#DRAWING AGAIN AFTER SO LONG FEELS SO GOOD AHHH

[maxpawb]

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[runa-falls]

reciprocation

part 1 | part 3

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

cw: smut (18+), fwb relationship, PWP, face sitting, mutual-pining but their idiots so..., 69, cumming untouched, cum eating.

w/c: 3.4k of SMUT AHHH

a/n: ignore how this is suddenly typed with capital letters :0. THIS ONE IS FOR MY FAVORITE STEVEN ANON WITH THE 69 REQUEST FROM A MONTH AGO -- i'm sorry it took so long 🫠

also special shout out for @whatthefishh for reading over it like half-a-month ago 😭🙏🏻 i was going through a major writers block :^)

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“Are you sure about this?” You watch him warily from a few feet away, shifting from side to side.

Steven is laid back on the bed patiently waiting for you, hair fluffy and soft under him. You can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while now, eager to start. 

His voice is soft as he appraises the timid energy surrounding you, “I’m sure. I want it–you. I promise.” For once, Steven seems to be the least nervous between the two of you. You're not used to him being in charge or even initiating anything remotely affectionate, let alone sexual. “Do…you?”

You can already see the prominent outline of his erection pressing sweetly against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. No matter how loose and comfortable he dresses, he can never manage to hide his need for you. 

“I do, but I just… don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” You wring your hands together, still unsure if you should approach him. 

Steven looks at you with trusting eyes, “You won’t hurt me, darling.” His comforting words help you relax a little, almost making you forget what you agreed to, what you’re so apprehensive to attempt. He offers you a hand and you take it, letting him pull you closer and guide you onto his lap.

His voice lowers as desire drips from his lips, “Though, even if you did,” His dark eyes look up to meet yours, pure need bleeding through the gaze. You eagerly drink it in, body buzzing on top of him with flustered energy. “I think I’d be okay with it…” Your breath hitches.

You know it’s true. Steven has never shied away from pain; he even invites it in the heat of the moment. He likes to be under your control, letting you use his body to drive him crazy, even if it means teasing and denying him until he’s sobbing under you.

He loves seeing the possessive marks you leave when he wakes up in the morning, fingers ghosting over them as the night before replays in his mind, or feeling the residual sting of scratches down his torso when he takes a shower, letting the warm water draw out the sensations until he’s hard and aching for you again, and he has to seek you out, hoping you'll notice him.

You regularly get carried away, so desperate to have all of him, that you don’t even realize how intensely you devour his eagerness to please you. But Steven is more than happy to indulge your hungry advances.

He especially loves it when you soothe him after, lightly kissing each bruise and mark as you whisper sweet words, apologizing for how rough you got.

He takes it with a shy smile, basking in your affections and your gentle touch, sighing as he’s surrounded by your energy, by your undivided attention. 

Sometimes he likes to pretend like you're his, like you're doing this because you love him, not because you think you're being a good friend.

It's not hard for him to imagine it when he closes his eyes, especially when you're moaning around his cock or grabbing his neck to pull him into a desperate kiss.

But when it's all over, when he's pulling his jeans back on -- still thrumming with heat -- the spell breaks and you go back to being just friends.

Now, he's going to pleasure you. Make you feel the euphoria of his mouth, so you'll want him just as much as he wants you. This is his form of reciprocation for all the favors you've given him. And he hopes it will convince you that he'd be a good lover for you. That you could be more than just friends with him.

He lets out a hushed, “Please,” as he leans into you, enticing you to follow him and capture his lips hungrily.

Steven knows exactly what he’s doing when he uses that tone, that soft shade of himself that can bring you to your knees even when he’s falling apart harder and faster than you are. 

You moan against his pouty lips, feeling the softness, his gentle press, you pull him closer, eager to deepen the kiss. He lets you have control over him, merely following you as you slide your tongue against his, delicately tasting you, tenderly holding you by your waist.

Steven is always gentle with you, no matter how clouded his mind gets during these heated moments, no matter how lost in pleasure he gets or how desperately he needs you, he always handles you with delicate care.

You nip at his bottom lip, drinking in his soft mewl as you start to roll your hips against him. His grip on your waist tightens, holding you more insistently against him, letting you feel how desperately he needs you.

His lips are pink and plump when you pull away, parted ever so slightly as he stares between your bodies, working your body over him. His eyes are glazed as he cants his hips to chase the exquisite feeling of your soft center against him.

You tease him, lifting yourself just enough that he can’t grind himself against you. He whines when he can’t feel you anymore, gripping your waist with frustration.

“Love, please!”

You break the kiss and climb off of him, appreciating how ruined he looks from a few kisses and light grinding. He huffs out a breath in frustration, hands fisting with the need to touch you. To have you close.

You stand next to the bed, hair in disarray, fiddling with the hem of your large shirt to garner his attention. His bronze gaze soaks over you, flashing dark when it meets the short hem of your pajama bottoms.

“Your shorts, p-please, take them off.” It’s not a demand, Steven doesn’t make demands, it’s a request, a plea, one that you’ve heard time and time again, and have seldom refused. 

Your fingers find the waistband of your shorts and drag them down until they’re pulled the rest of the way off with the help of gravity. A breathy sigh can be heard under you when you step away from the pooled clothing, leaving you in an oversized t-shirt that barely brushes at the top of your thighs. 

It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time – he’s always like this.

His eyes sparkle as you shuffle closer to the bed. “Come’ere, darling.” He pats his chest, “Right here.” You timidly crawl over him, delicately straddling his chest, legs parted just above his ribs. Your knees pull in towards each other, trying to hide what your shirt can’t cover, but you don’t get far before warm fingers pry you apart. 

“Show me.” It’s a bare whisper, as light as his touch gliding over the outer sides of your legs.

You reluctantly let yourself relax on him, hands gripping his soft shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Heat prickles under your skin as he cranes his neck to look at you, lashes nearly brushing the tops of his cheeks with how lustfully heavy his eyelids are. He takes that moment to breathe you in, devouring every inch of what you’re offering. 

His touch disappears from your thighs, and you hear quiet ruffling behind you, then a broken groan under you. You look over your shoulder and spot his hand pressing desperately against his covered hardness. 

“S-Steven…” He doesn’t stop his actions when he meets your eyes, utterly shameless with his need for you. 

“Beautiful.” 

His breaths become heavy, and his chest moves deliciously under you, right against your hot center. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, hoping to abate the intensifying sensations, but you can’t, his chest keeps you spread, open, and quivering just for his eyes. 

Steven is barely touching you, but even the slightest hint of pleasure has you craving him.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you subtly shift over him, drinking in his soft grunts as he continues to touch himself under you. It makes you throb with heat. 

Steven watches you suck your lip into your mouth to hold in wanton moans as you experimentally slide against his firm chest, hands pressing into him to support your movements.

Your initial timidness crumbles as you roll your hips over him again and your head tilts back as you begin to lose yourself in the way your clit presses so perfectly against him.

Steven’s gentle voice cuts through the carnal fog infesting your brain and pulls you back to reality. “Sit up higher for me.” His hands are back on you, urging you to scoot up. “Let me taste you – L-let me fuck you with my tongue.” You press your dripping center to his shirt-covered torso with a soft moan, feeling the small spot right in between his ribs where you’ve soaked through. “Please, baby?”

You nod wordlessly, letting him guide your body until you’re hovering over his face. Your body shivers as you feel his warm breath brush against your center. 

It’s a bit daunting looking at Steven from here. His face is nestled right in between your thighs – which is not an unusual sight – but this time you are on top. You can barely see his eyes since your shirt is so big it practically drapes over half of his face. What if you suffocate him or break his neck?

“Maybe… we should rethi-” A gasp falls from your lips as strong arms pull you down to his face. “Steven!-” Without hesitation, wet heat laps at the seam of your cunt, greedily dragging over any slick that threatens to drip down your inner thigh. 

Your words are effectively stuck in your throat as Steven begins to eagerly nip and suck at your softness, drawing out deep whines instead of coherent sentences. You can only hold on to the headboard to support yourself, holding back your urge to grind against his supple lips. 

You moan as Steven tentatively nudges against your entrance, laving his tongue over the sensitive opening just to tease you. When he finally pushes into you, you have to hold yourself back from grinding against him like you’re riding his cock. He licks and thrusts his tongue into you, humming at your taste as you drip over his lips, down his chin. 

Your hips uncontrollably buck against him as his tongue flicks at your clit. A hand drops into his hair, tugging frantically at the ends before pushing him further against you, begging – no, demanding for more. He gets the memo and focuses on your most sensitive bud, delicately suckling it until your thighs are trembling by his ears. 

A ball of heat quickly blooms in your lower stomach and flushes under your skin. Familiar sparks of energy thrum up your spine, enticing you to clench around nothingness with promises of unspoken bliss and ecstasy. 

Calloused fingers lift you away from the molten heat of his mouth just as you were reaching your climax. You’re gasping for a breath as Steven holds you back from toppling off the edge. 

You can feel it, his breath, barely ghosting a sigh over your center, and somehow, even that slightest brush of air has you pulsing helplessly over him. He’s breathing as hard as you are, mouth glossy and plump as he stares back up at you, face flushed, and eyes glazed. 

Utterly pussy-drunk. 

Your grip on the headboard tightens intensely and your eyes roll shut. You can’t stop it. 

A stilted cry rips from your throat as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you in full force, crashing over you like a wave. Steven can only watch, lips parted in awe, as you shatter completely untouched right above him.

His fingers grip harsh bruises into the skin of your thighs as he feels himself throb dangerously close to his own euphoric end. You moan harder at the tender marks he paints on your trembling legs. The sharp feeling travels up your legs and straight to your center.

His hands rub your thighs comfortingly, apologetically, before he starts to drag his tongue over your messy center with a hum, doting on you with kitten licks that make you shiver. 

He cleans you up slowly and methodically, making sure to avoid your most sensitive area. Your body still thrums from your unexpected and intense orgasm, and his soft licks quickly become too much, even with how light and sweet he is being. 

You lift yourself away from his tongue, “S-steven…no more. It’s too much!” 

“You can do it again, darling…” He coos, trying to pull you back down onto his mouth. “Just one more. For me, please?” 

You're head is fuzzy as you steady yourself on top of him, gripping the headboard tightly to ground yourself from the lingering sparks of mind-numbing pleasure.

