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Round 4 | Poll 1

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary.

[pseudowho]

Operation: Babymaker-- Honeytrap/Maid Café

When it comes to trying for a baby, Nanami Kento always works overtime. And the reader had better be ready.

You are sent undercover to a Maid Café on ovulation night, to Honeytrap a curse-user for capture and trial. Kento is pissed off, and he won't be letting anyone get away with this lightly.

💛💜Part 1 LINK HERE: A Trip to the Tailors

💛💜Part 2 LINK HERE: Benchpress

💛💜Part 3 LINK HERE: Ditch the Party...again

💛💜 Part 4 LINK HERE: Wet Dreams

💛 💜 Part 6 LINK HERE: Grapple

Warnings: 18+ throughout, breeding kink, fertility/infertility discussion, jealous Kento, exhibitionism, use of toys

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Ships in the night.

Five days...a week...a week and a half. Kento couldn't take it anymore. The universe was conspiring against him. Against you. Work had meant you had barely shared a room together, let alone a bed. Kento hissed as he threw a file onto Yaga's desk, his neck prickling with rage...his balls heavy and untouched.

Another two months of negative tests had passed. He was still yet to see you, swollen and round with his seed. He was still yet to justifiably refuse for you to be sent on dangerous missions. His heart broke for every dribble of cum he saw trickle out of your pussy after he was finished with you.

Kento had taken to plugging you with his cock until he was ready to fuck you full of his seed again. Forcing your arse up on pillows, his cock still cushioned within you, Kento would overstimulate you with your vibrator. With you pinned and whimpering beneath him, his cock throbbing to life again inside those plush clenching walls, there was nowhere your shaking orgasms could suck his cum other than up.

Kento was obsessed. He could feel this desire to breed you becoming pathological. He read dirty doujinshi, full of x-ray panels of cocks spurting cum straight into empty wombs, soon swollen and bursting with load after load. He fisted himself with urgent strokes while reading these, your panties wrapped around his hand, moaning into your pillow with your smell, each time stopping just before he came...just in case you were to arrive home early. Which, you never did.

He cursed at the unreliability of ovulation tests, and grabbed your freshly discarded panties out of the laundry basket instead, fingering your discharge between forefinger and thumb, assessing for that egg-white stretch. You woke up more than once to a thermometer being snuck into your mouth, Kento logging your signs onto a spreadsheet, waiting for that golden ovulation algorithm to ping.

In a mad moment, he even considered buying a long syringe, so he could jack off, fill it, and then fill you with his cum while you slept, exhausted from your long days. Kento laughed at himself, horrified by such a truly insane, unthinkable notion...although...

Kento shut himself into his office, barely suppressing a groan at the thought of squirting his warm cum straight through your cervix. Kento crouched down on his haunches, cock beginning to ache and fatten, and raking his fingers through his neatly parted hair.

With a groan and a prayer, Kento pulled out his phone and messaged you. At first he was thrilled, his heart leaping with love when you text him back immediately...before the slow descent into madness began again.

Your knees. Your panties around them. Your fingers, dabbing clear, stretchy discharge between them.

Kento's cock had never stiffened so quickly in his entire life. He stood, silent. He left you on read. He couldn't possibly put thoughts as debauched as his into words, he thought, stalking through the corridors and paths of Jujutsu High until he reached his car.

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Kento arrived home with a spring in his step, listening to old, saved voicemails and voice notes you had left him, on his drive home. His cock ached, stretching against his tan trousers, weeping pre-cum. He planned to keep you up all night, but he'd graciously keep filling you, prone and sleepy (with your permission, of course), if you tapped out.

"Darling!" He called out, tossing his briefcase into the corner before slamming the door closed with his foot, "I'm home!"

Except, you weren't. He could feel that instantly, and a seed of horror sowed itself in his core, growing into something far meaner as he picked up the note you had left behind on the kitchen counter for him.

Kento's hand shook, crumpling the paper between strong fingers with a crunch.

He had had enough.

Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he dialled, waited...and spoke.

"Ijichi? Tell me where she is. Now, please."

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A brothel, barely masquerading as a Maid Café, skirting the borders of the entertainment districts and the red light districts. The usual Friday night haunt of a Curse user who had been evading capture for months. The dump where you had been sent to honeytrap him before he could escape again.

Kento had dressed to fit in, in a slim black suit and open-necked white shirt, expertly tailored, with just enough room to fit his blunt blade and harness beneath the jacket. He snaked through the dimly lit street, feeling the necking couples in alleyways, cutting through the lamp-illuminated steam billowing from noisy restaurants, until he reached some narrow stairs up, barely visible unless you knew what you were here for.

Ascending the steps, Kento could feel every curve of you on the side of his tongue, tracing your Cursed energy above the suppression of his own. He felt the Curse user, too, and Kento's face twisted into a snarl to feel such filth near you, on tonight of all nights--

"Table for one. Somewhere quiet."

The Maid demurred, smiling and simpering and barely a grown woman, Kento noted, keeping a respectful distance as she led him to his table. The lights were low enough to mute the wandering, clasping hands of the raucous tables of men. The rooms tucked to the side, bathed in red light and sin, were clearly for private commissions.

Urged into a plush corner couch, Kento turned the lamp away from himself, plunging him into shadow. He leaned back, eyes dipped low beneath dark glasses, waiting to taste you on the side of his tongue again. He accepted only a drink.

You had entered actor mode, not unfamiliar with the practice, having reeled in more than one unsuspecting Curse user over the years. In your black and white maid dress, stockings and suspenders, and tall high heels, the devilish fun of the hunt was still tainted by your lost evening with Kento.

You knew, bitterly, that you were ovulating, with sore plump breasts, that familiar low ache on one side of your belly, and your desperate need to be at home, being filled, instead of at a maid cafe trying to reel in this creep. You were doing a good job of looking like you were enjoying the feel of his cold hands creeping around your thighs. You giggled and slapped his chest when he nosed at your neck. Your new manager looked on approvingly, the new girl already raking in the customers.

Before long, you heard the other girls whispering to each other.

"--so hot, but he doesn't want anyone--"

"So what, like...he's just here for drinks? I don't get it--"

"--tried to sit on his lap and he told me I deserved better, what the hell does he mean--"

Intrigued though you were, you hardly had time to see what the ruckus was about. You were moving in for the kill, your flirtations paying off as your prey pressed a wodge of bills into the hand of the manager, and a couple of bills between your breasts.

"Let's go somewhere quiet, doll, yeah?"

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"...sir...I am sorry to interrupt your evening, sir...only, my girls have noticed that they don't seem to be to your liking. Is there anything I can do to make your visit more enjoya--"

"Your new girl," Kento offered, clipped as he interrupted. The manager raised his eyebrows, turning briefly to see you, being toyed with on the lap of another patron. The manager cleared his throat, his pocket full of a fat roll of bills, smiling awkwardly at Kento.

"I'm sorry, sir...it appears another guest has already taken a liking to--"

"How much?" Kento interrupted again, his deep, smooth voice gravitational, drawing the many wandering Maids closer to him. The manager faltered again, so Kento raised his voice, gripping his glass and swirling the bourbon within, amber in the warm distant light.

"How much," Kento enunciated, taking a long draw from his glass, with a hiss, "do you think your new girl is worth? Tell me."

The manager paused, his squirrelly little mind grasping another money-making opportunity. He offered Kento a figure. The girls jumped and squealed as Kento's hand tightened on his glass, breaking it, an audible crack in his hand.

"More," Kento pressed, dropping his glass to the table. Another figure was offered, higher this time. Kento bared his teeth, growling at the manager, leaning forwards on his knuckles as he began to stand.

"More." The manager stuttered, throwing out another, much higher figure.

"MORE." Kento roared, slamming a fist on the table, the café growing immediately silent around him. He thought he saw you try to turn your head in his direction, and a slither of violent disgust burned in his chest as he saw the Curse user grasp you to him by the neck, pressing a sloppy kiss to it.

The manager gawped at Kento, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Kento scoffed, pulling a thick stack of bills out of his pocket, passing it to one of the nearby Maids, without breaking eye-contact with the sweating manager.

"She's priceless," Kento hissed, hearing the Maids gasp behind him at the stack of bills. "So if you know what's good for you...they'll split that between them, and you will not interrupt me. Do we understand each other?"

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You held your Curse user prey by his collar, walking backwards on your heels, leading him to the red velvet room. He grinned at you, all spit and salacious, with cigarette-stained teeth, his hands wandering down to ruck up the skirt of your dress.

You pushed the door open with your heeled foot, pulling the Curse user in with you. The door swung closed behind him, and you had barely a moment to see the hulking, backlit red-spectre lying in ambush behind the door.

"Get your dirty fucking hands off my wife, or I'll snap your neck."

Picked up by the back of the collar, and tossed sideways like a ragdoll, the Curse user hit the wall beside the bed with a dull crack, out cold in under a second. Kento snatched a curtain-tie, binding the Curse-user's hands behind him. You flustered at Kento, as he stood.

"Kento-- what the hell are you doing her--"

You felt your chin gripped, firm but gentle, between Kento's thumb and forefinger. He glowered down at you, icy cold, his protectiveness frosted with jealous possession. His voice was calm, measured, manipulative.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here, little one? Dressed like that, no less...anyone would think you weren't married."

You swallowed, blushing and moving to defend yourself; "It's work, Kento, you know I--"

"--didnt mean anything by it? That it wasn't real?" Kento kept you gripped by the chin, slowly moving you back towards the high edge of the bed. You teetered on your heels, and he stabilised you, one thick arm looping around your waist, pressing you to him. You could feel the throb of his cock lengthening against your belly, and trembled.

"You're right..." Kento whispered, his breath ghosting your lips as he leaned down to trap you against the foot of the bed, caging you in, "...you couldn't possibly be satisfied by him, over me."

Kento fingered the lace edge of your stockings, the ruffled puff of your barely-there skirt. He shuddered against your lips, feeling his cock jump in his boxers.

"...seems a shame to waste this. Let's give these bastards a real show, shall we?" Kento hooked open the door with his heel, enough to hear the laughs and chatter from the café beyond.

After pressing a single, deep kiss to your lips, Kento dropped to his knees, glaring up at you in challenge. You found yourself glassy-eyed with anticipation, biting your lip, smiling as you teased the ruffles of your skirt up, to edge your lace stockings; "...do you like it?"

Kento bit, gripping you round the thighs and pressing them open with bruising force, aggressively nuzzling his face under your skirts. You squealed, laughing as he nipped and licked at you, growling against your mound and nuzzling your wafer-thin panties aside; "I love it...fuck, I love it, c'mere--"

Kento hooked your knees over his shoulders, looping his arms under your thighs to pin you against the foot of the bed. You heard a passing Maid outside your door gasp at the same time as you, at the sight of Kento kneeling and shoulder-deep in the ruffles of your skirts, your stockinged legs over his shoulders, his tongue plunging between your folds to taste you with an ecstatic moan.

