#💭 by anon

[benjinotes]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

request: hi, can you do one shot of jealous, Benji? One of the Black's allies tries to flirt with her, maybe

pairings: benjicot blackwood x fem (bracken) reader

warnings: jealousy, little spicy, a little angst w//happy ending, mentions of violence and blood.

ask me for permission before translating

Benjicot Blackwood should hate you, despise you even.

Your homes fueled an animosity that went back generations, rooted in ancient disputes and rivalries, and the hatred he harbored for you was so intense and overwhelming that it infiltrated every thought, every action, and every cell in his body.

That burning resentment consumed his soul in such a way that he almost couldn't remember anything else when he was with you, as if his very existence had been eclipsed by your presence.

But despite this deep hatred, there was something inexplicable and profound that pulled him towards you-an irresistible force that he could not understand.

Each small encounter, no matter how full of hostility and provocation, revealed a complexity of emotions that went beyond the pure aversion felt by any of your ancestors toward each other.

And the fine line between love and hate began to blur; Benjicot found himself increasingly lost in this tangle of conflicting and bewildering feelings, now completely unable to ignore the disturbing fascination that you held over him.

Watching from afar as you spoke to Cregan Stark, he fixed his burning gaze in your direction. The expression on his face was a mixture of anger and a little sadness, which only increased as you approached Cregan or smiled in his direction. He was hating it; he wanted so badly to stop that interaction, and his veins burned for him to do so.

However, Benjicot was aware that he could not act hastily, especially in the presence of practically the entire court and Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen's loyal allies who occupied that room. Furthermore, the presence of your brother, positioned behind you, did not help at all; he watched him with an arched eyebrow and a wry smile, an expression that Benji felt an almost irresistible impulse to confront with a punch.

Yet, he contained himself, being aware of the consequences that his actions could have in that place, and turned his angry gaze from your direction to one of the nobles who were next to him while trying to hide the wave of jealousy that was boiling inside him. The feeling of you being so close to another man who wasn't his made him nervous and uncomfortable, and he could already start to feel the collar of your tunic tightening his neck.

But he wanted to beat Cregan Stark; damn it, he wanted to rub Lord Stark's face in the ground just for the simple fact that the man thought he was worthy enough to even talk to you.

No one was worthy enough of you, not even himself.

"Are you alright?" Benji heard his aunt's voice filled with concern, but he just nodded, ignoring the shards of glass embedded in his hands from his tight grip on the wine glass.

She simply nodded, he could notice her eyes showing distrust, as she turned her attention to the lords of House Royce in a conversation that Benji honestly made no attempt to hear.

He returned to observing you with a forced seriousness, trying to ignore the pain from the cuts on his hands caused by the broken glass.

However, the pain he felt physically was quickly replaced by another overwhelming feeling of jealousy and sadness as he realized that now you were not only talking like before with Lord Stark but also smiling in the other man's direction, with such a soft and gentle smile, and that made his heart stop for a moment.

That wasn't fair. You had ignored him for days and now here you were smiling at another man in a way you had never smiled at him, and in such a genuine and sweet way that he didn't know whether to knock Lord Stark for being the person you were heading, or thanked him for giving him the chance to see you smile like that.

But one thing was certain: Benji couldn't bear this any longer, and when he saw you get up from the table and walk through the wooden door, he stood up from the table abruptly and followed you without hesitation, ignoring the questioning look from his aunt and the curious looks of the other lords at the table. His heart pounded with every step closer to you.

He knew it was a rash attitude, but he couldn't control it, not when he was in battles or when it came to you.

Benjicot's footsteps echoed audibly as he approached you, and with that, you turned back, surprised to find Benji's brown eyes looking at you with something so different from the other times.

His eyes, unlike other times, seemed to carry a mixture of hurt and confusion as they looked towards yours, which showed a hint of regret.

However, you just straightened your back, ignoring the feeling that was now running through your veins, and looked at him with superiority—a superiority that would have made him laugh if it weren't for these circumstances. "What do you want, Blackwood?" You asked sourly, but despite that, he seemed to lean towards the sound of the voice he hadn't heard lately.