Steven groans as he watches you struggle to get a grip.

“C-can’t. It’s too much…” You get off of his face and sit next to him on the bed, squeezing your legs together to suppress the bout of overstimulation that almost overtook your senses.

You look down at him when one of his hands wraps around your thigh and squeezes, a simple act indulgence that drives you crazy. Your lips part as you take in the view. 

Puffy lips and glassy eyes, blown out with lust, meet your stare, begging you to climb back on, but you're still shaking where you sit. He's drenched in your slick from his chin to his neck and the collar of his shirt is soaked through, sticking sweetly to his chest.

Your eyes drift down to his sweatpants, to the prominent bulge that throbs under your gaze. He palms himself, whining lightly at the feeling of his neediness and desperation. He's so hard, begging for your touch without even saying a word.

“Okay, now it's your turn.”

His shakes his head, “No, I want more.”

“Steven…”

“Please, I want to taste more of you."

"But--" Your eyes dip down to his covered erection that you've been neglecting all night.

"Just...come back, we can do it at the same time if you want.” 

Your face heats at the implication. You don’t know why you’re so coy, you just came right above his fact. You've just never seen Steven like this: so insistent and hungry.

“S-sure, ok.”

You whimper when he eagerly tugs you closer, urging you to straddle his face again. Careful to not knock your knee into his cheek, you swing your leg back over his body, but this time you situate yourself so you can take care of him at the same time.

He immediately dives back in, tongue thrusting into your sensitive channel before you're even settled on top of him. You falter and almost collapse over him, hand grasping at the bottom of his shirt for support.

"Steven! Gentle, please!" You groan out, eyes already threatening to roll back as he continues to drink you in. He hums in response, but doesn't actually let up, if anything, he becomes more insatiable, suckling every stimulus point until you're shaking above him.

You struggle against your pleasure to pull his sweats down, freeing his cock from the restraining fabric. Your mouth waters as his tip weeps for you, spilling silky precum with every breath he takes.

You've always loved Steven's cock. How responsive it is when your breath ghosts over it and how it desperately throbs for you as you swallow around him. How perfectly it fits in your mouth and how deep it can fuck your throat when he allows himself to let go.

Sucking his cock was the furthest you allowed yourself to go. You convinced yourself that these one-sided interactions would keep you from revealing your feelings, that you could deal with the friends-with-benefits bit if you didn't have an actual 'relationship'.

So you deemed actual sex as too intimate and barred letting him touch you (you just weren't sure you could handle it).

But then one thing led to another...

You failed to reject his soft kisses and couldn't resist marking him up like he's yours. And now here you are barely able to handle it as he fucks you with his tongue, hands gripping marks into your thighs as his nose nudges against your wet center.

You don't know if you could go back to just being friends when he's given you unfathomable pleasure. When he talked to you like this. Looked at you like this.

You're a mess and you're struggling to hold on to your original plan.

You try to block these thoughts from your mind as your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing it gently just to get a reaction out of him. He groans against your cunt, movements stuttered as your touch distracts him away from his task.

You unconsciously sit up on your knees and lift your hips off of his mouth to get closer to his cock. Steven barely notices, too focused on holding his orgasm off as you diligently taste him, one lick at a time.

You drag your tongue up his shaft, licking the precum that slowly cascades over his silken skin. You feel his body quake as you lave and kitten lick against his tip, gently coaxing shortened breaths and whimpers with every touch.

You dip down to engulf him into your hot mouth, enjoying the slick feeling of his cock gliding easily against your tongue and the top of your mouth.

His hands frantically latch onto your upper thighs, unintentionally pulling you back onto his mouth as he squeezes at the softness, desperately attempting to control himself.

He has to actively keep his hips from snapping against your face, you just feel so sublime, so soft and hot.

Steven cries against your cunt when he reaches the back of your throat. He can't help it when he feels you struggle to swallow around him, so tight, wet, and hot. He's just so sensitive -- especially when it comes to you.

You keep laving your tongue against the underside of his cock as you suck him in, ignoring the your jaw begins to ache as you open wide for him.

"Uhh!" His stomach tenses under you and he twitches against your tongue.

He can't be cumming already...right?

Fingers grip into your hair and you're suddenly pushed down, forced to take him down your throat. You choke slightly, eyes watering, before letting yourself relax against him.

He's lost in pleasure, grinding and thrusting his cock into your mouth like it's your cunt, shoving it deeper than you're usually comfortable with and you let him.

Steven spurts warmth at the back of your throat. You try your best to swallow it down before it dribbles from your mouth and makes a mess. He whimpers as he fully lets go, thighs tense and trembling under your touch.

He's still cumming when he tugs you back onto his mouth, feverishly lapping through your center before taking your clit between his lips. You orgasm explosively as he avidly sucks you in, already half-way there from the mere feeling of him spilling in your mouth.

Even after he has emptied himself, he continues to gently fuck your face, not yet ready to leave your warmth. His hips stutter and his breaths become uneven but he ignores the overstimulation, too attached to this closeness, to this illusion of mutual affection.

He also continues to lick you clean, despite your whines of discomfort. He lovingly places gentle kisses against your inner thigh, wishing he could stay in this position forever.

He huffs out disappointedly when you climb off of him, even tries to lock his arms around your legs to keep you there, but you were adamant to get away from his insatiable mouth.

"One more?"

You gape at him, "Steven, we already did 'one more'." You shiver, suddenly cold without his body against yours. "What has gotten into you? I've never seen you so...horny before."

He looks at you sheepishly, "I dunno. I guess, once I got a taste I wanted more." He sits up, hand wiping your slick off his face. "How 'bout later?"

"You're already thinking about later?"

He nods, "I'm always thinking about you."

Your heart thumps painfully in your chest as blood heats your face. You try to ignore it. Try not to look directly at him. Try to pretend like he didn't just say that because he probably doesn't even understand the impact that his words have on you.

He's always thinking about your favors. That's it.

"Later, then."

[xiao-come-home]

I love reading your random Boothill thoughts 🥲. Especially the one where he is a dad. Do you think he is a girl dad or boy dad?

Ahhh thank you! Ik you sent it before his story was leaked but man was this spot on 🫠 here’s some dad!boothill hc with reader because im starving

Warning: mentions of pregnant reader and all that jazz, SPOILERS FOR BOOTHILLS STORY.

I FELT IN MY BONES he was a girl dad before it was revealed to be canon! Boothill gives so much girl dad vibes it’s immaculate. He’d love to pick out pink clothes for his daughter, pink shoes, ponies and other plushies! Or rather, he loved.

That’s until you happened to get pregnant shortly before he left for his surgery. He came back a few weeks later with his new body, but no one was home. A small gift bag sat on the table, waiting for him; Boothill opened the bag and grabbed a piece of long paper, a black and white picture. A small bean present in the middle; the back of the picture held a tiny caption, that read: “I’m only a few weeks old. I can’t wait to meet you, daddy.”

Even though the wound was still fresh and open, since not long has passed since the incident on his planet - Boothill began to feel bitter determination to give his baby the best life they could ever have; this time, a life that wouldn’t see its end so fast.

Boothill is very interested in your pregnancy! He’s sometimes unable to go to every appointment (whether be it the ipc who are hunting him, or the opposite), but he knows he can’t mess it up. Not again. He’s always holding your hand when you have an ultrasound scan, glaring at the doctor and making sure they don’t hurt you or the baby, and giving your tummy so. many. kisses. He assists you in the bath, just talking to you can keeping you company, since water, cords and a pregnant human aren’t a good combo. He wants you to tell him everything.

That’s when you finally tell Boothill that you’ll have a baby girl - his mechanic heart shatters and swells with love at the same time; it’s such a strange feeling, that makes the cowboy feel a little guilty. Both of you fall silent, until Boothill makes a move and closes the distance between you, smiling sadly at you and softly caressing your stomach with his hand, “I’ll treasure her forever.”

There are days when Boothill truly feels like the hole in his heart cannot be healed after your first daughter, but he knows she’d love to have a little sister. Yet he’s here, now a cyborg and the only memory of her is just one, lonely picture. He makes sure to never let her existence fade away by telling your round tummy that he’ll love them both until the end.

On a happier note, Boothill is just. Such a good dad, but also a chaotic one sometimes, especially if your daughter inherits her dad’s personality. They’re doing everything together - if she wants to have her hair braided, he does so, and lets her braid his (even if his hair gets so tangled at first, to the point he has to cut it 😭), good god! He loves her so much and always hugs her so tightly when she runs up to him after she notices her dad is back home.

Boothill just loves hearing her little giggles and always makes her laugh! Sometimes he tickles her so much she throws her plushies at him.

Boothill wants all her milestones to be forever preserved. He has tons of pictures of her, a few photo albums - it’s never enough. He’s so proud when she says her first word, when she takes her first steps by herself, her first drawing for him (even if she drew it on the fridge with a black marker), her first birthday. He wants to give her everything she could ever have.

Boothill might've cried the night when his little baby drew him a family portrait - with you, herself, her daddy and older sister. He's injected in her every possible good memory about her, and she never fails to appreciate her older sister even if she isn't there, knowing her dad still loves her just as much.

When Boothill’s little princess cancels the weekly tea party he’s always attended, it’s HIM who feels sad about and pouty about it.

Boothill buys his daughter tons of different hats! They’re always carefully picked and he makes sure she likes them waiting for her approval, but most of the time she wants to just wear his. She doesn’t care she’s drowning in it, it’s the best because it’s Boothill’s hat.

Even though Boothill never mentioned her anything about playing guitar, one day she started to play him a tiny bit of song she learned at school - although clumsily and due to stress, Boothill listened to her and threw her in the air in happiness when she finished - he knew it was your job and couldn’t be more thankful. Once again, he made yet another guitar in his life - this time to finally listen to his little one’s music and teach her many, many other songs they’d later play and sing together.

Oh god, when Boothill’s daughter announced her “boyfriend” she met at daycare, he just stared at her with wide eyes. This is also an instance where he cried that night and you had to calm him down. Later on he insisted to be the one to take her to daycare, and gently threatened the said toddler, “look, stinker. Don’t ya dare GET NEAR ma lil’ angel, or else.” This was his last visit without your supervision. And also, your daughter just laughed at him and left… so yeah, plan failed successfully, I guess?

