#commit to the bit put your whole pussy into it???

[mamawasatesttube]

i will preface this with that im aware that it doesn't actually matter gdjgfkh but im still so bewildered by how many different ways people come up with to mix up kon's two names instead of just using them as two names, even though they DO use two separate names for clark. like people are out here going kon el kent, or kon kent, or most egregiously konner kent but i have never once seen kal kent, kal el kent, or... kalark kent? what's up with all that.

[quarterlifekitty]

Desperate times

Based on the results of this post and poll

cw: dark content. Kidnapping, threats, drugging, noncon, restraint, the whole shebang.

❌ Gaz is starting to feel a little disheartened, babe. You don’t seem as committed to making this work as he is… But that’s okay. He told you he loved you, and love means always being willing to put in the effort, yeah? So if the public approaches aren’t working, maybe you need something more private. It’s easy to get one of his mates to follow you around bars, wait for the perfect moment, and slip something in your drink. It’s easy to know when on the walk home there won’t be any witnesses. The hard part is going to be training you out of hissing and spitting when he gives you sweet words and gentle touches. That’s no way for a bird to treat her man, not when he’s gone through so much for her.

❌Soap is starting to feel a little… restless. This was fun at first, this game of trying to win you back, of cornering you like he was some kind of creep, but now? He just wants his bonnie. He needs you, and he knows you’ll never be as happy with anyone else as you are with him. He starts right from when you wake up after that night of reigniting your passions. You’re saying things you don’t mean, things you’ll regret— and he’s never been able to keep his cool when you get emotional. So if he wraps his hands around your throat and squeezes until you still, he can’t be the only one to blame. Now, he’ll be the first to admit that his worship of your body last night was just a wee bit lackluster… he was too excited for the main event. When you wake up, tied to his bed and gagged, he won’t be making the same mistake. In fact, best start on it now.

⭕️ Ghost doesn’t keep it casual. He doesn’t take baby steps. Just as soon as you return one of his calls, you can barely say hello before he says “I’m comin’ over, dovie.” You’ve never seen him smile like he did on that day before, and quite frankly, you never want to see it again. He looks sick. Drunk on just his proximity to you. He attacks you with his mouth once you answer the door, grunting between heaving breaths that he knew, knew you’d come around, knew you were a good girl, knew you’d never wanna force him to do something he didn’t want to do. He takes you on a few surfaces before he can finally pull his mind together enough to take you to a real bed. Tells you he’s gonna put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly so this can’t happen again, because honestly? He doesn’t wanna tell you what will happen if it does.

❌Nikolai thought it was cute at first, seeing you try to play at being the big, strong, independent girl. But while his love for you is endless, his patience isn’t. The longer he lets this go on, the more training you’ll need when you come back. So he decides to do the merciful thing, and take you home. It’s a shame you didn’t behave— he would’ve let you sit in the passenger seat with his hand on your thigh the way you used to love. Instead he had to drag you into the back, chemicals soaked in the cloth he put over your mouth and nose. It doesn’t do well for a princess to be out of her tower. No, it isn’t good for anyone, least of all the princess. You don’t realize the dragon is collared and chained to you, that’s okay— he’ll just have to put you in a collar and chains of your own while you get used to things again. Maybe you’d be a little happier with your life inside if you had something little and sweet to take care of, like he does? He could get you that, malýshka. You don’t even need to ask.

I was thinking of making this the last in the series, but maybe we can push it further?

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

TW: Drug Use - Marijuana

Transcript under the cut

Jonathan & Malcolm: Grandma Queenie!

Queenie: Hello boys. I see your mother is taking yet another trip out of state.

Jonathan: Mommy is making a house for a movie star!

Queenie: Hmm. Well. You two must be hungry. Poor things. Come inside, I’ll have lunch prepared.

Malcolm: I want peanut butter and grape jam with no crust on them!

Queenie: Anything for my boys.

Nancy: We can leave now. Take me to the airport, Andrew.

Driver: Yes, Mrs. Landgraab.

Nancy Narrates: [If I spent too much time with my sons at home, I was losing focus on the business. If I was buried under my work, then I was neglecting them. No matter what I did, there was no pleasing her]

Nancy Narrates: [So I focused on my work and on my friendship with Judith. Each time I flew out to Del Sol Valley to check on the progress of The Ward Den, I’ve grown to know the global superstar. I’ve grown to love her too]

Nancy Narrates: [I was beginning to realize, wealth was one thing. Fame was something entirely different. For the first time in my life, people looked at me, not through me and I had Judy to thank for that]

Fan: Oh my god! I love your movies, Ms. Ward! We’re your biggest fans!

Judith: Oh, how cute. Who can I make this out to?

Fan: Oh, please Mrs. Landgraab, can I have your autograph?

Nancy: You want my autograph? Really?

Fan: Oh, yes please! I admire everything you do! God, I want to be you! A power woman. Ah! Meeting you feels like a dream!

Nancy: I- wow. I’d be happy to.

Judith: You were born to be a star, Nan.

Nancy Narrates: [And as promised, I gave her the house of her dreams, with the view of the entire world from her balcony]

-

[cork pop]

Judith: WOO! Time to pregame before the real party starts, Nan!

Nancy: [exhales] Hmm. I haven’t smoked pot since college.

Judith: It’s legal in DSV. I even got a prescription for it, for anxiety.

Nancy: If I wasn’t an east coast girl, I’d consider moving out here.

Judith: The Hills isn’t just for movie stars, you know. You’re making quite the name for yourself and there’s a calling for talented female architects. You could tap into the market like nothing.

Nancy: No, I’d never hear the end of it. My mother hates what I’m doing. The Landgraabs are supposed to be noble, humble philanthropist not celebrity icons.

Judith: Fuck her, respectfully. I divorced my parents and was emancipated at 16 so I could protect my assets and my goddamn sanity. I don’t regret it one bit. You have your own name to consider. That old bag can stuff it.

Nancy: Right.. I don’t want to ruin my high, darling. Let’s change the subject.

Judith: Alright. So tell me, friend. What else haven’t you done since college?

Nancy: [snorts] Not much. I was a very good girl.

Judith: Oh bullshit. There’s no cameras here, you don’t have to put on a show for me.

Nancy: I’m serious. I hit the books. Partied very little. Went to church every Sunday.

Judith: And apparently you smoked pot.

Nancy: [smirks] Apparently so.

Judith: You are such a little mystery to me.

Nancy: Maybe that’s a good thing.

Judith: Give me something. I tell you everything, I don’t want this to be one sided.

Nancy: [hums] I guess, when I was younger, I had- thoughts of sorts. I still do.

Judith: Thoughts? About?

Nancy: I guess...thoughts about women.

Judith: Oh, honey, don’t we all!

Judith: I think that’s normal. Women are passionate creatures! We love with our whole selves, with our mind, our body, our entire being. We crave likeness, at least I do. I feel incredibly sated in talking with you than with a man, even if he was a lover.

Nancy: I’m not talking about friendship, Judy.

Judith: No? Oh!

Judith: Ahhh, I see! You know, I do think women are very sexy. Not sure if I could commit to the whole eating pussy thing. I could receive it though. You?

Nancy: I think about it so much that I fear the desire for it will consume me.

Nancy: The wanting—the ache—is so deep inside of me that nothing can reach it. I used to be able to ignore it, but now it just sits there, tormenting me and gnawing at me from the inside. I’ve.. never said it out loud before until now.

Judith: [gasps softly] Oh my.

Nancy: [sniffs] You think that’s strange?

Judith: No, I think it’s hauntingly beautiful. Have you ever thought about fulfilling those desires?

Nancy: You mean... go sleep with a woman?

Judith: Why not?

Nancy: I’m married. I could never do something like that to my husband. Besides, it’s just silly, little thoughts. It means nothing.

Judith: It hardly means nothing, Nan. Listen, I love ya to pieces. Should you ever choose to do what you want and lose some control, I will love you then too.

-

Nancy Narrates: [Lose control? The very thing that I clung to in this life? I couldn’t fathom it. Who would I be if I gave into the things I truly wanted]

Nancy Narrates: [So, when it came to a lesson in losing control-]

Nancy Narrates: [life introduced me to Lily Feng]

Lily: Mind if I sit my drink here?

Nancy: No, not all.

Lily: You’ll have to forgive me, I am a bit nervous. It’s not everyday I get to meet my idol. I hear you designed The Ward Den, it’s marvelous.

Nancy: Thank you. A little out of my element, but I liked the challenge. I didn’t catch your name.

Lily: Lillian Feng. You can call me Lily, if you like.

Nancy: Are you from here?

Lily: Oh, no. I’m from Tomarang, originally. I live in San Myshuno. I’m new to the area, still getting my footing in my practice.

Nancy: My office is in San Myshuno. What do you do?

Lily: I’m an interior designer. I own and manage a small, modest firm. Popular in the east, but I’m hoping to make a name for myself here in the states.

Nancy: You own your own firm? Wow, that’s- amazing. I don’t meet many women in your position. Especially not in this field.

Lily: It certainly wasn’t easy. I have to claw my way to the top. When it’s a man’s game, you can’t play it nice and safe, although I’m sure you’re aware.

Nancy: Unfortunately so. Have you any prospects since moving to San Myshuno?

Lily: [tsks] It’s quite the competitive market. There appears to be a whole network I can’t seem to tap into. I have had my eyes on the Dreamer project.

Nancy: [blushes] Ah well, it’s likely because of me- well, my company. I’ve yet to acquire it. Anyway, it’s who you know that gets you through the door in this business. The Landgraab Co. tops the market.

Lily: What a shame. That would make you my biggest competition, wouldn’t it? And such a pretty threat too.

Nancy: Ah. Well. That’s...kind of you to say. Um.

Lily: Oh, my drink!

Nancy: I-I can grab it for you-

Lily: Don’t fuss, I’ll get it.

Nancy: [gasps]

Lily: Now, we were talking about the Dreamer Project. So, you’re familiar with it?

Nancy: Mhm..

Lily: I hear the City Council is looking to expand San Myshuno with an entirely new district. It will be the biggest project of the decade.

Nancy: Mhm. Y-yes.

Lily: Any chance that Mayor Dreamer made a inquiry with the Landgraab Company?

Nancy: I...I can’t say.

Lily: [chuckles] I’m only teasing. I know you’d never reveal your hand so easily. Besides, it should be a given. The project sounds perfect for the Landgraabs, being as though the Dreamers are likely interested in classical architecture.

Nancy: Actually, the project is more modern. High tech.

Lily: Huh. Is it now? Who would have thought?

Lily: It’s been a pleasure speaking with you. I’m happy to have met you.

Nancy: [breathlessly] I’m happy to have met you too. Are you leaving?

Lily: I have an early flight. The city never sleeps, and neither do I.

Lily: But I’m sure you’ll see me around.