You were expecting a teasing response the moment Benji seemed to stretch your back; however, nothing prepared you for what he was about to say. "Why are you ignoring me?" He asked softly, but you could hear a sour tone in the middle of it. After all, Benjicot never managed to be sweet without a little bitterness.

"What?"

He moved closer to you, and every step Benjicot took towards you was another step you took back, but he didn't stop; he didn't stop until you were cradled between his arms and the cold marble of the halls of that palace.

"I asked." He began, his voice soft and rough at the same time as he tilted his face closer to yours. "Why are you ignoring me?" He repeated it again, and this time he seemed a little angry as he looked at you, who remained silent as you looked into his eyes.

‘Why are you ignoring me?’

You didn't know; maybe it was because you were fed up with his lame jokes; maybe it was because of how rich your houses were; or maybe it was the simple fact that you hated him so much that you could barely breathe properly when you looked at his direction. In either way, you didn't know.

"Hmm?" He asked in a low voice, tilting his head even more in your direction and making your breaths mix in the short space that separated you. He was close—too close.

And you wanted him, even more closer.

"You're not going to ans — ?" Benjicot started, but before he could finish the sentence, you smashed his lips, covering them with your own, and making him gasp in surprise but quickly returning the kiss with the same intensity and strength.

When you pulled him firmly by the neck, bringing him closer, you felt his smile against your mouth, accompanied by a squeeze on your waist that made you gasp in surprise, and Benji, taking advantage of your reaction, inserted his tongue into your mouth, intensifying the kiss even more. 

You knew you shouldn't be doing this; it was wrong; it was completely wrong; your homes were enemies and your families hated each other, but the kisses that Benji now left on your neck made you forget about that and focus on the good part of the hate, in the intense and pleasurable part of the hate you both had for each other.

"I don't want you to go near Lord Stark again, ok?" He murmured while placing small kisses on the part of your bust that was exposed; the blood he had on his hands now marked your clothed waist, and you breathed dizzily, too disconcerted to be able to form a concrete word.

That was good, so good.

"Excellent." Benji murmured, lifting his head again, giving a smile when he noticed your red cheeks and swollen lips, and leaving one last kiss on your lips.

He might not make you smile like that, but this sure felt a lot better.

— my first one-shot, honestly i still don’t know how to feel about this, but i hope you enjoy!!

— english is not my first language, so please be respectful.

— benjicot blackwood fic.

tag: @h-0-error

[mcondance]

miguel's fav position is def mating press, but what about hobie. do u think he likes you on top so he can touch everywhere or on all fours, using his size to press against you?

hobie’s favorite position is… baby i’m drawing a blank i feel like he likes every single position like he just loves being inside you but if i had to choose… it’s either missionary with your legs over his shoulders or with you on top cause his dirty talk goes crazy with you on top 💯 you bein in control turns him on BAD so he’s literally encouraging you and telling you to take what you need and to ride him “just like that” and to “show me how much you love this dick, yeah?”

(bonus! he also rlly likes when you talk to him while he’s fucking your brains out. he’s all about your pleasure so over time he’s taught you to tell him when he’s doing something you rlly like. say he angles his hips a certain way. he presses up against your spot n you go crazy and start saying shit like “yeah, right there, feels so good” … he will go insane. makes sure he presses against that spot with every thrust and he’s moaning “yeah? right there? tell me how fuckin’ good it feels, love.”)

[deviouz]

thinking about leon kennedy and how he talks you through another orgasm and how he's just the softest dom - 🐀

i love love love gentle dom leon so much <3

“c’mon, sweetheart, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

his voice is gentle against your ear, evading your senses in such a way it has you feeling just the slightest bit overwhelmed by the sensation of it all. it was a stark contrast to the way his fingers pistoned in and out of your drooling cunt. it had been difficult to keep still after the second orgasm, and the third one had left leon with no choice but to keep your legs pried apart with his own. confusion plagued your mind, only managing to seep in passing waves amidst the rampant pleasure.

“leon, can’t,” your words were slurred as your body trembled, thighs trying their absolute hardest to clamp shut around his incessant hand. “too much, too much, please-!”

the soft coos and gentle shushing had you keening, eyes rolling back at the curl of skilled fingers, thumb unwavering against your swollen clit.