Mandatory naps with daddy after daycare. Well, Boothill only pretends to sleep when she looks at him - but once she falls asleep on his chest, he looks at her with so much love, gently resting on his chest and stroking her hair, that was just like his and adoring her tiny face, that he thought was the most perfect mix of you and him. Boothill shushes you with his finger quietly, when you ungraciously enter your home. A content smile appears on his lips when you give him and your daughter an apologetic kiss on their foreheads, still hearing her snoozing tenderly.

[hydrngea]

𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇

a/n : ahhh i've been so busy lately but i finally got the chance to write this last night! rafe’s kinda ooc so I apologize in advance lol hope you enjoy <3

notes/summary : early mornings are for appreciating you | rafe cameron x f!reader, fluff, established relationship (you’ve been together for years) 

word count : 804

masterlist / latest rafe fic 

daylight unwraps the hues of the room while the sun shines through the window you had neglected to cover up last night. rafe rouses with the light, eyes straining open. 

it’s early; early enough for him to get up and close the curtains over the arbiture and fall back asleep with ease. but for some reason he finds himself too comfortable in the position he in right now-can’t get himself to abandon his spot on the bed and the warmth that radiates from you.

 he stretches closer beside you, turning to lay with his back towards the window and facing you. he leans himself against his palm while creating a barrier between you and the light. he’s glad you sleep on your stomach, means the sun won’t get into your eyes and you can stay asleep.

mindlessly, his free digits find the curve of your back and trace over your skin; the imprints of the wrinkled sheets left on your preassure points. the faded strech marks on the flip side of your arms. the freckles on your shoulder. 

he thinks his new favorite activity is finger painting over your features;t here’s just something about the way his calloused finger pads feel against the softness of your untouched complexion which could keep him occupied and content for hours.

rafe was never the inventive type, never good with shapes like an artist or spoken phrases like a poet. even with no knowledge of creative subjects he knew without having to study you for long that you were a work of art.

he thinks- even though he doesn’t know much about his existence- that god must of carved you just for him to admire. 

minutes pass. the tangerine mountains of the sunrise fade to the comforting yellow the of the day and the sky returning to its familiar morning blue.

his exhales synchronize with yours, the room filled with a comfortable silence which feels so underrated. 

you’re the one to break it, limbs shifting under the comforter you’ve mostly stolen off of him and lips smacking together as you awake. 

you lift your head from your pillow and look at rafe with unfocused eyes which are just beginning  to regulate to the abnormal amount of light that blankets the surface of the bedroom. 

“shouldve closed the blinds last night,” you say as  press your palms onto your eye sockets, and rafe can’t help but laugh. he pulls you on-top of him and you comply,  letting out your own breathy chuckle because of how clingy he’s acting so early in the morning. your nose grazes the side of his before you slump down over him, cheek resting on his bare chest and ear right over his heart. 

gentle lips brush on your hair and you melt on top of him, wrapping you own arms around his waist. he can feel your lips curving into a smile against his skin. “how long you’ve been staring at me?” you ask, head lifting from his chest to look at him.

“dunno.” he responds, voice still gruff. a hum exerts from you as you relax back into him. 

again the two of you fall into a warm silence, content with being within each others space. no words are said and he returns to stenciling you; drawing shapes and patterns while trying to memorize you shape and every minuscule detail about your body as if you’d disappear any moment. 

rafe thinks about all he didn’t do to deserve such a heaven sent gift like you. even after years together, there’s still a part of him who believes you deserve more, better. someone as pure as you. he thinks maybe he should express his gratitude towards you more often. 

he’s the one to cease the quiet this time, softly at first. “i feel like..” he fingers begin to drag over the same spot while he tries to come up with the right words to say. 

“like what?” 

“like you were made for me. like i was made for you.”

his words make you sit up, locking your eyes with his. “what has gotten into you today, mr. whipped cameron.” you whisper as you lower your mouth onto his and press a gentle kiss at the corner of his lips. 

 he chuckles into you, lightly squeezing your waist. “nothing.” 

 “nothing?” he lets out a sigh as you pull away with your brow furrowed.

“just promise me you’ll never leave.” 

“well if u keep saying stuff like that then why would i ever want to?” you say, dimples on display as your lips curve into a smile. 

he scoffs, and you let out a screech when rafe flips the two of you over so he hovers over you. your hands find his cheeks, and you lift yourself up just enough to meet him halfway. 

“i would never leave this.” you murmur against him, right before his lips spark over yours.

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[sunnitheapollokid]

hi! i’m praying your reqs are open lmao,, can I please request for a percy’s sister!reader x leo where it’s a whole enemies to best friends to lovers and percabeth were just secretly shipping us from the start 🥹

🪼┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

↳ leo valdez x daughter of poseidon oneshot ೃ࿔₊

☀️ sunni’s notes : THANK UUUU FOR REQUESTING!! (i loved ur leo angst blurb even though it did hurt me like LORDDD) i will never get tired of writing for this trope 🤞🤞 its just TEWWW good!! SORRY IM TAKING SO LONG WITH THESE REQUESTS I SWEAR IM NOT THIS UNRELIABLE. this one’s pretty long but, this was way too fun to write so i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i loved reading it 💛 anyhoo, sunkisses!! happy reading!!

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WOULD A BOY LIKE YOU LIKE A GIRL LIKE ME!

(name) (last name) hated the way leo was so self-centered. how he was charismatic, and managed to be good at mechanics and ladies alike. she hated the smirk he always had on his face, and how he couldn’t fix his greasy hair or atleast wipe his dirty tank.

COULD SOMEONE LIKE YOU LIKE SOMEONE LIKE ME!

leo valdez hated the way (name) was always swaying her hips like that as she walked. how she was beautiful, and managed to be so, sweet even when the other person happened to be a bitch. he hated the way her hair was always perfect after swimming, but can’t manage to atleast make eye contact with him.

ೃ࿔₊

ANNABETH WATCHED (name) argue with leo for the fifth time in the past week. she sighed, “what are they arguing about now??” percy strode his way beside his daughter of athena girlfriend.

“your sister looked at leo the wrong way and leo started burning her shoelaces.” percy glanced down at the black and burnt ends of (name)’s shoelaces, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“for the last time— i didn’t give you a stank eye!” (name) grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, upset. leo looked right through her, his brown eyes narrowing at her upset expression. “so stop burning my shoelaces!! i still need them. god.” (name) had made her final point before walking away from the son of hepheastus.

percy walked beside leo, pinching the side of his stomach, “the hell do you think your doing?” percy asked. leo yelped at the pinch, and as well as percy’s appearance. percy had that shit-eating grin that he gave his sister’s pursuers. “don’t give me that look perce, she was totally looking at me weird.”

“awww!” annabeth coo’d, “they remind me of us seaweed brain.” she kissed percy’s cheek. leo’s cheeks flared up a tint of pink, “okay first— where’d you come from?” he pointed to percy. “and second of all, we do not remind you of.. — you, i don’t know whatever, it’s too early for this.” leo rambled, feeling the heat in his ears escalate.

annabeth raised both her brows, “you’re mad at her for looking at you?” she asked him, “isn’t that what you want?” percy continued her sentance.

leo grumbled again, running his fingers through his hair, “ay.. mierda.” he mumbled. “ahhh..” percy sang. “you have a crush on my sister valdez.”

“NO I DONT.”

“… but if i said yes, are you going to kill me?”

“probably.”

annabeth nudged percy hard on the stomach. percy winced in pain, “god she’s got an arm.” the son of poseidon hugged his stomach in pain. “what he means is you should atleast try and show that you’re interested in her. all you’ve ever done is burn her shoelaces, her jacket, and the drawing she was working on the other day!”

annabeth exclaimed, percy in the background groaning in pain. “oh stop being a baby, percy.”

leo sighed, “actually i almost burnt her hair the other day— which.. will be a story.. for another time..” percy’s eyes widened. “is that why she smelt like burnt popcorn the other day?! leo—“ he snarled, annabeth stopping him before he could kill the poor guy.

“be. nice.” annabeth shot at leo before walking away with percy to go engross in something else. “but he was— i’m gonna—“ leo could hear from the short ditsance of the couple.

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IT WAS UNEXPECTED. (name) walked back to cabin three with a light in her chest. “PERCY!” she barged inside. percy jumped, “(nickname), i’m taking a nap here.” she threw a pillow in his face, “hey!”

“leo got me shoelaces to replace the burnt ones and apologized for the other things he’s burnt. THAT’S SO WEIRD?” she whisper-yelled in her brother’s face as she sat on the edge of his bunk. percy rubbed his eyes, the bed head very visible the strands of his jet black hair out and about. “how’s that weird? the guy’s just trying to be nicer. about time.”

(name) agreed, it shouldn’t be weird. but it was just so sudden. then she thought about him, his smile, maybe it wasn’t always a mischievous one. and his tank? no lie, he did look really attractive in it. his smile.. wait didn’t she just think of it?

“(name) you’re as red as frank when he found out about sex.”

she threw another pillow at percy’s face.

ೃ࿔₊

THE SEVEN, (and some added guests) made their way to camp’s lake to go canoing. “alright! so,” annabeth made her way to the front of the group. “me and perce, obviously. frank and hazel. jason and pipes. nico and will. reyna and rachel. (name) and leo. any questions?”

“I DO!”

“I DO!”

leo and (name) turned to each other with their hands both raised. “i don’t wanna go canoing with him!” she shot. leo scrunched his brows. “i’m not that bad! i already apologized for all the stuff i’ve burnt!”

“oh yeah, WITH A FROWNED FACE!”

“okay, enough! we can’t have you guys switch, just, manage and don’t try to drown each other?”

leo and (name) hopped in their canoe last, while the others rushed to go look around. “hey, i’m suppose to be in the back. the leader’s in the back.” (name) shot again, “oh yeah? and who made you leader?” leo put his foot in the back seat. (name) snarled, putting her own foot in the back.

“me. daughter of poseidon.” leo chuckled with a smug smile, “that was cringe.” (name) hit him on the head with her oar.

leo let her be leader.

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AFTER A BIT, (name) had grown tired and leo offered to paddle on his own. weird. instead, she played with the water with her fingers and listened to the birds in the forest. leo watched her, his lips curving into a small smile.

