#and it is huge!!! im pushing my limits with this one

[panther-asterisk]

[piplupod]

my sister has taken to calling really fucking normal ass opinions "radically liberal" and i am so so so tired. so unbelievably tired. i thought university was supposed to turn u into a leftist, not just give you more language to shit on leftist politics. what the fuck.

[tkbrokkoli]

aaaaaahhhh guys!!!

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: your best friend brags complains that he can't get laid due to his huge dick posing a threat to random girls at parties, so you offer to fix his little big problem pairing: soobin x reader genre: smut, best friends to lovers warnings: explicit language, big dick soobin (canon event), size kink, foreplay, eating out, blowjob, hugging, fingering, size training, creampie, consensual intercourse, kissing, aftercare, allusions to death in a sexual context, lowkey possessive soobin at the end author's note: the killa is on my mind 24/7 and im down bad for soobin 25/8 🥵 so i had to get it out of my system somehow 🤷 word count: 2k

“You’re kidding, right?” you ask your best friend when he makes a rather shocking confession as the two of you are sitting in his bedroom after one of your usual anime marathons.

“I wish I was. But I would never lie to you,” Soobin responds truthfully. His big moist eyes look a 100% genuine but it still sounds so...bizarre.

“Let me get this straight…Every time you try to hook up with a girl at one of those parties Yeonjun keep dragging you to, you go to a room, eat them out like the generous, selfless guy you are, and then after you take off your pants, they get scared by your gigantic cock and refuse to have sex, running away in horror?”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to explain for the past 10 minutes, yeah,” Soobin confirms with a very adorable pout on his stupid face.

You shake your head in utter disbelief.

“I’m sorry but this is just ridiculous. Any girl would be happy to hook up with a guy that has a huge dick.”

“Well, I guess not any girl ‘cause this shit has happened three times already and I’m at my limit. Why can’t I just get laid?” Soobin bemoans his tragic destiny.

“No, I don’t get it. The least they could do is give you a quickie or something to return the favour. It’s so rude to just sprint away. I can’t believe your cock is that terrifying.”

“Ugh, please stop saying that. It’s so embarrassing,” Soobin covers his face behind his big hands. Hold on a minute…

“If what you’re saying is true, then I think it’s pretty hot. Those girls are surely missing out.”

“Or maybe they’re just looking after themselves. Like…I’m not mad at them for being spooked out, I just wish I could finally get some, you know?” Soobin sighs.

“Death by dick does seem appealing,” you shrug.

“Y/N!” he exclaims.

“Listen, what if I make you an offer? You prove to me that you weren’t exaggerating about your size and I promise I won’t run away and will take care of your…frustrations.”

“Are you seriously suggesting this?” Soobin freaks out. “This could ruin our friendship.”

“I won’t be weird about it, I swear. What do you say?”

“Fuck it. I’m so horny that this actually sounds like a good idea,” Soobin admits. “Can I eat you out first?”

“Erm, if you insist,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I just wanna take care of you, make sure you’re all nice and wet for me,” Soobin explains patiently.

“You really don’t have to,” you reassure him.

“I know but it’d be awkward for me to just whip it out. Please?”

“Oh…okay,” you really can’t imagine saying no when he’s asking you so sweetly. God, what did you get yourself into?

Soobin takes off your leggings and panties in one swift movement and pushes you down gently on the bed so you are in a lying position. He spreads your thighs apart and looks at your pussy, already glistening with wetness caused by the conversation you’ve been having. Soobin smirks but doesn’t say anything about it. You’re grateful for that as he dives in, licking and kissing all over you. Fucking hell, if his tongue is capable of making you feel this way, you are slightly unnerved to find out what his cock can achieve. But unlike those girls at the parties, you are determined to never run away from your best friend.

Soon enough, you reach your high, overwhelmed by Soobin’s insane tongue movements and his big hands gripping your thighs. You need a few moments to gather your thoughts and when you are finally able to speak, those are the first words that leave your mouth:

“I think they fleed because you eat pussy like a starved animal. Seriously, what the hell was that?”

Soobin chuckles nervously and runs his fingers through his black hair, pushing it back and exposing his forehead for a bit.

“Trust me, it’s not that.”

“Prove it,” you challenge him even though you are fairly certain he’s telling the truth. Your best friend has never lied to you, so why start now?

Soobin takes off his pants, his hands are shaking and you immediately feel bad. You put your hand on his in an attempt to calm him down.

“Hey, you don’t have to if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I do want this, but after so many failed attempts, I’m so anxious…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Soobin,” you insist and squeeze his hand reassuringly.

His skin complexion looks slightly less pale and your words seem to give him the confidence he so desperately needs. Moment of truth. Soobin takes off his boxers and…Oh damn, he was not exaggerating. He’s not just big, he’s so huge a part of you wonders how is it humanly possible to carry such a weapon around and maintain the gentle, humble composure with which Soobin carries himself.

“You’re not running yet,” he jokes.

“Soob?”

“Y-yeah?” his voice cracks, he is obviously terrified of what you’re going to say.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I finally get why these girls ran away.”

“Oh,” he sounds a little dejected, as if already expecting you to go back on your offer.

“But! That’s not gonna stop me. Just tell me what you want first and I’ll try my best to make you happy.”

“Huh?” Soobin is too flustered to process your words.

“My hands, my mouth, or my pussy, what do you want first?”

“You mean…you’re willing to give me all of them?” he blinks in shock.

This poor, precious boy. Did he really face disappointment so many times that he is now looking a gift horse in the mouth with such uncertainty?

“Just pick, Soobie, I promise I’ll give you anything you need.”

“Um…can you suck me off? Please?”

Gosh, he’s so adorable you want to eat him.

You nod a little too enthusiastically and go down on your knees, taking as much of his cock as you can. It’s a tight fit but what you can’t put inside your mouth you make up for by wrapping your hands around him. You suck and lick and touch him, eager to give him as much pleasure as he did you. Your beloved best friend has obviously been frustrated for a while now because it doesn’t take him long to cum inside your mouth. There is so much you can’t manage to swallow it all despite your valiant efforts and you see some of it falling down your cheeks. You wipe it off with a finger, sticking it into your mouth, grinning widely at Soobin.

“Fuck, you’re incredible. What…how…are you okay?”

He presses his big palm against your cheek and it takes a lot of self-control for you to not melt right there and then.

“I’m great. Did…did it feel good for you?” you ask sheepishly.

You’re not particularly confident about your skills but you genuinely did your best for him.

“Are you crazy? It felt insanely good,” Soobin takes your hand, lifting you up and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“I’m glad,” you respond, feeling safer and warmer than ever before in your life.

“Do…you still want to…you know?” Soobin asks.

“If you’re asking whether you can put your cock inside my pussy, then yeah, go for it. As long as it’s something you want, of course.”

You keep reminding him to only do things he’s completely okay with, because you would hate to put your best friend in a situation he doesn’t enjoy just because of your greed.

“I want you so bad, you have no idea. But I think I’ll need to stretch you out a bit, yeah?”

“O-okay,” you quickly agree and in no time, Soobin’s long fingers are inside of your pussy, going deeper than your own have ever been and making you feel things you never even dreamed about.

“How does it feel?” Soobin asks in concern.

“Heavenly,” you admit and just as you’re about to reach your second orgasm, Soobin’s fingers leave you.

“N-no, why’d you do that?” you whine frustratedly.

“Wanna feel you come around my cock.”

As it turns out, you'd like this just as much so you quickly forgive him for ruining your orgasm.

“I think I have a condom in my-“ Soobin starts but you cut him off.

“I’m taking a pill. And I believe we’re both clean, so…”

“You gon’ let me fuck you raw?” Soobin inquires, not wanting to make assumptions.

“Yeah, I trust you,” you reply with conviction.

“You’re a dream,” Soobin chuckles and nudges the head of his cock against your moist entrance. You brace yourself for some level of discomfort and are surprised that it doesn’t come right away. Soobin takes his sweet time getting inside you, making sure you’re okay.

“Fuck, Soob, you're so big,” you moan, already feeling overstimulated.

“This is just the tip, baby,” he explains shyly, which makes you lose your mind.

Soobin goes deeper very slowly, making you feel every inch, stretching you out bit by bit.

“How much more?” you ask somewhat impatiently.

“Just a little bit. Can’t help it that your pussy is so tiny,” he teases you.

“Not my fault your dick is so gigantic,” you bite right back.

“I promise, I'll try my best not to split you in half,” Soobin jokes, which does little to ease your worries, but at the same time only makes you wetter.

“Keep talking to me,” you plead for him.

“Does it hurt?” he wants to know, as he keeps entering you further.

“It’s a good kind of hurt,” you explain, wincing slightly.

Once you’ve gotten used to it, you signal to Soobin that he can start moving and he does just that, fucking into you with an impressive speed. You try to meet him halfway, lifting your hips up for him, melting into one.

“You’re taking it so well, my darling best friend,” Soobin praises you relentlessly.

“Anything for you, Soobie,” you cry out in sweet bliss.