“you’re so good for me, so pretty,” leon grinned as he watched your back bow for the umpteenth time that night. your cries of ecstasy reverberated in the otherwise quiet room. as you came, body shuddering and writhing about in the comfort of his arms, leon eased you through the aftermath of your climax. chest heaving, your eyes finally slipped shut. your thoughts had finally cleared, coherency beginning to front itself once again.

“one more time?” leon’s hand went to rub at your thighs, taking pleasure in the way you canted into his touch. “let me see you cum on my cock, baby.”

[princessbrunette]

hmmmm this oral fixation thing is giving me !! thoughts !! maybe with jombee or rafe u find urself biting on a flower or literally anything n he just instinctively shoves his fingers in ur mouth like “hey no, spit that out” :(( but u oblige anyways bc his fingers act as a substitute hehe <3 💭

this makes me giggle because they’d go about it kinda similar but kinda different ??

♡₊˚ 👜・₊ ♛ ₊˚⊹♡

you’ve always been curious, a bit peculiar, acted on impulse — so it’s no surprise to john b when he finds you squatting outside the chateau stuffing a flower into your mouth. “hey, no— we don’t do that.” he’s quick to jog right up to you, squatting at your side and prying your mouth open like you’re really a dog, his fingers scraping along your tongue to make sure he’s got everything out. you let him, sticking your tongue out as he pulls off a rogue petal. “whats with all the chewing on random stuff, bub? are you nervous again?” he coo’s gently and you sense the slight exasperation in his voice. you nod, making no move to explain as he gets a little more comfortable sat beside you in the grass, pulling you against him.

“uh-huh. that’s okay. i got something better.” he eases his two longest fingers back into your mouth with you now leaning against him and you relax a little, biting and sucking on his fingers. “you’re funny, pup.” he shakes his head, a light chuckle leaving him.

rafe however knows when you’re about to stick something you shouldn’t in your mouth. he watches you, watches the thought cross your mind before you let the idea win — quickly shoving it into your mouth without realising he’s looking. he grabs you quickly by the scruff of the neck, clasping a hand under your chin. “spit it out, kid. now.” you do as he says and he shakes his head, tossing it away and wiping his hand. “you—you cannot do that, okay?”

“i want to put something in my mouth. im anxious.” you explain, fists clenched by your side. rafe sighs, scratching at his cheek as he ponders a solution, always the problem solver.

“alright, inside.” he nods towards the house before marching towards it expecting you to follow. you do, loyally so— and he grips you gently and pulls you onto the couch. “you’re all… wound up over nothing. gonna sit your ass down and watch a movie, yeah?”

he loops a heavy arm around your neck to pull you against his chest, navigating the remote with the other hand.

“but i wanna—” your whiny complaint is cut off by him shoving his fingers into your mouth, stuffing it completely which makes you fall into silence, give or take a few hiccups and occasional wet gags.

“yeah, just take that n’shut up for a little. okay?”

♡₊˚ 👜・₊ ♛ ₊˚⊹♡

[dipperscavern]

“denial. realization. obsession.” prompt with cregan… Urggghhhhggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh im howling at the moon. like imagine being a southern highborn lady who was betrothed to cregan (against the wills of both of you so be fair). he feels inconvenienced by this match so he chooses to be cold… he hates your southern attitude, he hates how he feels as if he had no choice in this match, he just hates how different you feel because my man #CANTHANDLECHANGE!!!!

but everyone knows hes downbad… they can see it in the way he looms over you when another man reaches to shake your hand, the way his hands snake around your waist as he assists you onto your horse (and onto his horse when your legs get tired), the way he stares at you from afar. the atmosphere around you two is literally oozing with sexual tension so thick its tangible

sorry if i accidentally answered my own ask but i feel like we have much to discuss. (its been too long)

#CasualDominance👅👅👅 #PossessiveCregan💦💦💦 #MoodyYoungAdultCregan🍆🍆🍆 #LittleBitchCregan😍😍😍 #SizeKink😈😈😈