“you’ve been canoing yeah?” leo asked. “sure. percy’s usually always the one paddling though, since he’s faster.” the curly-head latino nodded, listening to her words slip out like honey. wait what?

he flushed at the thought, shaking it away as he paddled and looked away from her in attempts to help him calm down.

their canoe was nudged, slightly moving. “what was that?” leo breathed, hugging his oar. (name) furrowed her brows at him, “what was what?” the canoe was nudged by something underneath again. “that!” in a panicked voice, leo sat by (name) and gripped her arm. “leo the canoe! it’s gonna lose—“

the canoe tipped over to the back flipping them underwater. the two held their breath, while (name) held leo’s waist as she brought them up to the surface. leo couldn’t swim, it was obvious by the way he was coughing and struggling to catch his breath.

“it’s just an otter!” (name) sang with a smile, the baby brown creature swimming away. “it’s adorable!” she coo’d. leo had his arm around (name)’s neck as he clutched his chest, continuing to pant. (name) kept her arms around his waist, “god you look terrible.”

his hair and ‘chb’ shitt damp, leo shot her a glare. “this is unfair.” he looked at her very dry hair and very dry shirt. she kicked underwater to keep them afloat, a giggle escaping her lips.

their laughs harmonized as they stayed in the water.

the two became inseperable since then. they were an unstoppable duo, fireboy and watergirl. they called them. they landed a lot of pranks around camp, usually did duties together, and even after percy offered (name) to go together to sally’s place after the end of summer, she insisted she’d stay with leo.

ೃ࿔₊ end of summer.

“hey watergirl, canoing?” leo walked inside cabin three with an oar in his hand. “HELL YEAH!!” camp half-blood was pretty empty, with only about ten other campers around to stay all-year round because of non-existent homes they couldn’t go to.

and since it was almost fall, you could smell the crisp of autumn air and the breeze that constantly pinched your skin. leo and (name) hopped into their canoe and began their paddling, “(name)?” leo hummed as (name) played with the water, just like last time. “yeah?” she giggled.

leo melted into her smile, “i have something for you.” (name)’s eyes gleamed. leo always made her things, but for some reason, this felt extra special. leo clicked his tongue, almost sort of in animal call and an otter swam closer to them.

(name)’s lips parted as the cuddly otter held out a silver heart locket in it’s hands. “take it watergirl, come on.” leo motioned his head to the otter. (name) had her jaw dropped, taking the locket and opening it. — a picture of them inside.

“(name), i’ve liked you forever now, and .. sorry.” he trembled a smile. (name) lifted her head look at him in the eye, “oh my gods leo. i, i love it.” she beamed, (name) made her way towards him. “(name)! you’re gonna tip the canoe!” leo laughed. “i don’t care!” she laughed with him, kissing him as she kneeled in-between his legs.

closing their eyes and feeling the moment, it was too late to realize that their canoe was tipping, and they had been flipped once again.

(name) brought leo again, up to the surface, and since (name) had been giving him lessons, he wasn’t too winded from the previous canoe-flipping sitch. they laughed together again, and this time,

(name) had chosen to get her hair and shirt damp. “you can say you got me flipped, watergirl.”

“cringe.”

“hey! it was cute! c’mon!!”

[itsruki]

Daddys and his friend

SoftDom!Mitsuya x BabyGirl!Sub!Reader x SoftDomKakucho

MDNI! MINORS DO NOT READ!

Masterlist:

a/n: This one is caused by some random thought that went out of hand. i wrote it in one session and am glad it came out HALFWAY okay.

Synopsis: Takashi Mitsuya and you are a couple and he wants to reward you with a nice playsession, that involves his friend, Kakucho Hitto

Trigger warnings: afab-reader , mentions of unprotected sex, fingering, mutual Masturbation, Anal, petnames: Good girl, Baby, Perfect girl, Sweet girl, Princess, treasure, Angel and Dear

word count: 2,326

Once you stepped through the door of your shared apartment and heard the door close, you felt Takashi hands wrap around your body from behind and his nose press against your neck. His hands went up, and he began to fondle your tits. His fingers began to rub over the area where your nipples would be. It was a hot day, so you only wore a crop top, sweatpants, and as underwear, a thin bra and some random panties. "Ahhh~" you moaned "T-taka~? What are you doing~?" You leaned your head back, so it's on his shoulder. He took the access to your neck as an invitation and began to bite and suck on your neck. "I can't help it, baby. You are just so fucking pretty. I love those tits. They are so fucking beautiful. I wanna suck them so badly. Will you be a good girl and let Daddy suck on them?" He didn't even wait for an answer. He pulled up the crop top and yanked down the bra. Not only that, but he began to draw circles around your nipples and squeeze down on the meat. Your nipples stood hard and perky, ready to be messed with. He pinched them, rolled them between his fingers, and pulled on them. Your moaning became louder. He gasped and cursed again. Then he turned you around and leaned down to push his face between your tits. "Could fucking die between those tits. So fucking precious." He grabbed onto them, cupped them in his soft hands, and began to kiss the two mountains. Then he gave one of your nippels a flat lick, and you whimpered. He wrapped his lips around your left nipple and began to sloppily suck on it. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked like no tomorrow. Your hands found their way into his hair. Once your nippel was red and puffy from the sucking, he swapped to the other one. You could already feel how unbelievable wet you were. His fingers massaged your tits and held them up so he had a better angle.

He took one of your hands and placed it on his crouch, so you felt his hard cock. He threw away your top and the bra right after before grabbing the back of your neck and forcing a kiss on you. The kiss was messy. Wet and sloppy. Drool was running everywhere. You helped him take off his shirt and unzip his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and boxers, just enough so his cock would be freed. You loved his cock. It was large and long. It had some pretty veins on it, and the tip had a cute share of pink. You don't know what came over Mitsuya. He was so rough that day, but you loved it.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his cock, and you instantly understood what he wanted. You wrapped your fingers around his cock and began to give him long and intense strokes, which earned you a long groan from him. 

He locked your lips again, and you felt his hand slide down your stomach into your sweatpants. His fingers went past your panties and brushed over your little bundle of nerves, which caused you to moan into the kiss. It took him no time to slide two fingers into your already drooling cunt and pumping, in and out. He leaned back and looked you directly in the eyes while you two touched each other. You couldn't stop looking at him, your hand still pumping his cock. He licked his lips, a third finger in your pussy, the thumb rubbing your clit. You felt close. You were almost there, and he could feel that. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Let Daddy see those pretty eyes when you cum over my fingers."

He grabbed your hips to keep you steady on your feet when you began to shake. Your eyes locked onto his when you were almost at the sweet, sweet climax. 

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy. You are doing so fucking good for me. Fuck….cum. Cum, baby!"

And you did. You came all over his fingers. You fell forward against his shoulder, and he steadied you. Your hands never stopped pumping his dick; you could hear him moan and groan because of that. "Such a fucking perfect girl...baby...I have a surprise for you. Because you've been such a fucking treasure to me. I have something for my sweet girl."

You looked up to him. Completely delirious. You stopped pumping his cock and leaned back. He then pushed down your sweatpants and panties and after that his pants and boxers. Then he led you to the bedroom. You thought you two would just fuck on the bed and that would be the end of it, but when the bedroom door swung open, your jaw just dropped. 

At the edge of the bed sat Mitsuya's friend, Kakucho Hitto. He was completely naked, his cock in hand. He was stroking his rock-hard cock and smirking at both of us. "You weren't lying when you said her moans are Devine. Fuck. Had me hard just from hearing her....And her body….shit….I could bust just looking at her…" Kakuchos eyes went up and down your body. Your head turned, and you looked at Takashi, who just smirked at you. "She really is my perfect little angel. … what do you think, princess? Do you like your surprise? ...tonight we will make you feel good, baby. It's all about you. You will be a good girl and let Kakucho use your body, right? Be a good girl for Daddy too, hmm?"

Your brain shut down, and you just nodded. "Then go on, princess. Show our guests some love." 

You kneeled down between Kakuchos legs and looked up at him. A smile was on your face when you took his hands off his cock and began to replace them with your own. He was slightly bigger and girthier then your partners cock so you needed both hands. You leaned down and licked the tip, which caused him to groan. You looked up to see a tint of pink on his cheeks, which made you smile. He was so cute. You felt his hands grabbing onto your hair. "Can I be a little rough with you, angel? Gonna let me fuck your mouth?" and you nodded. He slowly thrusted upwards and your head downwards, which caused you to gag and tear up. He groaned as he wiped off your tears. "What a cute fucking girl! Her throat is so perfect. Keep going, baby. You can do it. We know you can." you tried to focus on breathing to take his cock as good as possible when you suddenly felt something cold on your ass. Mitsuya poured lube on your hole, which caused you to shiver and moan against Kakuchos cock. "Don't worry, baby, this will feel so good for you" Takashi said. You felt his fingers rubbing your asshole, which made you whine. You never done anal before, and while you talked about it before, you weren't expecting it now. You felt his index finger pushing into your virgin asshole. Your eyes rolled back as Kakucho kept fucking your mouth. Takashi was gentle, slowly pushing in and pulling out, stretching your hole out before adding a second finger and eventually a third. At that point, you were just a drooling mess. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as Takashis fingers moved faster and faster in your ass. "Is she ready already? I don't think I can wait much longer. I really wanna cum in her pussy." kakucho stated. Takashi chuckled and gave him a nod before pulling his fingers back out. "Baby we will make you feel so good now." Kakucho pulled your head off his cock and kissed your lips. You then felt your almost limp body pulled on the bed. Kakucho was lying against the headboard on his back, and Takashi was still behind you. He kissed your shoulder before whichpering "Go ride his cock, baby. Make Kakucho feel good with your pussy, okay?" 

You nodded and climbed on top of Kakucho. You used your hand to position the tip at your entrance and then lowered yourself onto him. He was big, so you had to go slow, and while his hands were on your hips, he didn't push you down. "You do so fucking good, princess. Taking my cock in your tiny pussy nice and slow. Feeling all stretched out by me. God. You look so gorgeous, stuffed with my cock. I can't wait to cream the insides of your pussy."