“I’m close,” Soobin confesses soon enough.

“Fill me up,” you beg him, almost in a daze, deeply affected by his overpowering presence.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice and spills his seed inside of you. It feels so good that you cum with him, walls clenching around his enormous dick. Soobin leans down to kiss you, further blurring the lines between friendship and…whatever this is.

Then, he takes his cock out and you realize something far more terrifying than his intimidating size - you are falling in love with your best friend.

Soobin quickly brings a towel and a bottle of water, taking care of you like no one else before. You want to cry, touched by his sweetness and falling even further.

“How do you feel?” Soobin brushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I feel…like I'm on another planet,” you confess shakily.

Soobin chuckles, visibly relieved to hear that.

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs, enveloping you in a hug. His large frame towers over you and if it was anyone else, you’d probably feel slightly threatened. But this is Soobin, and even though he just fucked your brains out, you feel completely safe and protected. Safe enough to be honest about how you feel.

“I know I promised not to be weird about it but…I don’t think I can go back to being friends.”

Soobin pales for a moment, scared of losing you.

“Why not?” he blinks, barely restraining his tears.

“I wanna belong to you,” you try to ease his worries by openly saying what your heart and soul desire.

“Oh…But baby, you already do,” Soobin suddenly beams with excitement. “And I belong to you, too.”

“I think you killed me a little,” you laugh. “Killed my pussy with your big cock and ruined me for other men.”

Soobin raises an eyebrow.

“Bold of you to assume that I’d let other men near your pussy. You’re all mine now.”

The End

[shotmrmiller]

Ahhhh frothing at the mouth over ghost spotting you on a set. 

Adjusting the belt snugly around your waist, you position your hands and lower your head beneath the bar. Glancing down, you shift your feet until you find a stable, even stance. You point your chin to the ceiling and push— lifting the bar a couple of inches. 

Then put it back down. It’s heavy. Real heavy. Doable but you’ll need a spot. 

The shell of your ears prickle, and the increased blood flow to your muscles from the vasodilator in your pre-workout is giving you a pump. The time to push your limits is now.

Turning to look at your choices, you see him. He’s huge. Big biceps, wide strong back, and tree trunks for quads— wearing a half-face skull mask. Unapproachable. And the people currently in the gym are few. So it’s either him or the older folk lifting lightweight dumbbells.

As you approach, you patiently wait for him to complete his leg extension set. Catching his attention, you greet him with a friendly wave and a polite smile. He removes one of his headphones and looks at you expectantly.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, but uh— could you spot me,” and point over your shoulder, “over at the squat rack?” 

He nods so you jog away, back to your machine, and go through the motions of prepping for your exercise. Tightening your belt, you regulate your breathing when suddenly two thick tatted arms encase you from over your shoulders and they grab onto your squat bar— before centering it on the hooks with a grunt. 

Your cheeks are on fire. That noise he just made is gonna haunt you in your dreams. Clapping your hands, you shake off your inappropriate thoughts and focus. Setting your feet under the bar, half squat under it and align the bar on your upper back. Gripping the bar as narrowly as possible, you widen your stance and lift. 

Standing as straight up as you can without locking your knees, you inhale and start to lower— your thighs are visibly shaking from the sheer weight of the bar. Once you reach the dip of your squat, you exhale and push off with a soft grunt. Then it feels like you stall— and at that, you feel his body heat close to your back— his large body spooning yours. You think about bailing when his massive hands wrap around your entire waist and push up slightly, giving you the little help you need.

As you get back up to the starting position, his hands continue to hold you steady as you step forward to re-rack the bar. You loosen the belt and hunch over, hands on your knees—letting out long, slow exhales. A gentle tap to your mid back grabs your attention and you look up to your spotter.

“I barely helped, that was all you, love,” he says with a deep baritone voice.

His voice alone makes you blush but his accent will be the reason your panties end up having a wet spot on them. Damn.

He raises his fist towards you to bump, and you tap your knuckles against his a little too eagerly. 

“Name’s Simon. If you ever need a spot again, just let me know. And if you’re hungry, I know this one breakfast place we can go to. My treat.” and you nod enthusiastically.

You wonder if telling him that you can cook him breakfast back at your place is too forward of you.

A/N: Im gonna write the other boys for this i NEED ALL OF EM AS MY SPOTTERS.

[mockerycrow]

okay, so something unsettling. with ghost x gn! reader. “don’t worry, it’s not my blood”. maybe you are ghost’s civilian friend in an abusive relationship and one day it reaches a point when you’re so scared you lock yourself in the bathroom while your s/o is raging outside the door, banging on it and threatening you. you manage to call simon and ask him to come get you. the result is, well, blood that is not his. 👁️👁️

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JUSTICE (Ghost x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[WARNINGS; HUGE warning for abuse and reactions to abuse (I had to take a break writing a part of this), murder, blood + gore + injury, major hurt/comfort, can be read as platonic or romantic.]

BEING ON LEAVE means Simon needs to restock his fridge and cabinets with enough food for a couple of days. Leaning against the bar of the shopping cart as he turns over the box of tea in his hands. He grumbles since he’s having to buy a new brand of his favorite tea, figuring out that his favorite company discontinued that line. Simon lets out a huff of defeat before tossing the box into the cart and he begins to roll his cart to the self check-out. 

Simon bags his items up into his reusable bags and hauls them out to his car, putting a bag down to dig around for his keys. He finds them and unlocks the back, putting his bags in—and then his phone begins to ring. His eyebrows furrow a bit as he takes his cell phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows raising as he shuts the back. Simon swipes at his screen, accepting the call and pressing the phone to his ear as he gets into the driver's seat of his vehicle. “Hello?” Simon asks into the phone, a bit confused on why you’re calling him.

His heart nearly drops to his stomach when he hears you sob into the receiver, a muffled static banging in the background and some unintelligible yelling. “Simon—“ Your tone is laced with intense fear and alertness, and he can immediately tell you’re in a state of a need to survive. He calls your name, not even bothering to buckle up, starting his car.

Simon calls your name more insistently, his tone bordering on panic. “What’s goin’ on, love??” His heart begins to pound as you sob a near incoherent “go away” to whoever is making you act like this. “Hey, hey hey—focus, sweetheart, what’s happening?” Simon insists, pulling out of the parking lot, already decidedly going to your place of residence.

You shudder and sob into the phone and clear your throat. “Please, Simon, pleaseplease hElp me, he’s—“ You let out a heartbreaking sob that makes Simon’s chest ache, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel harder. “Derek, he’s fuckin’—he’s trying to—“ You’re barely able to push the words out, and fuck, Simon is so glad you’re not too far from the store he was just at.

“He’s tryin’ t’hurt you, love?” Simon asks—it’s so obvious your partner is, but he needs to double check; have you confirm it. “Yes—he’s trying to break dOwn the door—leave me alONE—!” You scream, piercing his ear through the phone. Simon lets out a huff, his heart pounding against his rib cage. “I’m on my way, alright? I’m nearly there, I won’t let ‘im hurt ya, love.”

Simon is definitely going over the speed limit, weaving through traffic and his tires screeching in protest at his movements. You choke and cough, letting out a terrified weeping noise, barely able to breathe. A painful itch blooms underneath his skin, the sensation burning and bubbling, bursting at the seams. Simon was not allowed anyone’s blood to spill except his. Derek’s. 

“Breathe, alright? I’m on your street—do ya have anythin’ in the restroom to protect yourself with?” Simon asks, hearing you whimper as the muffled sounds of Derek’s maniacal screaming and pounding is apparent. “C’mon, sweetheart.  I know you’re scared, I know, but you’ve got to stay with me.” Simon insists, and you make a timid “mhm” noise. There’s a shuffling sound, and he’s assuming you’re looking through your cabinets. Simon soon rolls up to your home, and he barely puts the car in park, not even bothering to turn the vehicle off.

“I’m here, darlin’. I’m here. Stay as far away from the door as possible.” And with that, he hangs up. You stutter out his name in fear, but you quickly hear your partner—soon to be ex—Derek redirects his anger from you to Simon, who you hear bellow out Derek’s name. Something about Simon’s tone is.. eerie. Something about how Derek begins to yell and gasp and fucking scream is satisfying.

You cover your ears, curled up in the corner of your bathroom, heaving and sobbing as your head is swimming. You’re dizzy from the lack of sufficient air entering your lungs. You aren’t sure how much time passes, but when you hear a gentle, muffled knock, you hold your breath. Simon calls your name from behind the door, causing you to scramble to your feet.

You sob softly and shakily unlock the door and you freeze at the sight of him—there’s blood splattered across his face, dripping down his neck, caking his hair and his clothes. You nearly scream but Simon quickly holds his hands up, his tone gentle. “Don’t worry, it’s not my blood. I’m alright, love.” The relief that floods you is crashing like waves, just like how you collapse into his arms.