- pondering anon

PONDERERRRRR I LOVE U. so happy to see u in my inbox once more :3

now… this MAY have to wait until after the celebration… ONLY BEVAUSE I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT. I WANNA MAKE IT LIKE A PROPER FIC/BLURB AND THIS PROMPT IS TOO DELICIOUS TO RUSH. WOULD RHAY BE OKAY EITH YOU MY PONDERING SAVIOR? lmk if you’re just in the mood for a cregan blurb and i will most certainly cast u a spell tee hee

your brain. i need it i love it it’s wonderful UGHHHDHDH U COME IP WITH THE HREATEST STUFF. ALSO THE HASHTAGS HELP U GET ME

[jenomov]

jeno is seriously such a mating press baby trapper kind of guy. hed use his insanely beefy body to press you down and force you to take every drop of his load as his tip kisses your cervix and knocks you up :3

you wouldn’t believe how my jaw dropped reading this

jeno x reader

warnings: breeding, dubcon

you knew that jeno wanted to have kids, you just didn’t know when exactly. after ignoring the conversation for months, jeno finally had enough.

you hadn’t realized how badly he wanted to knock you up until you felt his grip tightening on your legs. he refused to let you go, your folded body was trapped under his weight, angry cock drilling into your hole, hearing him mutter words your brain couldn’t comprehend.

“j-jeno… can’t move…” you could barely speak up, breath being knocked out of your lungs by every hard thrusts your boyfriend made.

“shut up, just fucking take it.” you felt his heavy breathing on your face, signalling that he was close. sure you were scared, but all your worries melted away when you felt his warm load inside your bruised cervix. you whined when you felt him pull out, earning him a groan.

you felt weak, body aching from being folded in half, but jeno wasn’t quite done with you yet. he flipped you on your tummy, pushing your head into the pillows, making you squeal. you felt him whisper into your ear before teasing your holes.

“i’ll fuck my load into your cunt until you’re swollen, got it?” you whined and when you didn’t give him an answer, he pulled your hair, making your back arch against his chest.

“uh-huh..” all you could focus on was his cock against your ass, your eyes watering because he was so rough with you, but you loved it.

“good girl.”

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Need to make out with Natalie to fade into you, like, I’m not letting that travnat breakup claim that song 😡

Like imagine her driving you home from a party and you’re both a little drunk, and you beg her to let you have the aux and she’s like ‘fine fine…’ and you put on that song, and she giggles as you sing along and everything. She then suddenly pulls over just to kiss you, and then that turns to making out… she doesn’t even care that the song is on repeat she’s just so in love :(

(totally wouldn’t mind a mini fic/blurb on this concept…..)

also btw good luck for college!!! you’re gonna do great 💕💕

Fade in to You

Ooooh yes (but I don't condone drunk driving so you're both sober)

Also thank you!! I hope I do lmao <3

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"Nat! Just let me play one song! Just one, I swear, and then we can go back to listening to whatever this shit is," you beg, giving your best puppy eyes. Not that she was paying much attention.

"Fine, okay, whatever. One song. That's it. And my music isn't "shit", by the way." She rolls her eyes, handing her phone out to you. By this point, you've earned the rights to her password, so it's easy to navigate to Spotify and cue up the song you want.

As soon as it starts playing, you begin humming along.

"I wanna hold the hand inside you," you sing softly, reaching out for Nat's hand. You knew it was extremely corny, but you couldn't help it. Not with her.

She rolls her eyes but takes your hand anyways, still keeping her eyes on the road. You keep singing, getting more exaggerated as the song goes on. At this point, you're waiting for her to break and start laughing. What you're not expecting, is for her to pull the car off the road and into a grocery store parking lot.

"Nat-?"

Before you can even finish your sentence, she leans over the center console and kisses you. It's soft and sweet, and after a moment she pulls away to look you in the eyes.

"Fucking idiot," she says, and kisses you again. It starts off like the first, slow and gentle, before she's slipping her tongue into your mouth. It's still sweet, but rougher. More Natalie.

You practically melt, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she kisses you. One of her hands cups your cheek as the other one tangles into your hair.