"--oh god Kento-- yes yes yes please," you babbled, sinking your fingers into his hair and tugging at the roots. Kento murmured against your pussy, lubricating you with his spit, rolling his nose, tongue, and chin up and down the length of your folds, with all the fervour of a man deprived.

You heard whistles and catcalls from the café, and blushed, throwing one arm over your eyes, your pleasure building with the sloppy debauchery of Kento dipping his tongue into your entrance and nuzzling his nose firmly into your clit. He repeated this, patient, stroking his tongue over and around your clit with relentless wet flicks and sucks. When Kento gently nipped your clit between his teeth, you screamed in alarm, juddering and close to orgasm.

You clamped your thighs around Kento's head, muffling the sounds of the café around him. Reaching up two fingers, plunging them into your pussy and hooking them forwards towards him and the squashy g-spot in your cunt, Kento hooked you. Flicking his tongue from side to side over your clit, Kento chuckled against your pussy, his cock leaping within its confines.

"--in front of every-- Kento, fffuuuck please close them-- nnnngg cumming, cumming I'm cumming--"

You cried out in bliss, convulsing, gripping Kento's hair for dear life. In tandem with your twisting and mewling, you heard a chorus of cheers, hoots and clapping in the café, the men jeering and the women giggling. You shuddered, stunned, still wracked with pleasure.

"More?" Kento asked, nuzzling between your folds still, gripping you tightly to him so you couldn't clamber away across the bed. You babbled nonsense at Kento, slapping at the top of his head as his pulled his face away a little, and repeated, louder; "MORE?"

More cheers sounded from outside, and Kento grinned beneath your skirts, diving in to pleasure you again. You could barely stay upright, seeing stars, crunching around his head. The Curse-user began to stir on the floor to your right, as Kento dragged you across the coals to another stinging orgasm, so sharp after following your first so closely.

Kento came up for air to find you, flopped backwards, flushed and gasping on the bed. Slapping your thighs hard enough to make you squeak, Kento reached down and pulled you up by the back of the neck, pressing a long, familiar kiss to your lips. Tasting yourself on his mouth, you knew his next words to be true.

"Mine. Now, always, and especially-- fucking-- tonight," he emphasised each word with a brittle slap to your thigh. Flipping you over against the bed, face down and arse up, your heeled feet wobbling against the floor, Kento sighed, flipping your skirts up and admiring the view. He trailed his fingers against the top of your stockings, and the way the plush of your thighs peeped over them.

"Still no fucking baby-- and you fuck off to seduce another man tonight? The audacity," Kento purred, and you heard the clink of Kento undoing his belt behind you.

Kento was hooking his weeping, heavy cock out of his boxers just in time to see the Curse-user awaken, dazed and furious at Kento stroking his cock in preparation, over his Maid, strewn helplessly over the bed. Kento smirked, letting his Cursed-energy burst out with enough force to leave the man on the floor, and you on the bed, breathless with the stormy oppression of it.

"...you bastard-- that's my...I paid for her," the Curse user snapped, straining against his bonds. Kento laughed, bracketing you with his thick arms against the bed. His left hand grasped your left hand as he lined his aching cock up with your entrance. Kento slid your clasped hands, wedding bands clearly visible, across the sheets towards the Curse user.

"Yeah? I married her," Kento growled, kicking your heeled feet aside and fucking into you in one smooth movement, rocking his hips a few times against your cries, until he bottomed out with a roar. Kento pulled you to him by your hair, and smacked an affectionate kiss to the side of your face, before flinging you back against the velvet sheets.

He stood tall, gripping your hips to press your pussy close, and cracked his neck from side to side. He heard the enthusiastic crowd behind him, feeling a bizarre prickle of competition down his spine.

When Kento began thrusting into you with joyful abandon, you felt every vein, every throbbing ridge of him. Gripping the sheets for something, anything to stop you from being fucked up the bed, you screamed into the sheets with every hit. When you turned round to shoot Kento a blushing look of barely-sincere fury, Kento landed a stinging slap to your arse, and the Maids behind you giggled at the door.

Kento was lost in the moment, thrilled to be finally able to fill your belly, ecstatic with the knowledge that he was about to spill into you at just the right point in your cycle. His pleasure built fast, grasping your hips and slamming them back onto his cock, with rough slaps and grunts. He controlled himself for long enough to slip his hand beneath your mound, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers while he whispered husky promises in your ear.

"--so fucking good-- waiting for me...haaah yes, take it-- good girl-- fuck a baby into you tonight-- you want that? Hmm? Is this-- is this it-- is this the--the one...fuck, not gonna last, cum with me, c'mon, please--"

Kento reached over you, his hand grasping you by the neck and jaw, craning your head backwards. He thought he'd be able to last, but when you sucked his forefinger into your mouth, your wet little tongue rolling over the pad as you suckled on it, Kento came with a slew of curses, a rough, alarmed bark.

Wildly overstimulated, you clenched around Kento as he pumped thick ropes of cum into you, feeling him tense and groan against your back with the blinding force of his orgasm. He continued to roll your clit, plugging you and panting until you came with a shaky little cry, your pussy tightening and sucking at his cock until he shivered with residual bliss.

Panting, coming down from your respective highs, you and Kento both turned to look at the Curse user on the floor. A noisy round of applause rang in from the café and you laughed despite yourself, wiggling against Kento.

"Lucky bastard..." the Curse user whined into the rug, "Piece of...piece of shit...should have been me--"

"Fuck off," rumbled Kento, "you're lucky you're not dead. Save it for trial."

You felt Kento rummaging in his pocket behind you. As he slipped his softening cock out of you, you squealed to find yourself hurriedly filled with a dildo, plugging you all the way to your belly. You groaned against the sheets, squirming, and Kento flipped your skirts down.

"...do you want to finish your shift?" He offered, voice full of mirth. You kicked back at him with one heeled foot as he laughed.

"If this is the one that gets us pregnant, I'll kill you."

[ravens-two]

PAC: What Does Your Future Spouse Look Like?

This reading includes:

your FS's general physical traits

your FS's vibes & celebrities with similar vibes

The extended reading includes:

your FS's fashion style

your first impression of your FS 

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone.

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Pile 1

Houdini - Dua Lipa

Five of Cups, Ten of Pentacles, Two of Pentacles

Pile 1, the first thing I notice in your person is their eyes. It's not necessarily about the color - although it could be that they're a particularly pretty color - but more that they are very expressive. It also seems that for most of you, this person has really big eyes. Perhaps round or almond shaped too. Think something like Al Pacino, Cate Blanchett, Liv Tyler, Kurt Cobain or Adrien Brody for example. They can convey a lot of emotion with just their eyes. I also see that some of them have crow's feet when they smile too, which is really endearing honestly.

Another thing that I pick up from your person is that they seem to have a vaguely sad vibe to them. Do you know that meme "my poor little meow meow"? Their vibe is a bit similar in a way. They just look like they're sad and you have the urge to take care of them. Again, think a bit about someone like Kurt Cobain or Adrien Brody.

When it comes to their body they're tall or, at least, they give the impression of being tall and broad. Especially for men, they have broad shoulders even if they aren't muscled or chubby. For the women I also think that they tend to have broad shoulders and a narrower waist, but their most prominent feature seems to be their chest. They may have big boobs or they tend to use clothes that emphasize their boobs. I think that even for the men, their chest is quite prominent.

When it comes to vibes it's mostly what I've already said your person has this "please love me" vibe. Despite this, they're capable of commanding attention and they tend to look quite elegant. It may be that they have a lot of pisces placements or a pisces rising. In general, I think that they're attractive, but not like conventionally attractive or Hollywood attractive if that makes sense.

I also think that your person shows themself differently to different people. With you they may feel more comfortable to be a "poor little meow meow" while with others they're more closed off and may even appear a bit cold. I just heard that they have a poker face, so with other people they may completely close off and be hard to read.

(extended reading here)

Pile 2

Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft. SZA

Six of Wands, Page of Wands, Eight of Swords

Hi, pile 2, your FS is the type of person that gets other people's attention. They are very conventionally attractive (I feel like especially when it comes to their face), but they don't really see themselves life this. In fact, I think that they're quite insecure about their appearance. This almost feels like body dysmorphia honestly (and for some of you it could be related to them being trans, while for others it could be related to an eating disorder). The reality is that they can't see themselves the way other people see them.

They have really thick and luscious hair - it reminds me a bit of Carlos Sainz or Ben Barnes for the men - and most likely it's either wavy or straight. For most of you they have rather long hair, the men tend to have up to shoulder length hair, while for the women it can come down to their waist. When it comes to color, most likely it's dark, but for some of you it could be bleached.

Most of them seem to have tanned or dark skin, this isn't really about skin color, if they have black skin for example, it's really dark. For the people with lighter-skin they have a tendency to blush a lot or get flushed (especially after drinking). They also have really pretty teeth, probably very straight or they just look endearing, and a pretty mouth too. Despite having a pretty mouth not all of them have thick lips, it's more about the shape of their mouth. I feel like they tend to smile a lot. It kind of reminds me of Julia Roberts a bit who is known for her smile.

Some celebrities that have similar vibes to them are Carlos Sainz, Julia Roberts, Anok Yai, Adut Akech, Dominik Szoboszlai and Michael B. Jordan. 

When it comes to their vibes they seem to be youthful and always in their own world. It's almost like they aren't really paying attention to what's going on around them. They also seem to be a bit introverted or closed-off in public, despite all the eyes that they attract. If surrounded by friends they may be a bit more open and might be cracking up jokes with them. No matter what they seem to be really nice and will always give a small smile to other people, like the waiter at the restaurant for example.

(extended reading here)

Pile 3

The Shadow of Your Smile - Nancy Sinatra

Four of Pentacles, King of Swords rx, Ace of Pentacles

Pile 3, your person doesn't seem to be very tall. They're either medium height or actually small. It may also be that their vertical line is short even if they are in fact on the taller side they seem shorter than they really are. But, the most noticeable thing about them is that they seem to always have a serious expression on their face - some of them even have a resting bitch face. I think that they have very expressive eyebrows, they may even move them without meaning to. You'll be able to tell what they think by their eyebrows. Like, they may have look super serious almost as if they're upset but by their eyebrows you can actually tell that they're just relaxed. Speaking of their eyebrows they also seem to be very full or bushy. I don't think that there's a monobrow here, but it could also be the case.

When it comes to their face your FS has really strong facial features, especially their jaw and nose. The jaw reminds me a bit of Angelina Jolie for the women and for the men it seems to be a bit of a mix between Timothée Chalamet and Henry Cavill. For some it's more square while for others it's sharper. The noses here tend to be either aquiline or roman, but either way they're also quite prominent. Think a bit Gisele Bundchen, Jenny Slate or Alba Flores for example, or Hrithik Roshan and Dev Patel.

I don't know how to explain it but they also have a very earthy vibe, like tanned skin, freckles, calloused hands, it's like they just came back from working in the garden, if that makes sense. They also have brown or black hair, and the men tend to have beards (nothing too big though). They also have super clear and healthy looking skin.