Your face blushed when you heard all the praise. When you were fully bottomed out, Takashi stopped you from moving. "Wait a second, baby. Now it's my turn to join in." You looked back in confusion when you felt his cock against your asshole. You whimper, but he just kissed your neck and shoulder before whispering, "Shhh. Relax angel. You can take it. I'm sure you can. This will feel amazing. You are such a precious girl, baby. My little baby girl." he then slowly pushed his cock into your asshole. You whined a little in pain, but then felt Kakuchos fingers against your clit, rubbing it. "Relax baby. Let him in." he said. You tried to take deep breaths to relax your body as he pushed inside your hole. Once he is fully in, you three just sit there for a moment. "You're doing so fucking good, baby. Fuck....Your ass is so tight…..it's so fucking good." He gave you more and more kisses all over your neck and shoulders. 

A few moments pass before Takashi asked "can I move angel?" and all you could do was nod. Then you felt them move. One went in, and one pulled out. They alternated, and all you could do was rip your eyes open. Your upper body fell over against Kakuchos chest and held onto his shoulders. One of his hands was still rubbing your clit while the other held onto the plush of your hips. Takashis hands found there way on your tits, cupping them and playing with your nippels. "Doing so fucking good for us~ such a perfect little girl." "Yea. I can feel her squirm every time you thrust into her ass." Takashi leaned in now, pushing you deeper onto Kakucho's chest. You were pressed into a sandwich position as they both kept thrusting into you. The pace was increased and your vision went blurry. Your lips found Kakuchos and you began to make out, his tongue invading your mouth, fighting for dominance. You felt your core tighten as your pussy got violated more and more. Kakucho broke the kiss "Are you close, baby? Will you cum for us?....do it. Cum for us, baby girl. Cream all over my cock. I want to see you make a mess on me, dear." His hands both grabbed onto your hips as his hips pistoned upward more aggressively. You whined and pressed your face into his neck. As they kept chanting for you to cum. You came and you body began to uncontrollably shake. "fuck she is milking me for all I have. What a fuckinh good girl….such a good….fucking...girl…"

He kept fucking into you until his breath got heavier and heavier. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Can I cum in that pretty pussy? Can I ruin the inside of you? You want that, right?" You were so fucked out that all you could do was frantically nod. He groaned like an animal before he pumped into you a few more times before emptying his balls inside your pussy. "Fuck...fuck, fuck…fuck…."

Takashi laughed as he kept fucking your tight asshole. "Such a fucking good girl...does Kakuchos cum feel good, baby? Hm?....don't worry, angel, I'm almost there…..almost….fuck…….moan for me baby..beg for Daddys cum...beg for Daddy to paint that little asshole of yours white…" he was teasing you as if he wasn't balls deep in your hole. Tears ran down your cheeks as you tried to form a sentence but you just couldn't bring one out. "Common Mitsuya….she is completely fucked out...no way she can even talk right now. Don't bully our little girl. She did so well….she deserves a reward, right angel?" and you nodded. You heard Takashi chuckle behind you as he grabbed onto your hips, lifted them up a little, which caused Kakucho to slide out of you. It made you whine before you felt Takashi thrust even deeper inside. You had the feeling he was rearranging your guts. He wasn't talking anymore. He was only grunting and growling. The thrusts grew more and more aggressive. He bit your shoulder before he gave you one final thrust. He shot his hot cum deep inside your ass….it felt do fucking good. He let go of your hips and you fell back onto Kakucho. He wrapped his arms around you and Takashi fell to the side next to you before cuddling up to you too. "Wow….fuck…..that was better than I expected and I already expected it to be insane…." Kakucho laughed. Takashi was still panting and your brain was empty. "You two need a break?...you okay?" and you both just nodded. Takashi pulled you between them and hugged you, tight and kissed you face and rubbed your back. "You did so well, princess... So good for me....for us...I love you so much." you held onto him and smiled. He never forgot to give you the aftercare you needed. Then you felt Kakucho cuddling up from behind and kissing your shoulder "mhm...very good job, baby. We are so proud of you."

At that moment, you felt like you were in heaven…..two men taking care of you in such a sweet way. You kissed Takashi's lips and felt him wrap your leg around his hip. It was all soft and sweet until….you felt something hard rubbing against your belly.

"Again?!"

He laughed.

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[kaidabakugou]

So you know how bkg can't spank your butt in front of your child, and how also he can't bite it since it's a bad habit. So he goes for the 3th alternative option "pinching"

And this starts to become his favorite thing to do because your child doesn't see or hear anything untill he hears the "ouch!" that slips from your mouth

He turns his head, looking in your direction in confusion only to see his dad smirking, and you scowling with your hand on your buttock, he doesn't understand what just happened so turns around and continues playing.

And later on when you two are in bed, he does it again, only this time you snap at him

"Kats! You have to stop doing this! It's painful"

"Haah?! But you always like it when i pinch your nipples, how's that any different now?"

AHHH THIS HAS ME GIGGLING SO HARD!!

i wouldn’t let him get away with it though, i’d definitely pinch him back as soon as he does it

i personally have never wanted kids… BUTTT when i tell you i would pop as many children as this man wants 😌

i’ve also always imagined having a boy with him, just the thought of having a mini version of him with a name similar to his has me melting

imagine you’re loading up the dishwasher while you’re peeking over to your son playing in the living room with the limited edition red riot action figures that his favorite uncle eiji got him before they were even out in stores

as you bend over to load the last plate you feel a sharp sting on your rear making you shoot up with a gasp, your hand rubbing on your cheek as you glare over your shoulder at a smirking katsuki

taking a quick peek at your son to see if he’s noticed anything, taking the opportunity that he is distracted with the cartoons playing on the tv to turn back and pinch katsuki’s arm, twisting your fingertips while you’re at it to make a point, to which he continues chucking at first but then let’s out a hiss when your fingers twist his skin

it’s not the first time today that katsuki and you have marked each other while trying to get things done around the house whilst enjoying some time with your son

between sneaking some bites when your kid is not in the room, coming up behind you every time you bend over because he can’t resist how good you look on those worn out leggings you use to clean around the house and grope your rear before quickly leaving with a spank to go back to do his part of the cleaning and all the pinches that you’ve left on each other’s bodies

you’re skin definitely has some bruises and marks at the end of the day, something that he likes to admire later when your son is finally asleep and he gets to have you all to himself again

pressed against his chest while he runs his fingers across your skin, drawing delicate circles around the small bruises before moving to the next while you two just unwind and revel in each other’s presence after a long day

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I’m deranged as hell so curious on your thoughts of doing 18 w/ bondage, begging/humiliation, and pet name slut. 🙈

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A shaky breath broke out from your burning lungs as you lay tied up on the large dining table, wearing only a beautiful red lingerie and stockings. After a few seconds you heard steady footsteps and when you turned your head to the side you saw Patrick's tall figure approaching the table.

"Awww, look at that," he murmured, drawing his palm across your bare thigh. "I love your legs, honey. They feel so good."

Arching your back, you gasped as he cupped your needy pussy through the soft fabric of your panties.

"Mmm, Patrick…"

"What is it? Did I keep you waiting so long?" Bateman asked in a seductive tone before he leaned down to your belly and traced a wet trail from your navel down to your mound.

"Yes…o-hhh, yes! Please, ahhh," you tugged at the restraints that held you securely in place. "I need you so…b-badly, Daddy!"

Patrick chuckled at how pathetic your begging sounded and then asked: "Where?"

Breathing heavily, you tried to move your legs, but they were too tightly tied. "You know where…"

He giggled again and stepped away from you.

"No, no, no, honey. That won't work," he ran a finger along your collarbone, rubbing your nipple through the lingerie. "I'm not going to do anything until you ask me properly."

Embarrassed, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mmm, I want your mouth…all over my dripping slit, please!"

"That's better, sugarplum." Bateman's delighted voice rang in your ears like a clock chime.

With no rush, Patrick gave your inner thighs several strokes before moving closer to your lascivious pussy, inhaling your sweet scent as you managed to spread yourself open a bit more.

"Good girl."

Leisurely, he moved your lingerie to the side and painted a long invisible line from your dripping entrance up to your feverish clit. You moaned immediately as your cunt was already oozing so much with your flavor.

"Mmm, so tasty and wet, holy shit," Patrick chuckled against your tender flesh, his warm tongue flicking around your sensitive bud for a while before he added: "You're always such a slut for me, baby."

"S-stop saying…a-ww, stop saying things like that!"

"Or what?" He taunted you and caught your little tip between his sharp teeth, forcing you to scream in ecstasy. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're numb. Just saying..."

You thought you were going to climax just hearing him say that, but as soon as you recognized the unzipping sound, your soft inner walls began to pulsate in sweet anticipation.

"Mmm-Daddy," you sunk your nails into the smooth skin of your palms as you felt his leaky tip poking at your opening. "AWWW!"

A quick thrust and he bottomed you out, making you feel so fucking full as he hit your belly for sure.

"Shh, babe," he growled, releasing your legs so you could wrap them around his back. "Take that dick like the nasty little whore you are!"

Your eyes began to water from the hard thrusts of his firm hips, his heavy sac slapping shamelessly against your ass, causing your face to burn from the heat.

"A-ah, P-Patrick," you moaned, your voice almost cracking, especially when he rested your leg on his shoulder as he spread you even wider. "S-so deep, mmh! It's so fucking d-deep, a-www…Daddy!"

"Awww, it hurts? Too bad, you're gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied,"" Bateman snarled through gritted teeth, picking up the pace. "C'mon, scream my name, (Y/N)! Mmm-fuck, I wanna hear you cumming with my name on your slutty lips!"

Quivering from his hard pounding, you gave him what he wanted, feeling completely numb as you saw stars from the way his huge cock stretched you from the inside out.

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[animation-is-my-jam]

helloo! I really love your art style it's so pretty and love the tobecky content <33

I wanted to ask, which episode that involves tobecky is your favorite?

OHH GOSH THANK YOU!! AHH MEANS a lot. (^.^)＼(^_^)／❤️ (bites wall) and thx for the ask!

And what WG episode with Tobecky is my favorite? Hmm...toughie. There's some episodes, obviously, that have Tobey in them, but I don't consider Tobecky moments immediately (example: Field Day Fun with Robo-Tobey).