[glassica]

Surprise boyfriend

Notes: M!yan x F!reader, non-con, sexual language, cursing, pregnancy trapping, blackmailing threats

"Hey Y/N, heard you go out with Ray right?"

You spat out the remaining cold brew. You? Go out with whom???

People must've assumed you were into him after seeing your exchanges at the party. But you swear that wasn't that serious at all! You were just fooling around to kill time!

- No. Who told you that?

- Ray posted about you all over his insta. Yeah right you don't use that app... But what do you mean you two aren't dating!?

You took one look at your friend's phone. Lo and behold, countless pictures of you and him holding hands and acting all lovey-dovey like a real couple. Your brain juggled through the hazy memories to see when the selfies were taken but oh dear, you were so drunk off the mind on that night to recall everything.

- Ray, excuse me. Do you have a moment?

- Sweetie I always have time for you. What do baby want from me now? ~

His cheesy line brought shattering earthquakes to your brain. God this man had zero shame, or you had been cursed to carry the embarrassment baggage on his behalf. "If we were alone I'd rip his ass off right instant." - you thought. "And I'll never have time for your goofy ass."

- I believe you misunderstood our relationship. I must've said something deceitful to you during at the party and I'll take responsibility for that. I don't plan to date you or anyone, Ray. I'm so sorry for misleading you.

You spoke in a remorseful tone. Though not able to recollect what nonsense the mouth had blabbered, you felt like owning him an apology regardless. Kids this was why you should never let peer pressure get to you and drink over limits, you never knew if one day you accidentally being entangled with some jackass.

Surprisingly Ray's expression didn't seem to fazed for a bit. On the contrary, the grin on his face got even more ominous and deranged, alerted your sixth sense that nothing coming out from this man was any good: It was a grave mistake involving him in your life.

"My baby wanna break up with me? Oh sweetheart how could you abandon me like that? Have you forgot your little promises to me about love and loyalty? Didn't you say I was your type, that your greatest wish was to be wrapped in my arms every night and showered your body with plenty of kisses?"

Freak. Weirdo. Creep.

How could anyone breath in the same direction of this guy and not get their skin crawled for a second? You were both amused and pissed off witnessing this whole circus show, wondering how out mind you were last Friday to be attracted to this walking joke of a man.

Get this over quickly, or you would end up committing some atrocities on that stupid face.

"I wasn't sober at the time. I must've been spewing rubbish. I'm really sorry for lying to you Ray, but can you please take down those pictures?"

"Why should I? I need to show off everyone my Sweetie's already taken, so that no one could touch you. Besides," - Ray tucked his head over your shoulder, the eerily off-putting grin grew even wider as he whispered softly to your ears, "those pics aren't the only proof of our unshakable bond."

He trailed off, calmly put a hand on your belly.

Your mind went blank.

"BITCH! YOU FUCKING RAPED ME!?"

"Now now. You hurt my heart, Sweetie. How could you accuse me of such heinous crime when all I did so much to give you such good time on bed? And don't lie, your pussy was cumming hard for my crotch. I still can recall those pretty little buds-"

Just then, Ray felt a burning heat on his left cheek. You were done. Completely dropped off manners. Eyes flaming with disgust and resentment while both hands clenching fist furiously, you became a wild animal determined to chew off its prey to the bone. You didn't care about anything else, any consequences after, your absolute goal at the moment was to tear this asshole to shreds.

But Ray was infuritatingly nonchalant, cocky even. He wasn't bothered for a bit when facing your wrath. Rubbing hand on the reddish cheek, he continued:

"Don't you believe you can brush your hand away from me, love. I don't like anyone seeing my angel in her purest form, but I have no problem releasing those clips."

A sadistic chuckle let out of his mouth observing the bloodthirst drained out from your face. If you didn't want him as your prince, then he wouldn't hesitate becoming the big bad villain tainting your life forever.

Ray caught your lifeless body in a loving embrace, just like that Friday night, and many more nights in the future.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

A biker's true loves

Funny Sonny x reader | SMUT🔞

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Sonny couldn't stop shaking beside you, his usual charms completely overrun by childlike wonder as you stepped into the bikeshop. He had gotten his license not long ago and the two of you had saved up enough to get him his own bike for his birthday, working full time jobs and making sure not to spend a lot on takeout and other unnecessary things.

"That's quite the commitment you're making there, kid. You sure you're up for it?" The salesman was clearly toying with him, looking atthe way he was all smiles and banter, bjt Sonny kept happily rambling on about all his research and his long time planning everything. Basically you heard his entire life story before you even got to the specific bike he had chosen to get.

Then the conversation moved far away from your knowledge and into technical stuff, so far you zoned out for a bit.

Only when it came to paying you were back to reality to round off the whole deal and listen to the salesman's information.

When everything was said and done you cautiously followed Sonny home in your car, after he'd complained about you not riding with him for fifteen more minutes once you were outside.

"Sonny, if you knew you wanted to ride home together, we should have taken the bus." You jingled your car keys in front of you. "Can't really leave it here, ya know."

On the way home you had all the privacy to come up with a changed plan for the day. Originally you'd planned to put on some cute lingerie and spend the rest of the day fucking and ordering his favorite takeout, but you knew that plan went to shit the second he brought home that bike. It was his main love for now, with you in close second place.

But that did make it easy to go past him at home to still change into that cute set you bought, but now needing to wear his favorite jacket over it so you'd be covered enough as you stepped ouside behind your shared trailer where Sonny his bike under the extended roof.

"Hey baby." You stepped over to where he sat crouched next to his bike, softly dragging your hand over his broad back, onto his shoulder and ending on his cheek, making him look up at you.

"Shit, today keeps gettin' better huh." He smirked up at you, a hand trailing up the back of your thigh to grab a handfull of your ass and kissing up your thigh. He slowly got to his knees and kept kissing upward on your front, biting at your chest as he stood up. He was practically devouring you, all teeth and tongue from your lips to your chest and back, leaving marks all over your flesh.

"All this for me?" Sonny's stubble scratched your cheek as he smiled, whispering in your ear.

"Anything for you, baby." You draped your arms around his shoulders, lacing your fingers in his hair and tugging at the roots. In return is hands went back to groping your ass, moving down to your thighs and lifting you up against him.

With a squeal you tightened your grip on him as he hauled you on top of his bike, laying you down over the tank and followed suit, sitting down on the seat.

In this position you could feel his hard-on press against you, making you roll your hips ina teasing matter. "All of this for me?" You mimicked his tone from before and earned a smug grin in return.

"Only for you, baby." Sonny's grip tightened around your hips as he ground your hips together, earning a soft moan from you.

"You can do better than that, lemme hear ya." He leaned down to grab your tits and pull them free from your bra, still grinding his hard cock against your clothed pussy as he kissed you deeply.

His hands left a burning trail, fueling the need for him to use you to his heart's content.

"S.. Sonny, please fuck me." You whined, no shame to be found. Your neighbors already knew you fucked like rabbits, and Sonny's other favorite thing to do was to show you off. The jacket you had on now hung loose over your shoulders, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him in closer. "I need you, baby.."

Sonny's hands trailed down, one to undo his jeans and one to sneak under your lacy panties. Gathering your slick on his fingers he pulled them away from you again and licked them clean. He moaned at the taste. "So good, wanna have it for every meal."

With his cock pulled free he moved your panties to the side and rubbed his length between your folds.

"Please, baby.." Desperation was dripping from your every word. Needy and squirming against his hard cock.

"Please what? Words, love." His teasing continued as he waited for you to speak up, rubbing his tip across your entrance.

"Please use me, Sonny I want you to fuck me.." With a chuckle and a pat on the thigh you were rewarded with the press of his cock inside of you, inch by inch with every thrust of his hips. "Good girl."

The drag of his length against your sensitive walls had you mewling, grabbing at his broad shoulders to ground yourself. The way you clamped around him with every thrust, meeting him halfway with your own roll of your hips was pulling him closer and closer to the edge, grunting and groaning. Every shove of his body against yours had the imprints of the tank press further into your back but you didn't care. He felt too good to care about anything else.

Sonny moved his hand off your hip to skillfully rub at your clit, knowing exactly what to do to get you crying out, clenching around him as you came. The clench of your walls made him groan out, only lasting a couple more thrusts before finishing as well.

Over the years Sonny's love for bikes and the culture around them only grew. The plans of saving up for a house going down the drain with his new lifestyle.

To outsiders it may even have looked like Sonny only had one love, his bike. But the ones who were familiar with him all knew that was far from the truth.

Sonny not much longer found a group of likeminded folk, coming home adorning their sigil on his back after seeing them a couple of times.

From that day on he never went anywhere without it. The sleeveless denim was a part of him as much as he was part of the club.

What started as a hobby had slipped into a lifestyle, but he made sure to never exclude you. Anyone who knew Sonny knew you as well, and knew to keep their hands to themselves or they'd earn themselves a beating.

Over the years, as the denim earned more patches, pins and other accessoires, Sonny's hair grew long and his time on the road had him smoke way more and forget basic daylies like brushing his teeth.

You watched it take its toll, but you never tried to force him into fixing it.

He'd be enough of a gentleman to still only smoke outside, and always carry mints on the road if you traveled together.

Yeah, Sonny these days looked nothing like the boy you fell in love with all those years ago, but he was still your Sonny.

"Ain't that right, baby?" A hand smacking your ass pulled you from your thoughts and almost made you drop the can from your hands. It earned you a laugh and a kiss to the temple, his hand snaking around yiur waist to pull you in closer. "Wanna share with the boys what ya were daydreaming about?"

You looked around the group, seeing all the bikers standing, hanging and sitting around the fire drinking and partying. "Well.." You needed a swig from your drink to get rid of the lump in your throat, suddenly being the centre of attention without seeing it coming.

"You eh.. mentioned how long we'd been together before." Figgeting with the can lid you glanced up at Sonny beside you. "My mind kinda drifted off to when you got your first bike." You tried to hide your blush after insinuating what exactly you were talking about. Because everyone knew what you were talking about. Sonny was so proud of you, he often overshared after a few drinks.

"Sonny, man. Can't believe you haven't married that one yet!" One of the older bikers commented, one who had known the two of you for all that time. Cheers and agreeing yowls went through the whole group, only shushing when you made a dismissive noise. "Neh, y'all know Sonny's married to his bike already." Your arm wrapped around him and squeezed him affectionately. "There's no way I can beat her!"

Another fit of laughs erupted from the bikers, but all Sonny could do was stare at you with raised brows and a smile. "If you want me on my knees for you, all you gotta do is ask."

It was crazy how Sonny always managed to be the most lovable guy and the most disgusting idiot at the same time. "Oh baby," you turned to stand in frknt of him, making sure everyone could get a good look of the two of you, especially the young ones who were still easy to gross out. "you bet you're gonna be on your knees for me tonight.."

The can in your hands, still half full fell to the ground. The noise attracting even more eyes before your hands founds his jacket and beard, tugging to make him bend down to your level and shoving your tongue down his throat.

