#and I am just so flabberghasted

[sunbratz]

stopp!!!! stop!!!!!! hes already dead!!!!!!!!

[seukorei]

You should draw the loml Chuuya please 🫶

sorry ely i know u asked this like 6 months ago however every chuuya i doodle someone ends up as a fully rendered piece on accident somehow so you can just take ur pick 😔

[vulku]

if that's supposed to my url there, anon, no one is copying me. someone else ( rightfully ) loving spock, writing him, and writing him well does not equate to copying; having stylized text, graphics, ect does not equate to copying; be it me, or someone else, in regards to anyone or anything else. the only similarities i see is our muse and our deep respect and love for them. that's it. i'm confused by your ask, why it was sent, and the point of it. there is literally no reason to send that, no reason to think that. so i don't know why you thought sending that ask was a good idea, or something that needed to be done, but it wasn't. so if you are continuing to send things to them, you need to stop, immediately.

there's an old earth saying : if you don't have something nice to say, then don't say anything at all. least of all to someone who didn't ask for, let alone need your opinion.

[etherealfishyfeelings]

Why do libran placements, especially the moons and mars placements, always jokingly insult people so personally. Like they literally go for the jugular and then turn around and say "haha! I was just kidding!" And then they get super confused when people call them mean. I'm dead.

[keii]

I absolutely don’t remember putting this collage together this morning LMFAOO But I mean… to my half awake self… yeah you’re right… Jowa’s— 🤭😳🫣

[melodic-haze]

how do you feel about sub arlecchino in boss form?

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!boss form!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied that reader has a cock/strap though it can be taken as fingering or oral, whatever's your preference 🤷‍♀️, does this count as monsterfucking, magic bondage??

☆ — NOTES: Arlecchino might be the only spider I will never be afraid of please take her away from me

HOW DO I FEEL??? YOU SHOULD BE ASKIGN HER❗️❗️❗️❗️ Joking I'm unfit as hell so realistically I would probably die but ohhhh I am SO sure I'm gonna at least try

Idk if you guys understand (you probably do if you've seen my other Arle posts) but the thought of absolutely bringing such a powerful being to my knees SOOOO easily even though she could like kill me or reverse our positions in less than a second is so????? Top it off w the fact that she does it willingly ohhhhhhmygod hold me back or else I'll go insane

But like it's funny when!! The Traveller couldn't do ANYTHING to her and yet the moment you say jump she basically flies

Being allowed to be the closest to Arlecchino's very heart and soul meant knowing every single facet of her being and cherishing her: from her harsh duties as a Fatui Harbinger to her past and the two girls that died with it, only for just one of them—her—to come out of it reborn and alive.

Or at least, almost every single facet of her being.

"I am unsure about this, my love."

"Why's that?"

"You do realise that you are asking me to.. not hold my power back, yes?"

You nodded, "That's what I said."

You had known of her alternate form for a while now. Her unleashing even just a fraction of her true potential, manifesting into the form of a tall sillhouette akin to a spider bathed in crimson and the dangerously oppressive air of nothing but fear. She's used it to show those that oppose her just how unequal the scales are in their battles against her, she is as lethal as she is beautiful...

And you, on the other hand, are curious.

So you brought it up in the midst of your little.. téte-a-téte. A suggestion, of course, nothing demanding because you wouldn't want to pressure your dearly beloved into doing what she didn't want to do—such power did come with a great curse.

Arlecchino was vehemently against it at first, of course. And for good measure too; you KNEW it wouldn't just be a slight increase of strength. But the case you made.. admittedly had a curious appeal. And the power you had over her, the control she had submitted to you? She was willing to do whatever you asked (usually within reason). So she suggested to shelf the experimental matter for now and let her think on it, which you do.

And now, after a few days of consideration on her part, your current situation is the result of such a suggestion.

Your lover looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes, not due to disappointment at your lack of concern for yourself (though actually there may be a little bit of that too) or cold anger at your insistent provocation to get your desired result (she could never be mad at her dearest). Rather, it is due to her flabberghasted state of confusion, "I have said this before but I could hurt you despite it being unnecessary. Why do you risk your life to sate such curiosities?"

"Because I trust you, Peruere."

She stills—you had dropped her title and opted to use her true name instead, a privilege only reserved for a very select few, with one of them dead. When she doesn't speak in turn, you walk up to her and hold both of her hands, dark and cursed yet so very beautiful to your eyes, just like her.

"Just like you trust yourself to me, I trust myself to you." You lifted one of her hands to tenderly kiss her knuckles, "I want to see every single side of you, including the ones you try to keep from me. I didn't run away when you revealed your status as a Harbinger, did I?"

"No."

"Exactly. Plus," you gave her a lighthearted grin, "I haven't necessarily scolded that side of you for hurting your children, have I?"

Her expression relaxes at your remark, though she does look confused—akin to a lost puppy when she tilts her head the slightest bit, "You have done so already, have you not? And it was but a light scuffle, I have taught them well enough that they aren't as injured as they would have been otherwise.. even if their attacks were pitiful."

"Arlecchino!" You chuckled out her title despite the loud bemusement of your voice, "Come on."

Her face never really shows all that much emotion, but you do see the slightly humorous glimmer in her crossed-out eyes, "I speak of the truth. They should have given a better performance."

You rolled your eyes, "That aside," and you give her a soft, reassuring look, "do you feel a little better now?"

She takes another pause.. and then nods. "Yes," she agrees, "I do. But I urge you to tell me if something feels wrong, alright?"

"Of course." You lean in to press another kiss, on her lips this time, before drawing back as fast as you came, "I wouldn't want to worry you further."

And so now you are faced to faced with this monstrous being. But that's what you've been wanting the entire time, isn't it? Lol sorry I'll get out of the weird monologue speak IT ABSOLUTELY IS THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FORRR

You start off slow, obviously—caressing every inch of her. This is new, and you wouldn't want to worry your lover, do you? It's best not to rush into it even though ik you guys just wanna get into it idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Your hands graze her skin, your fingers trace new lines and markings.....and if you're a fashion nerd you probably inspect her clothing's transformation too, though you don't really have to be a fashion geek in order to take it off

THOUGH.......actually? Tell her to strip for you, to give you a show. Tell her you want to see her full body bare. I meant what I said when I told you she would willingly follow your every command, as if she were more devoted to you than the Tsaritsa herself, and that includes this

Just lean back and watch her as she slowly strips herself down, every inch of her body visible for you to see. You see her eyes glow crimson too, a physical manifestation of her pyro domain responding to her desire for you

Methinks that in this form specifically, she while she's a lot more strong and a lot more durable, she's also a lot more sensitive bc she'd be much more connected and hyper-aware of everything that's happening. This is my own take on how it feels to be in the form she's in btw idk how it'd work but anyway this means!! A lot of good things for you :3

If you try to put her fingers in your mouth you'll notice that she's warm. And I mean like REALLY fucking warm—her body doesn't stay at that temperature too. As you lick and suck on her digits, you'll notice that her skin, her fingers, get warmer and warmer the longer she watches you and feels you

Not just her fingers too 🥰🥰 if your touch goes down and you feel her cunt, it's HOT to the touch, though not scorching that'd be wild as hell. The shock would probably take you off guard though, and she'll probably be worried at first but like reassure her that you haven't been hurt or anything and that you're perfectly okay!!