Besides the eyebrows I also think that they have really noticeable hands. Their hands may be big or just very pretty in general, they may be veiny too. Their nails are healthy and well kept, and they probably have long and thick fingers. The way they move their hands may also be very attractive, like their gestures or just by being very dextrous with their hands. When it comes to their body they tend to be thicker or chubbier, I'm seeing like amazing and really thick thighs for both men and women. I also feel like your FS exercises a lot or they move a lot because of their work and so they tend to be chubby with a lot of muscle underneath.

In general, I think that their vibe is just very chill. They have a "don't fuck with me" vibe, but they're just doing their own thing and don't really want anyone to bother them. They also seem to be very hard-workers and earthy as I said, like down-to-earth too. These aren't people with delusions of grandeur.

(extended reading here)

Pile 4

Crazy - Aerosmith

Lovers rx, Empress rx, Knight of Cups

Pile 4, this is my androgynous and gender non-conforming pile. If you're familiar with the Kibbe body types or essences, these people would be the Ethereal or Angelic essence. Do you know the Lord of the Rings elves? Yeah, basically that's the vibe. Their features are delicate and they can look a bit otherworldly. Think of Tilda Swinton, Willow Smith, Halle Bailey or Lisa Bonnet. For the men you have again Lee Pace and Orlando Bloom as elves, but also Eddie Redmayne, Cillian Murphy, Jared Leto and Ethan Torchio. For me, Ethan Torchio from Maneskin is the best example for men here. He embodies the facial features and hair that makes him look quite androgynous, and also a bold and avant-garde style.

In general, your person tends to look a bit flirty or mischievous. Again, they have this elf or fairy vibe to them. They tend to look playful and approachable. This isn't the type of person you'd be afraid of talking to, they just seem super nice and open. 

No matter the skin color your person also tends to be pale, this is more their complexion really. Some of them may look a bit like vampires think Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt in Interview with a Vampire. They also have clear skin and the men tend not to have beards. When it comes to hair it tends to be long, especially for the men. For the women, I actually think that they may tend to have shorter hair or even a shaved head.

Their faces are beautiful, but not really conventionally attractive. They have something otherworldly about them that just pulls you to them. They may also have asymmetrical faces, especially when it comes to the eyes or jaw. Also, speaking of eyes they have really intense eyes. The type that seems that they can look right through you. Besides pile 1, this is the pile that seems like they may have light eyes.

When it comes to their body shape they are leaner instead of muscly or thick. They may have muscle definition, but they're just lean and maybe a bit lanky. They seem like they have a high vertical line or they're tall. In general though, they're just long. They have long legs, long arms, even long fingers.

(extended reading here)

[scarletwinterxx]

jaemin dad scenario #2

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Jaemin hears the voices from downstairs, waiting for his wife and daughter to walk in the kitchen where he's currently baking cupcakes for Heejin's school day.

"Daddy, we're home"

He turns around to face the two of you, his two girls smiling widely at him. Heejin reaches out for him, immediately getting Heejin from you to give him her after daycare cuddles and kisses

"There's my baby princess, how was daycare today? Did you have so much fun? You didn't cry?" he ask in between kisses on her face. Meanwhile you watch the adorable scene between your husband and his mini me.

"She didn't cry, her teacher told me and she got a star"

"Wah you did? Can appa see it?" he asks the little girl in his arms, Heejin holds out her hand to show the star sticker on the back of her hand

"Wow, that's great! I'll give you a cupcake since you're very good" he promises Heejin, you give him a strict look but you let it slide.

You and Jaemin are on the same page when it comes to raising your daughter. You rarely have any arguments, but there are times Jaemin folds whenever Heejin wants something. Like giving her sweets, or letting her stay up past her bedtime.

You really can't beat the dad-daughter duo, they both know how to make you say yes. One look at you with their round eyes, you're nodding your head to whatever wish they have.

"Also Heejin got something to say" you tell Jaemin, walking towards the fridge to get a drink while Jaemin sets Heejin on the counter

"What is it, baby?"

"I got a boyfwiend" her little baby voice says happily.

Immediately Jaemin's smile changes while you try to hold in the laughter. He looks over at you then back at Heejin

"You don't have a boyfriend"

The little girl frowns at her dad, "I do have my boyfwiend" she says a bit louder this time

You can't help but laugh, Jaemin looks over at you with a glare clearly not amazed with the situation but to you it's very hilarious.

"You don't have a boyfriend" he sternly says, Heejin then sobs then reaches out for you.

You step closer to give her some comfort while Jaemin stands beside you, still not done with his argument with his 4 year old daughter.

"Aw love, what's wrong? who made you cry?" you ask her, patting her hair. The Little Na looking up at you with teary eyes

"Daddy says.. daddy says i don't have boyfwiend" she says in between sobs. At this point you can't help the big smile on your face, your daughter is being so adorable right now.

"But you do have a boyfriend?" you ask her, giggling.

Jaemin playfully pinches your waist, you brush him off while you watch Heejin nod her head "You do? What's his name?"

"Ji-hun" she says with her lips cutely pouting

You laugh again, enveloping her with a hug and kissing her head. Looking over at your husband to see him with an opposite expression on his face, "Yah, they're kids. Just go with it" you whisper

"She's four, she's my babygirl" he grumbles, taking Heejin from you to hold her again

"You're not allowed to have a boyfriend until you're 50" he tells her seriously. To little Heejin, it doesn't really make any sense apart from meaning she doesn't get to be right this time which she doesn't like.

This makes her cry again but doesn't move from her father's embrace

"Boys will make you cry then I have to beat them up then dad will have boo boo's. Do you want dad to have boo boo's?"

"No" she answers, hugging Jaemin quickly. She's always been a worried baby, if she feels like either of you are in danger she gets very anxious and starts to cry. When she was a baby, she hated seeing Jaemin on his bike. She thought he was going to fall.

"Okay then don't get a boyfriend okay? Pinky promise" he holds out his pinky towards Heejin, the little girl sealing the promise

"I can't even imagine how you would be when she actually starts dating" you tease him

"Don't start with me. I'll actually fight them"

You laugh, joining in their hug. Jaemin wraps one arm around you while the other holds Heejin, both of his girls in his arms.

"And I love you for that, but one day she's going be a big girl and would fall in love just like I did. With you" you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek

He looks at you, his eyes full of love and adoration like they always have ever since you met. "Well then as long as she falls in love with someone who loves her the way I love you, then I guess I'll be okay. That's still a maybe though, no one deserve our baby girl"

You smile at him, kissing him again this time on the lips then giving Heejin a kiss also on her chubby cheeks "I love you more, both of you. How about we finish baking these then let's have a cuddle night the three of us?"

"Sounds like heaven to me" He agrees, kissing both you and Heejin on the head before he sets Heejin down. The little one getting her standing stool ready to help with decorating the cupcakes but you both know she's after the sprinklers

"After I put her to bed, you and I are going to have a talk" he whispers

"What did I do" you laugh "Mhm, you can laugh now. Just wait until later"

[galacticghoste]

Thank You!!! 💛💛💛

To everyone who has voted and supported Lily all this time you guys honestly surprised me by how far she made it was kinda expecting her not to last very long yet she lasted to round 4?!

Also Thank you @head---ache for continuing this event and for letting lily in!!! :D

I had a blast with all the drawing prompt and just drawing Lily more this was a-lot of fun to be apart of.

Wish Roxy and the others luck on the next round!!!

@sonic-fankid-showdown

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#27: The Timeout (1.04)

Every now and again there comes a piece of media that you know is going to stay with you for a lifetime. For me, that’s TOWL Episode 4.

I’ve never been more excited and more overwhelmed to try and dive into all the scenes of an episode than "What We". It’s my favorite Richonne episode of all time so I have to revel like never before. Truly what Danai crafted with her writing and what Andy and Danai delivered in their performances is phenomenal and transcendent. I’ll cherish Episode 4 forever, from minute one to the final shot 🥹🤩💛...

Now that we've arrived at the illustrious episode 4, it's only right to kick it off with a happy dance😋...

For some March 17th, 2024 is just a regular day but for Richonne stans...

Because it's the day that the Richonne episode aired.

I remember how stoked I was when the time had finally arrived for episode 4. Leading up to it there had been high praise and acclaim for the episode with it even being deemed the climax and ‘for the richonners’ and one of the best of the TWD franchise. So I was already going in with big anticipation and "What We" knocked it out of the park in every way possible.

What Danai wrote is just 🔥🔥🔥 in all the ways and I'm very grateful for her and this thoughtful powerful episode she crafted. 👏🏽

There was a time when I had ep 4 memorized from the first line to the last cuz it was just excellent and moved me like no other. There is so much to say about this one episode and I'm gonna try my best to say it all because this is the kind of episode you rave about for years on end. And as someone who already revels in every detail of Richonne's story, this episode is the epitome of why I do what I do with this blog.

The raw and visceral range of emotions captured in about one hour of television - it’s a triumphant feat and I’m obsessed. TOWL is already a dream come true but episode 4 is a dream within a dream and perfectly captures why Rick and Michonne are the greatest soulmates to grace a screen.

So let’s get into it. 🤗

The masterpiece of an episode kicks off with a bang as we’re brought back to the moment Rick and Michonne are in that rocking helicopter with Rick silently freaking out and Michonne looking right at him cool, calm, collected, and a little crazy. 😋

gif cred: @ricksmarlene

They intercut with the apartment that will become a very pivotal and important setting in Richonne’s journey. And I absolutely love the choice to have the episode mostly take place in a swanky high-rise apartment similar to where Michonne lived before the apocalypse. It’s like after years of being out in nature which is more Rick’s territory they now get to enter Michonne’s more city-girl territory. 

I also like the 'Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree' song they use for this scene. The lyrics are very much intentional and the song's meaning is also fitting as it’s “sung from the perspective of a man returning home after three years in prison and looking anxiously for an agreed-upon sign that the woman he loves would welcome his return.”

So right off the bat with this song and helicopter moment, I was like...

The lyrics start by saying, “I’m coming home, I’ve done my time.” Which by the end of this episode, Rick will arrive at that same realization with Michonne’s help. Also, Michonne is determined to head home herself too after doing her time with the CRM. And considering Rick and Michonne are home to each other and they’re finally about to get some extended alone time it really is like they’re coming home to each other this ep.

Then the song says, “Now I’ve got to know what is and isn’t mine.” as we see the little Roomba that could. I love the way electricity and these items all help to tell the story.

Throughout this opener, we see Rick and Michonne both staring at each other in the helicopter, and again the way they can express so much without words is clear.

Rick is attempting to like idk sternly stare her down but Michonne is unfazed and you can tell her mind is made up that she will do anything to keep them from falling apart. She knows if they go back to base it’ll only be that much harder to convince Rick to leave, so she’s yanking him out of there before that happens.