A mixture of cheers, laughs and grossed out reactions rung through the air at your display. Sonny's smirk was clear against the corner of your mouth as he grabbed your ass with both hands and tapped your thigh, signailing you to jump.

Soft giggles escaped you as you buried your face in the crook of Sonny's neck.

"See that, boys?" His large hands still held your weight up against his body, carrying you with ease. "If your woman's your biggest priority, you'll get yourself a prize lady like this one." He gave your thigh a soft pat as he started walk off towards his bike. "We're gonna go have some fun."

The ratty motel everyone was staying at had its parking space littered with bikes, most rooms occupied by the bikers that night. Much to your guys' luck, because if it wasn't for your friends being used to your excessive lovemaking you'd been kicked out before the first hour was up.

"Fuck, Sonny yes.." Your voice echoed through the door of your room, being returned with loud knocking and chants "Quiet down for fuck's sake!" every once in a while.

Not that you were going to be quiet anytime soon, Sonny made a habit of fucking you to sleep when you were out on the road.

"So good, riding my cock like that." Sonny's back was propped up against the pillows. Hands on your hips guiding your pace as you bounced on his lengrh. Moaning and whining, begging to cum. You were so tired, it being deep into the night already but Sonny's energy seemed to be endless.

He started picking up on your fatigue and agreed it was getting time to rest, using his hands to help you over the edge with a long winded whine before finishing himself too a few thrusts later. You collapsed on top of him with a groan that matched his, needing to catch your breaths before Sonny could utter the fist words.

"I need you to marry me.."

[heartsforvin]

ONE OF THE GIRLS

toxic!vinnie at your service 🙏🏼

buckle up, this a long one

pairing: fwb!vinnie hacker x fwb!reader

warnings: smut, toxic relationship, cheating ?? , cussing, arguing, jealousy, use of pet names, oral (m receiving), creampie, nipple play ??, mild slapping, if i missed anything lmk !!

summary: the friends with benefits relationship you have with vinnie is definitely way different from most

it was no secret vinnie was labeled as the “player” type, everyone knew it. he was careful, of course, but just wasn’t the one for commitment.

he had said that to you the minute before he pumped his thick load inside you three weeks ago.

that’s when this all started — friends with benefits. except, you and vinnie weren’t really friends, more like, you two knew each other and wanted the same thing — sex.

he had a flirty but sort of a manipulative personality, one where he can make you think he’s actually into you but he’s not.

you’ve met guys like him in the past, guys who’d lovebomb you until you got it through your head that they actually meant every word they’d say.

you knew better by now than to believe his words. he’d constantly tell you all these things, but you knew he meant none of it.

that’s when you made it clear to him, that you just wanted to be one of his girls.

one of the girls who he fucked whenever he wanted. you were basically just a thing to him.

his to use, his to please. it was rare he’d let you do certain things to him like he did you, though.

you could never stay mad at him for too long.

especially when he’s got you pinned against a wall, hands above your head, and he’s whispering the most descriptive things he wants to do to you.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

“f-fuck vinnie, please.” you moan out as he’s got you ass up face down on the bed.

he’s not being the slightest bit of gentle with you, his claim being he had a bad day.

“shut up,” he pants as his hips thrusting harshly into yours, the only sound in the room being your shared moans and skin slapping. “don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it from you today.”

the first thing vinnie did when he got home was text you and tell you to come over. he didn’t ask politely, he simply said, “had a bad day, need to take care of it.”

you had almost told him no, that you had plans for the night and that he’d have to take care of himself.

you knew that if you said no, it could sometimes lead to consequences. vinnie tended to put his needs before yours when it came to your arrangement, he had a very bad aftercare routine, one that was almost nonexistent.

you managed to deal with it though, since it had been awhile since you two started this whole thing.

you opened your mouth to speak but the blonde behind you has beat you to it, pushing your head down farther in the pillow as he spoke.

“you’re bein’ so good for me princess,” he breathes out. “fuckin’ love this tight little pussy.”

a loud moan slips from you once he mutters those words and you feel a harsh smack to your ass after.

vinnie smiles as he sees the skin turn red as he grips and squeezes the flesh of your ass.

you soon feel vinnie pull out of you right as you were about to tell him you were close. you turn your head and see him sitting up on his knees.

“get up.” is all he says before smacking your ass and sitting at the edge of the bed.

you don’t even have to ask what he wants you to do, you already know by the way he’s sat on the bed.

“you know what to do.” he says sternly, you nod and walk to the end of the bed and sink to your knees in front of him.

you push his legs apart and take his cock in your hand, giving him a few strokes before sucking him off.

vinnie tilts his head back and moans. “fuck, baby.”he lifts his head and watches as you take him in your mouth, smiling down at you.

you gag when you feel vinnie push your head down farther on him. you look up at him and roll your eyes at his action.

“take it like good girl, c’mon.” he rasps, watching as you bob your head up and down on him.

you moan around him and vinnie’s hips involuntarily buck as you do, making his cock hit the back of your throat.

“yeah that’s it, good fuckin’ girl. takin’ me so good, baby.” the praise goes straight to your head, making you more wet as time went on.

vinnie threads his fingers through your hair, his sweet side finally showing. you look up at him with glossy eyes as he gives you a fake sympathy look.

although you can tell he’s giving you a fake sympathetic look, you take him threading his fingers through your hair as if sign that his good mood is finally coming.

you continue to bob your head up and down on him as you move your hand down to your pussy and start to rub your clit.

it doesn’t take long for vinnie to notice and his movements in your hair stop immediately, giving you a warning look.

“the fuck are you doing?” your mouth immediately pulls away from him, a string of spit connecting as you pull away.

you give him puppy dog eyes, telling him you’re sorry without actually saying it and vinnie just rolls his eyes.

“can’t even suck my cock without you trying to get pleasure out of it.” his tone is rough, almost makes you cry as he says it.

he doesn’t give you a minute to speak your own words before he pushes you back down on him, tears welling in your eyes.

you continue your actions, vinnie occasionally thrusting his hips up to make the process faster.

after another minute of your actions, you hear vinnie moan out profanities as he warns you he’s about to cum.

“shit baby, gonna cum,” he tells you as you speed up your movements. “gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

you hum around him and that’s all it takes for vinnie to spill his load down your throat.

you lift off him and immediately stick your tongue out without being asked, earning a smile from vinnie.

“good girl, c’mre.” he pats his thigh and you smile and stand up, straddling his thigh. you can’t tell the look on his face, and you don’t know if he’s about to snap again or not.

you squirm on his thigh, your wet cunt grinding against him, making the boy chuckle. “you needy girl.” he says when he feels you move against him.

you look up at him, lower lip tugging between your teeth as you grab onto his shoulders and start to grind on him.

“you wanna get off on my thigh?” he asks as if he doesn’t know what you want.

you nod with a smile and vinnie smiles too, but it quickly disappears. “too bad, hold it. i gotta be somewhere in the next fifteen minutes, you can let yourself out, right?”

you huff as you get off him, putting your clothes back on as your heart sank in your chest.

you wished vinnie would take care of you the way you did with him. maybe in another universe.

you finish up getting dressed and fix your hair up a bit before walking out of vinnie’s room without a word, walking straight out the front door and to the elevator.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

your phone starts ringing and it’s almost too loud for you to even hear it. you pull it out of your pocket and roll your eyes when you see vinnie’s name appear.

clicking on the power button, choosing to ignore the call and enjoy your time out with friends.

you and your friends had decided to go out to the club since it was a friday night and no one had to be anywhere in the morning.

you knew if vinnie found out you were out at a club he’d be pissed, which you never understood, that’s why you didn’t mention it to him or answer his call.

he was the overly possessive type, even though you two weren’t even together exclusively. it honestly pissed you off, you were allowed to do whatever you wanted.

to vinnie though, you were only his. if he ever saw or even found out you either talked to or kissed another man, he would make your life a living hell.

you had mentioned to your friends that you were heading to the bathroom and then back over to the bar. they replied and you had made your way to your first stop.

once done in the bathroom, as you’re walking to the bar, a guy stops you, flashing a smile at you.

“hey beautiful, can i buy you a drink?” he asks and for a minute you want to say no, but you decide to agree.

the two of you make your way to the bar and you tell him which drink you want. when the bartender hands it to you, you thank both the guy and the bartender with a smile.

the two of you sit at the bar and get to know each other for a bit while more drinks were ordered.

you had told him that you should probably get back to your friends so you stood up, before you could walk away he grabbed you by the arm.

“hey wait,” the guy who had told you his name was jay say. “you single? i’d love to take you out sometime.” he asks.

you blush and sip your drink before leaning in to kiss him. with a few drinks in you, you had no clear mind of what you were doing really.

“i’ll see you around.” is all you say when you pull away, giving him a wink before you walk back to your friends.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

the next morning you had woken up with a pounding headache and the noise of your phones text tone going off.

as you made it out of bed you immediately headed to the bathroom. once done in there, you checked your phone only to find vinnie texting you non stop throughout the night.

you laughed at his texts, for not being an exclusive couple, he really did text you frequently.

you replied to them and made your way to the kitchen to eat breakfast. as you were preparing some food, you heard someone knocking on your door.

it was vinnie and he definitely did not look happy.

you opened your door and were about to speak, but vinnie pushed you out of the way and slammed the door.

“what is this?” he asked, frustration visible in his tone.

his phone was directly in your face and there was a picture of you kissing the guy from the bar last night.

you had absolutely no idea who took the photo, how it got out, and how vinnie ended up seeing it.

“obviously it’s me kissing a guy.” you told bluntly, as if it wasn’t obvious.

vinnie rolled his eyes. “no shit, smartass,” he sighed. “why the fuck are you kissing him, who is he?”

you walked back to the counter where you were making breakfast. “some guy i met at the club last night.” you told him.

vinnie almost made you cut off a finger with the way he grabbed you. you yelped in pain and shock as his fingers dug into your scalp.

“who is he?” he asked, punctuating every word as his nails dug deeper in your hair, tugging it at this point.

you avoided eye contact, not wanting to respond to him. vinnie hooked his finger under your chin and made you look at him.

“i-i told you, some guy i met.” you replied as his face came mere inches to yours.

he chuckled, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he darts his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“either you tell me the real answer or i fuck it outta’ you, your choice, sweetheart.”

you clench your legs together at the sentence that leaves his mouth. vinnie looks down and laughs when he sees what you did.

“tell me now or i’ll force it outta’ that pretty mouth of yours.” his voice gets deep as he speaks, his mouth so close to yours it’s hard not to give in and kiss him.

you attempt to speak but no words come out of your mouth. vinnie takes that as his sign and connects his lips with yours.

wrapping your arms around his neck, vinnie deepens the kiss, making you moan into his mouth.

he moves his hands lower down your body, squeezing your ass once he reaches it.

he taps your thigh, signaling for you to jump up. you do and he catches you, holding you from under your thighs.

as the heated kiss continues, vinnie walks you both to your room, pushing you against the door to shut it.

you tighten your legs around his waist as his mouth moves from yours to your neck, sucking just enough to make a bruise form against your skin.

