#i really saw a sopping wet man and was like. i want that one

[jackdoohangf]

thinking abt how this was the thing that got me into f1 and made me a mick fan…..

[chilumi-shipper]

Dragonic Beings

Zhongli x Fem!Reader / Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Breeding Kink, Marathon Sex, They both have two cocks, Double Penetration, Overstimulation, Manhandling, Cunnilingus, Oral Giving, Neuvi is an ancient virgin

Summary: They fuck you in semi-dragon forms.

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Zhongli

You looked up at the man that was almost two times taller than you.

He was breathing heavily, his limbs glowed a bright golden color, and most notable of all, he was completely naked.

Actually...

That isn't the most notable thing here...

As you looked down, you saw two bulging hard cocks between his legs, both emitting that same glow that his limbs have.

The tips leaked with pre-cum, twitching as if asking to be touched.

You stood there in shock, and your husband could only look at you sheepishly. "...I'd understand if you refuse my request. You are human after all, my dear. I do not want to hurt you."

"N-No... no... I..." You took a step closer to him, looking up into his eyes. "Darling, you said that being in this form... would make you feel the most pleasure during our intercourse, correct?" He nodded at your question, looking away as if he's ashamed.

"Then..." You untied your robe, letting it fall to the ground to show off your body to him. "Use me all you want for your pleasure, dear."

He knew he had to control himself.

But still, he had you on your shared bed within a second, "I need you to be well lubricated, my dear." As he spoke, you noticed that his tongue was longer, had a slit in the middle and thinner than his human form.

Above you, he bared his tongue, gliding over the valley of your breasts before making his way down to your cunt, already pooling with wetness.

His tongue... it does wonders, and he probably knows that given the smirk you feel against your skin as he licks into you.

"Darling..." You mewed, toes curling when he took your clit into his hot mouth, sucking on your pussy earnestly while his tongue entered your hole.

Your hands itched to grab onto something, eventually ending up wrapped around his horns. He ate you out like a hungry man served a feast prepared by the gods' hands, and you held onto his horns, pushing and pulling to get him to prod at the sweet spots.

He pushed you to many many orgasms without a single break, and by the time he parted with your cunt, a string of cum still connecting his lips to yours, you were soaked and looking ready.

"Zhongli..." You parted your legs, letting him have a look at you sopping wet core. "It's your turn to pleasure yourself."

He locked eyes with you, his gaze piercing as his breath turns heavy. "Y/N, I need you to understand. When I start, it will be very hard for me to stop. I will use you until I'm fully satisfied and I've filled you up with my seed." You raised your hand to caress his cheek, smiling despite the seriousness of his tone. "And it may take more than just one round."

You brought his face down to give his lips a sweet kiss, "That sounds amazing..." You whispered, lighting a fire in his core as you gave him your full consent.

"You're gonna make me insane, darling." He sighs, knowing that no matter how he explains, you're not gonna pass up on this moment. "I truly may want to fuck you forever, you taste too divine..."

Your body perked up with excitement when he talked like that, it's something you don't hear from his often, but it really turned you on.

The tip of one of his cocks prods at your entrance, the other was left hanging between the both of you as he pushed in. A groan immediately left him when your walls clamped down.

He pushed until the whole thing was in, staying still to let you accommodate his length before slowly moving to caress your insides.

Your lover has two massive cocks, even just the one inside you already made you feel full, but you still couldn't help but look at the one between the both of you, left red and hard, precum still leaking from the tip, looking like it's about to burst.

"Ughh, darling..." His hand instinctively went to grab yours when it went to rub his neglected dick, but you don't stop, still caressing up and down, even occasionally rubbing the tip with your thumb and spreading the precum.

You tightened around him, catching his attention. "Fuck me, darling, please..." And so he does, from slow thrusts, he switched to a fast pace, starting to pound into you over and over.

Moans echoed around the room, and no matter how much you tried to stop yourself, he hammered whimpers, cries, even begs out of you. You couldn't even rub his other cock anymore, so he opted to fuck both your pussy and hand with his thrusts.

"Ohh, love! I'm gonna cum...!" You cried, legs opening even more to let his tip hit all the way to the entrance of your cervix.

Hearing you say that, he went even faster, and you felt the cock in your hand drip juices on your stomach, probably indicating that he's also close.

"Cum with me, darling." He groaned, giving you a few more hard thrusts before a large amount of liquid flowed out of him, covering your stomach as you felt your core fill up with your shared cum. His seed spread warmth all over you, inside you, and you felt your body relax.

Of course, even with the massive amount of cum that came from both his cocks, his hardness did not falter, and you still feel the hard shaft filling up your inside.

When you looked up at him, you see his eyes glowing gold, behind them held the gaze of desire. He picked you up, sitting you on his lap with his dick still inside you.

You can't help but feel bad for one of his lengths, if it had feelings it would probably be sad being left out of your pussy.

"Zhongli..." You slowly got up, up until only the tip of one of his cocks was inside you. He growled at what you did, but you immediately reassured him by grabbing his other shaft and lining it up to your entrance. "Can I put both inside me?"