Simon cringes just a bit, Derek’s blood smearing against you and staining your clothes, but your desperate sobs and grabby hands make him forget about the mess. Simon quickly wraps his arms around you and leads you deeper into the bathroom, making sure you don’t see the mangled and unrecognizable body of your ex-boyfriend laying in the hallway, in a puddle of his own blood, organs, and excrement.

[kcrossvine-art]

Hey folks! Itsssssssssssss timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for another dungeon meshi cooking time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isnt that neat.

Its weird to think how long its gonna be before season 2 of the anime drops. Anyway go read the manga i promise you wont regret it. This ones from senshis lil garden on legs-

Today we'll be making Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch?” YOU MIGHT ASKIts vegetables, vegetable wauter, and not Much else! Knife is there too.

Head of cabbage

4 carrots

3 potatoes

2 onions

2 turnips

Thick slice bacon

Butter

Seasoned rice vinegar

I lied theres pork did you fall for it did u catch it.

AND, “what does Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKSon, have you ever eaten a vegetabel

Broth is surprisingly flavorful considering the limited spices and short cooktime

Potatoes are perfect texture for dipping

Cabbage absorbed a lot of the juices!!!

Was more impressed by the salad part of the meal-

The turnips need to be sliced enough to Barely see through, and the carrots julienned thin enough to be almost peels

And its this wonderful vegetable confetti tasteful in its simple pleasure

Rice vinegar of any kind will work, seasoned rice vinegar is just what i had

Salt both parts of the meal generously

In the future i wouldve shredded or cut the cabbage much smaller. We'll talk more on that later. Its also intentionally barebones with spices and oils, me using butter and rice vinegar is even pushing the limits of show accurate because in the show they used plain olive oil.

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From idea to execution, this was a very quick recipe. For starters, nothing gets cooked all that long (the water spends more time empty than it does ingredient'ed) and for lasters nothing gets cut all that much. It was tricky finding good sources for stewing a whole cabbage because most recipes call for either shredding or at least chopping smaller. And they do this for a reason. Its unwieldy trying to eat a whole half of cabbage, you never quite know when to start or where to start. Do you bite chunks out? Peel leaves? Spear it with other things? I dont know. I still dont. Im not a huge raw cabbage fan and it wasnt raw, but it wasnt transformed much either. Minimalist. 

This was a feast in the show and i bet that the freshness of the veggies were a factor, considering they were plucked fresh off the living rock guys. I wouldve killed to be able to brown the onions, roast the carrots, or maybe cube the potatoes (though the consistency was perfect for forking and dipping them in butter so! Bonuses.)

Oven roast bacon is a beloved treet for me. It seemed to absorb some of the vegetable broth and vice versa with the broth absorbing the oils from the bacon, which enhanced all the flavors. Maybe in the future itd be nice to try cooking the bacon a bit ahead, and then adding it to the pot while everythings boiling? Also adding a spritz of lemon juice to either/both is always nice!

I give this recipe a solid 7/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) for its simplicity. With modifications like shredding the cabbage and more seasonings, it could become an easy 10/10. hit that like and subscribe or kill me

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Ingredients:

Head of cabbage

4 carrots

3 russet potatoe

2 white onions

2 turnips

10 slices of thick slice bacon

Butter

Seasoned Rice vinegar

Stew Method:

Preheat your oven to 400f. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil and place a baking rack on top (alternatively you can use a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper and no baking rack. but the baking rack lets the air circulate better and the grease drip off!)

Cook your bacon for about 18 minutes or until crisp. Flip halfway through.

Chop your carrots, peel and slice your potatos in half, and slice your onions into rings.

Get a large pot with a tight fitting lid, add water, salt, your carrots, your potato pieces, and your onions. Cover and heat to a low boil.

Cut the cabbage head in half down the middle. Once the pot is boiling, carefully add your cabbage to the pot and arrange the halves so theyre fully covered.

Cover and cook for about 13 minutes, the cabbage should be slightly crisp but have give to them. 

Remove from heat and laddle contents into a bowl, arrange some of your bacon along the sides so the fat and the broth mix :) salt and pepper to taste. And get a little saucer for butter so you can dip the potato pieces and/or coat the cabbage pieces.

Salad Method:

Peel your carrots and turnips. Cut off the ends of both. Julienne your carrots, and thinly slice your turnips.

Add your carrot greens (or your chosen leaf filler) to a bowl, then add your carrots and turnips.

Coat with seasoned rice vinegar, salt, and pepper. Thoroughly mix and enjoy :) 

[st-hedge]

I said a while ago that for totk’s one anniversary I would write a weird little review of the game in which I throw roses at it while simultaneously slandering it. So I made an attempt which is very abbreviated

Disclaimer: I’m not telling u how u should feel about totk or what’s the right way to feel about it, I’m just trying to make sense of why the game frustrates me and putting it into words. It’s completely fine if u disagree with me, I’m not pitching an argument but just putting words on paper

Totk is one of the best games I’ve ever had the opportunity to play. The mechanics, the music, the designs, the revised world of hyrule, makes me want to curl up on the floor and cry. It is stunning and done with so much love. Where botw had lacked, totk has improved and gone above and beyond. It had frustrated me that botw only allowed us to explore the ground surface, but botw was an exploration into open world games which allowed for totk to happen. The caves, the boats, the islands, and the depths add so much to already such a vast world. I only wish there was also diving but beggars can’t be choosers beh

Although it still doesn’t make too much sense to me why all weapons are suddenly corrupted, I do love the new weapons system. I love how it gives more variety to explore. Materials which previously sat unused in the inventory are now key and nothing feels like a waste to collect. Even rupees have found another use. I’m not the biggest fan of the zonai devices but the addition feels like a love letter to the creativity of the fan base and it feels at place. They help to traverse an otherwise huge and intimidating world. But at times I feel like they give too much leverage and break down too many boundaries and leave little to solve and explore. What im basically saying is fuck the rockets.

I feel that totk doesn’t have enough progress boundaries that make u pause and explore what u have at hand. I found myself just pushing and pushing, forgetting and leaving behind areas I barely touched. It felt too easy getting into the sky and returning to the islands and they lost some of their mystery to me. I think this would have been a great opportunity to reintroduce the loftwings from skyward sword. I’ve talked before about how much this would make sense for totk. The loftwings could be a means to cross boundaries and explore new territories, but it takes time to catch and tame one as a companion. But like horses they should have their limits, presenting new boundaries u need to overcome again

Where the totk’s hyrule begins to confuse and disappoint me goes hand in hand with my main issue (confusion?) with the game. Although botw felt incomplete (the world was a little sparse and one dimensional), the story was comprehensive and clear. Meanwhile, totk has a complete and lively world but it doesn’t have a story to carry

Totk’s story doesn’t have an identity I can grasp and understand. It’s like it doesn’t know what it wants to tell the player, what story it wants to direct them to. On one hand, it seems to want us to know about the origins of hyrule and the mysterious landmarks and characters that are permanent fixtures in this world (castle, ruins, dragons) but at the same time it suddenly wants to do a retelling of OoT and about the sages and these secret stones. But the game never completes any of these stories. Maybe it wants to tell us these stories through the environment, but there is just not enough embedded into the world to grasp and tie together into a narrative. Which is ironic considering how big the world is

We begin to be told the story of the dragons, we suddenly understand how they came to be (the secret stones). But we are never told about the events of their creation (an act of desperation, like Zelda’s) and we are never close to understanding them. Then we are told about the sages, but meeting them tells us nothing new. No new cutscenes, no new items or lore directly related to them. The new sages are found, but didn’t we just discover the divine beasts with them? Suddenly another layer of importance is added to them which makes the ties between legacy and the current sages muddier. I wish there had been focus on them creating their own legacy instead

I think totk could’ve had a very interesting story to tell if it chose what it wants to focus on. Maybe the secret stones were introduced just as a way for Zelda to become a dragon? I dunno

There are so many new places that feel like fantastic opportunities for moments of pause and to uncover lore, unearth memories. But instead they’re brisk puzzles or empty sites. Like the graveyard underneath the desert, the forge islands, the factories, and the fucking poe statues. Tell me as much as u want that I can’t read environmental story telling, but I’ll just keep saying there’s nothing to read into cuz the game doesn’t know what it wants to say. There’s no thread to follow in the way there was with, for example, the graveyard at the spirit temple in OoT. We could’ve been just left with a strange well and a graveyard and told to figure it out, but a thread is laid down that these are the skeletons in the royal family’s closet.