Acc reassure her a LOT. Sure, yeah, she's the one that holds the power and she DOES have impeccable control over it, but she doesn't want to risk like yk. Accidentally killing you somehow and essentially throwing away someone so undoubtedly special to her just bc you wanted to monsterfuck out of curiosity 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ like that's such a way to go

Weak domtop reassuring op subbot during sex is like a silly trope I love it can you lot tell I think you can tell

Anyway it's not like she'll leave you to do all the work either; she can't leave you all unsatisfied like that, she wants you happy too :( so her free hand goes all the way down and she returns the favour. She does it amazingly too, like she's very careful with it but the heat on her hands basically does most of the heavy lifting as well anyway, and by now she probably knows of all the different ways to get you moaning out with her 🫶

Going down on her, fucking her is all well and good......but YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO TO MAKE IT BETTER???? Yk the. When the Traveller couldn't move bc of her pyro web things. That. Except on her. Do you guys like see my vision I hope you do

Having her restrict herself as you go in and out of her in any way you like ougjfhgh.......I think it's the fact that she could just easily dispel it and even reverse it on you bc IT'S HER FUCKING ABILITY and yet she doesn't bc she wants to be all good for you. So she struggles in HER OWN WEB as you're essentially free to do whatever you want with her

Her like. Those extra appendages she has in her boss form too. Some of them are twitching and flailing about as you fuck her silly, others are simultaneously trying to hold you closer to her body, returning the favour even further by touching you everywhere she can AND trying not to hurt you by squeezing you too hard or accidentally burning you or anything

Just the whole struggle to not hurt you but her senses are getting muddled with pleasure I keep going back to this but it's just SOOOO ugh. Yo ugysdont understanddd I'm like probably malnourished so to dom someone who can snap me in half is mmmmmmmmMAN 🤤🤤🤤eys please

God she definitely has more stamina and libido than she already did before too??? Bc of like the heat and the strength increase. So holy fuck you're going to be going at it for AGESSSS.......Not like constantly though, she WILL make you take breaks and that will acc be the ONLY time she uses her web ability thing on you bc she is still concerned for your wellbeing no matter what 🥰🥰🥰

When you're acc all done though, which is. Not for a LONG time, you both kinda sit there, spent (more you than her probably) and her detransformed. Prepare yourself for GODLY aftercare by Father herself 🙏🙏 she like treats you to even more pampering than usual, not letting you lift a FINGER to do anything and her treating you personally if you got any burns at the end of your session

"I care not if you like my fire's sting, my dearest," she gently yet firmly tugged on your arm, "I will not stand for it if such an injury that I accidentally inflicted gets worse."

"Aww..." You sighed goodnaturedly, "I guess at least it makes for a good scar."

"Y/N."

"Whaaaat? I'm right!"

She shook her head, though the corners of her eyes crinkled, "Come here and let me treat you."

As risky as that was on you, not only has your curiosity has been more than sated, but Arlecchino finds herself.. wanting to repeat the experience. Shedding that extra layer of herself in such a moment felt.. much more intimate than usual. It was addicting

That won't be for a good while though—she'd agree to doing it once every few months :3

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 2]

IF YOU DIDN'T READ PART ONE, READ IT HERE.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Even though Y/N felt slightly guilty about the eventful night with Noah, she can't help but follow him to his room that night.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of previous sexual events, swearing, alcohol consumption, oral sex (male receiving), (pls let me know if i forgot something <3), metric system (if that counts as a warning lmao, i'm european i don’t know anything about feet and inches)

A/N: Soooo, here is part 2... I dont even know what to say except that i was absolutely flabberghasted with your reactions to part 1. Thank you all so much! For those who want to know, I listened to Miracle on repeat while writing this ;) I'm always open for suggestions! Pls let me know if you liked this chapter. Enjoy!

When you woke up the next morning your head almost immediately started spinning. For the first few seconds you thought that maybe everything that had happened last night was just a dream but when you didn't feel any different after staring at the ceiling of your room for quite some time, you let out a frightened sigh.

Noah and you really hooked up last night. Noah really ate you out while watching your favorite movie. Noah and you really got intimate while your brother was celebrating his thirtieth birthday not even twenty meters away from you.

"Fuck..." you mumbled to yourself before you grabbed your phone to look what time it was. 10:23 AM. You didn't even sleep that long.

Slowly you got out of your bed and looked at yourself through the mirror that was hanging next to the dresser on the wall. The longer you looked the more guilt crept into your veins. You couldn't believe what happened. Even though you enjoyed every second of it, you couldn't wrap your head around how to go on from now on.

Would Noah and you continue as before? Were you now officially more than friends? Could you even go back from this? You had absolutely no idea...

After debating what to do, you decided to just go with the flow and went downstairs to be met with the mess the birthday party left behind. There were a lot of empty cups laying around and you felt the stickiness beneath your feet on the floor, causing you to shiver in disgust before tip toeing to a bar stool in the kitchen area to avoid as much floor contact as possible.

You weren't the first one to be awake since Jolly was sitting at said kitchen counter, eating a piece of Nick's birthday cake and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

"Good morning" you greeted him before grabbing a piece of cake for yourself.

"Are you okay?" You immediately tensed up and looked at Jolly who gave you a concerned glance. Is he talking about last night? Is he talking about why Noah and you just disappeared into thin air?

"I-… Uh… I threw up yesterday and Noah noticed I was gone and than he tried to make me feel a bit better." Tried to make me feel a bit better? Are you kidding me, Y/N, why don’t you just directly tell him Noah went down on you?

"Actually… just wanted to know why you looked so disgusted walking towards me." he began "But I’m glad you feel better now."

Internally you were this close to slamming your head repeatedly on the kitchen counter but on the outside you just forced a small smile onto your face "The floor is sticky. That’s why I looked so distraught." - "Thank god, I thought you decided you hated my face now."

"Jolly, you have long blown out hair and tattoos, if anything I would say I saw my fucking guardian angel." you joke and hug your friend from the said, who couldn’t help but gift you with the biggest smile you seen from him all week.

Right after you let go of Jolly, you heard steps behind you and were shortly met with Nick and Noah joining you in the kitchen.

"Good thing you took care of Y/N last night." Jolly spoke and making Noah and you stop in your tracks, while Nick just looked confused.

"Uh… Yeah… Thanks for taking care of me… Because you know… I threw up." You stumble not even daring to look your brother and his best friend in the eyes. "Oh right, yeah. She was totally wasted. She wasn’t even able to form clear sentences while we watched Spirited Away."

You immediately covered your cheeks since you noticed they were getting pretty warm while he grinned at you mischievously. He wasn’t wrong about you not being able to form clear sentences but for other reasons than Nick and Jolly thought.

"You really threw up? Holy! I always thought you could tolerate more alcohol than me, (Y/N/N)." - "Maybe, but yesterday was way different… Believe me."

You gave your brother an apologetic smile before quickly glancing at Noah who smirked a little while taking a sip from his water bottle. If he wouldn't have been so fucking pretty while doing that you would have slapped him in the face.

After Folio and Bryan had also found their way downstairs you began to clean the house.

About two hours later you all found yourselves laying on the couch while One Piece was playing in the background but no one seemed to pay closer attention to it since everyone still dealt with the hangover from yesterday running through their systems.

You were scrolling through Instagram when you let your mind wonder. You looked to your right and your gaze instantly landed on Noah. The last two hours everything seemed normal. You chatted as normal, he even helped you again to put the 'Happy Birthday' sign down. It seemed like nothing had ever happened between you and you didn't know if you liked that or not.

For you, even thinking about yesterday made you blush and you started to feel that weird feeling in your stomach but it seemed like Noah wasn't even bothered in the slightest by his previous actions.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Folio threw a pillow into your face. "What?" you asked aggressively, throwing the pillow back to him, while the others chuckled. "What were you thinking about, Y/N?" Jolly asked teasingly but you just rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Folio?" - "I was asking if you wanted Pizza or Chinese Take Out for dinner?" Noah would be nice. You cleared your throat. "Fried Rice sounds really nice actually."

After the food was ordered, Nick threw a blanket over your lap, being the caring big brother he was. Before you could even process what was happening, Noah was also slipping under the blanket your brother just gave you.

"Would you all be down to do a small second celebration for Nick since we all got split up so bad yesterday?" Jolly asked and not even an hour later you were all sitting in a circle around the couch table and were playing stupid party games while eating your food.

