh, really? -She looks to one side thinking of it but either way accepts the offer. -Sure babe, but we don't have anything for grilled cheese.

-I know, I'm going to order takeout, I want to spend my morning cuddling with you. -You pout as she do with puppy eyes hoping she'd say yes.

-Okay okay babe... -She chuckles. -Come here. -She takes your wrist and walks to the couch where she sits in between your legs and wrapping herself around with your arms. -Babe I.. I want to ask you something, it's... kind of important.

Your heart beats rapidly, anxious and unsure on what to do, what is she wanting to speak about?

-You know you can trust me, honey, of course, talk to me. -You nuzzle your face in the crook of her neck and hold her tight.

-You... you think... -Her voice fades, speaking in such a low voice it's only a faint whisper in the air. -You think I've put on weight? I... I feel like my thighs and belly are getting bigger...

-Wait, honey, is that why you've been eating less? -You ask clearly concerned.

-I thought you wouldn't notice... -She says with a small crack on her voice.

-Babe... -You chuckle slightly obviously not trying to offend her. -I'm worried you might get sick if you don't eat well, for the rest, I don't care... -You start to caress her arms and belly trying to reassure her. -If you feel that you need to do so, I'll support you exercising or eating more veggies, but trust me. -You whisper closer to her ear with a loving voice. -You're perfect just the way you are. Bigger thighs? You know me, that's my favourite feature from you along with your smile and your aroma... Bigger belly? You're just more huggable.

Your words get to her heart, speeding it up so much she feels her own heartbeat on her ears, she goes red and flustered with your words up to the point a small tear of joy falls down her cheek.

-You... you mean it? -Her voice cracking almost going to cry.

-Babe, I really don't care, you can turn brunette instead of your pink hair, or perhaps go bobcut... Hell, you could go bald, gain weight, stop doing your makeup and I'll still love you with all my heart. -You let go of her belly and spin her around gently so she can face you, then you place your right hand on her cheek very gently, caressing slowly. -You're the love of my life, and there's absolutely nothing that could make me love you less.

She leans into your touch, feeling peaceful and reassured with your words, but the faint thought of her insecurities still linger in her brain.

-But... wouldn't you like me to be thinner? -She pouts avoiding your gaze.

-Why would I? Would you stop being Jung Eunbi if you changed or if you gained a pound or two?

-Well... no, but... -You gently lift up her chin to make her meet your eyes.

-No, right? I fell in love with Jung Eunbi, not the body of Jung Eunbi, as long as my baby is still there, I really don't care how you look. -Right after this you clean up the tear that threatens to fall down her cheek.

-You're just too kind to me, you're just saying those words... -She pouts.

Unable to think of anything else to say than the truth that reigns in your heart you just do the first thing that comes to your mind.

You quickly lean forward and press your lips softly against hers, you close your eyes and hum in content, your left hand wanders to her waist and presses her lower back, pushing her body against yours.

-Would you stop loving me if tomorrow I go bald? -You ask after separating your lips from hers.

Her cheeks are blushing wildly and she looks for her breath softly. -No... I wouldn't, but please don't do it, I love your curly hair. -She chuckles feeling reassured by your words and your actions.

-I won't babe, but you get my point, right?

-I... I do, thank you so much sweetie, I love you so much. -She hugs you and nuzzles against your chest, crying slightly out of pure joy and thankfulness by the thought of you loving her that much.

-I love you so much as well, my sweet Eunha.

[snailstrailz]

President Godzilla and Vice president Mothra (good ending)

I'm gonna pretend I woke up in the universe where Godzilla sweeps both Trump and Harris in the polls

[weedle-testaburger]

it's a shame we don't talk more about how insane south park lore is. aliens exist, like to anal probe people and speak cow. jesus has a public access tv show. there's a mecha-godzilla who is also barbara streisand. cartman accidentally killed his own dad by turning him into chilli. crab people live under the city and invented queer eye. butters got a shuriken in his eye and just got better. stan has alcoholism and severe mental health issues. tweek and craig started dating because girls drew yaoi art of them. mr garrison became trump, was president for 4 years and then went back to being a teacher once trump lost irl. satan got killed by manbearpig, a half-man half-bear half-pig creature that's the manifestation of climate change. randy murdered winnie the pooh. the british monarchy are all canadian. cartman has had two batshit redemption arcs- one prompted by everyone smashing his tech and a girl showing him her pussy, and the other where he grew up to be a rabbi. obviously yes i get why people don't like this show, but you're missing out on so much crazy shit