Totk does have amazing moments, like Zelda meeting her ancestors and giving up her identity to become a living legend to revive the master sword, the discovery of the ancient temples, the story of the zonai and their origins. But these are just pieces with many loose ends around them that go nowhere. Even Ganon is left as a loose end where there was so much opportunity to say something worth saying. He seems comically evil with bogstandard bah I want to rule the world lines. If u want to make a case for evil for the sake of evil, u can at least show me a character repeatedly making horrible choices which lead them to the current predicament. Just like totk’s hyrule, he is lovingly designed but he tells absolutely no story

If the reason behind the lack of story is that the devs/writers wanted us to make our own story out of this, then I think this is a case where it was a poor choice. The fans can make theories, hcs, pick up pieces and make AUs, but we also love the stories told by the games and it’s what inspires us to uncover more stories (hey wanna talk about tp and why we hear Malon’s song at night, or what’s up with the empty desert)

I’d love to see totk from the perspective of someone who had never played or known botw. Did it really help to remove any traces of sheikah tech besides the labs and the guardian limbs in the towers. Although the zonai devices and the sheikah tech are from different time periods, totk was a perfect opportunity to marry the two elements together. The shrines and the divine beasts could’ve collapsed into the depths, but instead they have just vanished like erased history

Totk’s story doesn’t have an identity in the same way botw’s does. Even though botw’s hyrule was much smaller and emptier, we found stories there cuz we knew what that game was trying to tell us. If totk is about making sacrifices, then this message feels obsolete by the end. U should make sacrifices, but u will only be happy again if it all goes back to exactly how it was before

As happy and sweet the ending is, it made all the worry and sadness I felt seem pointless cuz of course everything would reset back to the norm cuz how else would this game have a happy ending. What was there to worry about. Yeah so what that Zelda became a dragon losing herself, she was just asleep the entire time and effortlessly she becomes her normal self. So what that link lost his sword arm, of course he would miraculously get it back even though it took him 100 years to recover from a mortal wound. No trace of the things they withstood and lost, no mark, nothing.

I loved the final battle and spectacle of the dragons struggling against each other in the sky. The battle went from the deepest depths to the highest reaches of the sky and I thought it was perfect. But once again how the story concluded and the logic behind it me made me feel like I was chewing on sand and the idyllic ending just made me look about in confusion

TLDR; totk is an amazing game with a stunning world that lacks a comprehensive story to tell

I hoped that I would get a better understanding why I’m so frustrated by totk, but instead I just feel even more confused by it and I think that’s just how I’ll have to leave it

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ Dollies 63 Days of Summer Glow up!! Day 1 > Prep 🎀☀️🐬

Hii Dolls!! 🎀 Welcome 2 my newest series of my 2 month long summer glow up process its pretty self explanatory but im gonna be documenting my 2 month long summer glow up process 2 just be a better me!! enjoy!! ☀️

DISCLAIMER!! ; i will censoring and dancing around certain topics just bc ik they can be triggering to some folk that have issues so cw; vauge mentions of w3!ght!! 💗

Stage 1 : Health! ☀️

It always important to keep up with ur health obvii 2 maintain good balance in life! ☀️

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Diet!! 🍏

Now diet wise i already do have a pretty balanced and healthy diet to begin with so i won’t have to that much work on my diet but i definitely wanna make small improvements!!🎀

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Diet Goals!! 🍋

incorporate different from my usual ones fruits!!

expand my palate (chronic picky eater)

making more meals that are still healthy & tasty but not repetitive!!

not skipping my meals!!

cutting out all meats except fish!!

push myself to like cucumbers

get back into drinking more fruit water!!

stop eating so much cheese!

knowing my limit when eating!

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Exercise !! 🧘‍♀️

Doing more exercise is definitely a huge one for me because there was a point where i did it daily but then i stopped bc i feel into a rut but then i started again but only once a month so im trying to get back into daily exercise!!

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Fitness Goals!! 🧘‍♀️

workout more than once a month!

do more yoga + cardio + home pilates

use exercise to make me healthier & happier

lose w*ight i won’t disclose how much i want to loose and how much i wanna be bc that’s personal 2 me !!

feeling comfortable in my body + build discipline

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Oral Health !! 🪥

I Will say i did recently update my oral hygiene routine bc i got braces so now i have to do more work but i definitely wanna still add things to it!!

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Oral Health Goals !! 🦷

consistently floss in the morning as well as night

buy a tongue scraper

get an electric toothbrush

start oil pulling

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Mental Health !! ☀️

I Sooo wanna improve some thing in my mental health bc obviously its super important to not only take care of my physical health but my mental health!! 🎀

𐙚 𓈒 ݁ ₊ Mental Health Goals !! 🧁

get back into journaling

get back into meditation

step out of my comfort zone

build more confidence in social settings!

replace most phone time with reading time

spend more time outside

prioritizing rest more

not being to hard on myself

celebrating all my wins and accomplishments no matter how big or small!

Stage2 ೀ⋆ : Hygiene!

I Already have a pretty solid skincare routine to begin with but honestly i just wanna improve to it and add more to it ! 🎀

Skincare ୭₊˚ ! 🎀

For my Skincare routine i already have my products and my basics but honestly i wanna stater using different products to better help my skin!!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Skincare Goals ! ⭐️

ice rolling

gua-sha

jade rolling

bi weekly dermaplaing

weekly face mask

facial steaming

facial cleansing brush

use more Korean & Japanese products (Japanese products are literally the best)

Body-care ୭₊˚ ⭐️

Another section where i wanna make improvement i already exfoliate,hair removal sometimes and i use my antibacterial soap and my body washes but theres a bunch of things i wanna incorporate!! 💗

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Bodycare Goals ! 🐬

start dry brushing

exfoliate weekly

shave or epilating more often (my own choice bc honestly i don’t like the feeling of body hair

use my glycolic acid more routinely

buy more sweet smelling body products

find a signature scent

use body oil + body butter + body glitter

using an African exfoliating net instead of a rag

Haircare ୭₊˚ ! 💗

For my Hair care i definitely wanna make room for improvement i mainly detangle every day with just some water or style depending on if i need/want to or not and i oil my scalp!!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 Haircare Goals ! 🐬

Grow it out more with the Help of Indian Amla Oil (some said it stinks but if it helps)

Learn More Hair Styles

Use Rice Water

castor oil

Scalp Massage More Often

Hair Masque Bi-Weekly

Trim Split Ends

Deep Conditioning On a Wash Day

Nailcare ! ୭₊˚ ⭐️

use more cuticle oil

professional manipedis bi weekly!

soak my feet with foot salts more

develop my own at home nail care routine

Facials!!🎀

buy new daily vitamins!!

keep my hair professionally done!!

use my primuce stone more

buy more lipgloss + vaseline lip care

Stage 3 ೀ⋆ Makeup + Jewelry + Fashion + Perfumes 🛍️ !!

I wanna learn how to do my makeup again so badly! and this time i have more tips so i can actually learn how to do it properly!! 🫧

Makeup Goals ୭₊˚ !

find the perfect soft glam dolly makeup

perfect my eyebrows

learn to glue down lashes

make the perfect base

learn to bronze and contour correctly

perfect the highlighter placement

get the perfect sun kissed summer doll makeup

again buy more lipgloss

Jewelry Goals ୭₊˚ ! ⭐️

i desperately have been needing new jewelry and for the longest and ive stupidly been wearing silver knowing i like gold better

buy bangels

get gold hoops

get a new nameplate

get more necklaces

get more rings

get anklets !!

Fashion Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🛍️

actually dress in clothes i genuinely like

dress for my body type

not toning down my dressing for random people

build confidence in my outfits

start sewing some of my outfits bc i can

make crochet pieces for the beach

buy tons of cute clothes!!

make more inspo boards !!

Stage 4 ; Posture,Eloquence + Mannerism + Photogenic 🎀🍰

Definitely a Big one for me i wanna fix my posture and definitely speak up more in public bc im a little shy 🙈🎀!

Posture Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🫧

fix my back posture

learn to again regulate my nervous sustem and relax my shoulders

be more fluid in my movements!!

walking with my head up

Eloquence Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🛁

speaking louder in public so people can actually hear me

speaking clearly with confidence

controlling my facial expressions more

smiling more!! 😁

Mannerism Goals + Body Language ୭₊˚ ! 🛍️

I tend to tone down my natrual mannerisms ALOT when im out in public and honestly im tried of not being my true self in public and i let the opinions of those around me influence me into toning it down

be more animated as i am at home in public

walk the way i want to!!

practice princess mannerisms with my own little spin🤭

walk around like a princess bc im literally a princess

Extra Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🛍️

be more photogenic

learn how to pose

be more videogenic

walk around like i won the place (4 the confidence esque of it

Stage 5: Mindset!!🎀⭐️

The Final Stage!!🎀: where ill be implementing so mindsets of some my favs and learn how to express myself in my environment bc honestly it sucks not being able to be myself around my family ⭐️

Mindset Goals ୭₊˚ ! 🐬

knowing my worth

not letting outside opinions dictate my life

unapologetically being myself around my family

reminding my self that people opinions don’t matter

always have a one track mind with all my goals!!

again not being too hard on myself!

Thank you all so much 4 reading i can’t wait till start documenting my journey with you guys!!🎀⭐️ XO,Dolly!!