“vin.” you moan as he continues to mark up your skin.

he smiles against your skin before pulling away to look at your swollen, plump lips. he pulls the collar of your shirt down and starts to kiss that part of your body, eliciting a moan from your lips.

finally, he walks over to your bed and puts you on it, not the slightest bit gentle.

“strip.” is all he tells you as he watches you remove your shirt.

soon, you’re completely bare in front of him. vinnie looks at you dead in the eyes as he unbuckles his belt and discards his clothes like you did yours.

he pushes you up so your head is laying against a pillow. he kisses you quickly before attaching his lips to your left breast.

you moan loudly as his tongue flicks over your nipple and his hand massages your right breast. he leaves hickeys on both, showing each attention.

his hand moves from your tits to his cock, stroking himself a few times before looking up at you and pushing himself into you.

“shit,” he grunts as he bottoms out. “so fuckin’ tight f’me.”

a loud moan erupts from you as he enters you, nails digging into the tattoo on his back as he does.

vinnie finally moves, his thrusts being slow and gentle at first, but you know it won’t last long.

“you wanna tell me who that fucker is now, huh?” he asks, thrusts becoming faster as the seconds pass. 

your tits bounce in vinnie’s face with each movement he makes. he smirks and smacks them, making you gasp and look up at him.

“i-i-“ you can’t even speak, the pleasure of vinnie’s thick cock thrusting in and out making your brain mush.

vinnie rolls his eyes, hips moving impossibly faster as he reaches down and pinches one of your nipples with his forefinger.

“you can do better than that.” he says as you clench around him.

“what’s wrong? you had so much to say earlier, am i fuckin’ you too good?” he asks in a condescending tone.

you can’t even respond, his cock is hitting every right spot, making your body fill with immense pleasure.

vinnie laughs as he pulls out just enough so only his tip is inside you, you whine, feeling empty before a loud moan is heard from you when he pushes back into you suddenly.

“yeah, i know baby. no one fucks you as good as me, huh?” you bite your lip and nod your head.

“gonna— hold it, i’m not there yet.” vinnie cuts you off, knowing what you’re about to say.

you clench around him when you feel him hit your cervix, a deep groan is heard from the man above you.

“gonna fill this pretty pussy up, gonna have you leakin’ for days.” vinnie speaks, making you nod your head.

you’re too far gone to know what he’s really saying, the only thing you can feel is how good his cock feels right now.

“baby, please. gonna cum.” you whine as you move your legs so they’re on his back.

vinnie pushes himself deeper into you, reaching down to rub at your clit.

he smirks at you as his thumb rubs tight circles on your bundle of nerves. “come on princess, make a mess all over my cock.”

you whine and clench around him as he thrusts into you one last time before you both come undone together. vinnie smiles as he sees yours and his cum leak out of you.

“look at that,” he rasps, carefully pulling out of you. you whine at the loss of contact but you watch as vinnie leans down and moves his hand to your pussy.

“there we go,” he says with a smile as he pushes your combined cum back into you. he watches as it leaks out of you again. “fuck.” he whispers.

you sigh heavily and lower your head onto the pillow, completely fucked out from the moments mere minutes ago.

you see vinnie’s face come up to yours and you smile, he smiles back. “you did so good for me, sweetheart.” he praises.

you were used to the praises, not used to still being in bed with him minutes after you two finish. usually either of you up and leave as soon as it ends.

“can i tell you somethin’?” you lift your head up at his question, faces inches apart.

you nod your head. “i don’t know what i’m feeling, but i don’t wanna leave you. i wanna stay here with you for a bit, is that okay?”

you smile and stroke his cheek, kissing him softly. “you’re feeling affection, vinnie. yes, you can stay.”

it was a weird word for him, almost foreign. vinnie never felt affection, never stuck around to get attached.

for some reason though, today felt different. it’s like a flip switched in him and he suddenly wants to shower you with so much love.

“i’ll run you a bath, get you cleaned up.” he speaks softly, making you smile.

you never knew this is what you’d spend your day doing, but you glad you are, and you’re glad it’s with vinnie.

this took literally over a month to write i’m so sorry 😭😭 but i hope you all enjoyed !!! i absolutely loved writing this !!!

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[gorgeouslylethal]

hey!! i love ur hcs for natsu and gray, can you do the same format (sfw and nsfw) for laxus? :)

desperado | laxus & gajeel hcs

pairing: laxus dreyar x reader, gajeel redfox x reader

cw/tw: smut, some fem! reader parts. swearing.

notes 🗒️: i’m glad you enjoyed the natsu and gray hcs! and i absolutely can. :) i included gajeel because there aren’t enough fics for him.

laxus dreyar

after coming back to fairy tail, laxus is definitely more laid back and…tolerable than he used to be?

he’s almost more quiet, keeps to himself, his team, and you of course.

he’s now this gentle giant that everyone’s secretly afraid of losing their shit. but when it comes to youuuu…

dude is a big softie, idc what anyone says.

laxus feels like he doesn’t deserve you, at all.

because of his past actions and behavior, he believes he’s undeserving and unworthy of someone like you loving him.

i pity the poor fool who makes the mistake of thinking they can hurt you.

despite being turned over a new leaf, when your safety is threatened, those past tendencies tend to come through a little.

let’s just say, the “talking to” that laxus gives that person isn’t pleasant, and may end up with them getting pummeled. just a little bit. 🤏🏻

likes sharing and listening to music with you! he’s always down to receive music recs, especially from you.

laxus is definitely one of those people that feels like what kind of music that you listen to tells him more about who you are.

if you give him your playlist, he’s listening to the whole thing until he commits all of it to memory. just so he knows your favorite songs and can talk and relate to you about them. <3

is GIANT.

like actually fucking huge. i don’t care how tall or big you are, we’re ALL small compared to laxus. and he’ll make sure you feel that way too.

teases the SHIT out of you. again, doesn’t matter what size you are, he’s calling you shortstack, shorty, all of the short names.

(i’m just imagining, instead of trying to keep his eye on you in a crowd, he just picks you up and makes you sit on his shoulder so you can navigate better. 😭)

if you’re someone who gets overwhelmed in grocery stores or in crowded spaces, he recognizes your cues when you start to get overwhelmed and gets you out as soon as possible.

or if he can’t, he’s trying his best to comfort you. like rubbing your back, holding your hand, distracting you from the environment, etc.

smut up ahead mdni

SIZE KINK GO BRRRRRR-

he literally does NOT stop thinking about how small you are compared to him.

doesn’t understand how you can take his dick-

ANYWAY

another one that doesn’t really care about where you are. as long as there aren’t people around, he does not care.

also wants to fuck you on every surface of your guys house. against the wall, on the table, on the couch, in the bathroom, etc.

against the wall - your legs wrapped around his waist OR your face pressed up against the wall. he lives for this position.

standing 69 - …i said what i meant and i meant what i said. laxus gets off on being able to basically do whatever he wants to you. (with your consent ofc)

prone - another one that would put you in a chokehold and fuck the shit out of you-

( this is for readers with a pussy ) maybe unpopular opinion…he’s a munch. he loves eating pussy. and it’s almost not even for YOUR pleasure. he genuinely loves the way you taste.

9 inches, long and girthy, no curve, pretty pale except for the tip which is a like brown color, his dick looks mean 😭

gajeel redfox

keeps to himself, but this mf knows how to flirt.

another big boy, he’s bigger than you and he knows and LOVES it.

flirts with you, just to make you flustered.

would let you braid his hair. doesn’t matter if it’s just for no reason, if it makes you happy, he’s happy to let you do it.

gajeel lives by, “happy wife happy life.”

would actually do anything for you. including committing crimes- (i’m totally joking no im not)

scary “dog” privileges. no one is gonna fw you when he’s with you.

looks at you with so much love omfg- (i have this image in my head where you’re sitting on his lap facing him, and he’s just looking up at you with so much adoration and devotion and love in his eyes- I LOVE THIS MAN TOO MUCH-)

i don’t know why, but i feel like gajeel loves getting you roses specifically.

if roses aren’t your favorite then he’ll of course get you your favorite flowers, but i feel like he’d try to incorporate roses somehow.

he likes roses and thinks when he adds them, it adds a touch of him into the bouquet.

if you’re both just sitting around the guild or at home, and you’re someone who needs to do something with your hands, PLEASE play with the piercings on his arms. (can we call them piercings? idk)

gajeel loves when you play with the metal bits on his body, not because it feels good, but it shows how much you think of him and how comfortable you are with him.

play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair-

LOVES SCALP MASSAGES

does not tolerate you talking bad about yourself, like will actually get MAD at you.

“i know you’re not talking about my wife like that.”

despite his rough exterior, i think he’d be great at comforting you. telling you you’re beautiful if you’re feeling down about yourself, generally compliments you a lot.

PLEASE SING WITH HIM.

y’all are totally the couple that would dance and sing in the kitchen at like 3 in the morning and it’s the cutest shit ever.

smut up ahead, mdni

butterfly - gajeel likes having your legs on his shoulders. he likes leaving kisses on your ankles. <3

doggy - this is great if you have longer hair, because he IS into hair pulling. (giving AND receiving). and if he’s feeling more slow and intimate, he likes to get up close and personal to your ear and whisper sweet nothings to you. :3

spooning/cuddle fuck - oooo getting up behind you, hand on the tiddy (if you have breasts), and thrusting slow and sensually? sounds like an amazing time to him.

definitely more dominant, but would not mind giving control up.

would be down to try so many different kinks with you.

bondage is one, he likes tying you up in all kinds of ways, for him he just prefers having his hands restrained so he can’t touch you.

sensory deprivation is another one. please put a blindfold on this man. please. :3

also…if you have a voice kink, and he finds out about it…you’re screwed.

(as someone who love gajeels english voice, this would be me)

would absolutely tease the FAWK out of you with his voice, talking about all the things he wants to do to you- 😮‍💨

“oh yeah? you like when i praise you? such a good little slut for me.” (please just imagine this in his voice bc omfg- 😩)

MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH

8 inches, long and girthy, upward curve, his dick is a deep tan color with a deep purple tip 😋

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 Breeding kink w keith......

[Afab reader, breeding kink with talk of pregnancy, both Keiths, MDNI]

Wicked!Keith thinks the bigger the family, the better. One child will be lonely, so obviously you have to give them a sibling. It'd be cruel to leave them alone. And while two is okay, doesn't three sound even better?? It quickly becomes a slippery slope with him, and he's willing to take as many babies as you'll give him.