"Oh! I know something. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong number." Folio stated and your brother and Bryan drank a sip from their beers. "Two each other?" Noah joked and everyone laughed at that. "That would have been intentional." Bryan smirked and winked at your brother who blew him a kiss before they laughed again.

"Never have I ever had dirty thoughts about a friend." Noah, Bryan, Jolly and you drank a sip. You could nearly feel Noah's gaze burn into you but you decided to not return it to avoid any suspicion.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Noah and Nick drank a sip. "They learned that from each other" you joked and made the others chuckle a little.

"Never have I ever kissed or hooked up with a friends sibling or a siblings friend." Nick said and looked into the round. You also let your gaze wander over the others, but no one raised their drink to their lips except Noah and you.

Bryan howled teasingly while Jolly pointed at you two while smirking. You realised how your cheeks grew a lot hotter but before Noah or you could say anything, Folio came to your rescue without even knowing it. "Come on, guys. Everyone and their mothers know that Noah and Y/N were making out at that one party when they were seventeen. You know... They were drunk as hell, I think Davis was even filming it and even Nick knows that." Your brother began to nod. "I mean, it wasn’t the nicest thing to be woken up with Davis showing his phone under my nose but…" He chuckled awkwardly.

Meanwhile you took a deep breath and looked at Noah who smirked knowingly. Yes, you made out at that party but no one til this day knew that this was the day you lost your virginity to your brother’s best friend. Also no one knew that this little thing didn’t seem to be a one time thing.

Jolly seeing how nervous you got just went on with asking questions. Your mind still wandered through events happening almost ten years ago when you noticed a hand coming to rest on your thigh and than slighty squeezing it. You immediately tensed up and looked almost unnoticeable to your right. Noah wasn't even looking at you, seemingly paying close attention to the conversation your friends were having.

Slowly but surely his hand made its way up your thigh while drawing small circles on it. Were you hallucinating?

You took a big sip out of your beer when his hand landed on your clothed core and he suddenly started massaging you threw your panties. You immediately placed your beer bottle on the table before pulling the blanket closer to you and looking at Noah. His gaze was still on his friends and nothing on his face made it even slightly clear that he was almost fingering you under the blanket.

What was this supposed to become? Something made you mad about this. You knew this was wrong. You knew you needed to talk this out before anyone would get hurt. And than suddenly an idea popped into your head. If he wanted to play games, you sure as hell could take part in it.

Your hand started wandering as well and landed on his left thigh. Even though he tried his best not to look nervous, him suddenly biting his lip gave it right away.

The other boys were still full on discussing something about a video game when your hand landed right between his legs. He took a deep breath which made you grin while you slightly stroked him through his sweatpants.

His movements on you came to a hold, him being too surprised by your action and trying to contain himself, when your hand slipped through the waistband of his pants.

You gave him only a few strokes before he cleared this throat and started to shift, making you remove your hand from him. Guilt crept up your neck when Noah excused himself from the group, saying he was tired.

You looked at him while he stood up and adjusted his clothes. You shot him an apologetic glance when he started walking towards the stairs but you weren’t met with the emotion you thought you would.

Noah signaled you to come after him.

Does that mean-…? Does he want to-…?

Approximately five minutes after Noah you also wished the boys a good night before making your way upstairs and firstly going into the bathroom. You looked at yourself through the mirror and started to think about what was going to happen when you would enter Noah's bedroom.

You weren’t able to form a single straight thought in your head so you just splashed a few drops of water on your face in an attempt to cool you down at least a little before quietly making your way to Noah's room.

You again paused while looking at the door, feeling your heart race so fast you weren’t quite sure if you just had a heart attack. Your mouth went dry when you quietly knocked on the door.

Everything seemed to go a bit slower when you heard him shuffle and than open the door for you, staring directly into your eyes. You didn't even know what to say when you made your way into his room and you definitely didn't know how to go back from this when he closed the door and you slightly pushed him against it.

"What are we doing?" Noah asked quietly while bringing his hands up to your face while your arms wrapped around his torso. "I don't know, Noah. You tell me" You whisper, goose bumps forming on your arms when you noticed you could feel his breath on your face.

"Fuck... I just can't stop." he whispered before kissing you hard. A slight moan escaped your mouth.

Without thinking twice you worked your way to get him out of his pants, before he helped you out of your shirt. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and walked to his bed, while you kissed, your tongues fighting for dominance.

You signaled him to lay down to which he obeyed before he pulled you with him, but you swore to yourself that this time was payback. You helped him out of his shirt, before instantly attacking his neck with kisses. His hands found their way to your hair while he quietly whimpered under you.

"You don't even know what you do to me, Y/N." Noah almost cried out while you kissed your way down to his waistband.

"Than tell me." you demanded while slowly pulling his underwear down to expose his cock. You heard him quietly swear while grabbing the sheets under him. For a moment you were surprised you had this effect on him, before you continued your mission.

"Tell me, Noah." you whisper while taking him in your hand. "Tell me what I do to you." You pressed a kiss to his tip, causing him to buckle his hips up.

"Every time I see you, I want you all to myself." he let out under his breath before you took him into your mouth. "I just can't stop thinking about you."

If you didn't know any better, you would say butterflies filled your stomach because of his statement. You took him as deep as you can while his hips started to move in your favor. One of his hands tangled in your hair and the mix of him quietly cursing out your name and holding you in place while you pleassured him sparked a fire in your core.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, careful not to be to loud, "I'm so fucking close..." A moan escaped his mouth and he cupped your cheek with his other hand while you were going up and down his shaft in a steady tempo. "Can I-... Can I cum in your mouth?"

Almost moaning at his request, you nodded and hummed around him. When Noah released into your mouth with a groan it sent shivers down your spine. He slightly twitched as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your face before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"I-..." He started but than there was a knock on the door that let you both freeze in your place.

With widened eyes you stared at each other before you heard the voice of non other than your brother at the other side of the door. "Noah, are you still awake? Can I come in?"

Before you could even think you rolled yourself off of and under this bed, while he dressed himself as fast as he could. "One second." He almost cried out before stumbling to the door and throwing your shirt under the bed in the process, that you quickly pull to yourself before holding your breath.

You felt like you were a fucking teenager hiding from the parents of your person of interest in an attempt to not get embarrassed.

So when Nick came into Noah's room, wanting to talk about something tour related you couldn't help but feel like this all was just some confusing fucking dream.

READ PART 3 HERE

[alinahdee]

A timeline of me obsessing over Jenny Nicholson:

Me: has no idea who that is.

Me: finds out she's friends with Lindsay Ellis and Contrapoints and figures she's another racist white feminist.

Me: Finds out about the whole John Boyega brouhaha where he made a joke and she tried to paint him as a misogynist/sexist because "Star Wars is for kids."

Me: Okay, racist white feminist is starting to track now considering that specific actor already has a big ass target painted on his back from racist ass Star Wars fans.

Me: finds out she's one of those MLP weirdos and is even MORE confused that she'd be miffed with John Boyega making a sex joke given EVERYTHING Bronies have done to make MLP impossible for their target demographic to even Google search.

Me: finds out she wore a Tonto costume in a video where she says "it's sexist and a racial stereotype" .....while.... wearing..... it.... so adds that to @antinativefaves

Me: forgets she exists since Contrapoints and Lindsay Ellis were considerably more racist

Me: finds out she released a four hour video about Disney that I am absolutely not going to watch

The Internet: blows the fuck up over this video and cannot stop talkin about it.

Me: doesn't care

Colleague: Come on guys, she spent $6000 for two nights at that place and had a really, really bad time.

Me:.................excuse me what the FUCK did you just say?

Me: looks it up online, finds out that yes she did spend that much for two fucking nights and nobody is flabberghasted by how fucking stupid that is.

Me: is vocal about it on Twitter and Tumblr.