(Side note: I know there’s often debate on whose crazier in general - Rick or Michonne. and I honestly think Rick. Even tho they’re very equal and match each other's crazy. It's just that Michonne is a bit more composed most of the time that’s why Rick edges her out to me. But when Michonne doesn’t want to be composed...oh she can beat everybody in the crazy department. And she took the Crazy-Off trophy home in this helicopter. 🏆👌🏽 Also when I thought about it - it would probably be hard for Michonne to yank a grown man out of his seat that swiftly and so I like to think Rick basically let her lol. Like he saw that helicopter door open and while he was yelling no he knew Michonne’s gonna do what she’s gonna do and so he’s gotta go with her.)

gif cred: @chaoticroad

The lyrics then say, “If you received my letter telling you I’ll soon be free...” which is very fitting to the letters Rick used to write Michonne. And then we get that moment where Michonne grabs Rick and throws them out of the helicopter. Just iconic. 👏🏽 And Rick is genuinely shaken by Michonne doing this, understandably. You can hear it in the way he yells as they fall into the rushing water.

I like that when Michonne throws them out of the helicopter that’s when the lyrics say, “Then you’ll know just what to do if you still want me.” Fitting. And in this case 'just what to do' was to jump out of a helicopter together without a parachute or anything. Michonne is crazy and we love her for it. 😋

And honestly, Rick loves her for it too even if he’s obviously rattled by it at first. She really looked at her man and said 'the CRM can’t have this one' and plucked Rick out of the sky...again.

Also, the fact that this implies they were able to hang onto each other and not at some point get separated either in the air or in the water. Magnets confirmed lol. 🧲😂

So then I like the way it’s filmed as Rick and Michonne’s hands are seen grabbing onto rocks and then without seeing them we get this sense of movement as they make their way into the apartment building.

They rush into the apartment both breathing heavy from the wildness that has just occured as the lyrics say, “It’s been three long years. Do you still want me?” Fitting again.

And then I love the clever use of the thermostat system (there's probably a more accurate word for what that temp controller thing is but I wasn't sure what, so I'm just gonna call it a 'thermostat' lol). It’s perfect that the first thing the thermostat says is, “Welcome home,” as it's in this place Richonne will finally return home to each other.

gif cred: @nerd4music

As Rick and Michonne silently look around the lyrics say, “I’ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me” which speaks to Rick’s current mindset of staying behind to help her get home and his willingness to be the 'bad guy' if it means keeping Michonne safe. 

And then y’all, I love this final moment of the teaser when Rick slowly looks at Michonne, upset but also very clearly reminded of who he’s dealing with after she chucked them off a helicopter. And then Michonne looks right back at him like she’d do it again too. 🤭

gif cred: @ricksmarlene

Once again they are very much communicating with eyes alone and after he talked cash crazy to her, you know in this episode it’s now going to be Michonne’s turn to do some talking. 👌🏽

And then the teaser ends with this great shot of Richonne facing each other with some distance between them in front of that scenic stormy window and I love the symmetry of it. 😍 For me, it illustrates how they may not be in sync yet but they're still in some way aligned.

gif cred: @nerd4music

There really are so many great cinematic shots in TOWL and this is definitely one of them.

The way that teaser ended with them just silent staring at each other and the lightning - ooh I just knew we were about to eat good as Rick and Michonne get a whole episode to themselves in this building. 🙌🏽

gif cred: @perryabbott

After the title sequence, Michonne and Rick are again staring each other down, and then Michonne says with certainty, “We needed a timeout.” I mean she’s not lying. 💁🏽‍♀️ It’s hilarious tho that that’s her first explanation for doing what she did. For her, those extreme measures were justified because of how badly they needed a timeout. And I agree with her entirely.

Also, I adore her saying 'we' and still operating like a package deal despite what Rick said about what they had being broken at the end of ep 3. She knows this relationship well and so she knows they just needed to get away from CRM territory to finally talk.

And after all that posturing Rick was trying to do last episode, I like how Michonne still heard the subtext in his words so she knew clearly 'Everything you’re saying and doing was just a sign that you and I need a breather away from all those other people.' Like I just love the wording of calling this a 'timeout' so much. (See, RJ’s not the only Rick Grimes who needs an occasional timeout. 😁)

Then Rick testily says, “I can’t believe you did that.” and Michonne is quick to retort, “I can’t believe you said that.”

gif cred: @figmentof

I always love how to Michonne, his words and her actions were equally crazy, if not Rick's words being crazier. 😂 She’s like 'You nearly ended our relationship, I nearly ended our lives so...

Then the thermostat, which really nicely needles a thread through the emotions of the story says, “Your preferred temperature will be reached in ten minutes.” That distracts them a bit as they look around and then Michonne walks away to take in the place some more.

And as she does this, Rick reaches for his PRB which I hadn’t noticed the first time I watched. I was like dang so had Rick not lost his PRB he might’ve called the CRM here before he and Michonne could even get some much-needed time to talk. Thank goodness he lost his. Reaching for it so quickly definitely demonstrates that the CRM has done a number on him.

Rick starts taking in the swanky apartment too with its electricity and running water and I love seeing the two of them in this new environment. He asks, “What the hell is this place?” And it’s clear this is way more of a familiar environment to Michonne than Rick.

Again, I thought this setting was such a great choice because it’s almost like they want to exacerbate Rick and Michonne’s differences even with the whole city girl/country boy thing to make you wonder if enough time has passed for their differences to now outweigh their similarities. But of course, the answer will be a resounding no and they’re still the compatible soulmates we know and love. 👌🏽😌

I love seeing Michonne admire the place and feel like she’s really at home. Like she’s not rattled at all from plunging into the water after leaping off a helicopter just moments before.

gif cred: @kinyany

And then I adore this next moment of Michonne going to the closet to change clothes for several reasons. There’s so many scenes that accomplish multiple things at once in this episode and this scene is layered in the best way. 👏🏽

Naturally, Michonne wants to get out of that soaked uniform but on a symbolic level it shows how she’s far more eager than Rick to shed the CRM off of her. It's like as she changes, she’s letting both herself and Rick know, Dana's gone.

She's gonna be Michonne Grimes from here on out. 👌🏽😌

And then "somehow" Rick finds his way over to where he can watch Michonne changing. 😋

gif cred: @nat111love

And even though they’re supposed to be mad at each other, he of course can’t look away as he watches her. He’s not even trying to be subtle about it lol.

gif cred: @nat111love

As he watches Michonne from the legs up, I know good and well Rick knew at this moment that ain’t nothing feels 'broken' between her and him.

Also, I just know this whole moment was a lot to take in for Rick because so far since reuniting, he had only seen Michonne super covered up with ponchos, jackets, and soldier gear. Like he hadn’t even seen her signature tank tops and tight pants combo - but here, Michonne was like let’s just dive right into 🎵panty and a bra we can’t get involved, boy🎵 (yet lol 😉) 

gif cred: @nat111love

And honestly this whole ep I was like Michonne really knows the exact things to do to help Rick come to his senses. Because while yes there’s definitely the steamy checking-her-out element of the scene, I also always appreciate how changing in front of him like this is effective in establishing their closeness and comfortability.

Like Michonne is not gonna just strip down like this in front of anybody but in doing so here it’s setting the tone to communicate to Rick 'you’re still my husband, I still feel safe with you, and so I can comfortably be this bare.' 👌🏽

gif cred: @nat111love

And then, because each scene expertly communicates several things at once, this moment of Rick seeing his wife’s body for the first time in years then takes a somber turn when Michonne lifts up her shirt and Rick sees that X scar she got during that excessively brutal episode in season 9. 🥺

I thought it was such a smart move to include Rick seeing the X scar in this scene, and it gives Rick this reminder that Michonne has been through a lot he doesn’t know about while they’ve been apart.

Rick has been so convinced that Michonne won’t be safe if he goes home with her but this lets him know she still has had to face a dangerous world without him. She's been through so much. 😢

gif cred: @nerd4music

Breathing really does tell quite the story throughout this episode. The way Rick takes a breath when he sees Michonne's X scar, you can tell that it sobers him up after longingly eyeing her down and he’s shaken by seeing she’s been hurt.

I feel for him because I think every scenario overwhelms him right now. It’s overwhelming to think about all Michonne has been put through in his absence & it’s overwhelming to think about all she could be put through if he doesn’t get her home. Like he’s feeling a lot. But never peeling his eyes off of her while he’s feeling all these things tho. Just saying lol. 

gif cred: @nat111love

And because Rick is staring straight at her, Michonne can likely feel his eyes all over her and so she gives this look back at him which I love. 😊 She knows what she’s doing. She knows what he’s thinking. And she knows because Mr. Everything We Had Is Broken has his eyes glued to her rn.

Rick Grimes really is the reason there are phrases like “eyes glued” because the way his eyes consistently get stuck on Michonne is really something.

Also - Michonne/Danai's beauty is truly divine. 👑

gif cred: @kimwexlersponytail

When Rick makes eye contact with Michonne here he has another one of those shaken breathing moments as I think he’s brought back to the reminder that they’re still supposed to be in a fight. Cuz homeboy looked like he forgot for a sec. 😋

So he finally looks away and then Michonne looks away with a knowing expression as she resumes changing. 

gif cred: @kimwexlersponytail

Rick walks over and sees Michonne’s PRB and in his state of stress, he’s convinced himself that this PRB is a solution to their problems and will be what best keeps Michonne safe. But as he looks at it, he then sees Michonne emerge in fresh new clothes. (Side note: it always makes me so happy to see Danai and Andy’s executive producer credits each ep and especially seeing Danai’s writing credit this episode 👏🏽🥹) 

Again without even needing words, Michonne immediately can tell what Rick is thinking as she looks from him to the PRB and then rolls her eyes, disappointed. She wants them to be done with the CRM so bad. And I completely get it. So she grabs the PRB and then she says, “You lose yours, huh?” Rick is silent and then Michonne slowly approaches him as she says, “I know what they do.”

And then y’all, I have about 85 favorite parts of this one episode but among those favorite parts is this part here when Michonne and Rick have this whole magnetic tension that’s mostly silent but speaks volumes. 🔥🔥

gif cred: @msanonships

Andy and Danai are truly the king and queen of layered acting because every single choice they make is never one-dimensional. There’s always so much communicated in each second, hence my need to dissect each second. And in this scene, they manage to express so much - tension, desire, fear, lust, love, anxiety, etc.

Michonne asks, “You want to call them here?” and even just the way she says it is perfectly delivered because it’s not taunting or even unempathetically challenging. It’s more like she’s asking knowing he knows full well that the PRB is not what he actually wants to be pressing up on right now. 😋

After she asks this, it’s such a great and hot moment of the two making eye contact and trying their damndest to resist each other. I know they had those magnets within them confused as to why they weren’t kissing like their life depended on it being this up close in each other's space. (Also, their height difference has always been so complementary 😊)

gif cred: @nat111love

I love the way this scene breathes as their chemistry and sexual tension just fill the atmosphere. The unique effect they have on each other is made abundantly clear and only Richonne can make a moment of just staring at each other this sexy. ❤️‍🔥 The tension of their fight was outmatched by the sexual tension between them.