He's always hated being alone, and with a bunch of rambunctious brats running around, he won't have to worry about that anymore. Seeing little combinations of you and him running around the palace, stressing Liam and the ministers to the ends of their wits, wouldn't that be the best? The only downside is that it might detract from the attention you give him, but when it means having a whole family of love, he's willing to make compromises.

He's devastating to you in the bedroom. He'll put you into any and every position he can and go for as many rounds as you can put up with. All those years of training have built quite the stamina. And whether he's got you bouncing on his lap, bent over the nearest surface, or folded into the deepest mating press, it's all the same to him. He'll still keep his hips pressed as close as possible, and he's always finishing deep inside you. Of course, he makes sure you get off too, every single time and then some. Nothing is more important to him than your comfort and pleasure, and when you two are busy adding to your little family, how could he possibly ever neglect you?

His favorite move after filling you, is making sure his potent seed stays inside you. If he starts to see his cum leaking out of you, he's making sure to swipe it up with his fingers or even his tongue before pushing it back in. He knows there's only so much your sweet little pussy can hold, but to his mind, there's no room for wasted drops here, he plans to make every bit count. While he's there, you can bet that he's making you cry out his name a couple more times, just in case.

What if it doesn't take the first time, you ask? No matter. He's got all the time in the world for you, when it comes to family. If it doesn't take the first time, then you two simply have to try again. And again. And as many times as it takes until he finally sees your belly swell, gets to feel the strong kicks of his kid inside you and watch your sweet little waddle in the later months.

Speaking of, something about being pregnant even seems to get your lover started. Some kind of deep-seated biological instinct, knowing that that's his kid you're carrying, it takes care of one itch in his brain only to cause another. Even when already pregnant, he's still going after you like he's going to give you another kid; you're sure he would if he could. But would that truly be so bad?

Keith jokes sometimes that it's your fault he's like this. He existed as a secret for so long, and then you came along and changed everything. You showed him what it felt like to be loved, to be accepted and seen for who he was, and he became addicted. He may feel a little guilty that you attracted the eye of a guy like him, but really, he's thankful every day that he met you. And his growing family is just further proof of that love, and a promise that he will always be connected to you.

Nice!Keith may not initially seem as into the idea as his wicked side is, but truthfully, he's just nervous. Nervous about how to be a good father, when his own father never showed him much courtesy or respect, and nervous on being a good role model to his children. But deep down, there's nothing he wants more than to fill the palace with proof of your love, with this sign of commitment and happiness and faith, faith in each other and faith in him.

For him, the number doesn't matter. All that matters is him showing you his devotion, his love for you. As soon as you're trying for a baby, every session instills in you the very definition of making love. Not that nice!Keith would ever normally be accused of simply fucking you, but something changes in him the moment he's got a goal in mind.

The way he looks at you, the way he holds you, even the speed at which he's thrusting into you and barely pulling out between thrusts, they're intense and deep and passionate. There isn't a second he's not close to your cervix, every thrust pressing some special button deep within that's making you putty in his arms.

At such close proximity, you can't miss how he's affected by every squeeze of your pussy on his cock, especially when it makes him buck up into you even harder, earning another squeeze and thus another thrust like some vicious horny cycle. You also can't miss the way he struggles not to go faster, convinced he needs to take his time, be thorough and show you he means business. Finally, that closeness also gives you the most intoxicating view of when he finally falls over that pleasurable ledge, eyes rolling back as his jaw drops open, accompanied by the now-very-familiar warmth that fills you deep inside.

Compared to his counterpart, once you're done, he simply stays inside you. The sensitivity is hell on his cock, something inside him screaming to fuck you again, fill you again, and sometimes he gives in to that siren call. It especially gets bad when he sees his seed leaking around him, sees that delicious creamy ring you've left around his base. But he mostly tries to stay close, ignoring that inner beast to bask in your warmth and presence.

Even if it doesn't take right now, just the act itself is a miracle to him. Understanding he's worthy of your love and affection, it used to be something impossible to imagine. But you showed him, even showed his father, what lengths you were willing to go to prove he deserved all of your compassion and more. Not just him either, but you took in his deepest, darkest secrets and still accepted both sides of him. It was nothing less than a miracle in his eyes, so he was going to do the best he could to show you how grateful he was.

Even if it never takes, even if the family never expands that way, it doesn't matter to him. The love you've given him will last generations, he's sure of it. A few kids to carry on that legacy would be wondrous, but if it doesn't happen, he's sure to figure something else out instead. Regardless, that won't stop him from trying with you in the meantime, showering you with his gratitude and affection to the fullest extent.

[justsheerfilth1]

So i watched Chicago (2002) for the first time last night with my sister ( shes seen it before and was showing me), here are my thoughts:

oh these bitches gay

everyone in this film put their whole pussy into it

that one lass who kills her husband cos he pops gum after shes had a bad day is so real, thats how i feel when i have sensory overload too. bestie just had a bit of the tism

catherine zeta jones should be allowed to commit murder on the regular, it suits her

richard gere the man you are

when youre good to mama goes so fucking hard

the costume design is everything

amos you are precious 😭

i got teary eyed over hunyak

the love lyrics section of " roxie" is how I sound tryna make my essays sound longer

roxie imagining all the women scantily clad every two minute like babygirl... the call is coming from inside the house

my sister is a lesbian and im pretty sure her seeing this movie as a child gave her the source of her lesbian powers

in conclusion: they slayed. literally 💅

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Body Modification | Xu Minghao

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Xu Minghao x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: A drunken confession to your best friends leads to you getting a tattoo from the prettiest man you've ever seen, and a loud mouthed best friend gets you a little more than you bargained for

WC: 3.5k (I literally don't know how this happened)

Warnings: tattoos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), Minghao has several piercings (including a tongue piercing), slight degradation if you squint?, Minghao is bold and loves eating pussy, mentions of marking

A/N: Yeahhhhh there's gonna be a part two to this because when I tell you that this was just supposed to be the opening to the real idea I had...and then it got long and well overdue so forgive me for that heh

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You did stupid things when you were drunk, this wasn't new information for you. And yet somehow you always gave in when your friends asked you to come out with them. You were beginning to rethink that now as you sat in the waiting area of a tattoo parlor, fidgeting hands clasped in your lap.

It was a dumb slip up after mentioning that you'd always wanted to get a tattoo. Your friends got all excited, insisting that you had to do it, that you'd look so hot with a tattoo, that you needed to step out of your comfort zone or you'd end up becoming an old hermit who never did anything but sit in your house and watch dramas. The last one stung a bit, you had to admit. But the real nail in the coffin was Mingyu announcing that he'd texted his tattoo artist about setting up an appointment.

And see, it wasn't that you were afraid, you were just...unsure about making the life-long commitment that came with getting some random man's art printed on your body forever. Especially when it was going to hurt the whole time. You were about a second away from just chickening out all together, turning tail and leaving the shop when your name was called. You looked up, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. It was just the receptionist, bleach blonde hair with the longest legs you'd ever seen. He smiled, and it put you a little bit at ease. After all, he'd been nothing but sweet when checking you out.

"Minghao should be just about ready. I'll walk you back." He said. You nodded, getting up to follow him back as you nervously fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore. Easy access, Mingyu had said. "To your thigh for the tattoo!" He'd added after a solid smack to his arm from Wonwoo.

You tugged it a little lower. Maybe it had been a bad choice to get a tattoo in a place that would leave so much of you exposed to a complete stranger. You didn't have time to overthink it because the man in front of you slowed to a stop, knocking on the door in front of him before swinging it open.

The inside wasn't exactly what you'd been expecting, there were a few plants carefully placed around the room, and the music that was playing was nothing like the intense atmosphere you'd been picturing. There were pictures hung up over near a small desk, grinning faces and dorky images of a group of friends goofing around in various settings, and a stuffed frog sitting in the corner of the desk with a miniature birthday had strapped to his head. You smiled.

But the most unexpected part had to be the man sitting on a rolling stool in front of a tray of only slightly intimidating materials. He was breathtaking. Dark hair swooped in front of his face where he was leaned over, and you could see the glint of metal speared through his eyebrow. He was long and lithe, one arm covered entirely in absolutely beautiful tattoos that spiraled and swirled against his tanned skin.

"You must be Y/N." He said, finally looking up from what he was doing and taking the black gloves off of his hands. He stood, shaking out his hair and letting it frame the most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen. How the fuck had Mingyu never mentioned that his tattoo artist was a walking wet dream?

"Yeah. Yup that's me. Minghao?" You guessed, shifting your weight to try and relieve the tension that was now tightening through your body. He nodded again. His smile was merely a polite curl of his lips before he turned to the other man still lingering to make sure the both of you were good.

"You know, you're supposed to wait for an answer when you knock on a door." He said, and you saw the teasing glint in his eye as the blonde rolled his eyes and muttered something about Minghao being behind schedule and trying to save his reviews. "Thank you, Jun. We're good here. Right?"

He looked at you and you nearly shivered, but you managed a nod and a tight smile.

"Yeah. Good." You agreed. Jun seemed more than satisfied with that, telling Minghao to grab him if he was needed.

"Hop up here, get comfy." Minghao said, motioning towards the leather seat. You carefully settled yourself into it, letting your legs stretch out and your head tip back against the headrest. You could feel your heart hammering all the way in your stomach, nerves beginning to overtake any coherent thoughts that had been in your mind before. "Nervous? Mingyu said you might be. But I promise you're in good hands."

You laughed weakly.

"Yeah I didn't exactly expect to do this. But my friends didn't give me a chance to argue. So here I am." You said.

Minghao turned to face you again, brow furrowed for a moment.

"You can back out if you want. I won't charge or anything for the appointment. I don't want you to decide to do this just because you were pressured into it. And I can tell Mingyu off if you want me to. Could be fun." He said. Your stomach fluttered at the genuine tone of his voice. Still you shook your head.

"I can't, they'd never let me live it down. And I really do want the tattoo. I have for ages. I'm just kinda scared. Never been good at commitment." You joked. And, thankfully, Minghao laughed quietly at your comment.

"Okay, might as well get it over with, then. Which leg are we doing?" He asked, and you patted the one you'd planned out. He nodded, rolling himself into place and bringing the tray over where he needed it. He was relaxed as he explained the plan.

"Okay, can I touch you?" He asked, his hand hovering above your thigh and you swore you could feel the want burning you from the inside out. You nodded again, and he smoothed his hand carefully over your leg, up your thigh until he was stopped by the hem of your skirt. "Gonna move this, okay? Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

He pushed your skirt up, guiding you to move a little bit so he had better access to the spot he needed to get at. Once your upper thigh was exposed, he laid the stencil he'd made over your skin.

"You gotta tell me exactly where you want it. This is the part where we can change things up. But once I start inking there's no going back, yeah?" He looked up, eyes dark and intense.

"Understood." You said. "A little bit higher, I think? And just a little to the- yeah, right there." You said finally, and he hummed. You brought your hands back, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible while he was laying the stencil out onto your leg.