[lycanstonebutch]

I wish more ppl spoke about the fact that submissive bottoms can rape their tops

Im tired of anti-kink/swerfs/terfs framing dominants and tops as the sole perpetrators of abuse when frequently tops get sexually assaulted by their bottoms or doms get assaulted by their submissives

I am a switch top, i was dominating and topping my ex girlfriend when she repeatedly raped me in the course of a week by coercing me and forcing me to keep going past limits or pining me and riding me even after i begged her to stop because i was too tired and my body hurt

I am so tired of being overlooked and disregarded as a victim solely on the inaccurate basis that all dominants willing to dish out hard kinks are abusers and all submissives are poor frail victims

I am a hypermasculine dominant stone butch lesbian with hard kinks,

I was raped by my ex girlfriend who identified as a Femme lesbian, a total bottom, and a submissive

Whether we engaged in kink or not would not have saved me

We could of hsd the most vanilla sex ever and she would have found a way to push me past limits and break my boundaries for her greedy ass pleasure

Rapists will rape.

Whether vanilla or kinky it does not matter, being anti-kink will not save you.

I actually feel safer within the kink community at large due to the huge emphasis in the general community on consent and even agreements, scene set ups, contracts, and big discussions on aftercare.

Just like in any spaces, there will be awful ppl who do bad things

But at large, the kink community is one of respect and consent and has allowed me to heal and understand my limits and desires better and feel more confident advocating for myself and making sure to educate and inform people around me so they can have safe sane and consensual sex

[shypen]

ㅤ — ༿ີ۪۪  ͏ ͏ 𝓫e quiet. ⠀⠀𓋜‎ 𝓢JY

𝓼ypnosis . when you wanna go on a movie date with him, he agrees, but can’t find two seats seated together. he buys one seat without you knowing, hoping you’d sit on his lap during the movie. ✧‎ ‎ ㅤ 𝓰enre . smut 3.4k

𝓬ontains . lap sitting, public sex, sucking, cockwarming, riding, petnames, unprotected (im sorry) ++

𝓹airings . horny!jake x female!reader

req status . taking rqs!!

MINORS DNI

note . reminder everything here is FICTIONAL, meaning NOTHING HERE IS REAL!! these things never happened. | yes some things here are references to some fanfics i read WHAT ABOUT IT!!! moving on. working on this was so much fun i hope you like it!! this is the most words ive ever written and my second smut

© shypen 2024. do not copy, plagiarize or repost.

“shoot,” jake murmurs under his breath as he stares down at the employee. he lets out a frustrated groan before sucking it up. “it’s okay, we’ll just take one ticket,” he sighs, angrily snatching the ticket from the poor staff’s hand. “here,” he speaks through gritted teeth, handing the worker their money for the ticket.

well, the cinema is spacious; with enough room for people to move around without feeling crowded, but the amount of chairs are sadly limited. there unfortunately aren’t any two seats next to each other for the both of you.

thats when the lightbulb went off in jake’s head.

was it wrong? yes. but he cant just let all the information he got from pornwatching go to waste.

he walks over to you and grabs your hand without saying a word, pulling you away from the snack line, hiding his smile as you two head to the room where the movie is screening. “what’s wrong??” you mutter, noticing his strange behaviour. he drags you to the seat he bought, letting go of your hand. he plops down onto the singular seat, patting his lap. “wait wh—” you barely manage to let out your sentence before he holds your wrist and pulls you onto his lap.

“jake, what are you doing..” you mumble as he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your head rests on his shoulder and your back is pressed against his chest. “there was only one seat available,” he explains, avoiding eye contact. “the movie’s starting.”

you place your full attention on the huge projector in front of you as the movie begins to play. that’s until jake repositions himself and you can finally feel what he was hiding from you. not so hidden now, huh, jake sim?

“h—hey-” you stammer as you feel his hardness through your clothed clit, catching you off guard. he smirks at you. “what’s wrong?” he pouts mockingly, tightening his grasp on your waist so you’re unable to go anywhere. “focus on the movie,” he demands, his eyes glancing back at the screen. but you cant focus— not when you can feel his bulge through your thin skirt. and oh boy was it making you wet already, but this is a public setting, sadly.

guess jake must’ve noticed. he looks back at you. “soaking wet already hm?” he says in a hushed tone, careful so no one could hear. “be grateful we’re sitting at the back,” he smiles as his hand travels to caress your thigh, then moving to your inner thigh. “jake— we’re gonna get caught..” you express your concerns as he gets dangerously close to your clothed core. “you’re right, so stay quiet for me, will ya?” he asks, hand going under your skirt and lowering your panties ‘til it’s fully off.

“shoot—” you wince as he removes your panties, especially because now his hardness can be felt even more, and it’s driving you insane. he barely wastes any time in gently pushing you slightly off of him so he can remove his gray sweatpants, revealing his oh so large cock, and you can already spot precum dripping down. he immediately drags you back onto his lap, giving you no time to react or adjust before making his cock slip into you. you would’ve moaned out so loud if it wasn’t for him generously placing his thumb in your mouth. “suck on it,” he orders, signaling to suck on his thumb. you nod, simply obeying him as he groaned, loud enough for you to hear, and thankfully not loud enough for others to hear.

“you’re already so tight baby,” he silently moans as he places his thumb slightly deeper into your mouth. you’re more confused than ever at the moment; seeing this side of your boyfriend honestly is so thrilling, but here? now? you try to fight off the urge to ride him, considering basically everyone could notice, but they thankfully don’t. you reposition yourself slightly so it’d be more comfortable, but you stop when you feel his cock twitch inside you. you suck on his thumb more to keep yourself from whimpering. “mfh shoot.. stop moving,” he whispers in a hushed tone, his australian accent strong. his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you comply to his request, almost immediately freezing on his lap.

“so obedient.. such a good girl,” you hear him mutter, and you clench around him. if it weren’t for your baggy, oversized t-shirt you two would’ve been caught by now. him calling you a good girl only makes you more impatient.

whatever, if you grind your hips forward slightly, would he notice? he’s too focused on the movie, right?

so you do just that. you close your eyes shut as you do, staying quiet becoming your main challenge today.

whew, he didn’t notice.

or atleast you think.

his warm and slim hand wraps around your throat, and you can feel his breath near the nape of your neck.

shoot.

“needy, are we?” he chuckles lowly, moving his hand from your neck to your waist. one of his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back and forth on his cock, and you shiver. your whimper gets cut off by you sucking on his thumb again, feeling more thankful than ever that it was there. he lifts you up ‘til nothing but the tip was left inside of you, then lets go of you so you slip in his cock. your gasp gets interrupted by jake turning your head slightly, removing his thumb from your mouth and slamming his lips on yours, not warning you as he sneaks his tongue in your mouth. his lips moving with your rhythmically makes your head spin. he swallows your moans for you.

unfortunately the ethereal moment that left you breathless had to stop when jake pulls away. “so annoyingly noisy,” he sighs, voice husky and deep. he brings his thumb that you sucked and licked to his mouth and licks it, tasting you as he does. you hear a muffled mffh from him when he sucks on his thumb. he pulls his thumb away, then puts two hands on your waist. he taps your waist twice, giving you permission to finally ride him, and you hide your smile.

before you could even move he holds you still as he thrusts up into you, causing you to react by biting down on your lip, holding in your sounds. gulping, you decide to speak up. “j-jake—” you stutter, attempting to protest, but he groans in your ear before you had a chance to say anything more. “shoot, baby.. say my name again..”

that petname again..

you obediently obey and you mutter out his name, causing him to let out a soft moan. he starts to thrust into you again, but slowly and sensually. that doesn’t last long though, the first second he’s taking his time and the next he’s thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace. sloppy but surprisingly quiet slapping sounds can be heard. if it wasn’t for the movie volume, you two would’ve got caught by now.

you react to his thrusts with soft ‘hmph hmph hmph’ sounds, clenching around him more. “mmhf you’re— shoot.. so tight baby,” he gasps, his heavy aussie accent slipping out. his stupidly huge cock and groans are making is increasingly difficult to stay silent for so long. without giving you time to think, he goes as fast as he can, his cock slipping in and out of you in an incredibly rapid pace, causing you to throw your head back and let out a deep but quiet moan.

you roll your hips a little to feel more of him and oh goodness did it work. you felt his cock vein against your walls once you did that, causing you to do it again, and again.

“ngh— jake pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you whisper his name and the word ‘please’ repeatedly, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you again.

you and jake’s breathing are uneven and heavy, and there’s no denying you were close. by the looks of it, jake is too; the way he’s biting his lip, eyes closed shut in pleasure. “jake..” you say, the mention of his name again driving him absolutely insane. “i’m c-close..” you tell him, and he nods. “cum with me, okay?”

he removes one hand from your waist so he can place his thumb in your pretty little mouth again, something for you to suck on to distract yourself as you release all over his throbbing cock.

and you did exactly that along with jake cumming the same time as you. the pleasure makes you let out a muffled moan as your tongue caresses his thumb. you hear him let out a pleasured sigh from behind you. “mfh you feel so good, baby..” you hear him saying. you try to get off his cock but he tightens his grasp on your waist. “you’re not going anywhere after all of that,” he says, and you notice a smile in his voice.