The two of you stay like that for what seems like hours, just lost in each other, until you inevitably have to pull away to breathe.

"So I'm guessing you like my song more than you thought you were going to, huh?"

"Yeah, it was the song that I liked. Nothing else." She buckles back in and starts the car back up before intertwining your fingers again. You just grin stupidly from the passenger seat, and don't make a move to change the song at all.

[seongminiz]

do u wanna talk about prof jiwoong more?👉🏻👈🏻 i was thinking about thigh riding with him… if he sits u on his lap while he’s doing work or smth in his office and makes u get off on his thigh😖😖😖 calling u all kinds of nasty names and mocking u for how u struggle to climax, making such a mess all over his beige trousers.. the wet spot so obvious🤭🤭

- 🧁 anon

yesss omg jiwoong making u ride his thigh ☆_☆

you've been acting a little too bratty for his liking lately , being wayyy too touchy with matthew right in front of him to make him jealous (tbh , it just turns jiwoong on more bc it reminds him that even if matt is ur boyfriend , you'll always end up going back to him 💔) , so when u step into his office expecting one of ur normal hook ups he just .. looks at u with such a disappointed look u genuinely feel ur heart drop . like yea whatever sex with jiwoong is great but u cant deny theres a part of u that seeks out validation from him . u r about to ask him whats wrong , but he simply pats his thigh n u immediately know where this is going . before straddling his thigh u reach for ur underwear to take it off , but jiwoong stops u bc its so much more humiliating for u to cum fully clothed n he knows it :')

the rest of ur time is spent desperately trying to get off on jiwoong's thigh while he works , acting like u r not even there even when u get to a point where you're crying n begging him to help u cum . the only moment jiwoong actually pays attention to u is when u slow down or stop , slapping ur thigh to prompt u to start moving again :3

when u do eventually cum , its such an unsatisfying orgasm u genuinely just want to go home n deal with it on ur own (maybe ask matthew to finish the job ? eheh) , but when u go to stand up jiwoong grips ur waist n holds u in place , making u sit uncomfortably in ur own cum for a while 💔

when he does finish working he'll make it up to u tho , sitting u on his desk n eating u out until u cum properly („• ᴗ •„) but maybe ur still pissed at him , maybe u have learned nothing n this need for revenge has only fueled ur brattiness , n maybe that brings u to matthews place instead of urs , in his bed as hes fucking u so good its really just an accident when u somehow end up calling jiwoong n letting him hear exactly what hes missing out on :3

(kinda went crazy at the end oops)

[jinxificada]

Your blood, a mixture of my necessity and desire

Its scarlet glow within me casting a huge blazing fire

Its hypnotizing color, playing me, as if a lyre

My mouth to your flesh, taste of sweetness is what i aspire.

The soft hue of orange your skin casts is all i ponder

The clothing that hangs on your shoulder, hiding the wonder

Wonders that comes close to perfection, as like a flower

Beneath the flesh, the liquid i desire, what i devour

ཻུ۪۪ ༄࿐༉⁎ ⁺

hey gang !!! lil teaser written by skibidi anon for PREPARE UR PANTIES !! a vamp!jinx series !!

"HEY CHAT ITS ME THE ONE AND ONLY RIZZLER, so me and leni kinda cooked w this one and still am😈😈 ts slaps (fr) and im planning on drawing some scenes! stay tuned gay fuckers my skibidi toilet will finally have its fanum tax, skibidi flushed🚽"

we are just starting but trust me when i say we’re fucking excited for this 😝😝 STAY TUNED !!

NOW TAGLIST 🗯️🗯️ comment if u wanna be tagged whenever we post something related to this fic !!

[saviorellie]

do u have any fic recs? abby, ellie, anything u have i’ll take! 🫶🫶

of course i do ! below the cut are some of my favorite fics & blurbs !