The process of him preparing the tattoo gun was terrible, anxiety flooding through you as if you would drown in it. The buzzing made you jump, and you barely caught the flash of amusement that flicked across his face.

"Alright, we're gonna get started now. It's gonna hurt a little, but I know that you can take it. Just a little pinch. And if you want to take a breather, just let me know, okay? I'm here for you, so don't feel pressured to power through." He said. You swallowed and agreed quietly. You watched as he started up. The pain wasn't as bad as you'd imagine, though it was taking a lot of focus for you not to flinch away from the particularly bad stings.

It was mostly quiet as he worked, occasionally interrupted by one of you asking the other a question or commenting on the music that was playing. He had good taste, you learned, you had similar music tastes. He'd been tattooing since he finished school, and he'd done some of his own as well. And he had more tattoos than you could count on one hand. You could see the several on each ear, the one in his eyebrow, one in his nose, and the one that adorned his tongue (which you tried really really hard not to stare at when he spoke), but you couldn't see the others and you'd be lying if you said your mind wasn't racing at the idea of him having his nipples pierced.

"We're halfway done," He said finally, "You're doing fucking amazing, knew you'd be perfect for me." He said, wiping over the spot he'd finished. You tipped your head back, stifling a tiny whimper at the way he talked to you and trying not to let your thighs clench. You cleared your throat before looking down at the work he'd done.

"Woah," You said softly. He sat back, a proud look flickered in his eye as you examined his work, dark ink swirling into the shape of a cherry tree branch in full blossom arching just below your bikini line. "It's amazing. I can't believe it."

"Glad you like it. Do you want a snack? Something to drink?" He asked, taking a moment to stretch. You admired him as he did, the lean muscles that flexed in his arms.

"Uh, some water would be nice." You admitted, and he got up, striding to the mini fridge to pass you a water and grabbing his own iced tea. While the both of you took a little break, you pulled out your phone, sending the group chat between you and your friends a series of scathing, vicious texts berating Mingyu for not giving you some sort of heads up about how sexy your tattoo artist was.

The rest of the appointment went smoothly, something you were eternally grateful for considering the very precarious situation you were put in. You had completely soaked through your panties, you had no doubt, and if you moved just right you were sure that Minghao would be able to see the wet patch from where he was working. Hell, his knuckles were a few inches away from it, and you kept imagining what would happen if he moved just a little closer. If he touched you where you really wanted him to instead of just the spot on your thigh that he was very professionally focused on.

The session had ended with him wrapping the tattoo up carefully and giving you an instruction packet on how to care for it and his card. You eyed his personal number that was printed at the bottom for a moment before slipping it into your wallet.

"I want you to come back in about 5 or 6 weeks so I can make sure it's healed okay and see if it needs any touching up, okay?" He said, reaching a hand out to help you up. You took it, letting him pull your weight up easily and then letting it drop to smooth over the fabric of your skirt as if that would iron out the flustered energy that you were filling the room with.

"Okay, yeah. I'll see you then. Thank you for everything, you're amazing." You said. Minghao grinned then, his tongue poking out to play with the metal bar running through it for a moment before he pulled it back.

"Anything for you. I look forward to seeing you next time."

You made your follow up appointment on the way out, Jun giving you a mischievous smile as you said goodbye.

After that, you spent a truly humiliating amount of time thinking about Minghao. First when you got home and your hand found it's way between your legs to deal with the mess you'd made there, then again every time you'd peek at the mark he'd left on your skin, something even deeper than any mark you'd ever taken before, and you could only imagine how delusional you could become if you let yourself.

Every day proved a challenge as you watched it heal, cleaning it carefully just like he'd instructed and admiring the art you'd become a canvas for. It was everything you'd wanted it to be and you were endlessly amazed that anyone had the skill to make dreams come to life. Although if it was Xu Minghao, you supposed that it made sense.

The weeks passed slowly, and while you never forgot about Minghao, the constant knowledge of how easily he got you worked up with a few innocent words and the press of his hands against your thigh faded to the back of your mind. Work took precedence, and spending times with your friends who you did not in face throttle for sending you in blind. All in all, your life seemed to have moved on.

But as you returned several weeks later for the follow up you'd scheduled, it all came rushing back. The reminder that Minghao would be seeing you, that maybe he'd touch you, that he'd be so focused and so kind, it hung heavy over your head and settled as a warmth in your core.

It wasn't Jun manning the desk this time, instead some mildly intimidating woman that you didn't know who walked you back and knocked on Minghao's door. She waited until it opened, an agonizing few seconds before he was in your sight, and the moment you saw him it all came rushing back. Your body felt like it was overheating, and you didn't miss the deliberate, slow way his eyes scanned you up and down. He tipped his head, reaching up to mess with his hair.

"Y/N. Welcome back. Did you miss me?" He was teasing you, and your laugh was breathless and nervous as you smiled.

"Course I did. Why else would I come back?" You asked. And for a brief moment you considered getting a whole lot more tattoos if it meant getting closer to him, spending more time bantering and learning the parts of himself that he didn't reveal right away. Hell, you might even be convinced to ask him to pierce you somewhere.

"Come in, I've got it from here, Chaer." He said, a hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room and closing the door fully behind you. He hadn't done that last time, leaving it just a little bit ajar in case anything was needed. The new vulnerability that being shut in a room with him brought made you a little nervous.

Minghao took a moment to get prepared, settling down on his stool and gesturing for you to get comfortable in the same spot you'd been in before.

"So, how's she looking? Do you like it?" He asked, motioning to the barely visible ink poking out from under your skirt - a different one than before, one that made you feel a little more confident. You beamed.

"It's perfect. I think it's all healed up." You pulled your skirt up with a load more confidence than you had before, and you heard Minghao take in a small breath, his lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before he was reaching out to touch you. He wasn't wearing gloves this time, just brushing his bare fingertip along the edge of the art.

"Look at you. It looks great, healed perfectly. You must be a good listener." He said, tipping his head up to look at you, and the darkness in his eyes made you shiver as you nodded slowly.

"I like being good. Have to take instructions well." You said softly, and you saw Minghao swallow. God you wanted him so goddamn badly. He squeezed your thigh.

"Don't close them." He said, startling you a little as he took the first step across the line. Had you been clenching them? You hadn't even noticed, too distracted by the hungry look in his eye and the throbbing between your legs. "I saw the way you looked at me last time. Mingyu said you think I'm hot. Called me a walking wet dream, is that right?"

You swallowed as his hand slid towards the inside of your thigh, pulling them wider apart. He watched you intently as your head tipped back, breath coming out as a shaky gasp for a moment before you were looking back at him. He tipped his head, clearly still waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's what I said." You answered, barely above a whisper. But even so, with just the two of you in the room and the music so quiet in the background, it echoed in your ears. He chuckled, lips curling just a little, and you damn near whined his name. "He wasn't supposed to tell you that."

"What? Like I couldn't see you getting all wet for me last time. Practically had your skirt hiked up around your hips. Took fucking everything in me not to touch you." He admitted, slowly pushing at your skirt to get it out of his way. "But you'll let me touch this time, right? Make you feel good. Gonna take such good care of you."

You nodded, a needy whine slipping past your lips. Minghao tutted, mumbling for you to use your words. You huffed, and he gave you a warning squeeze to your thigh, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh there

"Please, Hao. Want you to touch me." You gave in, and he gave an approving nod before pushing your thighs apart and knocking your skirt easily out of the way. How long fingers found the edge for your panties, teasing along them before slipping under the flimsy fabric to feel your dripping folds. He was slow as he dragged his fingers through the mess he'd coaxed out of you, coating his fingers in your arousal before pulling them away to slide your panties down your legs.

With your lower half finally bare for him, he took a  moment to appreciate the sight, but only a singular moment. Then he was pushing your thighs apart and burying his tongue between your folds, lapping like a man starved at your arousal. The sudden feeling of him eating you out had you choking on a wail that you were certain anyone else in the building could hear, but he didn't seem bothered by the thought one bit. If anything he was spurred on, humming appreciatively as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You carded your fingers through his hair, revelling in the unfamiliar feeling of cool metal rolling against the underside of the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly how to utilize it, the perfect pressure dragging against your clit followed by light suckling that had your hips lifting up towards his mouth.

He slid a finger into you, never pulling his mouth away as he pumped it slowly into you. He was careful, experimental, desperately trying to find every spot that would draw out those pretty little sounds from your mouth. He slid a second finger inside, scissoring them open carefully and making you hiss.

"Hao, please." You nearly whined, hand tugging at the dark locks of his hair, not sure whether you meant to be pushing him away or pulling him closer. He hummed against your pussy, burying his tongue as deep as he could alongside his fingers, your clit bumping against his nose and making you bite down on the back of your hand to keep from wailing loud enough for the entire city block to hear.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, leaving your thighs trembling and your breath coming in quiet gasps. He kissed over your thighs, carefully lapping up the mess of spit and cum that had smeared on your skin, all the while running his fingertips over the ink he'd left on your skin. His phone buzzed on the table next to you, and he sat back, wiping the wetness on his chin away with the back of his hand and reaching to grab it. He read the message, lips curling into a small frown.

"I have a client that just scheduled for 15 minutes from now." He said, looking up at you with that same disappointed look. "I wasn't done with you yet."

His words make your lips part, a small, flustered laugh filling the quiet before you found your words.

"What time do you get out? We could grab some takeout and eat at my place. Finish this after?" You said. You sounded much more confident than you had anticipated, especially given that you had just been ravished by the man like you were a five course meal from a Michelin star restaurant. Minghao smiled even so, and the pale pink that tinted his cheeks made it hard to believe what he'd been doing only moments prior.

"Yeah, I'm off at 8. I'll see you then?" He asked. You nodded, making a mental note to thank Mingyu after you throttled him for spilling your secret boy talk. But maybe having a loudmouth best friend wasn't always bad.

copyright 2023 coupsie-daisies, all rights reserved

[thebeesareback]

The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes review

Casebook is the most controversial collection in the SH canon, and is widely seen as the worst. For me, its biggest fault - other than the racism - is the inconsistency. Here is a breakdown of the stories and my thoughts.

The Adventure of the Illustrious Client. Straight up, a good story! I would probably put it in my top ten faves. It has some of the better female characters and two characters - Kitty Winters and Shinwell Jonson - who I'd love to see more of. Both are people with murky pasts who work for morality, not legality, and can both be witty and perceptive. I wish they turned up in other stories, because they have loads of potential.

The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier. Again, plenty of potential! I like the idea of SH as a narrator, if it was done well and we got an interesting look inside his thought process. This would be difficult to write, though, and (not for the first time), ACD skips over it.

The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone. It's adapted from a play, and it's not done very well. Again, there's potential... but it's wasted.

The Adventure of the Three Gables. I don't know this story as well as the others because I can't go back to it - it's just so racist. There's nothing interesting here, no commentary. Don't bother. I am a white Brit, so I'm not the best person to comment, and if any POC have thoughts/opinions, please share!