Tumblr: YOU'RE OBSESSING OVER THESE WOMEN, YOU'RE A BAD REP FOR NATIVE WOMEN, YOU'RE A BAD SPOKESPERSON FOR NATIVE WOMEN, IMMA INVADE A SPACE YOU SPECIFICALLY MADE FOR NATIVE WOMEN BECAUSE YOU BLOCKED ME AND FUCKED MY MOTHER

Me:

No really that's what happened.

[the-starlight-project]

How could you ever be upset at this little guy? They're just a lovable creature who's incredibly fun to doodle

I AM STUNNED. FLABBERGHASTED EVEN. ABSOLUTELY STRUCK BY LIGHTNING.

These are absolutely incredible! Thank you so much for sharing these!! These are all absolutely lovely and so cute - indeed, who could be mad at a small little creature like him ???? Sonic's so unreasonable smh /lh

Seriously these doodles are awesome. To think someone likes our comic so much to draw our guys ..... our little guys ..... I am so deeply flattered <3 (I can't believe I get to make a starlight fanart tag now hehehe)

[zvdvdlvr]

care (for you)

daryl dixon

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: "𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾"

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 [ 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇', 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ], 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, confessions!!!, possible ooc daryl? idk

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋

{🫐}

daryl was in the building for once. the exhausted man sat rigid on the thin jail beds with his head in his hands. between making runs, watching little ass-kicker, and keeping watch outside, there was little time for daryl to do much- let alone sleep.

"hey D," y/n greeted quietly. she leaned against the wall, holding little judith in her arms.

"hey darlin'. what's up?" he asked, voice hoarse.

the woman shrugged. "Ain't nothin' goin' on today that's remotely interesting... thought i'd... thought i'd come see how you're doin'," she explained. "know you Ain't gettin' sleep."

daryl furrowed his brows. "yes i am."

y/n scoffed and looked down at judith after she let out a little whimper. playing with judith's tiny fingers, y/n looked up. "you know, i chose to worry about you, sweetheart. please let me."

biting his lip, daryl patted the space next to him. when y/n sat down and adjusted judith, she looked expectantly at daryl. "you know... i ain't good with this... communication stuff, sweet girl- you outta know that- but i... i like it when you gimme that look of yers and just... you just..."

with a shy smile, y/n pressed on. "what do i do, daryl?"

daryl threw his head back. "fuck! you do that, sweetheart! you care about me! yeh go 'round with little ass-kicker in yer arms and you call rick on his bullshit and yeh get me off my high horse and- fuck! i love that! i love... you. i think. i know i love you... and i- shit- i think i could fall in love with you," daryl ranted, eyes frantically searching y/n's, hands twisting together.

after he finished, daryl looked down. "fuck... i- i ain't mean to say that. i'm sorry sweetheart.''

his heart cracked further at her silence. daryl never had exposed himself like that- voluntarily made himself so vulnerable. he didn't like that feeling. the feeling of suspension in the air after a big ass bomb is dropped and person A is worried person B will shatter their hope, shatter their soul. step on their body and crush their spirit. daryl spiraled. not often, but this was one of those moments.

but then his thoughts stopped as a hand turned his face. her warm, caring hand tilted his face to look at hers. "i know i love you too," she murmured.

flabberghasted, daryl felt his jaw loosen and eyes widened. he looked desperately between her lips and eyes, hoping she'd get the message and make a move. daryl couldn't overstep- couldn't make a wrong move now and scare her away. no, y/n meant too much to daryl, and if he scared her away, he couldn't live with himself.

"you gonna kiss me or not?"

daryl leaned foward and desperately grasped at y/n. their lips intertwined and their teeth knocked. little grunts fell from daryl's lips and synchronized flawless with y/n's quiet groans.

daryl's hands flew to y/n's neck. desperately holding on to her, as if she'd disappear if he looked away. this was too great: the 'i love you's, the hot and havy make out session, the quiet moaning.

an abrupt cry split the two apart.

"hey baby," y/n cooed, as if daryl's togue wasn't just down her throat. at her restless cry, y/n frowned. "i know, sweet heart. you're hungry, ain't'cha?"

daryl chuckled and let his hand move from y/n's neck to her lips. with his thumb, daryl brushed the plush part of her bottom lip and watched, starstruck, as y/n looked back up at him eith that beautiful smile. "i meant that, D," she spoke. after pressing a small kiss to his lips, y/n stood up. disregarding judith's fussy noises, y/n went on, "let me care for you. please."

and with that, daryl was suddenly left alone was his nasty thoughts and the memory of her lips on his.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Alhaitham's weakness

Woop woop some lee Alhaitham bc he's so tickleable real. And ler Kaveh bc yes. We (I) need more ler Kaveh content so here. Also I wrote this at 4 am so yeah- aishakdhkshd

And I didn't proofread huehehe

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Alhaitham x Kaveh (gey...?)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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Kaveh was currently on a mission. He wanted to catch his usually stoic roomate off-guard for once, and he knew exactly how. He was usually the one on the receiving end of Alhaitham's tickles, but this time it was gonna be different! Maybe... hopefully... Was Alhaitham even ticklish? Kaveh can't recall hearing a genuine laugh come out of him, unless it was at his expense, so he was determined to finally get through that stoic wall of his! He quietly snuck up behind him and...

"Gotcha!" the blonde yelled out with a playful grin on his face, his fingers aiming to taze at the scribe's sides.

Alhaitham jolted slightly from the contact, but overall barely reacted, much to Kaveh's dissapointment. "Nice try, but not good enough" he replied in his usual deadpan voice, his face unchanging.

"What...? How do you manage to stay so serious?!" Kaveh always felt flabberghasted at how Alhaitham always managed to surpress any and all reactions to his tickle attacks, but this time he wasn't gonna give up so easily.

He spent the rest of the day trying to think what spot could finally get the serious scribe to finally break. Throughout the day he'd poke and prod at the generic spots he himself was ticklish at, that had to work, right? Well everytime he was met with Alhaitham's typical "Hmm" expressionless face. This whole situation was starting to feel hopeless for Kaveh. Maybe Alhaitham really wasn't that sensitive...

"Ugh, I give up!" Kaveh let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped down on the couch next to Alhaitham.

"Does that mean you'll finally stop annoying me now?".

"I guess so..." Kaveh layed his head against Alhaitham's shoulder, his blonde locks lightly tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder.

"Mph-!" Alhaitham let out a chocked sound, quickly peaking up Kaveh's attention.

"What was that?".

"Nothing".

"Oh don't give me that crap, it was clearly something!".

Alhaitham simply shrugged, opting to face away from the architect. He thought that MAYBE if he ignored Kaveh he'd eventually forget about it, but who was he kidding? This is what happens when your roomate is as stubborn as you are.

Kaveh studied him as if he were a piece of art, trying to notice anything out of the ordinary, until he saw a lock of his hair lightly brushing against Alhaitham's shoulder. It took a moment to put two and two together, but once the realization hit, Kaveh grinned like the cheshire cat.

While Alhaitham was still preocupied looking away, Kaveh moved his hand over to his bare shoulder, lightly skittering his nails over the spot.

"Eh?!—" the scribe almost jumped out of his seat at the sudden tickly sensation. The sound that came out of him surprising them both.

"Aww, have I finally found your weak spot?~" Kaveh then sat across of Alhaitham's lap to keep him in place, how bold—.

"Get off of me fatass".

"Fatass?! Oh now you're asking for it!" Kaveh moved his hands to where Alhaitham's neck and shoulders met and softly scratched over the spot.

"Hehehe..." Alhaitham let out a breathy giggle. It was clear he was trying to hold in his laughter seeing how his whole body tensed up. Kaveh had to admit, watching his roomate slowly lose his composure was pretty cute, not like he'd ever admit it.

"C'mon Alhaitham. I know you're already ticklish, so just let it out!" the blonde encouraged as he focused his scratching back onto Alhaitham's bare shoulder, earning a sharp gasp. Wanting to actually hear him laugh, he moved his other hand down to Alhaitham's highest ribs right under his armpit and gently pressed onto the spot.