If I were to ever choose my top ones and narrow it down, though, it would go (no order just naming):

-Department Store Tobey

-Trustworthy Tobey

-It's your party and I cry if I want to

-By Jove, you've wrecked my robot

-Have you seen the remote

-Guess Who's coming to Thanksgiving Dinner

-The Robot problem

And to narrow it down... Okay damn it's tough again. Because I love their banter in By Jove and the hint that he's been getting a crush on Becky, but they have more sillier softer moments in season 1 episodes like Department and Seen The Remote. But Robot Problem has them actually team up, and it's the first episode where I started to ship them. BUT--Its My Party has them actually get ice cream after years of build-up and Tobey coming to his senses moments. And of course, Thanksgiving Dinner with them actually smiling at each other for one, HOWEVER, Trustworthy Tobey with being his last focus episode where he's strictly not being the worst and maybe turning reasoble along with it being Becky and Tobey conflict and not him and Wordgirl (PLUS THE NOTE UGHH)--

(Explodes) Ya see why this is tricky.

But for the sake of answering this....I'll go with right now...AHHH, it's gonna go to Trustworthy Tobey. It's what I'm feeling right now. Mostly cause... I remember when I did my Wordgirl re-watch in late 2017 that got me into the fandom again and started this years long hyperfixation. I was dreading the last Tobey episode/last Tobecky moments we'll get. You see, I liked the season 7 and 8 Tobey episodes, but man, ever since season 1, it's been hard trying to justify this kid when he gets washed like every episode and so I was like "plss be good" or at least give me hope for his character cause I didn't want him to regress. And what do you know...hope! Sure, he's still an immature jerk that's still in character, but at least he wasn't extreme or not immediately dismissive. He actually kept up being truthful and Becky learned something, not to mention he doesn't get scott-free either and this time the most he does is just unleash a malfunctioning robot to a library and not like destroy buildings or attempt to kill people.

Plus, I find it extremely interesting the dialog and moments he has with Becky as Becky and not Wordgirl. Because call me silly but to me peak Tobecky is when he interacts with Becky as herself and not just Wordgirl--the ship name isn't Wordbey after all. Plus again the note YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT SCREWED WITH ME WHEN I SAW IT. Because another factor to why I hold up this episode so highly...even though Robot Problem/Have you seen the Remote is what got me to officially ship them...this episode is what inspired me to make a lot of my Wordgirl and Tobecky content. Cause it filled my imagination in what their relationship and Tobey's character could go next and there was no new Tobey episode to contradict it tehe. It drove me to read fanfiction. Start drawing on my dingy phone with FlipaClip. Start drabbles that I never posted. Interact with others. It...kinda drove me crazy? Like it legit didn't make me okay, but hey it's why I consider it personally my favorite.

[sebstan2020]

Hear me out- electricy and punishment with Senastion Stan

btw I love ur blog

Sebastian Stan Smut Request

Sebastian Stan x Reader - Punishment and Electricity

You tugged and wiggled at the black leather cuffs binding you to the bed, spread eagle and naked to the bone. Your ankles were spread far apart and tied tightly so you couldn’t push your thighs together, exposing your pussy which had been freshly shaved, an order from Sebastian. You were in deep trouble. You knew you were the second you had broken one of the most important rules, don’t come without his permission. You thought you might get away with it, but he wasn’t letting you off this easily.

You watched nervously as Sebastian trailed around the bed, his fingers tips running along your delicate skin, warm to the touch and sending tingles up your body. You bit your lips tightly to hold back the moan wanting to escape and you saw that smirk creep up on his own lips, enjoying the sublet torture he was presenting to you. He hummed softly to himself, padding over to the chest of draws holding every sex toy, implement and bondage he used on you. But none of this was going to be pleasurable and when your eyes landed on the black box he took out, you whimpered softly, letting your head fall back into the pillow behind you. 

He threw the box onto the bed, letting it bounce on the mattress before climbing on top himself, an evil smile on his lips. He was going to enjoy this. 

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?” he said softly as he picked up the thin black wires, untangling them and you swallowed hard. 

“Yes” you answered back quietly. 

“And why’s that?” he enquired, raising a brow. 

“Because I came without permission” you squeaked, and he smirked again. 

“That’s right, you did. You know how I feel about you coming without my permission and yet you thought I wouldn’t notice” he mocked, and you blushed, guilt riding all over you. 

“I’m sorry” you hoped it would help but all that came was a chuckle and a deep breath. 

“Well, sorry isn’t going to get you out of being punished” he murmured. 

Sebastian took one of the long wires, placing a small black pad on the end of it and peeling it from some backing paper before sticking it to the inside of your thigh. Electricity, it could be so painful yet so pleasurable at the same time. However, there was no way this was going to be pleasurable. He stuck another pad on the other side and followed with two more, closer to your aching pussy, exposed and vulnerable. He pulled the ends into the box, switching it on. You shook on top of the bed, your nerves getting the better of you as you knew the pain was coming, but when, you didn’t know. 

Sebastian softly hummed to himself, twiddling with the little knobs on the front of the box. Each one had a different purpose. Intensity, waves, time, type of shock. You stared down with big eyes, watching as he sat silently and played with the knobs, waiting for that first hit. 

“Ahhh!” you squirmed, yanking at the cuffs as the first shock hit you right on the thigh. It wasn’t very painful but more of a surprise. But then another came quickly, nearer to your pussy and you groaned in pain, the prickling sensation taking over. 

“Is that painful?” he grinned. 

“Yes” you groaned, squeezing your eyes closed tightly to fight through the vibrations. 

“Yes what?” he ordered, sending a higher shock through your system and you yelped. 

“Yes Sir” you certainly weren’t in a position to be lazy with him here and Sebastian hummed in delight. 

“Good girl” he turned the dial again and another shock, this one more painful, ripped through your body, your pussy clenching and toes curling at the pain. you knew after this you weren’t going to make the same mistake again. 

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and obey me?” he asked, an eyebrow shooting up and you nodded your head quickly, gritting your lip between your teeth as the shocks were becoming very painful. Although it didn’t stop the juices running down your pussy to your thighs, sticking to each side. 

“Yes Sir” you screamed as another intense shock hit your pussy, almost like it had fried it. 

“Good girls obey their masters, they come when they are told and if you’re going to come without my permission then I’ll just have to shock your pussy all day long, mmm” he warned, slightly turning the dial again and another shock hit you. 

“Yes, yes Sir, I promise I’ll be a good girl” you begged, sweat dripping down your forehead, tingles running all through your body, your pussy pulsing and twitching with every shock. He had set the intensity to high, clear that this was for punishment only. Your knees were shaking, breaths heavy and head rolling in the pillow. It felt like your whole body was being electrocuted and there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Sebastian chuckled, turning the dials. The shocks died down, only going off a couple seconds apart and you were back to reality, everything around you clear, your pussy was tender to the touch and when he cupped it with his hand, you jolted, groaning softly, and shaking at how sensitive it was. 

“Mmm, is this pussy sensitive?” he teased, and you nodded. 

“Yes Sir” you whispered, and he chuckled, rubbing his thumb along your clit, and sending off a shock of his own through your body. You tugged at the cuffs, desperately wanting to get out this punishment. Sebastian slowly climbed up your body, towering you as he stared down, his dark blue eyes.

“I have a meeting I need to go to, so I think I’ll just leave you like this till I get back” he smiled, and you whined. 

“Please” you begged, and he chuckled, leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Just to make sure you won’t do it again” he assured and as he rose from the bed, he turned the dial once more, a sharp shock hitting your thighs and pussy and casually walked out the bedroom, leaving you to your torture.

[lavendertownsghost]

RvB Restoration incoherent liveblog, then more coherent thoughts at the end

spoilers of course

Kai!!! God I hope she's in more than one scene

Why do I feel like something's up with Wash?

Wait when did they get Sheila back??

Hey they actually mentioned O'mally and how Doc perceived that

Like how they kept Grif being absolutely done with everything like in season 15

Simmons stop being mean to your boyfriend

I just realized that Epsilon's armor is from a different game than the others

Oohhh wow the Great Destroyer prophecy is actually relevant

wait how is Felix part of the Meta 2.0? I thought they just couldn't get Elijah Wood back for Sigma and that's the orange AI talking to Delta, but it's actually a version of Felix??

Yep, totally expected the Reds to nope out xD

OK that's totally Sigma with a different voice actor (Miles?). Or was Epsilon was implying that Felix and Sigma merged somehow.

This is also a real good look into how Maine was tortured

Tucker noooooo :(

Wash go save your boyfriend

Also wait why is Wash in a hospital again? he was fine at the end of season 13. Unless this is a hallucination and he had a mental break

Surprised Grif went along with this

479er!!!! My girl!

Also did Sarge forget for like the 3rd time that the Red vs Blue fight was fake?

Ahhh yes, the classic Sarge plan of 'Kill Grif'

Love how they glossed over the actual fight at the end of season 13

Oh god the zoom class flashbacks

WAIT WHAT

oh shit that's Tucker in the armor

hey you know what would be real fucked? if Junior shows up

oh wow didn't expect the Reds to straight up leave Caboose to die

wait Sarge don't do a heroic sacrifice

hell yeah Sarge badass moment!

oh no Sarge in front of that door

fuck, if anyone from Blood Gulch was going to die it would be Sarge

aww Sarge finally saying he's proud of Simmons legitimately has me tearing up

People are going to say that Sarge being nice to Grif is out of character, but honestly I think it fits

why do I think Doc is a hallucination of Wash's?

oh wow Simmons

Grimmons moment? Run away with me, just the two of us.

aww Grif, choosing to stay of his own volition

So they're retconing Private Jimmy again? Church was in a robot for Blood Gulch?

Church gets a body again?

aww memories :) someone better draw fanart of Caboose, Grif, and Simmons and reminiscing around a campfire

Where is Carolina in all this?

I'm wondering if this is to bring Tex back instead of Church?

oof Simmons' robo arm

TEX???

Simmons badass moment

hey wait Simmons better not die

Car moment!