Like the way she puts the PRB against his chest and raises her eyebrows. The way Rick stares into her eyes and I believe also at her lips and then down at the PRB, trying hard to maintain his whole “it’s over” energy from ep 3 but not doing it successfully. And then all Michonne has to do is tilt her head for Rick’s attention to be right back on her.

She doesn’t break away from looking at his face the whole time and when Rick looks at her again you can tell they both know loud and clear that he does not in fact want to call them here. He's got other things he wants to do. But there's so much fear and shame consuming him that it has him not thinking straight.

gif cred: @nat111love

Along with Rick's immense fear and anxiety communicated in this exchange, this is also where it is just so clear that Michonne has a hypnotic hold on this man. Cuz while Rick still thinks they need to go back, he also can’t bring himself to take the PRB when Michonne is basically handing it to him.

The way he’s staring at her and moving his head it looks like he's feeling every emotion there is and it’s also taking every cell in his body to resist her. He’s so focused on trying to resist that he seems to be rendered silent, at a loss for words. But no words are needed for both of them to know exactly what this whole moment is about. 👌🏽

And make no mistake, Michonne is also putting some effort into exhibiting restraint too because during this hot moment, there are a couple times when she’s looking at him like she wants to be all over him the second he stops acting up.

gif cred: @nat111love

What they both clearly want to do but are resisting right now, will be something they finally do in a later scene that actually parallels this one...but they’re not there yet. 

So in a rare moment, they go against their inner magnets and instead of leaning in, Michonne gives Rick this lingering eye contact and walks away as Rick watches her.

gif cred: @ricksmarlene

As she walks away she pockets the PRB since, without even saying it aloud, they’ve established they don’t want to call the CRM here right now. And thank goodness they don’t because Richonne has a lot to talk about.

And the most pressing thing Rick and Michonne have to talk about next is their children. As in plural. 😊👌🏽

[van-yangyin]

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[accio-victuuri]

April CPNs round-up! ❤️💛💚

• BJYX shows up in station sisters team building photos/videos. proving that the pairing is still very much relevant and loved 🫶🏼

• allegedly spending some time together 4/2 and 4/3 when yibo went to shanghai

• cql and xz gets mentioned in a livestream for WoF

• wyb with a beaded bracelet that seems to be a clue that he spent time with GG ; more on the initial thoughts about the bracelet and why give an obsidian one

•zsww fake rumor of their meet up

•their love for watching old cctv spring festival gala sketches

• 4/8, in the FPU douyin update, he continues on with the dog theme ☺️ he really is a puppy! gouzaizai!

• not really a cpn/candy but their name side by side for the alleged registration list for Magnolia Award. i’m just so proud and as a cpf, it feels good seeing them succeed. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

• 4/8 cpns : fan used for camping that xz uses, the number 38 and us clowning about concerts

• some are comparing this interaction between wyb and hjy in FPU bts with how he is with GG. saying when he is hurt, he goes all out and shows it to GG but with others he won’t say anything. i agree that this thing is true both for GG/WYB, meaning they only show “weakness” to each other 🥺🥺🥺

* throwback post : fake rumor story during cql shoot of someone that works closely with yibo

• this side by side photo, they look alike in this profile!

• 4/16/24 zsww rumor

• the rumor that wyb visited LOZ shoot and my thoughts on it ; i know i cannot stop people from “enjoying” this material and what it potentially implies but i personally cannot condone the type of behavior that disrespects them. especially xz who has been v frustrated with the leaks happening in his project. and just to dispel the rumors, this is who people are saying is supposedly yibo ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

no shade to this guy. he was just a victim of people’s overzealous tendencies. this is not the first time cpfs have done this, in OOL and OnO we’ve had questionable video evidences too which is most likely not who we think it is. please stop. it’s not just the leaks. we have to protect them. we know they visit each other, let’s just bridge the clues with what they give us. we cpn that they visit the ST or probably even follow certain cpf accounts, there is just no universe that they will see this kind of conversations related to leaked photos and videos and be happy about it.

• DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN AU 😭😭😭😭 idk man. military/police wyb and doctor xz pairing is really top notch!

• 4/19 xiao zhan weibo post for the 6th solar term - Guyu ( Grain Rain ) and all the clowning: one / two

• 4/20 zsww rumor ; hinting at them working on a project where one will direct and the other will act

• WYB’s GQ hat could be a custom made one from Tod’s????

• A new explanation about the mystery driver and comparing it to the mask WYB uses

• There has been some conversation because of WYB’s bazaar shoot with his FPU co star/team and that it’s no longer just XZ that he has done that with. Well i have to say that no matter what people say, the bazaar one with XZ is different. just the production value and theme of it — was more romantic and WYB was totally expressive. plus don’t forget that the shoot for that was where xz called him Venus. it will always be special, cause it’s just the 2 of them. there is no use comparing, i bet you, xz will have a joint cover or spread for LOCH with the female lead. it is part of marketing.

• yibo and his rainbow necklace 🌈

• I will add this here cause i don’t think it needs a separate post with how galaxy brain it is. it’s about certain photos uploaded by YBO being 2.3 MB in size. 23 love zhan. whether this is intentional or something special. who knows. it just came up again this month because the bear photo is with the same file size. 🤷🏻‍♀️

other instances are outlined by this account on weibo :

February 3, 2:30 pm (Picture 1) // May 11 (Picture 3) // June 1st, Children’s Day, “Children are in love” (Picture 5) // August 5th, birthday composition (Picture 7)// November 22 (Picture 9)

• 4/29 zsww fake rumor

• GUCCI wall 2.0 is close to Lacoste big screen ad! oh the possibilities!

• 4/29 candies to enjoy ( includes: their promos not overlapping, jiayou parallel, double standards and the bead bracelet discussion again )

See you all next month! ✌🏼💛

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[TEEN AU] KND Villains Status

Finally! I present you the complete list of all KND villains (courtesy of the KND Wikia) and their current status in the Teen AU!

The statuses are the following:

❤️In Operation 🧡Given Up/Moved On 💛Retired 💚Change of Heart/Sides 💙Decommissioned 💜Deceased 🖤Unknown 🤍Replaced with new members/generation 🤎Still a menace

Let's go!!!

DCFDTL

Delightful Children From Down The Lane ❤️

Father🖤🤎

Grandfather 💙

Teenagers (now adults)

Cree Lincoln 🖤🤎

Chad Dickson 💚

Chuckie Cavallaro 🧡

Stacey 🧡💚

Teen Tornado 💛

The Steve ❤️🤎

Adult Supervillains

Al Sugarh 🧡

Bag-Headed Cashier ❤️

Bucket-Headed Usher 🧡

Cafe Employee 💚

Carny ❤️

Chef Pierre ❤️

Chester ❤️

Chewy and Gooey ❤️

Coach Wetterhahn ❤️

Common Cold ❤️ (let's be real, he's never going away)

Count Spankulot ❤️

Crazy Old Cat Lady 💛🤎

Cuppa Joe ❤️ (on the edge of giving up because of Nigel)

Dodgeball Wizard 💛

Farmer 💛

Gramma Stuffum ❤️

Grandma Lydia 💛🤎

Knightbrace ❤️

Madam Margaret 💜

Mega Mom & Destructo Dad 💛💚

Miss Goodwall 💜

Mr. Boss ❤️

Mr. Fizz ❤️

Mr. Frybingle 💛

Mr. Mogul 🖤

Mr. Wink & Mr. Fibb ❤️

Mr. Washer 💛

Nogoodnik 🧡💚

Nurse Claiborne ❤️

Nurse Jumbo 💛💚

Potty Mouth ❤️

Principal Sauerbraten ❤️

Principal Smelling 💛

Professor Bob 🖤

Professor Triple-Extra Large ❤️

Robin Food ❤️

Soccer Mom ❤️

Stickybeard ❤️

The Big Idea 🧡💚

The Great Puttinski ❤️

The Iguana 🖤

The Sheep Costume 🖤

Toiletnator ❤️

Truck Driver 💛🤎

Child VIllains

Baby Jackson 🧡💚

Ernest ❤️

Heinrich Von Marzipan 💛💚

Interesting Twins From Beneath The Mountain 💙

Jerry Rassic 💙

King Sandy 🖤

Margie 💙

Mushi Sanban ❤️

Negative Numbuh 4 ❤️

Numbuh 12 🖤

Numbuh 206 🖤

Numbuh 48 Flavors 💙

President Jimmy 🧡

Rowdy Hooligans From Across the Square ❤️(💙) 🤍

The Big Badolescent 💛🤎

Valerie 💙

Windsor ❤️

Willard Wallace 🧡

Groups and Organizations

Angry History Teachers 💛🤍

Ankle-Biters 🤍🤎

Candy Pirates ❤️

Cheese Ninjas 🧡

Clownarelli Family 🧡🤎

Couch Daves ❤️

Faculty 4 💛

Father's Ninja Army ❤️(💙)🤍

Gramma Stuffum's Food Army ❤️🤍

Hall Squad ❤️🤍

Ice Cream Men ❤️🤍

Knights of the Round Towel 🧡💚

Licorice Pirates 💚🤎

Nerd Zombies 🤍🤎

Parent Teacher Organization Of Eradicating Youngsters ❤️🤍

Preferred Villains Club ❤️

Professors ❤️🤍

Senior Citizen Squad 💛(💜)🤍🤎

Six-Gum Gang 🧡(💙)

Soda, Snacks and Treats Commission 🤍🤎

Spank-Happy Vampire Army 🖤

St. Rita's Preparatory School ❤️🤍

Teen Ninja Army ❤️🤍

The Bullies ❤️🤍

The Proper Patrol 💛🤎

[bugheadcentral]

Well hello there! What better way to start off 2024 than by celebrating the couple who has always always existed and WILL always exist?! Um. There isn't one. I miss them. You miss them. Lbr they miss each other, so let's pay homage to true love in the murder capital of the world round the season of love.

Please tag #bughead appreciation week in your posts so they can be reblogged. (You can also tag #bugheadcentral, but one is fine).

Your created content can feature other characters, but it needs to be focused on the Blue and Gold's finest Betty x Jughead.

All prompts listed below have been designed for all content creators—artists, edit/gif makers, fic writers, playlist makers & so on.

All content must be original (no re-posting of any kind).

Bughead Appreciation Week will run from Saturday, 10 February - Friday, 16 February.

SCHEDULE

Day 1 (10 Feb) 🔹 Tropes | Emotions

Day 2 (11 Feb) 🔸 Betty Appreciation Post

Day 3 (12 Feb) 🔹 Parallels | Favorite and Underrated Moments

Day 4 (13 Feb) 🔸 Fantasy | LooksTM

Day 5 (14 Feb) 🔹 Jughead Appreciation Post

Day 6 (15 Feb) 🔸 Lyrics/Poems/Quotes

Day 7 (16 Feb) 🔹 Free Choice

Please feel free to interpret the prompts however you see fit! If you don't like these prompts? No problem, feel free to create your own. We're just here to appreciate and celebrate Nancy Drew and True Detective, whatever that looks like for you! And feel free to post as much or little as you'd like!