"Gyah! Pfft! K-Kaveh, stahahap!".

And there it was! Alhaitham let out deep, charming chuckles as he stomped his feet against the ground to try to distract himself from the sensation. He held onto Kaveh's hips but did no effort to push him off, which he could've easily done let's be real (he's too prideful to admit he likes it).

Kaveh's face instantly lit up at the sounds his roomate was making, and the way his cheeks gained a slight hint of pink to them. Oh how tempting to rub it in his face, but for now Kaveh just wanted to cherish those precious sounds.

"Ahaha! I've finally gotten you to laugh! I didn't even think you were capable of such a thing".

"Oh shuhut uhuhup!" Alhaitham snickered out. At this point, he had given up on hiding his reactions. Allowing his body to relax as Kaveh kept exploring his tickle spots.

"Not yet. I wanna see how hysterical I can make you~" Kaveh chuckled along with him as his hands travelled to the scribes armpits.

"Ah—" Alhaitham's eyes widened before shutting closed once more. His face scrunched up as he threw his head back and let out the deep belly laugh that Kaveh had been craving. "GYAHAHA! Q-QUIT IHIHIT!".

Alhaitham frantically kicked his legs out and softly squirmed under the architects weight.

"Now I've really hit the jackpot!~" Kaveh teased as his fingers kept softly scratching under the sensitive hollows. Enjoying the hysteria coming from his roomate.

Alhaitham slightly opened his eyes to look at Kaveh. The sight of the blonde looking down at him with such a giddy smile made him feel little flips in his stomach. His cheeks slowly grew redder by the second, whether it was from the tickles or from Kaveh himself (maybe both) who knows, but it sure was quite the sight to witness.

"K-KAVEHEHEEE!".

Kaveh seemed to snap from his trance once Alhaitham's laughter started to die down, being replaced by silent, wheezy laughter. His eyes were all watery and his hair was a bit messy from all his squirming. And his cherry red cheeks, UGH. How does he manage to look so good even when he's being wrecked to pieces?!

"Oh fine, I've had my fair share of fun" Kaveh slowed his fingers to a stop, slipping his hands out from under Alhaitham's arms, but he remained comfortably seated on his lap. "Are you okay?" the blonde suddenly asked, with a hint of concern in his sharp, red eyes. "I hope I didn't take it too far...".

Alhaitham looked up at him with a slight smile on his face. It was very faint and most people would probably miss it, but not Kaveh. "I'm fine. I'm not as weak as you". And there he's back at it again with that cocky attitude.

"Huh?! I can handle myself well, thank you very much" Kaveh huffed, crossing his arms like a pouty toddler.

"Oh yeah?".

"Hm?- GYAH!" Kaveh yelped as he was suddenly pinned down acroas the couch, with Alhaitham on top of him.

"How about I return the favor now?".

"W-wait! Let's talk about thihis! ALHAITHAM!!!".

Kaveh's rich laughter echoed throughout the entire house as Alhaitham pinpointed all of the spots that drove him up the wall, tickling them with precision. This was gonna be a long day...

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I hope this is okay akdhakdhka

[aceinabook]

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System Vol. 2 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Character 4| Setting 4| Writing 4| Plot 3.5| Enjoyability 5 Rating: 4.10

I have enjoyed this so much, before I continue I just want to say I don't know If I would recommend this to everyone. There some wild shit that Binghe does in this novel. I was flabberghasted. He is toxic and obsessive. like BOI! The novel does make fun of it too though, so I enjoy a work that can make fun of itself. I did however really enjoy this between all the characters dynamics between Liu Qingge and Shen QingQiu I love their relationship, I also just love that Binghe is so unhinged? I love me an unhinged character that one person was kind to them once and now they are like ohmygod....Shizunnnn. I am not loving Shen Qingqiu saying he's not gay. It's probably my biggest problem. I don't care for gay media where they are like I SWEAR I'M NOT GAY. It's giving internalized homophobia. I'm hoping it gets better in this series. This series is so fun! I really enjoy the hijinks.

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — Part 5

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

Summary: You go on a movie date with Ellie and end up at her place

Word count: 2808

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no some rizz , anxiety, insecurity, mentions of gore (for a second about the movie they watch), pet names (includ), kissing/making out, softdom!ellie, sub!reader, nipple play (if you squint), fingering (r!receiving), dirty talk, virgin!reader

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! btw i tried to make the description of the reader as broad as possible but i am an average sized white girl so pls let me know if it wasn't inclusive!

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The drive to the theatre was only 15 minutes but you wanted so badly to hear her voice and you didn't know what to say to her. It seemed that Ellie recognized your dilemma as she asked, "Wanna listen to music?" as she briefly looked over at you.

Only if you sing it. "Sure" you replied and she pressed play on a playlist whose name you didn't have time to read. An upbeat tune began to play and you quickly knew it to be Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Your lips quirked into a big smile as you struggled to keep a giggle at bay. Unfortunately for you, Ellie looked over and noticed your grin.

"What?" she laughed.

"Nothing, nothing..." you answered, "It's just... 80s?" you managed between giggles.

Ellie's expression turned to one of shock and fake-hurt as she looked at you for a second before she sarcastically said, "Fuck you, what's wrong with the 80s??" You burst out laughing and didn't get a chance to say anything before she continued, laughing now as well. "What? Do you not like joy, you monster!" This just made you laugh harder.

After a few minutes of wheezing and Ellie nearly swerving into another lane, you both caught your breaths.

"No, but really, I like the music." you now said confidently, looking at her as her eyes focused on the road in front of her.

She smiled at that but you didn't expect her to start singing the chorus, turning to look at you expectantly. Her voice sounded like an angel's. You'd never heard anything sound better than her singing, even if it was to an old song. But you couldn't leave her to sing by herself. By the time you started singing, the song was almost over, so there were limited lyrics for you to follow. Ellie looked at you flabberghasted nonetheless.

You spent the rest of the ride singing together until you got to the theatre. As you went in, Ellie started walking to the ticket booth. You grabbed her hand to stop her and she looked at you confused.

"I already got 'em online. I didn't know how close to the screen you liked so I got a middle-to-back row." You told her, both proud and suddenly shy.

"Why'd you do that, sweetheart?" she asked with an adoring smile.

"Well for one..." you pointed at the long and growing line. "And I also know you, Ellie Williams, and I know you would've tried to pay for them." She blushed at that, not bothering to deny it.

"Alright then," she started, "Let's go get some snacks." She then looked at you sternly, setting your stomach ablaze, "And you better have left your wallet in the car." All you could do was nod, which she smiled at. She then started leading you to the snack stand which is when you realized neither of your hands had let go. The thought immediately made you squeeze her hand, a gesture which quickly she returned.

When you got to the front of the queue, Ellie ordered a large popcorn and a drink for herself, and looked over at you. Still gripped by your earlier shyness, you could only softly tell her the drink you wanted.

"Sorry, I didn't get that." said the cheery cashier. That only made you more shy and you felt yourself starting to panic.

Noticing your descent, Ellie told the worker, "Just a medium root beer for her, thanks!" and paid for the food. She then looked over at you as you moved toward the other side of the counter to wait for your food. "Hey," she said, squeezing your hand again, "you don't have to be nervous. There's nothing to be scared of, I promise. Except for the movie which is apparently very gory, but I'll keep you safe."

You laughed through your nose at her comment, "Yeah it's pretty much just blood and guts," you smiled and hugged her arm. You couldn't see her face but you felt her head lean on yours.

Soon, you heard her whisper with a smile in her voice, perhaps to you or just herself, "Damn, I picked up a freak!"

Before you could react, your food came out, giving you 10 minutes to find your seats.