FUCK YES TEX

also is Wash just unconscious somewhere?

oh there he is

ooohhh he's calling Carolina with he beacon?

oh shit are we going to get a Tex and Carolina team up!

yeah Carolina!!!!!

wait Grif and Simmons don't know she's Allison's kid xD

mother daughter team up for the ages

you know, if Tucker was still conscious in there he would absolutely make a joke about getting double teamed by two badass ladies

You know, I don't think Tucker is surviving this

Oh fuck yeah Tex!

wait what how can she use the sword?

oohhh Tucker was still holding it

Theta baby boy :(

awww Tex and Church are finally together

now someone get Tucker to a hospital

I feel like the best plan would be destroying it- oh there it goes

oh Doc is totally a hallucination

oh Doc is dead :(

North??

oh it's all the Freelancers :(

Yeah I can definitely see that conversation between Wash and Carolina as either romantic or platonic, everyone wins there

is One from season 18? I don't recognize her

oh the shot of them on top of the base :(

Grif goes home... alone :(

aww the credits with everyone's faces. that last shot of the four of the OG RoosterTeeth crew:(((

I think that was a good end. I wish Wash would have actually talked to Tucker, and I'm sad we didn't see Donut and no canon grimmons but that was a long shot. I wish there was a bit more of Tucker as himself, but he's been the main character for a while so it was nice to focus on the others. the actual ending after the fight did feel a little rushed, I would have liked a bit more of Blue team recovering. also is it now just Simmons and Lopez vs Caboose, Tucker, Wash, and Carolina, or are the Freelancers going to leave?

I'm making a separate Grimmons post

All in all I liked it :) I think the most important thing was the everyone was in character. I know people are going to nitpick it and tear it apart, but it honestly could have been way worse.

Bow Chicka Bye Now

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Hiiiya! Quick observation: I don't think we ever actually see Az or Crowley cry in either season. Like, the tears never quite overflow not even during/after the final 15. I read films are careful to draw crying out, so they can signal an emotional climax, soo... omg, I cant wait for s3. Can I asked for your crying prediction? Who might it be first, and when? My guess is on their reunion, but who knows... eep!

Hey Nonny!!

Ahhh, we ALMOST got some crying in S2... I can't wait for the BluRays to come out so we can see it in higher quality to confirm, but if you zoom in on the GIFs of Crowley's confession, it looks like he's tearing up (and many suspect he is, given his sudden stop of speaking because he sounded like if he kept talking he was going to cry).

But I agree Nonny, I want full blown tears. I LOVE happy tears or tears of incredulity in ships, and I don't think they happen enough, for long enough, LOL. I also think it will be during their reunion, and my money is on Crowley, actually. We see in S2 just how bottledd up emotionally he keeps himself, and he nearly broke down in his confession. But I think he will crack FIRST, and then Azzie, because he doesn't like seeing Crowley cry, I bet.

THOUGH another thought, Aziraphale will be the first, when he realizes his mistake, and think that Crowley will never talk to him again... As someone who identifies strongly with Azzie, I get a feeling he has a tendency to catastrophize a situation if he feels he fucked up for good and there's no fixing it. As someone prone to that myself, I can speak to knowing how utterly empty one feels when they feel like nothing will fix anything, and we tend to just... hide and cry, because admitting you fucked up is harder than hiding away.

So yeah, if it's the reunion with a confession, Crowley will be the first. If it's Aziraphale, alone, dealing with the weight of all his choices, feeling helpless and like no one is ever coming to save him again, then he will be the first, alone.

Ahhh, and now I made myself cry 😭😭

[naffeclipse]

Oh, oh, I just remembered I had another question about Bounty Hunter Eclipse too!

So we know he did stay with the gang for a while before actually listening to his brothers about changing his ways. I wonder what exactly was what served as an ultimatum or a crossroad where he had to decide what he would do.

Was he offered a higher rank that would definitely have him doing stuff Sun and Moon would despise and potentially causing him to lose them? Did he go and hide that evidence in the apartment after all, but instead of the fight making him choose the gang, it made him realize how close the bond with his brothers was about to snap and so he decided to stop even after the nasty fight meant going separate ways?

And what about how he would let them know that he was no longer with the gang? Eclipse's pride might make it not such a direct thing. Like maybe he refuses to tell them until he shows that even without his involvement with the mafia he can still do things his way. Not having to go the "honorable" way his brothers did, because it's not something he remotely believes in either. Do one day Sun and Moon just find Eclipse claiming a reward for a hunt and that's how they find out? Or maybe Eclipse just casually mentions it? Ahhh, possibilities!

And also very interested in how Sun and Moon react! I imagine relief that he listened, but also worry. Because can he really stay away from that life after all? But now he feels too far away to reach and talk, and how would they talk when their relationship is so strained and they themselves have so many resentments as well? And what if the gang decided they wanted to shut Eclipse up with what he knows of them, or try to get revenge for betraying them and now going after them as a hunter? Not that he would go down easily, but now that's a possibility in the boys' minds!

...Cough, very normal about this man. Yup!

The catalyst for Eclipse's change of heart (celestial wire) is the night he attempts to stash some evidence in his just-made-police-officers-that-day brothers' apartment, and it leads to the explosive fight just as it is in SJ. The bond with his brothers does snap in that argument, but this time—

Eclipse leaves and he is furious and self-righteous and hurt but he's not wrong. No. Something else is wrong. Instead of letting the betrayal of his brothers fester and twist into something monstrous, he takes a few days to cool off.

(He refuses to admit his mistakes, but he does understand that somewhere along the line his actions led to this falling apart.)

Something broke between him and his brothers and that scares him. He doesn't want this. He doesn't know how to fix it. Certainly, the fault doesn't lie in his own doing, but maybe he can course-correct a little. Sun and Moon have their dream job, and they're all financially stable, the city... the city isn't completely accepting of animatronics, but it's better than it was before. There's no danger of returning to their daycare days. He doesn't need to be in a gang (but he enjoys it maybe a bit too much), especially if it gets Sun and Moon this worked up.

He's not going to lose his brothers.

So, Eclipse steps back, slowly, silently. Leaving the gang isn't pretty, but with a gang boss that was getting worried about the animatronic's presence becoming more favored by his underlying, it works itself out. Eclipse is alone for a while, not doing anything exactly, but not approaching his brothers either. If anything, he's waiting for Sun and Moon to make an appearance and apologize, but oops, he's kept waiting.

He finds something good, something useful for his hands that like to crush and draw blood. It's legal, mostly. Bounty hunting.

Sun and Moon both have separate encounters of Eclipse bringing in a bounty. The entire exchange happens wordlessly between Eclipse and Moon, and then his older brother is gone again, out of the police department's doors. Moon doesn't know what to think, but he feels relief for the first time in a long time.

Sun is much more vocal, trying to ask Eclipse where he's been and what he's doing after he gets over his shock, but Eclipse isn't too happy to still not get that apology (as well as an acknowledgment that hey, look, he's not part of a gang anymore, why isn't everything peachy already?). Eclipse disappears again and Sun is left pondering this slightly better Clip.

Things move slowly, starting from them speaking strictly over bounties/wanted criminals, to tentatively asking how the other is doing, but there's still that frigid tension that easily relapses whenever someone messes up, be it Sun or Moon getting injured on the job or Eclipse showing up needing help washing the blood off of his clothes. No apologies and no true fixes, yet.

Then the vigilante appears, and everything gets kicked up a notch.

[theclearblue]

Ok, ship ask but this time shoujo/josei edition... (just saw your top fav manga list, love them 🥰). What do you think of these ships :

Fruits Basket :

- Yuki / Kakeru (sorry I don't really ship him with Maki)

- Hanajima / Uotani (kinda dislike end pairing for Arisa, she deserve better)

Yona of the Dawn (don't get me wrong, I love Yona/Hak but I like these ships too) :

- Suwon/Hak & Yona/ Lili

Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu

- Kikuhiku/ Sukeroku (one of my fav ship, tragic yaoi, I really dislike 'that woman' that ruin everything for my ship)

Sorry if my ask got too long, you can pick whichever ship that you want....

Hello again anon!! Love to see you pop up in here and I'm happy to answer all of these lol 🫡

Yuki/Kakeru

Ship it

1. Not sure if there was one specific moment for me, but I think just seeing their friendship develop over time to the point where Yuki is able to really open up to a friend for the first time is a really compelling journey for Yuki!

2. I think it's funny how Kakeru is able to just piss off Yuki with his antics lmao, but it's also kind of a big moment for Yuki where he isn't pretending to play this "prince" character, Kakeru is able to draw the real Yuki out.

3. Hmm I do probably ship Yuki with both Kakeru and Maki, I like both pairings in different ways

Hanajima/Uotani

Ship it

1. Ahhh I don't think there's ever just a moment but these are the most obvious lesbians of all time ajaksldlvl. Love their opposite vibes but they way they both scare everyone around them and are #1 Toohru protectors is soooo funny and also iconic.

2. I suppose I answered it in the previous section lmao but I think there's such a pure love between them and the love that they share for Toohru they just look out for each other so well and their opposite vibes are so cool, especially because it's like no big deal at all to them.

3. Anon you're so right WHY DID UOTANI END UP WITH A MAAAAAANNNN. Technically not sbout the ship I guess but yeah I really wasn't a big fan of Kureno and her ending up together, felt homophobic 💀

Suwon/Hak

Ship It (Lightly)

1. This is like on the border because even though I'm usually a big multishipper, Yona/Hak are really It for me ya know. I also hc Suwon as aro/ace, but there is some real good potential with Suwon/Hak, and I'm sure this will come as a surprise (after saying it for 500th time ajslslf) but I'm a big angst enjoyer. I probably did ship this more than Yona/Hak at the beginning lmao, and then them reuniting and Hak still feels so hurt? Not just for Yona and her father bur also himself? Wowowowow yeah this ship is pretty good.

2. The angst potentiaaaaallll childhood best friends with maybe a little crush to enemies to !?!?@(#$)#)@*$*@! Goooood they're so messed up Hak is so hurt from everything but he also understands where Suwon is coming from and Suwon giving up that relationship with Hak in order to help the country?? How do you recover from all of these different feelings?? Very good food

3. As much as I like their ship potential it really is Yonahak today, Yonahak tomorrow, Yonahak forever

I'm going to kinda skip Yona/Lili cause I need to reread/catch up on Yona and I don't think I could give a solid answer on Lili rn 🤧 Do trust though I believe in bi4bi Yonahak 🫡

Kikuhiko/Sukeroku

Ship It

1. Everythinggggggg. From the start from the beginning they were IT. I don't even have like, a SUPER good memory since it's been so long since I've watched Rakugo, but god they really are the definition of soulmates (even if sukeroku doesn't realize it...)