Looking forward to another week celebrating these two who literally saved multiple universes and seeing what we all create! 💙💛

[flowercrowngods]

i’ve decided to send an ask for each story you posted in the wip game kdnehdhs who did this to you? lives rent free in my brain 💛💛 (@a-little-unsteddie)

thank you so much 🥰🤍 still slowly working my way through the asks, so have a few more words to make up for the wait 🫶

who did this to you (pt.4) // tales of blue part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | read on ao3 🌷 preceding snippet no 1. | no. 2

Finally, finally, the familiar sound of Wayne‘s old truck rounding the corner into the trailer park interrupts the tense silence that seems to have fallen over all of Forest Hills tonight, and Eddie has half a mind to run out there, run toward them and get the whole story. Just to be sure that everything is fine. Just to be sure that Steve’s still… That he’s still there.

He stays right where he is, though, staring at Buckley‘s wild hair, feeling her shadow walk over him as Wayne pulls up to their driveway and stops. She is right in the centre of the headlights, but still she doesn’t move. Eddie wants to scream at her. Wants to nudge her and shove her out of the way — imagines it, imagines all the alternate universes in which he finds her wide eyes scared and unseeing as Wayne‘s voice sounds behind them, telling them that Steve didn’t make it.

Except in this one, Wayne said they’re coming home. In this one, shit like that doesn’t happen to eighteen year-old boys and their friends.

Aside from that girl. Barbara Holland.

Eddie swallows, his eyes flitting between bright lights to the silhouette of Buckley right in their centre. Like a doe, he thinks. Terrified of what she’ll find.

Don’t you wanna know? Eddie wants to ask her. Don’t you wanna see? What are you afraid of? What did you see? Who is he, Robin, and who are you? Why the fuck won’t you move?

In the end, it is the sound of a car door slamming shut that snaps Buckley out of her stupor, and she all but flies off the steps towards the truck. Towards where Eddie can vaguely make out the shape of a badly bruised face, the play of light and darkness not enough to conceal the deep purple splotches or the sluggishness of his movements as he raises his head. Turning toward Buckley like a flower to the sun.

She presses her hand to the window for a second, just looking at him — and Eddie is glad he can’t see either of their faces. He has a feeling that what he’d see there would haunt him forever.

[musette22]

ten questions for writers

Thank you for the tag, my gorgeous, beloved estranged wife @paperstorm 💛

I kinda feel like a fraud doing this since I haven't posted anything in a whiiiile, but I'M WORKING ON IT, so let's do this anyway.

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

79 works

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

864,537 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

MCU (Stucky), RPF (is that a fandom?) (Evanstan), The Last Shadow Puppets/Arctic Monkeys (Milex)

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Of course I do! Always. Sometimes it takes a little while for me to get round to it, but I always reply if I can. I appreciate every single kind comment I get, more than I can say. It's so good to know that something I wrote touched someone in some way, and it's amazing to me that people take time out of their days to not only read my stories, but also leave me comments?? Mind-blowing. Comments truly mean the world, so the least I can do is reply to them!

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, thank fuck.

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! A few times, it's the most funnest thing if you're working with someone you admire and have a good rapport with. I'd love to do it again sometime!

7. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

STUCKY. Without a doubt. Stucky4eva.

8. what are your writing strengths?

Hmmm... I think humour, fluff & smut? Yeah. I've been told I'm pretty good at building romantic and sexual tension, which I take as a huge compliment because I love that sh*t <3

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not great at writing angst, simply because I can't deal with hurting my guys too much, which means I always end up making it fluffy again very quickly argh. I also suck at action scenes, so I've kind of given up trying, lol.

10. first fandom you wrote for?

My first ever fic was Evanstan, but I was also working on Stucky at that time. My first and last, those guys <3

Tagging @sparkagrace @voylitscope @dharmasharks @metalbvcky @fandomfluffandfuck @uhbasicallyjustmilex @rillils

[pseudowho]

Operation: Babymaker-- Grapple

When it comes to trying for a baby, Nanami Kento always works overtime. And the reader had better be ready.

💜 💛 Part 1 LINK HERE: A Trip to the Tailors

💜 💛 Part 2 LINK HERE: Benchpress

💜 💛 Part 3 LINK HERE: Ditch the Party...again

💜 💛 Part 4 LINK HERE: Wet Dreams

💜 💛 Part 5 LINK HERE: Honeytrap/Maid Café

Warnings: 18+ throughout, breeding kink, fertility/infertility discussion, playfighting gets sexy, physical restraint, assumed consent of established relationship, assumed teacher/student roles, submissive and breedable, hints of breath play, semi-public sex, PiV, fingering, cumplay 💛

You didn't expect to be thinking of your husband, while pinned beneath another man.

What was meant to be a simple capture mission for a wayward Curse user, had instead exposed a stunning weak point in your skills.

You'd expected Cursed techniques, not a fist-fight. This showed, when you'd been put in a chokehold, thrown to the ground, and felt the blind panic of the Curse user climbing on top of you, reaching down with a dirty little smirk, to put his hands around your neck. Images of Kento; smiling, his arms around your waist, reading in the sun-dappled grass, always victorious in hand to hand combat, flooded your mind, suddenly blinded by memory--

Thank goodness for the boy.

"O-oh shit-- Mrs.Nanamin--!"

You had barely a moment to register the nickname, before your deadly boy of peaches and punches dragged the Curse user off you. On your back, panting up at the ceiling, you listened to the coordinated thumps and grunts from the next room, as Yuuji beat the Curse user like a sack of flour.

Silence. Footsteps. Peach fuzz, leaning round the corner.

"...Mrs.Nanamin?"

"That's Mrs.Nanamin-sensei to you, kiddo."

Yuuji grinned, reaching down, and you let him pull you up. Your cheeks were flushed, angry with mortification, prickling beneath the crippling weight of being so weak. Yuuji looked awkward, rubbing the back of his head. You huffed to the next room, trying to drag the unconscious Curse user like a bag of potatoes.

You huffed again, angrier this time as you shouted to nobody in particular, the stress of memory coming out sideways.

"God, why am I so FUCKING USELESS--"

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After the latest batch of negative pregnancy tests, your morale was low.

"Six months, Kento!" You cried, each month longer than the last as you flurried round the kitchen with tears in your eyes. Kento stood in silence, holding court for your rage and bitter tears, his arms folded across his chest.

You slammed the bin too sharply, swung cupboards open with a crack, flicked the kettle on like it was personal. Kento waited for your disappointment to abate, before he spoke, low and slow.

"...it's normal, my love. I know you're disappointed. But we'll get there. Six months isn't that long. Sometimes...these things just take time." You bristled, turning on him, your lip crumpling up.

"Are you not disappointed?" Kento looked at you over glasses that weren't there, reading, unfighting in a way that left you exposed. He walked to you, his words blanketing.

"Not with you. I haven't lost anything. I just have a little longer to look forwards to something new." Kento's arms slipped round your waist, a nuzzle against your ear, taking your vulnerability and cradling it in his palms. "Is that so bad?"

You deflated, the fight loved out of you. You looked at the pregnancy test on the counter, and its stark single pink line. You whispered, in part to Kento, and in part to yourself as he lifted you onto the counter, settling between your legs like it was home.

"...no. I suppose it's not so bad."

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When Nanami Kento had offered to teach hand-to-hand combat at Jujutsu High, they'd leapt at the chance. Principal Yaga bore down over Kento while Kento looked round in alarm, willingly signing the contract he had asked to sign.

These simulated fights, so much safer than the real fights, kept Kento closer to you in a way you needed, viscerally. He'd miraculously walked out of Shibuya with nothing more than cuts and bruises, but it did little to ease your terror of having almost lost him.

You searched the school, following the blue-fire feel of him in the air; you followed the trail, as if grasped by a yellow spotted tie, silkwrapped around the palm of your hand, pulling you to him. You found him, panting with sweatsheen arms, beginning to tidy equipment in the empty gymnasium.

Kento looked up as you approached; in a white vest, and grey joggers, barefoot, his hands were wrapped with white tape, dusty with chalk. With his sweatslick honey hair swept back, his crooked smile rerouted a droplet of sweat on the way down his jaw.

"Lover." Kento greeted, low and husky, his voice scratchy from the heat of simulated battle. You leaned against a stack of gym mats, smiling, in your own gymwear.

"Been beating up children again? Who was it this time?" Kento chuckled, gravelly, lifting a medicine ball to the side with shocking ease. Your eyes traced his bare arms, and the undulating shift of corded muscles there, thick and powerful.

"Fushiguro. He asked for it." You laughed, as Kento dusted his hands together, chalkdust puffing into the air. Kento smiled again, still crooked, huffing a laugh. "No, he really did."

"I should think he regrets that."

"He's learned some important lessons."

"Like, the way to Shoko's office?"

"Yes. Amongst others, I hope."

Silence sat between you both, as Kento leaned back against the gym mats beside you. He held court again, this time for your unasked questions.

"...Kento. I...need some help. I'm, uh...lacking."

He was silent, still. You looked sideways, to find his eyes roaming the length of your body, caressing. Kento still thrummed with the testosterone and adrenaline of the fight; you could taste it, rendered primal by nature.

"...are you? I wouldn't agree." He hummed, keen eyes now zeroing in on his favourite parts of you, undressing you. You tried not to shudder at the unexpected heat pooling between your legs. When you spoke again, your tongue felt thick, rendered stupid by Kento's biological warfare.

"I'm...dreadful at fighting. Hand-to-hand combat. I'm too reliant on my Cursed technique." The respect with which Kento listened did nothing to mask the disrespect in his eyes. His grey joggers left nothing to the imagination.

"And...you want to learn, I assume." God, that voice, so much rustier than usual, sent daggers straight through your--

"Yeah. Yep. Yes. You assume right. I need...need you, uh...to teach me." You chirped, shaking off that second heartbeat, turning to face him.

You continued turning, magnetised as Kento held your gaze. He walked backwards onto the gym-mats, still marked by chalk-dust art of the animated human form. You swallowed, and Kento's eyes swam with something altogether more dangerous than desire alone. He widened his stance, his hands raised in preparation.

"Well...why don't you show me what you've got so far? As a baseline." You blushed, suddenly awkward in your body as you walked over to the mat, facing him. Kento had schooled his facial expression to his usual flat impassive gaze, but noticeably more shark-like.

"Like...just...come at you?"

"Mhm. Hit me."

You raised your hands, awkwardly balling them into fists, taking a step closer. You flushed at the microflexes of preparation that rippled over Kento's body, suddenly burning alive as you cocked your arm back, and--

"Thumbs out."

"Uh...sorry?"