“stay like this for the entire movie. can you do that for me, baby?” he adds, getting closer to your neck. “yes..” you reply, voice trembling from his cock stretching you out.

a hushed “good girl,” comes out from his soft lips. he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. “taste so good,” he groans in your ear, licking and sucking on your neck.

he bites down on a sensitive spot on your neck, and a soft gasp escapes your lips, biting down on your lower lip. he soothes the pain by licking the bite. you wanna protest but your afraid if you stop biting on your lip that you’d let out another moan, you can’t risk that happening, but with what jake is doing, it’s gonna be hard to stay quiet.

“you’re doing so well for me baby.. ‘movie’s almost done,” he praises, and you can feel your cheeks grow warm. he sneaks his slim hand under your shirt and the coldness of his hands catch you off guard. with his other hand, he plays with your bra strap. your bra falls from your chest and almost immediately, he wraps his hands around your tits, cupping them. he kneads your supple skin before placing two fingers around your nipples, rolling them gently. a soft moan escapes your mouth.

you let out a sigh of relief when you spot the credits roll on the projector. “jake.. the movie’s over,” you inform him, but he sighs, frustrated. “fine,” he reluctantly groans, giving you permission to get off of him. you nod and stand up, getting off of his cock with a pop sound. he helps you put your panties and bra on, and in return you help him pull up his sweatpants.

“i’m gonna go to the restroom real quick,” you mutter, voice slightly quivering. “k” is all jake responds with and you immediately sprint off to the bathroom, only to regain your composure from what happened. theres a long hallway and then a turn at the end to go to the bathroom, and as you’re about to turn, you feel long fingers grab your wrist.

before you could react, the person traps you against a wall, your chest against the wall. by the hands? it’s jake.

“what are you doing..?” you mumble, and you hear him scoff behind you. “do you know how upsetting it was to stop you from screaming my name the entire movie?” he pushes you against the wall more, grabbing your waist as he does. “dumb cocksleeve..” he faces you to the direction of the bathroom and opens the door with one hand, instantly pulling you two in a stall, trapping you against the stall door. he barely gives you a chance to react before hardly pressing his lips into yours, his hands working on sliding down your miniskirt.

you immediately sink into the kiss, too absorbed to see that his hands have already slid down your skirt and are attempting to pull down your panties. he successfully removes them and pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two before it breaks. he glances down at his sweatpants and he starts to pull them down, and you can already see his hardness. he swiftly removes both his pants and underwear, stepping back a bit as his cock springs out. “suck on it,” he whines. “please.” his desperation creates a familiar wetness pool in your panties. you immediately nod, using the extra space he made for you to get on your knees.

you spread your mouth open and let him insert himself into it, and goodness did it taste good. you wrap your lips around his tip and start to move up and down slowly, sucking on his cock a little, making him let out a loud groan. you pull away to lick on his cock, licking a vein. he moans and grabs your hair, making you lick on his vein with more pressure. “baby,” he sighs in pleasure as you stop licking his vein and start to suck on his cock, moving up and down slowly, trying to get used to his size.

he grips your hand and positions it on the bottom of his cock, hinting at you to rub. you take the signal and start to pump his cock as you simultaneously suck on it, increasing your pace. you can already taste precum leaking from his tip, the taste so incredibly intoxicating. you whimper against his cock, sending vibrations through his body. he shudders in response. you can hear his small pants as you continue to devour his cock. words are coiled at jake’s throat, coming out as desperate whimpers, craving for more.

jake’s breath hitches as he starts to feel his release coming closer, and he brings his hand to yours, guiding you to help jerk him off faster. naturally, you suck him faster to, and that was enough to get him to cum inside your mouth with a groan, a wave of pleasure washing over him. “swallow,” he grunts, panting heavily as he attempts to recover from the situation.

he shuts his eyes closed to gain his composure only to flutter his eyes back open so he can catch the beautiful glimpse of you swallowing his cum, almost pathetically whining at the sight; your tongue licking your lips for more of his taste, shoot, it makes him go crazy.

you gaze up at him, eyes filled with silent pleads as you do, an immediate invite for him to completely ruin you. he smirks at you and extends his hand to help you stand up. one minute you were standing up, the next you’re pinned against the stall walls by your boyfriend, undressing you impatiently.

he successfully takes the last piece off of you, (your panties), leaving you in only your oversized shirt. he lets out a silent moan. “look so perfect,” he mutters under his breath as he throws your piece of cloth on the ground. his pants are still down, and so he wastes no time in lifting his cock up to your already so wet hole, dragging his slightly leaking tip up and down your slit slowly. “so wet for me already..”

“j-jake—” you choke out, feeling the stretch from just the head of his length. “what’s wrong baby?” he mocks teasingly, almost immediately thrusting fast and deep into you with no warnings. your lips quiver as you cry out his name followed by a whimper, eyes closing shut as you try to adjust. jake caresses your cheek before kissing it, giving you time to get used to the feeling.

he starts off slowly, giving you painfully slow but deep thrusts. jake’s impatience takes over however, harshly burying his whole cock inside you. his pace increases slightly, and both of your heavy pants fill the silence of the bathroom. “ugmf- jake..” you whine, feeling his veins around your walls. “so tight for me, baby..” he grunts, beginning to move faster. jake leans forward, his forehead resting on yours. you spot him licking his lips, hands traveling to your waist.

he pulls his cock out, gliding it across your wet slit, teasing you as you whine. “jake.. p-please..” you pathetically whimper, eyes half-lidded as you glance up at him, his eyes darkening as he sees you desperate beneath him. he thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your clit as he slams his whole length inside. you throw your head back, becoming an embarrassing moaning mess under him. “so tight for me,” he coos, voice trembling from how soft your walls feel around his cock. his low australian accent sends shivers down your spine. the pleasure, the moans coming from your mouth, the filthy squelching sounds from how wet you are only makes him groan from how satisfyingly dirty it is. if it wasn’t for his freakishly strong hands holding your waist your legs would’ve gave in.

your hands travel to his shoulders, squeezing his clothing each time he harshly thrusts into you. his eyebrows sexily furrow at the pleasure, a low grunt escaping his mouth. his thumb begins to rub sloppy circles on the side of your stomach, his head leaning in to slam his plump lips against yours. he groans into the kiss, the vibration going straight to your clit, making you wetter than you already were. you let out a gasp, and jake doesn’t waste the opportunity to intrude his tongue into your mouth. he plunges his cock in and out of your core, both of you becoming more vocal as the noises you two held back at the screening finally comes out in muffled moans against each other’s mouths. he pulls away to catch his breath, both of you unevenly panting as he pistons into your wet tightness mercilessly.

you feel the knot in your stomach tense and tighten with each thrust, your mind foggy and spinning from his big cock in you. “feel so—” he grunts, interrupting himself with a moan. “so good..” he speeds up, whimpers escape your lips without your control. you squeeze his shoulders tight ‘til your knuckles turn white, sure to leave marks but jake didn’t pay attention to it. rather he was more turned on by it, rutting his length into you deeper and faster. both of your pants grow heavier, his balls slapping your cheeks echoed a repeated clapping noise all around the bathroom. “ngh— jake.. shoot..” you whine, jake tightening his grip on your waist as a response. “that’s it.. let me hear you, baby..” he speaks, tone breathy and deep.

you bury your head in his chest, whining in satisfaction. you can hear his australian accent dripping off his moans as his tip reaches your cervix. your hips move with his, allowing his cock to reach places you never have with your fingers. the new angle only makes jake feel more aroused, thrusting into your tight hole repeatedly. your mouth gapes open at the feeling, feeling your second orgasm of the day get closer each time he pulls his cock in and out of you. “love my cock, yeah?” he grunts, his cock twitching inside of you. “s’ good.. m’ c-close..” you cry, fingers gently digging into his shoulders. “mmfh— me too, baby,” he groans, his hand circling the side of your stomach makes its way down to your clit, circling it instead. the sudden added pressure elicits a high moan from you, balling your hands into a fist and squeezing.

“j-jake..” you let out between pants, barely above a whisper. he doesn’t respond, simply inserting two fingers inside of you, a whimper escaping your mouth. “cum,” he commands, and you nod, lips trembling. he circles and thrusts you faster and you feel your mind starting to spin, a wave of pleasure washes over you as the knot in your stomach finally snaps. his cock pulses and twitches as he releases shortly after you, shooting his hot load into your tightness.

the next 30 seconds is pure silence, the only sounds being you and jake’s heavy pants. he breaks the silence, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your collarbones, murmuring tiny “are you okay?”’s against your skin, pouting. you nod and reach for his head, ruffling his hair. “lets go home,” he mutters.