Once you were both sat, you noticed Ellie waiting for you to take a handful of popcorn before she took hers, making you giggle. She turned her head left to look at you with amusement. You looked at each other for a long time. You studied every feature of her face, vowing to remember each freckle and every little scar when you realized she was leaning closer to you. Your eyes widened as the met hers and her mouth grew into a small smile and she drew so close to you that your noses were touching. That's when your breath caught in your throat and Ellie's smile turned into a smirk. You could hear your heartbeat and you were sure she could hear it too. You then remembered her words from earlier.

Nothing to be scared of.

Fuck it.

You closed the gap between your lips and sighed when you felt her right hand caress your cheek. Her lips were as soft as her touch and, despite the growing din of the audience, you thought you could hear a small hum escape her mouth. When your lips left hers to catch a breath, there was a loud boom, indicating the start of the movie.

You both stayed where you were, debating whether you even wanted to see the movie. You were decided. Nope. This movie means nothing to me. you concluded. You started leaning toward Ellie again and she used the hand on your cheek to reach your ear. As the sound from the movie quieted, you heard her whisper, "Be patient," before she sat back in her seat, draping her arm over your shoulders, leaving you a needy mess.

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By the time the movie ended, you could hardly handle yourself. You had tried to get closer to Ellie throughout but the seperate seats made that impossible. Damn those stupid armrests. As the lights turned on, Ellie turned to ask you what you thought of the movie.

"It was good," you said, "still predictable but at least the traps were awesome! Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it wasn't bad." she replied, "I just saw more broken bones than I've seen before but other than that I liked it." she joked. "So, it's still pretty early, what did you wanna do."

You.

"I dunno." you pretended to think, "We could go to your place, if you want." you suggested.

"Sure! I do have to warn you though, there is something living in the walls so if you here scratching, just ignore it"

"You're such an idiot" you laughed, lightly shoving her shoulder.

Because you had stood up, waiting for people in your row to file out, she took this opportunity to give you some of the closeness you'd been craving. She reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you so close you could have melted into her. You set your arms on her shoulders, hoping she'd understand your gesture. Again, instead of kissing you, she leaned in and spoke so only you could hear, "I don't know what's gotten into you today, but if you keep going like this we might not make it to my place."

You were thankful that she decided to speak in your ear again and couldn't see the blush explode all over your face. You were able to compose yourself in time as she pulled back to look at you, only for you to lean in, touching her lips with yours, "Sounds promising."

She quickly spun you around, guided you out of the theatre from behind and led you to the car. The ride to her place was short but it felt like an eternity. You had both opted against music, given the atmosphere, and her hand rested on your thigh as you traced the lines of her tattoo.

You entered her apartment and were immediately in awe of her decorations. She had multiple posters of various comic books she enjoyed. Shelves of her lego creations littered the walls and you caught a glimpse of the black comforter on the bed in a far room.

"Woah, Ellie, did you build all of these?!" you said, pointing at the legos. Occasionally moving the moveable pieces.

She smiled shyly at your amazement, "Yeah I spent hours building all of these with my dad."

You looked at her and grinned, "That's awesome." you said, looking back at the creations. "They look so good."

You felt her arms wrap around your middle as she nuzzled your neck, "Not as good as you." She was practically squeezing you into her. "How did I manage to get you?"

"Me?" you asked, holding her arms against you, "Have you seen yourself lately?"

With that she kissed all the way up your neck, reaching your jaw and staying there, sometimes nipping at your skin until you turned your head toward her and she captured your lips. Your neck started huring from this awkward angle so you turned in Ellie's arms which lowered to grope your ass. The small gesture made you sigh into Ellie which she took as an opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth. Overwhelmed by the attention she was giving you, your hand reached up to her hair, tugging at, and ultimately ruining, her low bun, making her moan in your mouth.

She pulled away, still gripping you tight, looking at you like you were her favourite constilation. "Jump." she said, softly.

You looked at her, dazed, and replied, "Huh?"

She squeezed the underside of your ass, pulling you up a little, and she repeated, "Jump."

You raised your right leg up to her hip as her hand followed to your mid thigh and jumped up to wrap both legs around her waist. You felt her hands grip your plump thighs when you decided no one else could have her. You quickly kissed her lips, moving underneath her jaw and suckling until you could feel her heartbeat quicken beneath your lips. "Fuck-" she breathed, "such a good girl f'me." Before she good regret letting the petname slip, she felt you nod in her neck which is all she needed to convince herself to bring you to her bedroom.

Before you could register the movement, your back hit a soft matress, forcing a whimper out of you. Ellie was on you in an instant, kissing your cheeks, your lips, your neck, and the top of your chest. "God, you're so pretty, sweet girl, will you let me see more of you?" To which you replied by grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. She gave the top of your breasts a few kisses before tugging at your bra stap and catching your gaze. "On or off?"

"Off! Off, please!" you practically pleaded. She smiled, pressing her lips against yours softly as her hands unclasped your bra. As soon as your bra was off, Ellie was on your nipples, sucking, nipping, and pinching at them until every touch elicited a whine. She popped of one nipple, propping herself up on one hand while the other continued its assault. She took her time, admiring the beauty of your upper half: the bruises forming on your breast; the rounding of your stomach which, Ellie noted, is very biteable; and the absolute perfection of your skin.

While she was distracted, you decided to reach underneath her shirt, bringing her attention back to you. She raises an eyebrow, silently asking you what you wanted. "Wanna see you too" you asked.

"Whatever my girl wants." she said, taking off her flannel and bringing her shirt over her head. My girl. You ran your hands over her stomach, feeling her muscles tense under your touch. By the time she'd rid herself of her bra, you were entranced by her beauty. There was no way you'd remember every freckle now! She noticed your new daze and placed her hand under your chin, tipping your face towards hers. "You with me?" she asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm with you." you told her, admiring her expanding pupils.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

"I figured that much out." you both laugh at her comment. "Tell me what you want me to do for you. What do you like."

You tried to look away but Ellie's hand held you in place. "I dont know."

She looked at you, unsure of what you meant. She asked a question she dreaded. "What have other people done that you liked."

You let out a nervous laugh, "uh nothing. There've been no people."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Well don't you worry sweet girl," she told you slowly pushing you back down, "I'm gonna take good care of you. Can I make you feel good?"

"Yes, please." you replied, squirming under her touch.

Without another word, she unbuttoned your denim shorts and pulled them all the way down your legs. When she looked back up, she swore she could have died at the sight of you in nothing but silky, red panties. She toyed with the hem and looked up at you. "Did you wear these for me?" she asked.

You nodded, a small smile finding your lips, "You like 'em?"

"Oh babygirl, I love 'em. You act so innocent but really," she moved closer to your face, so close you could feel her breath, "really you just need someone to fuck you." You opened your mouth to deny it but before you could object, her hand slipped into your panties, fingers instantly finding your clit. A soft and relieved moan left your lips as you bucked your hips into her hand.

"God, you're so wet I can't wait to taste you." she saw you hold your breath and leaned down, lips entangling with yours until she felt your breath leave your lungs. "Don't worry, I won't do that yet."

You couldn't focus on anything. Her fingers were working expert circles around your clit and her mouth had gone back to your right nipple. You sometimes felt her fingers leave your clit and worried she was done until you felt them teasing your hole which had you whining every time.

"Stop teasing" You whined at her.

She looked up from the growing bruise on your chest, "Yeah? You want me to stretch you out with my fingers?" she said as she returned to tight circles on your clit.

"Fuck! Yes, please, I need to feel you in me please Ellie!" you moaned desperately.

She moved back up to kiss your lips as her fingers left their position to rid you of your panties. "You have to tell me if it hurts, ok?" all you could do was nod and soon you felt her middle finger slide into you with minimal effort, making you moan breathlessly. Her finger curled repeatedly inside of you, never in the same spot, and though it did feel erotic (you were wetter than you'd ever been), you didn't feel what all the fuss was about.

"Ellie, it's n— oh fuck!" you threw your head back, suddenly overwhelmed by pleasure as you felt your pussy pull Ellie in.