Kento looked over absent glasses again. "Thumbs out. If you hit someone with your fists in your grip, you'll break your thumbs."

"Ah...right, okay." Being taught by Kento made you run hot, strangely submissive in the assumed teacher-student role. The heat only worsened with the way he was looking at you, fuck, I'd be done for if he really were my teacher--

You jabbed, darting forwards, a fist straight towards Kento's face. In a split second, he dipped sideways, stepping into a grab, and looped your arm behind you as you gasped, his other arm in an arresting grip around your neck, his body flush to yours from behind. You felt his breath, hot against your neck, and you shivered from hairline to toes.

"Plan your second move." Kento murmured, his lips against your ear, grazing you...tasting you. "You left yourself...wide open."

"Wide...wide open." You gasped, your vision swimming with the power of Kento's forceful restraint, biology overtaking sense and feminism as your clit throbbed. "O-okay."

Kento hummed against your ear, releasing you with what you felt was the briefest reluctance. He barked at you, his face sterner now-- "Again." --his eyes burning into you as you prepared yourself.

You punched again, this time towards his belly with a low-blow. Kento grunted, and you squeaked as he took the hit without flinching, your hand hitting concrete surely that is a brick fucking wall not a man at all shit--

You felt your legs swept from under you, and landed flat on your back with a bam, crying out and wincing, before opening your eyes. Kento prowled around above you, panting with something other than exertion.

In truth, if you hadn't shown up, he'd have been fucking his fist in the showers. While fighting in itself did not thrill Kento, the resulting burst of testosterone in the adrenaline comedown left his cock rigid and pulsing in a way that pissed him off.

He had not been able to shower; had not been able to lean on his forearm, cursing under the hot water as he furiously stroked himself in his hand, and imagined it was your cunt instead, still yet to quicken his seed within your belly, leaving him feeling somewhat lacking in a way he would never let you know but god he wanted you round and full and blooming so he could fill you again and prove you were his and--

"You can do better than that." Kento growled, something twitching in his jaw. Your chest heaved, looking up at him with glistening doe-eyes that went straight to his cock. He turned as he paced, swallowing hard, running a hand through his hair. "Get up. Lie there on your back, and someone will pin you down."

You stood on shaking legs, wondering how Kento seemed somehow bigger than usual. He stood opposite you again, electrified and taut. The same current passed through you again, and again, and again. You wondered vaguely, how to verbalise how you really wanted him to fight you and to make sure you didn't win so he could take his spoils from your body just as he pleased with you pinned and wet beneath him--

You swung your leg, turning sideways as you kicked...straight into his awaiting grasp. Kento grunted, your ankle under his arm, and drew you in, reeling you in by your leg as you hopped, crying out.

He couldn't disguise the wolfish smirk on his face by this point, and you yelled, laughing, until he reached your thigh, dropping you to the floor and pressing himself between your legs with a satisfied grunt.

"Left yourself open aga--oof--" You took Kento by surprise, rolling him over with your hips, straddling him on the floor. Kento coughed, the briefest how dare you on his lips as he pinched your inner thighs until you gasped, flipping himself on top again.

"--c'mere-- stop squirming-- shit, when I get you--"

"--come on Mr.Nanami, thought you-- fuck-- thought you were-- meant to be good at this--"

Any serious attempt at an education had turned into playful grappling, all hushed giggles and gasps, and Kento's heavy breaths against your skin as he tried to pin you down, too squirmy for him, every inch of you brushing against his rigid cock in a way that drove him mad, growing brittle, more dominant by the second.

Kento groaned against your neck, panting, bear-hugging you.

"--got...haaah...got you-- now-- fuck, stop fighting me--"

You tumbled around each other, your hits growing more powerful as his hands shook with restraint. You tried to crawl away as he dragged you back by your ankles with a growl, pressing into you from behind, and you bucked, throwing him off. Kento cursed, spitting feathers as you kicked out madly, grasping your ankles and pulling them apart so he could pin you down with his hips.

You flipped yourself over with a squeak, trying to claw yourself away, and Kento took his opportunity. He crushed you to the floor from behind, caging you, one thick arm looped around your neck as his whole body heaved with effort.

You stilled, just a little mouse in his jaws, as you felt the twitching heavy length of him rutting lazily into your arse. You felt the blood drain from your head, all the way down to your pussy, leaving you plush and throbbing and ready. You clawed at his forearm, half-hearted, hearing him rumble against your neck.

"--got you...I've got you...fuck..."

"K-Kento...please-- please--"

You squeaked to feel Kento's sharp canines sink into the back of your neck, your squirming only drawing out his groan into something needy and desperate. You felt his other hand trail downwards, cupping the whole length of your pussy from behind, trying to feel the shape of you through your thin gym clothes. You shivered, gulping against his arm.

"Please what?" Kento groaned, his hand reluctantly leaving your pussy to start to inch your gym leggings down, pawing and kneading at the plush of your hips on the way. You shivered, submitting with a bite of the lip, choking out around his arm.

"Please...fill me up...Kento."

Kento groaned, low and long. You felt him nuzzle against the shell of your ear, dexterous hands now yanking your gym leggings down, flinging them aside with conviction.

"Again. Say it again."

"P-please fuck a baby into me, Kento--"

Kento clapped a hand over your mouth, cursing as your hot little breaths leaked out through his fingers.

"You...you only think you know how much time I spend obsessing over it." Kento whispered, husky with desperation. You shivered to feel thick, calloused fingertips begin to tease between your folds, pinching and rolling the flesh around your clit until you whimpered under his hand. "Every day, getting up for work, when all I want is your hips lifted on pillows, so I can fuck myself empty into you again and again."

You felt Kento's fingers increase in pace, rolling, massaging rolling your pert little nub between his fingers, pleasuring you completely, until the itch of bliss started to creep through your hips and belly.

"F-fuck, Kento...please just...just..." You squirmed, wanting to be stretched, and worn by him, placing your pleasure behind duty. Kento bit deeper into the back of your neck, pinning you harder in chastisement.

"Just...just...what? Just fuck you?" Kento laughed, a dry little scoff behind your ear. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, his fingers working with expert knowledge of your twitches and jerks, guiding you by the hand towards your orgasm. "No...we won't be like that. We won't...put aside enjoyment just for the sake of a positive test. No...you'll cum when I say you'll cum."

You mewled, feeling his hand clap over your mouth again to muffle it, shushing you gently, a cautious eye glancing towards the door through his shuddering breaths. Kento's grey joggers did little to disguise the heavy weight of his cock, swollen and needy, with beads of pre-cum gradually darkening the fabric around the tip.

"Be as loud as you like at home...but here? You already interrupted me coming in my hand in the shower--" Kento continued through your squeak of alarm, "--but I won't be interrupted again. Need-- need to cum inside you. Sorry...shit, feel so wet-- good girl--"

Your vision went hazy, your breaths fracturing. Your clamping thighs and arching did little to slow the pace of Kento's fingers, dragging you over the edge like you were on rails. Feeling him pinch and roll your wet fleshy clit, your pussy clenched around nothing as you came with a whimper and a cry, trying desperately to buck anything inside you.

Before you'd even finished your peak, you heard Kento cursing and growling, removing and then replacing his hand for just long enough to press his weeping tip to your entrance, and rub you through the rest of your pleasure.

You squealed aloud beneath the insistent pressure of Kento's hand, as his cock fucked in ragged thrusts through slick cheeks and puffy folds, before burying to the hilt with desperate urgency. Being filled partway through your peak, to the soundtrack of Kento's growling curses, turned your ecstasy lightheaded, your ears ringing as you felt him fuck against your soft spot, barely pulling out.

"...mmmfff...K'n...oooo..."

"Sorry." He gasped, not sorry at all as lights fizzed in his eyes. "Missed that. Bit busy...fuck--so tight--make you tighter--"

Kento kicked the ankles of your outstretched legs to cross, and groaned, deep and guttural, to feel you squeeze his cock even tighter. He bit into your shoulder, crushing you harder against the gym mat with his brisk, deep thrusts.

Kento didn't let you come down, his fingers continuing to rub from side to side over your clit, swiping over the sensitive nub and the deeper wings beside it with such speed, the pleasure burned as one, consuming you in holy fire. You clasped at the hand and arm over your mouth, twitching and convulsing with such savage pleasure, that Kento rendered you base, animalistic.

"--g-good girl...good girl-- shit, pussy sucks harder than y-your mouth...take it. Sh...shit-- take it--"

Your husband had been replaced, spitting dirty talk like venom, his handsome face twisted into something monstrous, needier than you'd ever seen him. Kento slammed into you as though he were a man who needed to prove something to himself-- to you.

You couldn't work out where one orgasm ended and another began, but Kento could. As you moaned behind his hand, your throat sore with whimpers, Kento gasped, shuddering as his thrusts lost coordination, yanked against the hook behind his navel.

"--that'sit...unngghhhhn f-fuck...I'm...I'm..."

Kento rumbled into broken groans, complete and fracturing above you, feeling his orgasm roll through him in thick, sticky waves. He only hoped, vaguely, that it was deep enough, or good enough, or simply enough, his lips pressed in reverence to your sweaty temple as he filled you in moaning pulses.

You panted together through your comedown, Kento's hold on you unchanging, but somehow transforming into an embrace over an arrest. You stroked his forearm, and jolted to feel his fingertips probing around your entrance, fingering the cuff of your flesh around the base of his cock, still buried inside you.

"--au-augh K-Kento...what--"

"Shhh...don't move."

As you stilled, trying to slow your heaving breaths, you heard Kento shudder and groan as his softening cock slipped out of you. His fingers waited at your entrance...waiting for something--

As soon as the thick ooze of his cum reached his fingertips, Kento caught it, fucking it back inside you as you squealed, mewling and clenching, hypersensitive. Kento hyperfocused on the squelch of your cunt like a man possessed, pressing his seed deeper and deeper.

"...just...allow me to..." He breathed heavily against your neck, pinning you down harder as you bucked and squirmed, "...make sure...that my cum is in exactly the right place--"

You stilled with a guttural groan when Kento's fingertips curled forwards, finding the dimpled opening of your cervix and urging his release towards it. Kento laughed, delirious, breathless in your ear.

"...shit...heaven's gate, hmm? Let's feel her suck it all up..." Kento snaked his other hand beneath you, releasing your mouth to primal gasps, and he had the audacity to tut at you when you whined, as he began working on your clit again, treading softly, gently. His first hand still plugged inside you, his wedding ring slippery with your cream, he began to rub your clit to orgasm again, eager to feel you clench and gulp his seed deeper.

"...got to--got to get tougher with this...shit-- can't stand...seeing you upset, I...get this in your belly if--if it's the last thing I do...you can take it, can't you? Mmm...proud of you-- good girl--"

You could do little but dig crescents into the gym mat with your fingertips, prone as Kento worked you with methodical madness, with both of his hands. Effortlessly, he pushed you past juddering hyperstimulation towards another orgasm, ruinous in its scope, making your belly ache with syrupy-sweet contractions.