2. I think just their journey together is so compelling, they complete each other and bring out their best but also their worst. Kikuhiko is too in his head at all times, Sukeroku is too impulsive, but the way that they balance each other personality wise and also in their rakugo is so enticing to watch, you can't look away from them. They walked so that other disaster gays could run lmao.

3. Yeah ok let's get into the ending lmao. I will always choose to interpret that Shinnosuke is the spiritual successor to Kikuhiko's and Sukeroku's rakugo not...blood related successor of Kikuhiko lmao. I think that fits the story and the themes and the characters waaaay better than Kikuhiko having Shinnosuke as his biological grandchild 💀 It's nature vs nurture in my eyes! He has the nature of Sukeroku because that's his biological grandfather, but Kikuhiko raised him, it's the nurture side! Why it was left open ended...hmm I think it's supposed to be a stylistic choice to reflect how one unravels a rakugo story? But yeah I refuse the other option for my own sanity lmao. Also also people always ignore/forget about Kikuhiko's struggles with gender expression and I'm sad about that :( so important to his character and his relationships throughout the story.

[itsana004]

10, 12, and 14 for Droite for the meme!

Ahhh thank you so much for the ask 💞💞💞

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Oh gosh definitely not, it's like asking if celebrities could be best friends with their fans and I would be that fan worshiping her and having fan pages dedicated to her so definitely not

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Oh my gosh I actually have a lot hehe

1-One headcanon I have is I think she has a really cute sneeze no matter in what situation, she can't control it and the worst part is it's not expected of her since she's serious most of the time, so she tries not to sneeze in front of people whom she doesn't want to look at her differently, especially enemies, but terribly fails in front of long-term friends and people she sees and visits often like Gauche, Haruto and Kaito.

2-I personally do not believe she's from Spartan City and the idea Mr. Heartland travelled that far from Heartland City to Italy to pick up orphaned children, and Gauche himself says the city they were born in was “terrible” and did not mention Spartan City by name. Even looking at the flashback, just looking at the surroundings it feels the buildings are a bit modernised, more like the outskirts of Heartland City. Gauche and Droite probably travelled to Spartan City due to the Championships being held there and they just travel around living in hotels and don't have a permanent home yet except Heartland City, but I really like the idea of her and Gauche sharing some Italian ancestry and connections to that place I just like the idea of them being Italian since I grew up in Italy. I like to imagine Droite's innate Italian spirit being stereotypically Italian that hates food crimes such as pineapple and fruits on pizza or ruining pasta, she's very defensive of that and even more so after staying in Spartan City in those couple of months. Never show her a Hawaiian pizza ever or she’ll get crazier than how Chris is when he teaches dueling. Haruto found out the hard way and he will never ruin pasta in front of an Italian ever again.

3-Droite is good at many things, but drawing is not one of them. As an orphan who was living in the streets she never really got the practice as a child, and once she was picked up by Mr. Heartland, art wasn't really a big focus in her studies, especially during training. She's insecure about that especially in front of people like Kaito where he needs to make detailed geometry and references in order to build something, she's bad at anything that requires art, whether it is a flower or an architecture. She tries to hide that though.

4-Just as drawing, she's really bad at whistling, she can't whistle for her life, just imagine Haruto trying to teach Droite how to whistle the same he learned from his brother so adorableee 😭💞

5-Droite is incredibly good at board games like chess or Go, she's good at any game that requires and tests one’s ability to think critically and defeat the opponent completely unnoticed, it's just one of those fields where she's almost unbeatable. She's so good that it rivals Chris. She has incredible muscle memory compared to the average and can play chess while blindfolded.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I think she's a Chic Modernist

with the colour scheme of Barbiecore with the pink, grey, purple and white combination 

I would absolutely love her to wear darker colours since her normal outing dress is too much pink for my taste, she would kill it in black the ones with nets, and outfits with corset!!!

She already wears a huge belt in canon which kind of acts as a corset

I can also imagine her having a light textile dress like this one

in an open field filled with flowers and butterflies near a seashore - this is not too far of as the first one is the same as her regular outing fit if you remove this

And the second photo is similar to her nightgown

I think for Droite the animators wanted to fit her dress to match the colour scheme of her hair but I think she would rock so many other colours than pink, grey, white and purple/violet combination.

[ryuichirou]

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Happy Saturday! Today we have a couple of asks about our post from yesterday + some of miscellaneous ones about some ships + a long ask with Anon reflecting on this hc post about twst characters murdering someone for the first time. I don’t have much to add to that one, but the ask itself is a very interesting read, so I encourage you to check it out.

Anonymous asked:

Just saw the new art on twitter and I just gotta say:

PRAISE BE!! THE RAILING HAS FINALLY OCCURRED!!!

YES!! GOOD FOR THEM BOYS! <3

We honestly didn’t think we’d draw these two again so soon, but the inspiration bit us in the asses lol I’m very happy that the image of Jack and Deuce having fun like that exists in the universe now…

Anonymous asked:

Deuce and Jack are basically buddy clubmates who have sweet times together, while Ace has to deal with two unhinged Floyd and Jamil will likely torment Ace. Ace is not sane but compare to Floyd and Jamil, he is basically normal.

Oh Jamil is not that bad… is he? Oh no, is he? Is Jamil bad?

In all honesty, I remember him throwing Ace under the bus and I’d assume that he’d be a tease sometimes lol So I can imagine how this + having A WHOLE FLOYD around would make Ace’s basketball career much more miserable than whatever Deuce and Jack have going on.

Anonymous asked:

Seeing your Cater drawings made me think that poor guy has to deal with Adeuce and Treyriddle happily making out while he has no choice but pretend he's okay being the only one in the Heartslabyul group being single af (I saw that you don't ship him with anyone so I'm just labeling as single here)

AHHH POOR CATER— To be honest, Cater is a victim of us first watching twst (the first four books) with an official ENG translation; rewatching it now, he feels much more understandable and fun as a character. But alas, we still don’t have any ships with him that would click with us enough to ship-ship him with someone ✊😔  

So for now he’s #singleaf, but honestly seeing just how much trouble the other guys cause to each other at all times, he’s probably better off like that lol

Anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts/feelings/headcanons for silver x kailm?

We talked about them a couple of times here and there!

In short: we don’t necessarily ship them, the dynamic is just not our cup of tea, but their relationship are very sweet and could be interesting.

Anonymous asked:

Even though I'm not as big a fan of Jackpel as I am of JackVil, I do enjoy a good love triangle between them.

It could be interesting! We’re not super invested in either of the ships to be honest, but there are fun aspects to both of them, and jealousy could add another layer to Epel’s and Vil’s antagonism towards each other. Especially considering that it’d probably be Epel who’d be jealous, not Vil.

Poor Jack has no idea what’s going on…

Anonymous asked:

I just read your post about "how the twst cast might feel about murder/murdering. " Which left me wondering how the Twst cast might feel/think about life and death.

I feel like non-human characters such as Octovinelle, Savanaclaw, and diasomnia might view it differently than humans.

In Octavinelle and Savanaclaw case, i think topics such as Murder and/or cannibalism aren't necessarily seen as 'wrong' or 'bad'. I think we can all agree that nature is scary, and to survive, you'll have to be on top of the food chain. and in order to survive, you'll have to 'Kill' someone from your kind to eat or protect yourself.

A perfect example would be Ruggie: he came from poverty. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him, and his father's whereabouts are unknown after he claimed to leave for work. He was raised by his grandma. He did a few odd jobs here and there in order to get around. So i think he would know what 'survival' might feel like or how far someone might go to survive. I bet he went through agonising days and nights starving for food. I wouldn't put it past him to do (or already did) shady things to survive. Also, apparently, Ruggie can chew through bone, which hyenas also do! Nice bonus.

Then there's the Leech twins. Jade did mention once that their parents taught them self-defense when they were little, and their Mom often worries about them. It's also implied that they 'lost' a lot of their siblings. The coral sea that they came from are dark and cold, and most of the food they consume down there is raw. So i wouldn't put it past them to be completely desensitised from all the gory aspects of life not only because of survival but because of their "business" connections their father has. They have probably seen a lot of unhinged things since they were little.

BUT i do think that the Leech twins are a special case, lol. Unlike the other non-human characters, i believe that both of them would not only 'kill' in to survive but also because of boredom. You know how often these two mentioned how they hate to get bored and how they want to be amused? Yeah, i bet they killed/harassed a few mers just because they got bored and wanted entertainment. And it's not unheard of to hear/read about animals in the wild harassing other animals for entertainment, for example Some dolphins have been observed slapping little fish around for fun, or even tossing them up on a beach to watch them suffocate slowly. Again, nature's cruel.

As for the fae? it's hard to say, but seeing as they've been alive for so long (especially Lilia) and, of course, the war that happened in the past. I think it's fair to say that they see life and death in a different light than humans. But do fae have to kill in order to survive? i'm not entirely sure.

That being said, of course, there are expectations of humans doing the same thing or thinking the same thing, just like the non-humans. I mean, have you seen Rook? ;-;

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Anon! Like I already said, I don’t really have much to add, but I’m glad you enjoyed the original post and thought about the topic yourself. Yes, both merpeople and beastpeople would have different level of tolerance and understanding of the cycle of life and death than just regular people. Different morals and different norms due to having completely different circumstances.

God reading about Ruggie made me think again about just how out of touch Leona actually is sifuhisduhs

I also remembered about the Leech twins talking about Halloween and how many kids disappear every year, and how when Floyd went missing they pretty much accepted that Jade was going to be the only child now. Of course it would be a devastating thing, but definitely not something shockingly unusual, and it’s an interesting thing to consider. Oh and of course these two would kill for fun, we know they are considered really dangerous even by the merpeople standards lol

As for fae, I’m not sure if they have the same necessity to kill to survive, but there are so many different types of fae, so maybe it differs from one species to another. The fact that they live longer and are in general tougher than human beings would make them a bit too “careless” around people though: people are too fragile, their lives are short and they are afraid of death. I feel like it’s not very common for fae to reflect on these things either; I think Lilia’s position on the matter is quite rare. The grandpa is very open-minded…