"There you go. That's it, just needed a little more didn't you." You couldn't answer her as you barely had time to breathe between each moan. All you could do was reach around her neck and hold on to her as she pleasured your hole. She added a second finger, both now abusing the sweet spot she had found. "You sound so sweet angel. You're just my good girl, aren't you."

You were almost there, just needing a little more of Ellie's heveanly assault on your pussy. "I'm so close Ellie — oh no I'm gonna pee—"

"Do you trust me?" you nodded quickly. "The let go for me."

That was all you needed to cum all over her hand, letting out pornographic moans and scratching her back. Her fingers never slowed and you came so hard your vision went blank for a few seconds.

When you looked back up at her, you saw her staring down toward her hand. You followed her gaze and saw he stomach was sleek with wetness.

Just as you realized what you'd just done, Ellie stuck her fingers in her mouth, groaning at the taste and letting go with a pop. "That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done." she told you, as if anticipating your embarassement.

You kissed her softly and tried to sit up but she pushed you harshly back down on the bed. "Oh, baby I'm not done with you yet."

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a.n: may have gotten carried away a little and yes im writing on christmas bc im lonely ok leave me be. also i will be defending root beer with my life fight me! so this was my first smut for ellie!! lemme know if you like it! is there anything i should add in the next part?

taglist: @lonelyfooryouonly @alexpritch

[baratiddyappreciator]

Baki boys with a reader who’s a majorette? Search it up and if you don’t mind its kinda apart of black culture (i’m black myself)

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I had that monster of a post brewing up and am slowly catching up! Also fun fact the first thing that popped up was a toy company and I was so confused.

Baki:

Flabberghasted. You do what?! He's kinda dumb so you do need to just explain to him what a majorette is, but once you do he thinks it's the coolest thing out there, he wants to see you pop off and just go.

He's honestly impressed once he does see you in action. From the costumes to the choreography, he thinks it makes you look stunning, and he admires the coordination that it takes to pull some of those moves off.

He's got the water and a snack ready for you for when you finish up with practice or a performance, he knows it's hard work and he wants his baby to stay hydrated and well-fed. Especially if it's hot outside? He's going to make sure that your sugars are up and that you're not sweating too much.

Will he wear the costumes you've worn? Absolutely. Will he try some of the simpler moves? Definitely! It's something you're passionate about and that is important to you. Granted, he makes it all look like a fight, but that's just how he does things, and he'll have you both rolling on the floor with laughter because he'll do some dumb shit.

He'd absolutely love to go and watch others perform with you too. He still thinks that you're the best he's ever seen, but he won't lie when he says that he's impressed by how much effort some people put into their performances.

Kozue:

Your biggest cheerleader, she's there at every performance, practice, or even just a "hey does anyone want to get together to practice for this event coming up?". She's there and she's hyped.

She's jealous. She's not that graceful and she doesn't have the best stamina in the world, but she thinks you look stunning the entire time and she wants you to know that. Give her the chance and she'll coordinate outfits with you and get some really nice pictures for your socials.

Water? Ice cold. Snack? Varied. She's even got a mini hand-held fan at the ready and a cool towel she wrapped around an icepack. She's going to make sure that you go in and out of practice or events looking and feeling perfect.

PLEASE let her wear a costume with you at least once and show her how to do a few easy tricks and moves. She'll be in absolute heaven, especially if you're practicing with friends. She meshes in so well even if she's not at your level.

Once she finds out what majorettes are, she can't get enough. Is there a football game? She wants to see the bands play just to catch a glimpse if any majorettes are performing. Concerts with majorettes? She's watching them the second she's able to get her hands on them.

Hanayama:

Human personification of 👍🏻. It's nice that you have a passion and a good hobby, don't get him wrong, but it's just so far removed from his world that he doesn't really know what to say to show that he thinks it's cool.

Is he impressed? Absolutely, he thinks you're a class act and that you've got some serious skill. Does he show it? No, lmao, he stands there with his arms crossed and a neutral expression the entire time. Just know that he thinks you're cool, he's just stunted.

He won't bring you drinks and snacks himself, he's busy watching you to worry about stuff like that. What he will do is get a caterer. Practice or actual performance, the aftermath is always catered. Only the best for his baby.

Yeah you're not going to get him in any costumes, but if you do something he thinks could be useful in a fight, he might get you to show it to him. He will butcher that move in front of you, but it's one of the few times he gets outwardly excited.

If you want to go see others perform, he'll go with you, but only if you ask him to. The others aren't you, and while they may be skilled, they're not you, so why would he care about them???

Chiharu:

What the fuck is a majorette? He's got no idea, non whatsoever. You can explain it to him all you want, he's just gonna sit there saying "huh?" over and over again. (He's a visual learner). He'll figure it out eventually though.

If Kozue is your #1 fan, he's... also your #1 fan. If he could be better than a #1 fan he would, but the saying really only works with that phrasing. He loves bright colours, especially purple, and sparkles? Oh he could die happy. Flips and that are cool too, don't get him wrong, but the fashion is what gets him.

I'm going to be completely honest: he forgets the drinks and snacks at home. He gets so excited to see you do your thing that he just straight up leaves them on the counter, the only thing he remembers is a change of clothes. Don't worry, he'll run to the store to grab you something though, whatever you want! It's on him!

Oh HELL YEAH he'll wear the costumes! Are you kidding?! The second he lays eyes on one he'll want to wear it, the more flashy the better. He'll make it an entire thing, you'll have pictures of him doing the most ridiculous shit but he looks fantastic. Just don't teach him any moves, he will hurt himself. No self-preservation instinct at all.

He'll drag you to every big performance he can, just so he can look at the outfits with you. If the costumes are boring, his entire day is (mostly) ruined, but he does have to admit that the choreography is at least nice to watch!

Katsumi:

He may be a dumb karate jock, but he's been to America in the past and he saw a marching band once when there was a football game going on. Blew his mind, so finding out that you're a majorette dancer gets him all excited, he'll want to tell you all about the performance he saw. (Bonus points if that's when you two met and he was just too stupid to realise that it was you.)

The choreography has him hypnotized. You can do something you see as a basic move and he's all over you, talking about how it's the coolest thing he's ever seen and how he thinks you're the coolest person he's ever met. He'll talk your ear off about how fun he thinks doing this is.

He always has water for you! He's got water for himself, he knows how important it is to stay hydrated. Given the chance, he shows up like a damn soccer dad with a backpack cooler with drinks and snacks. Anything to restore electrolytes and keep you well hydrated. Just be sure to remind him to keep his distance or else he'll interrupt your practice to make sure you drink.

He might wear something a bit more tame, like a vest or a fun shirt, but he won't really do more than that. The dancing, on the other hand, THAT he will try. He's stiff and awkward to start, and much like Baki he'll make it look like fighting, but he's doing his best!

Fully willing to go to performances with you, he'll make sure you both have the best seats in the house, especially if it's a game performance. He'll make it a whole date given the chance, and it'll be pretty nice, regardless of drunk sports fans.

Jack:

Pretty impassive, much like Hanayama, but he shows his interest in the subject more openly. He never got to really see any performances when he was younger, though he has actually heard a few going on. He's fascinated and supportive, but he's mostly enthusiastic about the technical skills behind it.

The endurance that majorettes display is something he greatly admires. The stuff that dancers pull off is honestly impressive, and he's not afraid to admit that he thinks it's really cool, though he'll say it in his weird fucked up nerdy way.

He's bad at taking care of himself, and he's also really bad at remembering that other people have basic needs too, though he's fantastic at recognising when someone needs a break. You can be dying on the floor, sweating your ass off and he'll just look at you and go "do you need a water or something? You look beat, take a break." completely unaware that you can't move.