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[fuckitupfelix]

hai… its me again BUT I HAVE ANOTHER SCENARIO IDEA ALSO IMMSORRY AHOUT MY OTHER ASK AUGHH IT WAS RIGHT IN UR RULES DUDE BUT BUT MY IDEA IS SCENARIO OF WHICHEVER HQ CHARACTER OF UR CHOOSING WITH AN S/O WHO HAS REALLY BAD MUSCLE STRAIN FROM PRACTISING VOLLEYBALL BUT REFUSE TO REST AND GAGAGAGA :3

DONT WORRY ABOUT IT BRO ITS ALL GOOD!!! IM GONNA COOK WITH THIS ONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT 🙏🙏 actually writing now hope this doesn't turn out bad..

hit it til it breaks...?

iwaizumi hajime x male reader

word count: 1k

iwaizumi's noticed that his boyfriend, seijoh's libero, hasn't been doing his best.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

iwaizumi has seen what pushing yourself past your limits can do to you. he's seen how oikawa always strived to be the best he could, sometimes pushing himself beyond exhaustion. it takes a huge toll on your body, so iwa promised himself he'd take care of himself, and it's not exactly a secret. he pushed everyone to do the same.

so it surprised iwaizumi when he noticed (name) acting different in the past few weeks. they were all very subtle changes; he would buy coffee in the morning more often, was a bit slower with receives, and a little more tired than he usually used to be.

he was pushing himself.

that's what iwaizumi thought initially. he's seen the signs in oikawa enough times to know the aftermath of straining yourself and making your body work overtime. he decides to wait a bit, see if (name) would mention anything by himself. he didn't.

"iwaaaa," (name) called, leaning over iwaizumi's desk. "can i borrow your homework answers?"

iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at that. "you didn't get time finish it last night?" he asked, pulling out the papers. he noticed his boyfriend's hesitation before he took the papers.

"nah, only got through half of it before i went to bed. my mom had me run errands after school. y'know, groceries 'n stuff." (name) said causally. he hunched over iwaizumi's desk to quickly write down the rest of his answers before passing the worksheets back to him. "thanks!"

"yeah, no problem. . . by the way—" but (name) had left before he could ask his question.

later that day, during practice, the team was doing a spiking drill. (name)'s receives were all flawless, but iwaizumi noticed the slight stiffness of his movements. how he grit his teeth for a spike that wasn't particularly hard to get. how his feet left the ground half a second too late. how his breathing grew ragged faster than usual.

'maybe im overthinking things,' and so he shook the thoughts away. he's used to having to deal with oikawa's bullshit. maybe its made him paranoid.

he went to spike, moving fluidly. the ball went a bit of a distance away from (name)'s direction— almost halfway across the court— but he still went for it. that's when it happened.

(name) reached, pushing himself to make contact with the ball, willing himself to. and he did. he sent it up nicely— a beautiful arc straight to the net. but his body had already exhausted itself. it was too much. his face contorted in pain as he felt his leg spasm. his body slammed against the floor, his shoulder connecting with the wood panels in an odd way. his body tumbled over itself like a ragdoll. (name) just laid there.

iwaizumi darted over to (name), eyes blown wide with panic. as gently as he could, he grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up. his grip was still tight.

"(name)? (name), are you okay?" he asked, sweat dripping from his forehead onto (name).

(name)'s eyes opened, face morphing into a frown. "yeah, shit. . . sorry," he mumbled. he tried to push himself to stand, but let out a sharp groan, falling back down to the floor.

the sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floors was faded as (name) and iwaizumi sat together in the club room. (name)'s leg was propped up on one of the chairs.

'how did this happen?'

sure, (name) was pushing himself more than usual, but that was because the inter-high preliminaries were right around the corner! he had to do his best so the team could go to nationals!

"hey." iwaizumi's voice drew (name) out of his thoughts. ". . . why didn't you stop?" he asked.

". . .what?"

"you were pushing yourself too hard, your body couldn't keep up, and now you can barely move your legs. why didn't you take a break?"

(name) tensed up at iwa's words. he frowned. "because i needed to do better. i needed more practice. i need to be better—"

"is this really better to you?" iwaizumi cut him off. (name) flinched at the volume. iwaizumi was pissed. "seriously, tell me. do you think pushing yourself this far helping anyone? we all need practice, but without breaks, you're doing more harm than good!"

"i know that!" (name) snaps. he glared down at the floor. his head was spinning and his legs were throbbing and he could feel his face grow hot, tears brimming in his eyes.

"i know it was stupid, i know i should have paid attention, i'm sorry. i just wanted us to do better! i wanted us to win." (name) managed. god, he knew he sounded pathetic, the way his throat closed up on him, making him sound all whiney. he rubbed the tears away with the back of his hands, his face scrunched up.

iwaizumi wasn't expecting that. he walks over, sitting next to his boyfriend. he wraps an arm around his shoulder, bringing (name) in to rest his head on his chest.

"hey, hey, it's okay," iwaizumi mumbled. he wasn't great at comforting people. he ran his hand along (name)'s back, rubbing circles. "c'mon. can you stand properly? i'm taking you home."

"what? come on, iwa, just give me a minute, i-i can make it for the rest of practice—"

"(name)." iwaizumi said sternly. "what you need is rest. you don't need to overexert your body anymore. and, you're banned from any type of practice until you get better." he adds.

"what?" (name) sputtered. "that's not fair!"

"of course it is, dumbass!" iwaizumi huffed, crossing his arms. "if you try to play volleyball injured, it'll get worse and take longer to heal. seriously. i don't like seeing you hurt," he adds, quieter that time.

a small smile grew on (name)'s face at that. "fine, but only cause i don't want you worrying," he chuckled. he leaned over to plant a small kiss on iwaizumi's cheek.

". . . okay, now help me up? please?"

AAAAJFHHH i hope that was okay (⁠>⁠▂⁠<��)!!! it was kind of angsty idk if you wanted that. . . lmk if i need to fix anything!!! requests are still open btw!!

divider by @/plutism !!

[faggotmox]

something wonderfully important has happened! my "wrestling dad" josh shepard got his book of wrestling erasure poems published & it is up for sale (either 10$ or "name a fair price"). this is incredibly important to me as im one of the first people to have gotten the privilege to read these poems as josh wrote them. josh is incredibly important to me as a friend, he is the guy who introduced me to wrestling & gave me a deep, unrestricted passion for it.

josh is so fucking talented, & creative. he is also my favorite poet, not just bc he's my friend. the book's flow is dedicated to the flow of a wrestling match, following all the hallmarks (the lock up, big heat, the comeback, ect) with the themes of his poems to create a match like narrative for the book.

there are like three specific poems in the batch that i want tattooed on me, a stone cold one, a mick foley one, & a briscoe brother's piece. the aj lee pipebomb poem moved me to actual tears, even when i read it now. the macho man poem abt being bipolar struck me so hard i rethought my own feeling on my mental health. josh pushes impressive themes of capitalism, mental health, poverty, & family theoughout many of his poems. i know ive got a few wrestling fans here, & if you're also into poetry please considered josh's work. or just if you want to support a friend of mine.

a cool way to support josh's work is by requesting it at your local library! even suggesting to bookstores that have poetry sections or interacting with the work thats already published. following/reposting josh's work for exposure also is great.

bruiser zine said this:

The second volume in the BRUISER Zines series, Cutting Promos is a collection of pro wrestling erasure poems by the Oklahoma City poet Josh Shepard. Printed and assembled in Baltimore, this limited edition zine collects 26 poems previously published in BRUISER, HAD, The Daily Drunk and many other fine publications.

After being laid off at the onset of the pandemic, Shepard found comfort and inspiration in the glow of professional wrestling and its performers—their violent struggles, fighting spirit, and electric language—and from their speeches and promos that have inspired wrestling fans across the globe he delivers Cutting Promos, a collection of erasures that echoes the personalities, pursuits and perseverance of pro wrestling’s greatest, standing as a testament to life lived during Hard Times and deliverance through them.

[ IN CASE YOU MISSED THE LINK ABOVE TO BUY JOSH'S BOOK ] [ JOSH'S TWITTER | INSTA | LINKTR.EE* ] *a lot of the links don't work bc the publications went under :( but there's still quiet a few up for free here

support my kayfabe father!!! i watched him turn his hard times into beautiful pieces. even in the beginning when he only had 3 or 4, before he even thought he could make the book i saw his passion for these pieces. i was there for every heart wrenching rejection letter & every hard earned spot. every time he was working late at the library sending me new ideas bc he couldn't watch dynamite. every single wrestling poem josh has written has now been published & that is a huge success. he puts in the work like a wrestler puts in the work in the ring. hard hitting, gritty, & beautiful.

[wormsin]

"Bruce’s protective control and Dick’s perfectionist caregiving are core dysfunctions for their characters" oh this is such a beautiful, and perfectly fitting, way of describing them that ive ever seen! and it's really interesting to note that, their dysfunctions are.. how do i say it, 'complement' the other's? giving a 'perfect' looping feedback?

like, bruce's protective control pushes dick's perfectionist self to work even harder--to achieve the impossible and essentially makes him more desperate to take care of bruce, and in return this pushes bruce's protectiveness to another whole new degree which then lead to his need to keep everything under his control become even worse. and that makes it harder for them to break from the cycle (am i making sense? i hope im making sense)

hold my beer, I'm using this as an excuse to write the Bruce & Dick enneagram meta in my head.