Kento marvelled, his jaw going slack and eyes fluttering closed as he felt the twitches of your cervix against his fingertips, and the way your pussy sucked his seed upwards, his fingers ensuring it had nowhere else to go. He let you whimper and convulse this way, shuddering to think of his cum painting your womb.

"--give you a baby-- give you what you want...I...no more disappointment, I swear, I-- fuck, you goddess, I-- love you so much, lover, good girl..."

You flopped, dopey on the comedown, shivering as Kento reluctantly slid his fingers out of you, satisfied to see no more of his cum seeping out. He kissed you, overcome with longing, and peppering it over your eyes, your cheeks, your lips.

"I adore you." Kento intoned, and you believed every ounce of the weight of his love. You swallowed thickly, turning yourself to cup his cheek, faux-stern as his eyes glimmered down at you.

"You...were supposed to be...teaching me how to fight." Kento hummed, chuckling, enjoying the way your jaw dropped as he licked his fingers clean.

"Yes, well...another time, perhaps. For now...I'm sure the showers are free, Mrs.Nanami."

wonderful dividers by @thecutestgrotto

[the-golden-comet]

✨🥊OC Fight Tag 🥊✨

Thank you for the tags, @willtheweaver here @tragedycoded here, @illarian-rambling here, and @sableglass here!! Let’s dive right into it with the main pair from Peter Hart 💛💫✨

Peter Hart

Health: 10

Strength: 9

Speed: 6

Armor: 8

Cunning: 10

Special Attack: “Hey, what’s that?”— distracts the target to swipe money and drain a portion of opponent SP meter. Fully depletes own meter to use. Each gold swiped adds +0.5 to all stats until the end of the round. Caps at 13.

Weakness: Shoulder/face shots

Idle animation: one hand on hip, other loosely at side. Occasionally takes out flintlock and twirls with embellishments, before putting it back in the holster. Secondary animation, grins as a sun sparkle glints off his teeth.

Benjamin

Health: 5

Strength: 6

Speed: 10

Armor: 4

Cunning: 6

Special Attack: “Lucky Shot”— Upon firing his gun, has a 25% chance to crit with damage equaling 200% of his current strength. Uses half SP meter to use. Strength gradually increases by intervals of 0.5 for every 15 seconds in the current round. Resets at the end of each round.

Weakness: Legs/Leg sweeps

Idle animation: Arms crossed, uses one hand to occasionally flip loose strand of hair away from face. Resting bitch face, perpetually looks pissed off. Taps foot impatiently if no input after 10 seconds.

That was fun! I’m going to (gently, no pressure) tag: @autism-purgatory , @words-after-midnight , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @alinacapellabooks , @quillswriting , @paeliae-occasionally , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @drchenquill , @honeybewrites , @somethingclevermahogony , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @lychhiker-writes , @mysticstarlightduck , @houseplantblank , @thecomfywriter , @finickyfelix , @thatuselesshuman , @lavender-gloom , @smellyrottentrees , @worlds-tallest-fairy , @rhikasa , @aintgonnatakethis , @topazadine , @ath3alin , @avaseofpeonies , @theverumproject , @cowboybrunch , @jev-urisk , @amielbjacobs , @mundanemoongirl , @minamaybe , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @inadequatecowboy , @rotting-moon-writes , @saturnine-saturneight , +open tag! ✨

[bleedingoptimism]

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 

𝗧𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 

“You should tell him,” she says for the fifth time that day.

“Noo. No way,” Steve yells from the back room, coming back to the front with a pile of freshly rewinded VHS’.

“Come on! I told you he openly flirts with you all the time dude! He’s into you,” Robin whines as she takes half the pile from him.

They move together through the aisles of Family Video putting the movies in their place,

“No Rob, that's just how he is. He flirts with everybody,” he says, shrugging.

“No, he does not!”

Steve’s never heard Robin so close to throwing an actual tantrum before, and he would think it funny if it wasn’t about Eddie and his nonexisting feelings for him.

“You're just biased,” Steve tells her fondly. 

Robin rolls her eyes and huffs, “How is this any different from when you tell me to talk to Vicky?”

“Because I'm sure Vicky likes you back!” he answers with an exasperated sigh.

“Well, I'm sure Eddie likes you!” Robin says and sighs even louder than Steve, mocking him.

He snorts and moves back to the other side of the counter, pretending to check something on the computer desk. Robin finishes putting the VHS’ back in place and rounds the counter too, leans against it with her hip, and looks at Steve, raising her eyebrows pointedly. He snorts again at her antics.

“OK, fine! Tell you what. I’ll tell Munson…If you tell Vicky,” he smirks.

“Deal!” Robin exclaims, extending her hand.

Steve’s smile drops and he stares at her, does not take her hand. “What? No way you’ll do it.”

“I will! I’ll even do it first if you’re too chicken shit, but you have to promise you’ll do it no matter what.”

She waits for a moment for him to take her hand and after a while raises her eyebrows, “Well?”

He thinks about it as he very slowly starts raising his hand, the tension in the store palpable as his hand comes close to hers while he scans her eyes, looking for a trap, or a way out of this.

Which is probably why neither of them hears when the door opens.

Robin wiggles her eyebrows again, pressuring him. He is just about to close the gap when he retracts his hand quickly and shakes it in the air.

“No! Fuck you, Rob. I’m not telling Eddie I like him,” he tells her.

“What?!” Dustin shouts standing in front of them.

𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱

part 1: ❤️

part 2: 🧡

part 3: 💛

part 4: 💚

part 5: 💙

part 6: 💜

part 7: 💗

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[colourstreakgryffin]

The Six Pillars; Masterlist #3~

Welcome to my third temple~! Here is the rest of the Masterlist I couldn’t fit on my first one~! This is the era of my hardwork on Tumblr

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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer~❤️

🧡 Kyojuro: Troublesome Taps

🧡🩷 Kyojuro and Mitsuri: Child of Flames

💜❤️ Genya and Kaigaku: Body Matters

💙 Muichiro: Three Little Kittens

❤️ Tanjiro: Protection Squad

🌈💜🧡 Douma, Kokushibo and Kyojuro: Little Gem

💚 Kanao: Sunflowers and Roses

💜💜 Obanai and Kokushibo: Snowy Irises

❤️ Muzan: Ruler of my Heart

💜 Obanai: Elite Nine, Lord of Poisons

🧡 Kyojuro: Fantasy is True

💜 Obanai: Sombre Joke

💜 Shinobu: Longterm Infatuation

❤️ Tanjiro: Golden Child

❤️ Muzan: New Member

❤️💜 Yoriichi and Michikatsu: Day and Night Chatting

🌈 Douma: Creamy Paint

❤️ Muzan: Wandering Child

💜🌈❤️ Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza: Nicknaming Game

💜 Shinobu: Bath of Scolding

💚 Sanemi: Grandest Reward

🧡❤️ Kyojuro and Akaza: Falling Hopes

🖤 Zohakuten: The Victim

❤️ Tanjiro: Just So Snuggly

🖤 Zohakuten: Hate and Love, Black and White

💛 Hotaru: I Don’t Like You

💜 Kokushibo: Round and Plump

❤️💛💜 Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Obanai: Grade Falter

❤️ Tanjiro: Truly Accidental

🌈 Douma: Fascinating Tales

💙 Giyuu: All the Respect

💚 Karaku: Temple of Leisure

💚💜 Sanemi and Genya: Internal Guardians

💛💚❤️ Urogi, Karaku and Sekido: Hybrid Fun

💚 Gyutaro: Shared Links

💙💚❤️ Aizetsu, Karaku and Sekido: Multi-Babysitter

💜🩷 Obanai and Mitsuri: Dear Reptile

💙 Giyuu: Hopeless Attempts

❤️❤️ Muzan and Akaza: Daddy’s Support

💙 Yuichiro: A Bad Feeling

❤️❤️ Sekido and Kaigaku: Work Policy

💜💜 Kokushibo and Obanai: Protective Impairment

🧡 Kyojuro: Sweet Nightmares

🧡 Senjuro: Musical Heartbeat

❤️ Rui: Funnel Blanket

🌈 Douma: Rainbow Bridge

💜 Obanai: Happy Birthday, King

❤️ Tanjiro: My Bad Habits

❤️ Rui: Spinning Web

💙 Yuichiro: Foggy Head

💜 Obanai: Sugar Catches the Fly

💚💜🧡 Sanemi, Shinobu and Senjuro: Pirate Royal

❤️ Akaza: Power Pair

❤️ Yoriichi: Far Too Attached

💜🌈❤️ Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza: Book By the Cover

❤️ Kamaboko Squad: Merfolk AU

💜 KNY: Hilarity Contest

💜 KNY: Cookie Tray

💛 Hantengu: Embrace Me and Kiss Me

💜 KNY: Crack Mess

💙 Gyokko: Evil Spirit

💜 Kokushibo: Item Mountain

💜 Kokushibo: Faster, Stronger, Smarter

❤️ Yoriichi: So Mean

🌈 Douma: Grand Party

❤️ Muzan: Trio of Disaster

❤️💜 Tanjiro and Obanai: Social Aid

❤️ Tengen: Flashiest Father

❤️ Muzan: True Angel

💜 Obanai: Bandy Bandy

🖤 Gyomei: Child of Sunshine

💜 Kokushibo: Amore Shrine

🩷 Kanae: Loving Spouse

💙 Muichiro: Entomophobia

💜 Shinobu: Amblyodipsa

💙🩷❤️ Muichiro, Mitsuri and Tanjiro: Scary Habit

❤️❤️💜 Kaigaku, Tengen and Obanai: Beauty and Grace

💚💙💜 Sanemi, Giyuu and Shinobu: Worse Accident

🧡💛 Hashira: Playing Favourites

💚 Sanemi: Little Things

❤️ Sekido: One’s Bewilderment

❤️ Muzan: Hide and Seek

💙🩷 Muichiro and Mitsuri: Gamble of a Lifetime

🩷 Mitsuri: Pink Hognose

🌈 Douma: Rubbing Post

💙💜❤️ Muichiro, Obanai and Tanjiro: Not Your Fault

💙💜💚 Giyuu, Obanai and Sanemi: Lady of my Dreams

🧡💛 Hashira: Excitement Test

Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen~💜

🖤 Toji: Little Crybaby

💚 Maki: Multiple Problems

💙 Satoru: Daddy’s Clingy Little Princess

Pillar #3: JoJo Bizarre Adventure~💚

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Pillar #4: Death Note~💙

🖤 L: K.I.N.K

🖤 L: Kindred Shackle

Pillar #5: Haikyuu~💛

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Pillar #6: Record of Ragnorak~🩷

🧡 Buddha: Enlightenment Gone Corrupted

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Additional Pillar~🖤

💙 Tomura: Cracking Bond

🖤 Tumblr Trend: Five Things

Here is the fourth temple of this blog’s overall Masterlist~ Masterlist #4