You're not going to get him to wear anything flashy, but if you want to slip an accessory onto him or get him to put on a sweater for you (and only for you) then he might oblige you. As for pulling off any moves... That's a solid maybe, it takes a lot of convincing, but he's shockingly agile. (seriously, he's done several flips effortlessly, it's impressive)

If you manage to convince him to take a break from his training, you deserve a damn marching band performance up and down the street. It's impressive, it's rare, and more importantly, it's special. Getting him to actually come with you and see a performance is one of the few rare moments where he's not thinking of anything else. Until the next day, you have his full attention.

Kosho:

Surprisingly geeky about majorettes. He thinks they're pretty and skilled and he loves loves loves the power that their performances emanate. One of the rare few times that Kosho just full-on nerds out. It's actually kinda cute, just don't bring it up because he'll never do it again.

Much like Jack, he admires the technical skills that go into being a majorette, but he does kinda like the makeup and hairstyles that come with it. Subtle? He loves it. Vibrant and bold? He loves it. He thinks the individuality is nice, and it's a great method of self-expression and empowerment.

He's a quiet admirer and supporter. You can be doing a handstand or something to warm up and you'll just see him get down and join you to talk about how your day's been going or if you need help with your warmups. He's got water, but he doesn't usually bring snacks unless you specifically request them.

He'll honest to god just sit and let you do whatever to him as long as you're not wasting good stuff on him. Wanna put some eyeshadow on him and put his hair up? Sure, hell, he'll even help you find accessories. And moves? Yeah, he'll try to learn them. He's a bit awkward about it, but he tries.

You wanna take him to go see a performance? You're going to have to keep up with him and not the other way around, because the morning of he's packed up and ready to go watch some people just move. He's not there for the music or the sports (if there are any) he's there for the energy. Taking him to pride would make him simply ascend.

Kureha:

The kinda bitch to tell you about the worst injuries he's heard of majorettes getting just to piss you off, but it's his way of telling you that he looked into it. You're welcome btw. ❤️

He respects the technical skill and the history, and he does appreciate the effort that majorettes put into looking nice for their performances. That being said, he's still a massive bitch and will absolutely nit-pick at every little thing he sees wrong with someone's conditioning.

He's busy, so he won't likely come to your practices, but he will have your water and a healthy snack packed and ready for you to take with you to practice, as well as for when you come home. You're going to have the best damn conditioning, he swears it. Your performances are one of the few times he'll actively request time off. He wants to see you in action and evaluate your progress.

Also one of the few occasions where he'll let you play with his hair. You wanna style him for a big day? If it helps you calm your nerves then sure, have at it. Just don't pull, because he'll use that as an excuse to whine about a headache all day. He means well, he's just being annoying so you won't feel as nervous.

You can't take him anywhere, because everywhere he looks he sees people with conditioning sub-par to his own. Is he an exception to the norm? Absolutely. Does he care? Lmao, no, he's still gonna be a rude ass about it.

Retsu:

He has no idea what a majorette is or what goes into being one, but he's so supportive that you won't figure out that he doesn't actually know wtf a majorette is until a full two months later. He's eager to learn about your passions though!

Oh he absolutely is a flustered mess when he first sees you in action, especially if it's a proper performance. The atmosphere is just so alive and energetic that it makes him just happy to be here. He's glad that you're sharing your passions with him, and that he gets to meet your friends who also share that same passion!

He packs you cold tea and a healthy snack for after practice. Not water, not juice, cold tea. It's refreshing, there's no denying that, but the first time you take a sip of the heavy ass thermos he hands you you're probably going to choke because it's not what you expect. Is it bad? By no means, it's just a surprise.

He might agree to wear a few things here and there as long as it's just the two of you, and he'll do his best to try and copy whatever moves you show him. He's graceful, so it's not that hard, but he makes it look a bit too much like ballet if I'm being honest. It's so undeniably him that there's nothing bad to say about it either.

Take him to a performance and watch his brain explode. They're doing what?! In this weather? With the music this loud?! The atmosphere is electric and he's sweaty and hot, but he's having the time of his life with you. He doesn't even like sports that much, but if there's one involved he winds up cheering for a team anyways.

Doppo:

Doesn't know what you mean my majorette, but he's too stubborn to ask so he'll just google it when he thinks you're not looking. The only way you'll find out is either Natsue rats him out or you catch him in the act. He'll deny it, of course, but there's no lying his way out of it.

He thinks you're pretty neat. He's got a fine eye for skill, so you can trust when he says that you're very talented and that you've got amazing potential. Beginner or experienced, he's going to help you improve rapidly before you even know what's happening. Be warned, he will try and teach you karate under the pretext of endurance training.

He instilled Katsumi's soccer dad habits when he was younger, and he's no different, though he might bring coffee or tea for himself, you get freezing cold water or juice, and he's got options. You want mint in your water? He brought fresh leaves. You want snacks? What are you craving? He's got a few options, but if you want something else he'll go grab it.

He'll wear some fun accessories with no hesitation. The old man knows how to have fun, but he's not going to dance. You and Natsue can ask him, beg even, but he's gonna have to say no on that front. He can be silly, but throwing out his back because he tried to keep up with you isn't in his cards. Is he being dramatic? Absolutely.

He'll take you to some of the best performances out there. Football game in America has a famous marching band with majorettes? He'll take you to see them, and then you can enjoy him being an average sports fan.

Natsue:

She's more open to admitting that she has no clue what a majorette is, but once you tell her and explain it she's all in. She'll rat Doppo out for not knowing, but that's because she watches videos of majorettes performing with him so she can see what stuff you're doing.

You know how she was before Katsumi's fight with Pickle? She carries that energy with her. If you perform with a marching band, she's encouraging all of you. If it's just you and a few other majorettes, she's still encouraging all of you. She wants you all to know that she thinks you're doing great!

She has drinks and a snack on hand, and a change of nice comfy clothes ready for when you finish practicing or performing. She even goes a step further and gets you a nice bath prepared for when you get home that you can jump right into. You'll feel rejuvenated even if you didn't break that much of a sweat.

She, much like Doppo, will dress up and accessorize, but she'll have to politely decline doing any dances or tricks. She's not a fighter, nor is she a performer, so she's more likely to actually hurt herself if she does something wrong, but she'll have a great time either way.

Shibukawa:

Definitely doesn't know what a Majorette is and you'll never find that out unless he outright tells you that he doesn't know. He can and will bullshit his way out of an "I don't know" situation by just playing along.

Oh he thinks you're amazing! He admires people who are able to put that much energy and passion into something they like doing, and when eh actually does his research and finds out cultural significances and history? Yeah, he thinks majorettes are pretty cool.

He brings you juice and light snacks for your practices, same as your performances, but he's likely to sip at your drink while you do practice. He won't be there for every practice, mind you, he's a busy man and he's gotta teach people aiki or judo at the precinct, but he does his best to show up. He never misses a performance though.

He'll politely have to decline wearing outfits/costumes/accessories, or trying out any of the moves/tricks. This being said, he'll watch you during practices. He's small, agile and graceful, so if you watch him fight you'll definitely see him pull a move that you've practiced at least once against a larger, younger opponent.

Sure he'll go to a performance with you! You'll have a really nice time, admittedly. He'll behave, no mischief on his part, just bragging once the majorettes get to work that you do that too. He just wants to have a good time with you doing something that you love, especially if you do the same with him.

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Oh no, I'm watching Jessie Gender's video about NATLA and while I usually agree with her takes, this video is NOT IT. Like, I am sitting here flabberghasted as to how she's interpreting things so wildly different than I did and I want to write a comment responding to her points and how I viewed them, but it's super long and I don't know if it's productive or not.

Literally every point she's making I have to refute. It's.... wow. Idk. Maybe I'll just post my response here instead of commenting directly to her and everyone can go watch the video themselves to see my commentary because at this point, it's just a wall of text detailing why every single thing she's said is wrong (in my opinion).

Blegh. I knew I shouldn't have watched it, but I was curious, ok!!

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