ELLIE : literally anything @loaksky & @seattlesellie & @millersaurora write ellie fluff by @seattlesellie kissing ellie's freckles by @millersaurora loser!ellie headcannons by @hundredandsix more loser!ellie headcannons by @castasplla modern!ellie headcannons by @totheblood NSFW ELLIE : service sub ellie by @seattlesellie ellie getting strapped by @cottontears endlessly by @poutsiez ellie squirting by @pnwellie safe word usage w ellie by @poisonedprose cats cradle by @elsweetheart strawberries, cherries, & an angel's kiss in spring by @porcelainbambi when the sun goes down by @millersaurora

ABBY : gf abby headcannons by @hyperfixatesnwrites kneeling at abby's feet by @hope-drunk clumsy reader, emt abby by @loaksky NSFW ABBY : softdom abby, virgin reader by @millersaurora corruption kink in church (?) by @clearheartgreyflowers mean rough abby by @angvlita abby braiding your hair by @ivyblxnde primadonna by @poutsiez feelin hot to the touch by @elsweetheart

[roronoagem]

Person who asked for Law with reader who was forced to eat a devil fruit. Can I go by 🐻‍❄️ anon?

Ahhhh! You did a great job!!! Thank you so so much!

I think it'd be funny to see a continuation. Maybe Bepo stays a little bit closer to reader just in case she falls over again and Law gets jealous that he can't be the one to dive in and save her?

🐻‍❄️

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: gn!reader, jealous!law, bepo is super cute (he’s my baby fr) & poor attempt at fluff i think idk.

a/n: omg thank you so much !! of course you can be 🐻‍❄️ anon — basically bepo anon huh, i’m gonna add you to my list hehe. this one is short fr, i could only think of a tiny convo between them. i apologise if this is not what you expected >_< .

after the accident, bepo decided to stay super close to you.

“you don’t have to act like a baby-sitter, bepo,” you would try to ease his tension. it doesn’t work of course.

“i have to be ready to help you!”

bepo’s closeness caught the attention of a certain someone who unconsciously grew jealous of this whole situation.

“bepo i’m okay, i promise. i’m just sitting here watching the waves,” he’s hugging you. no literally he’s holding you to make sure you won’t slip into the water.

law noticed how whenever you were walking around on the deck doing whatever task, the polar bear acted like your shadow.

he wasn’t really jealous of him being too close to you, he was jealous of the fact that 1. he would be the first to see if something happens and 2. he could actually jump in to save you.

this is something law could never do because of his devil fruit.

you noticed the way he acted a bit different after that, not really thinking his change in behaviour was a consequence of bepo being there for you at all times — well, not in that sense.

“law!” you walked right into his office, making your presence known even before he could see your figure. he hummed, acknowledging your presence, eyes focusing on the pages of the book he was reading.

“are you sad?” you sat right next to him, pouting. “hm?” law glanced at you, curious as to why you were asking something like that. “it looks like you’re always pouting when you see me on the deck. did something happen?”

was he that obvious?

“no, i’m okay,” he shrugged it off and went back to his book. “are you jealous?” you smirked, your tone showing amusement now. “what— no. why would i be?” he rolled his eyes.

“because bepo’s not afraid to hug me in public,” you suggested, trying to find a way to let him spit the truth out. “i hug you,” he corrected, not even glancing at you this time. you huffed and then looked down for a moment, trying to think of something else.

“he can do something i can’t, though,” his voice was low but you heard it clear as a day. “huh?” you raised your brows, confused. “what if you fall once again? he can jump in,” he added after a long moment of silence.

you realised what he meant and swiftly moved closer, searching for his gaze. “i don’t care about that, because you protect me in many other ways and that’s all that matters,” you took his hand, tracing his tattoos with your thumb slowly. as law finally met your eyes, you offered him a sweet smile. “i guess… you’re right,” he finally, but slowly, gave in. it wasn’t rational, feeling jealous of something like that.

“so… you were, in fact, jealous,” you then laughed at him, easing the tension between you two. law rolled his eyes, cheeks turning slightly pink now. “shut up,” he tried to sound offended but seeing you laughing changed his mood, as he secretly enjoyed watching you spread your happiness like that.