"He's so determined to prove he isn't like Master Bruce it scares me. In their own way they are so similar that I thank heaven for the differences." - Alfred Pennyworth Batman 1940 #438

I've mentioned before that I use enneagram typing to characterize Bruce and Dick. like all personality typing, it's unscientific bogus. (this one is sold as a business tool lol.) but i find the types compelling.

first of all, their types

Bruce is an 8, the challenger or protector. an 8's ego is attached to the idea of vengeance—destruction of self or others out of a sense of injustice. if the person has a huge ego, has a deluded perception of the world, it is tied to the idea of vengeance. their "holy idea" is truth, which is basically a core value and potential. their trap is justice, which they think is the right path, but it will actually keep them stuck in their bullshit.

[Dick calls Bruce out on going too far as he's breaking down after Jason's death. Batman 1940 #439]

an 8's deepest fear is being controlled, harmed, or violated. their base desire is to be influential, self sufficient and protect themself. their temptation is to think that they are self sufficient.

like, you see why I like this for Bruce.

Bruce saw his parents being murdered and his reaction to that trauma was to control himself and create a powerful alternate ego that gets vengeance on Gotham's criminals and protects the innocent.

[Bruce appealing to family court to take in Dick. Batman 1940 #439]

at his worst, Bruce is a control freak who doesn't let anyone help him and has a warped sense of justice. so much emotional armor.

[Bruce possessed by Antithesis and lashing out at Dick, which Dick correctly identifies as a fear reaction. Teen Titans Year One #3]

at his best, Bruce is a strong leader, is willing to do what is right even at personal cost, wants to protect and help others fairly, and strives to create a better world.

[Bruce creating a victims advocacy program. Batman 1940 #217]

tl;dr Bruce is driven by fear of loss and compensates by controlling his world and protecting himself and others.

Dick is a 2, the helper or giver. 2's ego fixation is flattery, pleasing and giving to others in order to be liked. their "holy idea" is freedom/will; there's several interpretations of this but for Dick I see it as wanting others and himself to be free of metaphorical shackles and to fly. the 2's trap is also freedom: from having personal needs and needing others.

2's fear is being unlovable and their base desire is to be loved unconditionally. their temptation is to deny their own needs and be manipulative.

[Dick hiding his sadness as he leaves Wayne Manor for college. Batman 1940 #217]

[Hugo Strange psychoanalyzing Dick's relationship to Bruce. Batman Gotham Knights #11]

Dick is constantly pushing himself to the limit to be the perfect hero and mentor, and wants to help others but doesn't accept help himself. he maintains an image of being the bringer of light. I think being raised as a performer made him associate doing well and making people happy with love and family; after losing his parents he searched for that unconditional love from Bruce, being a hero, and romantic partners.

at his worst, he's prideful, and both ignores his own needs and sacrifices himself for others in order to get those needs met.

[Dick killing himself to save people in nuclear-bombed Bludhaven and feeling good about it. Nightwing 996 #116]

at his best, he is compassionate, helpful, parental, and warms the hearts of others.

tl;dr Dick is driven by fear of not having love and family, and compensates by caring for others and being perfect.

[Dick having a nightmare during a month's long mental breakdown. Nightwing 1996 #117]

you are correct: Bruce and Dick's personalities complement each other at their best and worse.

at their worst, Bruce is emotionally withholding and pushes Dick away. this is out of need to protect himself; any emotional intimacy or love is a threat because what if they die? Dick interprets this as not being good enough for Bruce's praise or a place by his side, and tries to be better. no matter how far gone Bruce is, Dick has to be the exceptional one who stays and loves him. the fact that Dick always comes back to him and gets under his skin makes Bruce lash out or become more controlling. so the cycle continues!

"That's what eats away at you at night—not just that you're forever in his shadow—but that you love him. That you're the loyal son who has never been allowed to truly help—never permitted to save him from himself." - Hugo Strange, Batman Gotham Knights #10

at their best, Bruce uses his own traumatic experience and leadership to better Dick's life. Dick is a ray of light for him. their fears are eased in relation to each other, they both help others and improve their world.

[Alfred remembers Dick early in his Robin career. Batman 1940 #438]

I think they have a lot to learn from each other. but they can also be deeply stuck in this dysfunctional cycle because they can both hold onto their negative delusions.

"I love Bruce. He's my family. But I couldn't bring him out of the past... I was sacrificing my own future. I don't want that for you... Trust me, Tim. At some point... you have to set yourself free." - Dick, Batman Urban Legends #10. demonstrates a healthy Dick's relation to an unhealthy Bruce.

[jespardon]

Jes i will share my puppy sniper thoughts if u share yours (no pressure i just CANNOT shut up)

OKAY GUYS *cracks knuckles*

Let's talk about puppy sniper.

So let's start with our good old usual "stock" red sniper, ie the one i'm always drawing if i don't explicitly state otherwise.

So the puppy thing is both a kink and also kind of a "belief" i would say ? Not a lifestyle because it's not like Sniper is trotting around collared and referring to spy as a master or owner, but it's a position that comforts him, beyond getting him aroused. Being in the privacy of the van or a lost spot in the desert and observing the world through the eyes of a dog feels much easier than acting human, normal, somewhat acceptable to society. It helps his thoughts float better and it gives him hindsight on things.

I think he would have a fixation on leather objects and craft (hence my initial headcanon that he does cobbling) because the texture is a familiar one linked to positive emotions / experiences (both hunting/bushcrafting and the petplay). Of course he'd have a collar, and if he did i think it'd either be : 1.made by himself 2.offered by spy and thus, very high quality leather 3.bought by sniper from a reputable craftman, an authentic market or something along those lines. In any of those cases, a very unique (and thus irreplaceable) old, thoroughly worn collar. The leather fixation + puppy kink + cobbling hobby is an excellent combo for him to obsess over spy's shoes and lead to all sorts of fun shoe play 😊.

Okay now, how does it all work with (red) spy ?

I think of red spy as a prideful egotistical person (among many, many other things), so there's a thorough satisfaction in having an intimidating mercenary a whole head taller than him leashed and at his feet. I also imagine spy being much more at ease with his seductivity and queerness, his job and skills being a huge help in indulging your sexuality in the 1960's without being found out or prosecuted. Sniper, on his end, has grown up mostly in isolation until being thrusted in a violent hypermasculine environment. His already shaky social skills aren't helping him handle feeling attraction towards men. There's lotsa layers here but basically, he starts feeling attracted by the assertive, authoritative yet calm spy. Something about someone that can lead others, resolve situations through talking. Sniper is both envious of the ability and fascinated by it and spy picks up on it very quickly so of course he takes great joy in toying with it and trying to push sniper's fascination further, until of course it backfires by becoming mutual.

The relationship is super imbalanced for a long, long while; sniper is just in stupid gawking admiration at spy, while spy is only entertained by sniper's actions and seeking sexual gratification from it. Neither of them have any knowledge of "pet play" or "puppy kink" per se, but it's natural for sniper to place himself in that position where he views spy as an owner that has the obvious right to dictate him what to do, since he knows better, right ? It does take a while for Spy to figure out that oh, this is actually dog themed like, for real, which he again finds a lot of fun in pointing out to sniper to embarass him. But he does indulge in it and, begrudgingly, finds it pretty hot to have this desperate guy humping on him and whining, far from the theatrical sensual sex he's used to performing (in both senses of the word).

Sniper on his end is thrilled to have his "weird" behaviours found to be acceptable and even appealling to someone and feels (almost unwarranted) gratitude towards spy. There's a real eagerness to please and be found useful ! Praise words are his immediate weakness and, on the opposite, disappointment from spy terrifies him. He's real careful about touching and respecting boundaries, follows commands almost infaillibly to the point of embarassing himself in public if asked to (with some hard limits).

tldr

im normal about the psychology of puppy sniper

[rosekasa]

17, 18?

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

the thing with ml is that it's such a huge and diverse fandom that i feel like there's a HUGE amount of everything already 🥺 but hmmm. you know what. i think there is ALWAYS more room for alyanette, both platonic and romantic. all content i see of them is so uniquely sweet and cute

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

RELATED TO NO. 17!!! ALYANETTE!! i feel like it's really easy to reduce alya to the adrienette cheerleader in works, which like, yeah, she IS, but i really wish we saw more of what an INCREDIBLE friend she is. idk, maybe im biased because my best friend is literally my irl alya, but can we please appreciate that the only reason alya is 'pushy' is because she KNOWS how upset marinette gets by HER OWN anxieties getting in her way? alya literally pushes marinette because she WANTS marinette to chase after what she wants, she WANTS marinette to have confidence that she DESERVES the things she wants. and it's hard to see that pre-reveal since there are a lot of factors she still couldn't see, but what about mr pigeon 72, when alya was the one to realise that ladybug could quite literally do whatever her imagination allowed? that her only limit was herself? doesn't it say so much that ALYA was the one to so quickly realise that all marinette needed to do was believe in herself?

oh my god. i have so many feelings about alya. i will defend her with my life