The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire. Not a fan of the toxic masculinity, def seems a bit racist, too. Plenty of the stories deal with interracial marriages or the clashing of cultures, and almost all do it better than this one.

The Adventure of the Three Garridebs. It's ok! I would have liked to know more about the old man's collection, and there's a tender Watson/Holmes scene. Shame that the old man didn't get a happy ending.

The Problem of Thor Bridge. Like the Sussex Vampire, this story has an interracial marriage and it can come across as a bit stereotyped. Frustratingly, there's a bunch of mentions of other stories which sound far more interesting.

The Adventure of the Creeping Man. Look, if you want to write science-fiction, just commit. I don't know if ACD writing a whole short story collection based on the supernatural would work, but i do believe in putting your whole pussy into things. There's a hint of social commentary, which could be interesting, but ultimately it's hard to concentrate when the plot is just absolutely bonkers. There's plenty more I could say, and maybe one day I'll write a whole post.

The Adventure of the Lion's Mane. A few things: firstly, I associate "lion's mane" with either lions or mushrooms; secondly, this is the latest we see Holmes; it's also narrated by Holmes. Aside from that, it's just a bit forgettable. Nothing amazing. If this will be the last appearance of Holmes, I think it should be more special.

The Adventure of the Veiled Lodger. Again, there's wasted potential: you could do more stories about Holmes in the circus. As it is, the story is pretty forgettable.

The Adventure of Shoscombe Old Place. The most interesting thing about this is the antisemitism. As a gentile, I feel I can't really comment, but I think that a depiction of Jewish people as money obsessed and greedy is problematic and unoriginal. Any Jews who have thoughts, please comment!

The Adventure of the Retired Colourman. Not very good. The reader doesn't meet the victims of the crimes and the villain is uninteresting.

[some-stars]

for the DVD commentary meme - could I ask for "make that pullout game weak"? either from "I had no idea you dug the Blurred Lines vibe so hard, cupcake" to "Okay, glad that's settled," or from "The amused huff of breath Logan lets out resonates in Wade's chest..." through to the end, whichever you prefer. or both, if you'd like to! (I am very halfassedly eyeballing the wordcount.)

"I had no idea you dug the Blurred Lines vibe so hard, cupcake. Or the breeding kink, though on reflection that's less of a surprise, what with your whole animal instinct shtick." Logan makes a discontented grunting kind of sound that's probably meant to be a growl, but he's clearly still too fucked out to summon the necessary muscle tension. "Don't worry." Wade snuggles up on top of him, because Logan loves using him as a weighted blanket, and kisses his shoulder. "Like I said, no kinkshaming here. I'm totally into your nasty shit. But we are going to need a safeword if you want to keep playing the no-means-harder game. 'Red' is the classic option, but there's some weird vibes for me there, nickname-wise. Thoughts on 'pineapple'?" "Fuck off," Logan mutters. "We're not talking about this." "Seriously, you really want to bust out the CNC with zero negotiation and just trust fall our way to psychosexual bliss? That kind of thing might have gone over fine back in the Livejournal days, but it's not going to fly in in 2024. Ask me and my four canceled pseuds how I know." With a sigh and no discernible effort--hot--Logan shrugs Wade off his back and rolls over to face him. "What the fuck do you think you could do to me that I couldn't make you stop doing whenever I want?" It's a fair point, Wade has to admit, but still. "Hurt your feelings? Don’t give me that look, your tough guy act is about as successful a smokescreen as my wisecracking devil-may-care attitude. You're as much marshmallowy goodness inside as I am." Logan glares at him. Not quite at him, actually, but a little off to the side. He's so embarrassed about this. It's adorable. "Come on," Wade says. "For my peace of mind, if nothing else. So I can really commit to the bit. I want to be able to put my whole pussy into knocking you up while you beg me to stop." Logan's still glaring, but Wade can tell it's at least fifty percent annoyance with himself for being turned on by that. Finally he huffs out a frustrated breath and says, "Not fucking pineapple." "It's too whimsical," Wade agrees. "Doesn't suit you. Let's stick with red." This is met with another vaguely affirming huff, which is good enough for Wade. He’s more towards the "risk aware" end of the spectrum than "safe and sane," anyway. "Okay, glad that's settled," he says. "Want to go again?"

commentary under the cut!

"I had no idea you dug the Blurred Lines vibe so hard, cupcake. Or the breeding kink, though on reflection that's less of a surprise, what with your whole animal instinct shtick."

i became a lot more comfortable writing pop culture references for Wade when i realized that most of his canon references are not exactly current. that man is middle aged and you can TELL. and so am i, so it works out great.

"Seriously, you really want to bust out the CNC with zero negotiation and just trust fall our way to psychosexual bliss? That kind of thing might have gone over fine back in the Livejournal days, but it's not going to fly in in 2024. Ask me and my four canceled pseuds how I know."

this was by FAR the favorite line cited in the comments and i'm so glad i could represent the exhausted elder millennial contingent so well <3

and the safeword discussion! i have a bit of a hobbyhorse about BDSM and safewords and CNC in fanfic and the fannish norms around them. one leg of which is: whether in fic or IRL, you only really need a safeword if you're doing some kind of consent play where the dom isn't supposed to listen to no/stop/don't. because the default safeword is, in fact, "no"! like, it probably doesn't hurt to have a quick ripcord to pull if your head is feeling fuzzy and your emotions are high and you know you have trouble saying no to things, but you don't actually need a code word for "stop" unless you plan to say "stop" and have it ignored.

another leg, and a hill i will die on even though i know not everyone agrees with me even IRL, much less in fanfic circles, is that Consensual Non-Consent is a term best used for the kind of play that happens without safewords. as in: you negotiate a scene where you want to be able to struggle and say no and genuinely want to stop, without the other person stopping (unless they decide that you actually need to stop). basically the idea of "once the lap bar is down you're stuck on the rollercoaster until the end of the ride." obviously this is something people do with partners they know very well and trust a whole lot, but it is something people do. to my mind, consent play with a safeword isn't "consensual nonconsent" because it's just...consensual, with both of you pretending it's not. CNC makes the most sense to me as a term for the kind of play where you are consenting to have your consent (in the moment) genuinely violated, and most of what fanfic describes as CNC i would label consent play or roleplay.

which then leads to the issue of--what does CNC or other kinds of consent play look like when the sub isn't physically vulnerable or restrained at all? because in the tags i do describe the first part of the sex scene, before the safeword conversation, as CNC, even though, as Logan points out, he was more than capable physically of stopping it at any point. but of course physical strength is not the only way to be overpowered or controlled, and "hurting your feelings" is a real concern! it's entirely possible and for many people likely to become distressed enough that you go into a freeze or fawn response even if you're not literally being physically forced. and i think that could definitely happen to Logan, with his particular trauma history around both being violated and hurting others.

so i did have them pick a safeword, and then i salved my own reflexive irritation borne of a decade of reading fic that sounds like a safe sex manual instead of the characters who are supposed to be speaking:

This is met with another vaguely affirming huff, which is good enough for Wade. He’s more towards the "risk aware" end of the spectrum than "safe and sane," anyway.

because seriously, y'all, even a lot of actual IRL kink play isn't as bloodless and buzzword-y as some of the fic out there. people do, in fact, enjoy fucking around and finding out, and as long as you're clear with each other about your respective risk profiles before you commence the fucking around, there's nothing wrong with that.

(i hope any of that was interesting at all and not just me lecturing y'all about My Thoughts On Kink, lmao)

[ogurizz]

my magnum opus: metalocalypse x transformers crossover

aka the most metal death metal band in the galaxy

separate designs + a bit of lore under cut

it's geared more towards metalocalypse fans, but if you haven't watched the show or don't feel like reading just enjoy the designs :)

it would be weird if they still had human names so 60% of my creativity went into making up new ones

au is based on idw 2005 comics, i'll put the canon lore into square brackets

[short history summary:

cybertron was ruled by functionists. they believed you must live according to your vehicle mode. so if you're a cement mixer, you will mix the damn cement until the end of time or else

eventually, a miner-turned-gladiator megatron said: "guys this is bullshit, everyone should have equal opportunities in life". a lot of people shared his opinion, so he gathered an army, named them decepticons, assassinated the government and the civil war broke out. it lasted four million years, a whole bunch of war crimes was committed on both sides. also megatron stopped giving a shit about equality and turned into a tyrant but that's irrelevant

post-war cybertron population was like.. 100 times smaller and had a hard time adapting to civilian life. maybe death metal wouldn't fix them but it would sure be cathartic]

SCRAGMUG, being a humble cement mixer, really vibed with megatrons ideas about equality and emancipation and all that. in reality decepticons assigned him on construction work again, with the only difference that he could get caught in artillery fire now. he compensates with making up heroic stories about losing his arm every chance he gets

war was kind of a social lift for DETONATE: he went from odd security guard jobs to elite decepticon storm troop. while he never cared about ideology, end of war still leaves him confused on what to do with his life now. therapy is for pussies, so he pours his ptsd into gory poetry on his secret datapad

he met scragmug once in a prison cell before the war, they both got into a mass brawl. the cement mixer talked his audial off while detonate stoically listened. decepticons soon opened the prison gates and scragmug left thinking they are besties for life (he didn't even get yelled at!)

DOUBLEKICK is from junkion, a literal garbage-dump of a planet where all fauna will try to eat you! its culture is 15% scavenging, 15% cannibalism and 70% earth tv. he had a pretty good relationship with his twin triplesnap, until this rat accidentally burned down an important storage building and blamed it on his bro

conveniently, decepticons were recruiting junkions at the time, so doublekick escaped the ostracism by enlisting as a mechanic. he became fast friends with scragmug and after the war they went to cybertron together, where he set up a workshop.

[short digression on spark bonds since this pair of fruits has one:

sparks are transformers' souls and hearts simultaneously, extuinguished spark = death. it's located in a spark chamber in the middle of a chest and powers the body.

there are two kinds of spark bonds: conjux endura and amica endura. first is similar to spouses, second - to best friends. to become amicas, you must perform a ritual: bare your spark to your friend, invite them to share your light and tell them how much you appreciate them :]

the guitarists are from camian, cybertron's long-lost distant colony, so the war didn't touch them at all. luckily for them, camian places a lot of value into art and culture. unluckily, it is also required to find an amica in 10 megacycles (about 93 hours!!) or face ostracisation. it's a religious thing

WINTERSUN has a total of three interests in life: flying fast, playing guitar fast, and fragging. social stigma would significantly limit the pool of sexual partners, so he chose his amica based on guitar skill. turned out this doesn't make a solid foundation for a healthy relationship. after a particularly nasty fight wintersun compulsively left for cybertron

SCRAPFANG has always dreamed of flying, he used mountains as springboards so he could get into the air for a few seconds. with this comes fangirling about planes, so he was ecstatic when a magnificent white jet became his amica, and making music together was amazing! he's determined to find wintersun, apologise and fix everything

... ok i also have a 1000 word google doc on how they all got together but no one will read that shit so i'm planning to illustrate some highlights from it. and design charles and maybe some other characters too. follow me for more robot art

+ bonus height chart, they're big boys!