[poutypisces]

currently cracking my skull open over james just. letting me sleep in his lap. and occasionally letting me cockwarm him oop

- 💥 anon

do u want me to kill myself 😣 i just woke up so forgive me

james is a big softie when it comes to u he’s definitely letting u sleep on his lap, his big hands are more than likely going to be running through ur hair until he notices ur asleep, which he’d keep playing with ur hair bc he knows you’ll wake up grumpy if he stops 😣

now cockwarming has my brain going BBRRRRR he lets u do this when you or him have had a long day and it’s just so nice and he’s so big and u feel so full 😣 and he may just fuck the living hell out of u if ur a good girl 😣😣😣😣

[deviouz]

. . . WILDFLOWER !

a/n: just a little drabble about satoru and a chubby coded!reader <3

“Satoru, what are you doing?”

“‘m just admiring you.”

From your sprawled out position on the couch, you lifted your head up and glanced away from your phone to look at Satoru. He had nestled his way between your legs, toned arms going to wrap around your middle while his head laid on the plush of your stomach. From what you had gathered, he looked content. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his eyes closed, allowing the white of his lashes to dance across his cheeks.

A sudden bout of anxiety flooded throughout your mind, rendering your muscles tense and nails digging into your palms.

You weren’t blind. While Satoru was the ever attentive boyfriend, there were only so many times you could resist the dread that wracked your skeptical mind. You were aware of what other people said, sometimes when out of audible range and sometimes not. The beauty standards were unfair and scarcely regarded your body type as something to be viewed as beautiful.

“You’re thinking again,” came a huffed out voice, dragging you away from the depths of your mind, “you’re tense. What’s wrong?”

Forcing your muscles to relax, your head dropped back down, cushioned by the pillowy fabric beneath.

“Nothing.”

Satoru groaned, long and definitely played up for a dramatic flair, ever so in character. “You know I can tell when you lie, right? It’s my super power. I’m like Daredevil.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “When were you gonna tell me you have superhuman hearing?”

Satoru caged you between his arms, leaning over you with a smirk. “What do you think the glasses are for, sweetheart?”

His head dipped down, nose briefly brushing against your own before his lips captured yours into a gentle kiss. It conveyed every emotion he felt about you — happiness, safety, and an overwhelming amount of love.

The kiss could have lasted hours, for all you knew. By the time the two of you had separated, Satoru’s lips were a little pinker and swollen, pretty eyes garnering nothing but a profound adoration and fondness.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life.”

Although the words were whispered, they rang about in your head, reverberating into your very core. The stunned look must have given you away, as Satoru was quick to cover your face with kisses and continue whispering compliment after compliment until your eyes glazed over with tears and lower lip began to tremble.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know. Don’t forget that, okay?”

[dipperscavern]

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Now listen to me. being so close to the true north your hands are bound to get a bit chilly. so when you give him a handjob he flinches at the initial contact of your hand touching his- :/

- 💭

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

cause his [REDACTED] is throbbing. hot and heavy and needing, and jon thinks he may cum from you accidentally brushing his clothed [CONTENT DELETED] when hurriedly unlacing his breeches. and when you finally get him in your hand? CHRIST. the little gasp that falls from his lips as his mouth falls open, and he flinches away from you only for a second, before his hips jut forward in fear you’ll pull away.

you say his name so sweetly, asking if he’s alright, but asking him to form a response right now is cruel. all he can do is nod his head as he tries to calm himself down and breathe, a shuddering inhale of air being all he can manage. and even that’s short lived, because in the middle of that your thumb swipes across his tip, and it has a noise rising from the back of his throat — interrupting his intake of air. his eyes are mixed between being glued to where your hand is wrapped around his [GUNSHOT], and fluttering shut from the feeling. jon’s on fire, nerves and brain and [EXPLOSION] alike. your hands are iced, cold and inviting and so pleasurable — and they’re moving.

[pinchan]

hi, do you have that image of kenjaku that you drew that says "if nobody got me, i know she doesn't / don't either"? i think of it daily and i can't find it anymore

here you go boss 🫡

[gloriousburden]

This is SO late, but I just have to say my piece on the Loki Series and Mobius (both derogatory).

The only good part of the series was when Loki landed in the Gobi Desert and flicked away his gag, after that, all the gentrification, oocness, and other stupidity began for me. The way he would never say 85% of those lines, and how he was made to be so “quirky” via humiliation after the Battle of New York?