[vindieselsfacebook-blog]

Ranking 7 photos algorithmically served to me attempting to aesthetically stage a Gilmore Girls rewatch

7. Coming in dead last is this disgustingly tragic and confusing combination of frozen mini pizzas and what appears to be a stemless wine glass full of orange juice??? positively hanging on for dear life to a thin, cracked cutting board that looks like it started its life in the Target dollar spot. I can't imagine a more nightmarish stain on my bland white sheets or frustrating debris to try and drain from my laptop keyboard than the pukey combination of marinara sauce and sticky juice, nor can I imagine a more depressing excuse for a comfort meal. Praying this person is a 12 year old trying to feel fancy by stealing a stemless wine glass from their mom while they were distracted by an episode of The Bachelor. Also, can we not find a single vibey Ikea lamp to turn on? Not cropping out the cable in the top right corner is an extra ominous choice. Bonus point for the gay sounding caption caught on screen though. 1/10

6. All I can think of looking at this cursed image is innocently uncrossing my legs and flipping the entire set-up over, spilling sugary milky foamy pumpkin coffee all over my twee cotton sheets, crushing burnt cookie crumbs all up in my grill, poopy melted chocolate chip stains everywhere, and setting my fluffy synthetic pillows ablaze. Making sure the food items are resting unwisely on your laptop but straight up nestling two Glade clearance candles right on your bed is extremely unwell behavior. 2/10

5. These cookies look like hamburger buns with jam and I hate thinking of the texture of them in my mouth but at least the hearts are trying and the waffle knit of the blanket looks cozy. The plate looks like it's resting on crossed legs rather than an actual bed this time. Good job with no open flames!!! 3/10

4. This looks like a second attempt from #6 - these cookies look like an upgrade, even down to the cutesy plate. They're livin' on the wild side with black coffee directly on the bed this time, but I guess that's less insane than multiple lit candles. I'm imagining this poor girl applying lipstick to kiss her list of things she loves which include "2000's movies", "stars/moon", and "pretty clothe" and I realize I am mocking a very lonely little girl and now I feel bad. Keep on binging GG, friend, you need it!!! 4/10

3. First off, trying to post ~aesthetic GG content with tea instead of coffee? Who are you, Luke Danes??? Points subtracted immediately. You're expecting me to think you're just casually whipping up a batch of cinnamon rolls, watching GG AND reading a novel? You're either watching or reading, doll, I simply refuse to accept both. That book is stressing me out. Get a bookmark! 4/10

2. I had to really study this one and decide if it was the same person as the previous photo. It may be, but this one features some important upgrades - that mug may possibly be coffee, the gray sweater looks fuzzy and comforting, cute manicure, and the cinnamon rolls are positively drowning in icing which I respect. I am once again judging your casually open book you fucking liar, but I enjoy the natural lighting and practical desktop surface. I refuse to entertain the thought that a GG rewatch can hit even a little bit on a tiny propped up iPad though. Give me a big TV and a couch/bed or nothing. 5/10

Now this is what I'm fucking talking about!!! Commit to the bit, people. This person put their whole pussy into making that delightful looking drink and stuck to the pumpkin theme. There's some pleasant mood lighting going on and I buy that this could be a tablescape rather than a crowded obstacle course on a twin bed. I am actually curious to try one of those cookies and the sweater weather candle is no doubt contributing positive vibes to the room. All precarious items are safely crowded onto a tray. Still hate the iPad but whatever. 8/10

[themainspoon]

Since it is now well over an hour and a half after I had planned to go to sleep, I have decided it is time to share one of my strangest and most memorable experiences of r/196. And it’s one that I think some of my constantly horny mutuals could maybe get a kick out of.

So, you know those “I’m not gay” *gayest shit imaginable* greentexts that got posted every so often? This story concerns one of those. This time it was just the greentext that had been posted, and nobody had made the “4chan dudes be like “I’m not gay” *gay*” joke on this post yet. So, I felt obligated to be the one to do it, but I was going to do it in the most painfully me way possible.

One thing to know about me is that when I start a bit, I COMMIT. And if I was going to make this low hanging fruit of a joke, I was going to do it in a way I think only I could.

I got very into writing this comment, I typed it all out on my phone while hiding in my room while extended family was over, and I spent an ungodly amount of time on it.

Somehow, what was supposed to be a shitpost spiralled into me writing full blown gay erotica in a pseudo-greentext format. And to steal something I saw a Tumblr user say, I put my whole (metaphorical) pussy into it. I tried to make it as sensual as I could, I went HARD on that shit. Again, all typed out on my phone while extended family were visiting (they never found out, thank god).

I went so hard on it that I legitimately got a comment asking me if I had ever considered writing legit full blown erotica, and I hadn’t at the time, but ever since occasionally the thought does cross my mind.

But, perhaps the most significant element of this story is the fact that none of the mods removed it (or probably ever even saw it).

This means that somewhere out there, in the ruins of our old home, there is a comment containing gay erotica written by yours truly still floating about on some obscure post nobody remembers. Gay erotica that was good enough for somebody to tell me that I should legitimately consider writing erotica.

That’s it, that’s the post. Enjoy knowing that about me.

[ultraericthered]

"See, this character and their arc are unquestionably bad because..."

OK, in fairness, this person was far from uncivil and unreasonable in their argument on said character. I'm just no longer interested in having the debate within replies on a post that was trying to provide a fair outlook to that character and arc. I'll only address key bits.

Like, yes, MHA is leaps and bounds ahead of other portrayals of abuse, however I don’t see this as a reason to not criticize its shortcomings. I do think it fails to break the mold in a way, but it does try to an extent.

Never made the argument that its shortcomings could not be criticized. In fact, that is one of my most common criticisms of Horikoshi's writing in this series, the way he sets up very bold, smart, surprisingly heavy and real ideas for a shonen series to tackle, delves into them for a while, but then ultimately pussies out of taking them to any particularly grand, meaningful, sustantial conclusion.

I simply don’t see the merits of the “it’s shonen” argument, since that’s truly doesn’t make the story unable to develop subplots like these more. If it couldn’t, then I’m going to frankly just question why it was written into the story at all if it couldn’t be fully committed to.

Again, Horikoshi's whole thing. It's like Frozen II: you're left wondering why this was a thing in the story if the narrative was just going to cop out on it in the end. The Todoroki family subplot was far from the worst example, in fact I'd argue it came out the best.

See, your framing him getting himself killed here as the brave, “facing things head on” mentality, when in reality, I would say that in context, getting himself killed IS the cowardly way out. One thing that I can actually praise about his mindset before is that he was attempting to stay alive for Toya’s sake, and it stands to reason that he was also doing it for the family’s sake. Even if his relationships to a lot of them aren’t good, it makes sense that him dying would still affect everyone negatively on some level.

"Getting himself killed" would be foolish, not brave. The brave part for him was knowing he could well be risking his life, that he could not make it out of this alive (it's a fucking WAR after all!) and thus be unable to continue living in atonement like was his desire to do, but still putting himself out there and risking the danger for the sake of his son and the rest of his family. Actually getting killed was not an idea for him until Toya turned himself into a living bomb, which he had no way of foreseeing would happen.

but the main issue is that we’re saying that he can’t do anything for Toya, when he hardly even tried.

Well he didn't know Toya was even alive until Dabi rocked his whole world by revealing himself. Again, Horikoshi inititally considered killing Endeavor off at around this point in the story, but dediced it'd be better if he stayed alive to make an effort to make things right with Toya and in the process pay a heavier penance toll and make final amends to his family before they all drifted apart. But he didn't entirely know how to write and execute that in the strongest way, especially where Toya's character and actions were concerned.

Also I can’t really be sold on a “he’s confronting his past head on” narrative when it ultimately amounts to him giving up on Toya yet again.

Because he's not looking for a way to completely cure or revive Toya? When the story pretty much says he can't? Coming to visit Toya every remaining day Toya had left and giving him full attention, acknowledgment, and apologies this time around IS Enji's atonement before Toya and confronting his past and the consequences of it head on. It's literally the opposite of "giving up on Toya yet again."

Oddly enough, you brought up his apologetic words after the fact, and tbh, I do think that scene actually works. Mainly because it actually shows Enji doing what he can in the given situation to make things better for the family in a way that makes sense. But by that point, even if we want to say that it being too little too late is the point, the issue is that he had opportunities before this. And if this is all intentional, then the only real takeaway here is that Enji is an idiot who put hardly any thought into his atonement, which hardly falls in line with what we’ve seen of him.

More like Horikoshi is an idiot who put hardly any thought into what Enji's atonement post-Dabi's Dance would play out like up until the very end of it, and that definitely falls in line with what we've seen!

Firstly, the injuries. You claim that Toya gave them to him when… he actually didn’t. Basically all of his body mutilations came from AFO. The only thing that came from Toya are his burns, which aren’t something that he exclusively got.

OK, fair point, my fuck up. I really tend to (because I want to) forget that AFO was a thing during this part of the story. Had Horikoshi not had Endeavor fight him at any point, Dabi would've done it all.

Like, not only is Enji not the only one suffering from what he caused now, but he’s also not even the one suffering the most. Like, Toya and Shoto will never be able to share soba together or do anything with whatever bonds they may form. Rei is also established to feel guilty for what happened to Toya, so she’s suffering just as much as Enji is. Like, it’s very easy to say that Enji is suffering because he has to live with the fact that he caused all this, but considering that there are now people with him suffering just as much, if not more, it just makes it more obvious that the story was simply more indulgent with him.

Toya definitely ended up suffering the most (because he's a "villain" and Hori never really gave a fuck about them in the end), and there needed to be more detail of just how bad the burns and wounds Enji sustained were, the nature of the legal challenges coming his way, and just how much of a pariah he's considered by society now in order to determine that he's at least got it worse than Rei and the rest of the family who he wants to shield from the ramifications all of his shit as he continues to atone. But this is ultimately a symptom rather than a problem. The problem is with Act 3 and how badly Horikoshi dropped the ball on so much of what followed the PLW arc.

The thing is that while I do understand your interpretation here, my issues with Enji are simply more about how intention is muddled and sloppily crafted via some all-over-the place writing choices that ultimately put a damper on what could have been a cohesive narrative. If you believe everything to fail into place better than I do, then that’s completely fair, but I ultimately don’t believe they do overall.

I think everything fell in to place just good enough by the very end, but the follies of Act 3 did put a damper on the smoother cohesion, better detailed, and perfectly satisfying end we could've gotten. But that's just my interpretation. Agreeing to disagree on all the rest.