Mobius is so fucking far up his own delusions, like he basically watches other realities and people through screens, he only socially interacts with other TVA staff, is friends with one of the main fascists in charge, etc. 

His fucking “I’m a nice guy” act makes me want to fucking punch him all the more harder.

In some ways, I have more respect for that TVA officer in Roxxcart being like “they’re all going to die” and Loki for say that also in Pompeii, than Möbius’s meandering holier-than-thou bullshit of basically softening the blow with “good taste” by distracting a little girl with candy as he blows up her timeline.

People hate on Brad for his treatment towards Loki, but love on Mobius for that v similar treatment. Talking down to him, condescending him as not a threat, calling him privileged and harmless and basically saying that he knows Loki better than he knows himself.

I will be forever be disgusted and spiteful that Mobius never got treated as nearly much contempt as Brad and Renslayer, nor did he have something horrible happen to him because of Loki.

Like he just EMBODIES the naive, starry-eyed fool that arrogantly thinks he’s an expert on someone but will never get out alive once meeting that someone.

It was far more interesting to me to see Loki in captivity in “Avengers” and “Dark World”  (both had flaws for me) acting like Hannibal in “Silence of the Lambs” than the bullshit I saw in the Loki Series. And “Dark World” also let him have some more vulnerability without completely demolishing his dignity and character.

I got up to the episode after they met He Who Remains, and I don’t think I’m going to finish this mess. 

So sorry for seeing this months later. Thank you for the ask! Honestly… The second I pressed play the first episode of the series when it came out in 2021, I just knew that… this is going to be really bad. When he first walked into the tva, I was bewildered at how out of character he was. This is Avengers 2012 Loki we’re talking about! He would not say that shit. Instead of his usual dry, sarcastic, old englishy-esque way of talking and humor, it was, as you perfectly put it, very… “Quirky.” He wasn’t even that “quirky” in Ragnarok!

Exactly! The “I’m a nice guy” thing about Mobius has always irritated me so badly. I’ve really never liked him, and was surprised to see such a positive reaction. The negative reaction to Sylvie, I expected of course, But… they’re both bad! Wish people would understand that.

Yeah.. the double standards with Brad/everyone else, and Mobius are so annoying. Why is it okay for Mobius to continuously belittle Loki, throw him into a time loop where he is repeatedly physically assaulted, mock the death of his mother, and all the other bullshit he put Loki through just because you want them to be together romantically? And… this isn’t even some toxic relationship “turned better” situation. They don’t even acknowledge the shit Mobius has done to Loki!

People don’t even talk about the other bad things Mobius has done. It’s a series about people being mislead and morals being questioned, yet… so called fans don’t get into any of it at all. Just ship discourse, and fanon. If I liked the series… I think I’d get into the themes of chaos versus order, the people of the tva being mislead and lied to, etc… But they don’t even do it in the series as everything is a second thought, and doesn’t match up. The writers don’t care, and neither does the fandom.

Agreed! Series fans always say that the belittling of Loki, and the underutilization/erasure of his past characterization is just him… “healing” and being “vulnerable”…. Loki has been vulnerable before after the events of Avengers 2012 (Tdw), and he still was him! It wasn’t an immediate switch in his behavior, and didn’t erase everything that made him, him!

The psychology of Loki’s character from Thor 1, to the dark world was so interesting, and even well done at times. I know a lot of people on this side of tumblr don’t love Tom that much after the series, but I truly do think he understood Loki very well, and portrayed him beautifully back in the day. There was so much care put into his characterization. He stood out from the snarky, quirky superheroes of the mcu.

I miss when it was understood that Loki’s character should reflect the origins in Norse myth. That he is not evil, nor good. Not that he’s strictly good, and not at all evil just because he’s suffered! He’s the god of mischief, chaotic in his nature. Not the god of anti hero with a shitty redemption arc!

Ugh, people are so blind to everything that happened with Mobius, because they’re too focused on shipping him with Loki. Some have the nerve to complain about the mischaracterization, while not realizing that their ship is mischaracterization as well! You can’t cherry pick.

Thank you for the ask!