He nodded excitedly, holding onto your waist to guide you down so both the tip were inside you. It was really gonna push you to the edge, but you wanted it, and you can't disappoint the cute little dragon that is your husband.

You pushed yourself down, stopping halfway as you felt his cocks stretch you out to your limit. "Ahh, it hurts..." Tears coat your eyes and so your lover's gaze softens.

"My darling, it's okay, take your time. You're such a good girl for me." He wrapped his arms around you, tucking your face into his neck as he kissed your temple.

"That's it, my dear, you're doing so good." With his encouragement, you managed to take both of his length entirely. He lets you cockwarm him for a few minutes just to let you get used to the girth of his cocks.

Then, his brutal thrusts start. He holds onto your waist, even his tail wrapped itself around you for a better grip, bringing you up and down on him like a fleshlight. Your mind blurred as he moves you faster and faster, you were left to drool and mumble nonsense as he makes you fuck him.

You came many times before he did, and his cum was just as before, filling you so much to the brim that some flowed out of you.

Not once after that did he pull out of you, he let you rest for a few moments before urging you into another position, after every orgasm the cycle continues.

With your legs pressed against your chest, against the wall, over the table, in front of the mirror, he did it all. You were fucked dumb, but you loved it. You could not think straight or speak anything coherent, but all you would say anyway was how good you felt.

When he finally softened, pulled out of you, he let you lay down on your shared bed, kissing you softly. "My dear... I love you so much." You could not close your legs to prevent the excessive amount of his cum to spill out. "I'm sorry for being so rough."

"Love youuu..." You slurred tiredly, your eyes slowly shutting as exhausted took over you.

Zhongli smiled, proceeding to clean you up nice and good. He then laid next to you, cuddling you and proving you with warmth.

After such a long night, he's gonna treat you to the best pampering day of your life.

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Neuvillette

Never once has the Chief Justice, in his thousands of years of age, ever had an intimate moment, perhaps because he has also never had a romantic partner to revel in a moment of hot bliss.

So when you got around in the point of your relationship where you started living with him, wearing more dainty and loose clothes around him, kissing him on his face, neck, lips, cuddling with him every night, he started to notice the slight warmth that engulfs him when he interacts with you.

That warming bliss he felt quickly turned into burning desire, one that deeply confused him. It felt like he was thirsty, and only you, touching you, could satiate his thirst, as well as ease the hardness that keeps bulking up in his pants.

There was even this one time, you were both caught up in a heated make-out session, and Neuvillette felt light-headed as something hot exploded out and covered his crotch. He really did just cum while making out with you, no other form of sensation pushing him over the edge.

Long story short, you tucked your blushing lover to bed with a kiss to his forehead, explaining to him that it was okay and that you were flattered while he continuously apologized for what he did.

Ever since then, Neuvillette has been doing some research about all those sexual things, even asking a poor librarian to explain to him in detail about why he feels so attracted to you.

"Why do I always imagine my wife and I doing these 'sexual' things?" The poor librarian wanted to evaporate as he was forced to explain to the Chief Justice what horniness is and discover for himself the true nature of the Iudex of Fontaine (very horny for his wife).

You noticed that he has been showing signs of... really wanting you... all the time, so you eventually invite him to do it.

Now... there is one problem... something he had neglected to tell you.

When you both stripped yourself down of both your clothes, you did not expect to see two girthy shafts begging for you.

"Ah..." He said flatly, seeing your shocked expression. "I... seem to have forgotten to inform you of... this."

It's hard to explain how you were both shocked.... and turned on by the sight. You reasoned to yourself that it makes sense cause he is a dragon.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I'm afraid I never had to say to anyone that I have two... so I forgot." He looks ashamed, and your heart nearly broke for your sweet dragon.

"Honey, it's okay. I... like them." You laughed a little at what you said, but you still caressed his cheeks to reassure him. "Do you want me to suck them for you?"

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His eyes widened, oh but his mind immediately wanted to say yes. "Please..."

You bring one of his shafts into your hot mouth, covering it with your saliva to smoothly take it in and out. Your tongue worked wonders to lick around him and press against his tip as you suck at the top.

His thighs quivered at the foreign feeling of pleasure, he wished you would never stop, but he also can't help but notice his other cock, left dry and hard as a rock, standing with obvious veins running through it as it craves the same treatment as the other.

It may be selfish but he took the length into his hand, pressing it onto your cheek while you were still working on his other. You look up to see your blushing husband looking sheepishly at you.

You part from his cock with a pop. "But of course, how could I forget this one. Ohh, just look at it..." You feign pity for it, before pressing your lips at the tip, giving it a sweet kiss.

As you cover his neglected cock with kisses, Neuvillette looks at you with shock, shock ignited by his love for what you're doing, peppering his length with kisses before you suck on it hard... it works him up to his climax.

And when he reached that euphoria, cum spurts out of both his cocks, one filling your mouth and the other exploding to cover one side of your cheek as well as his thigh.

You swallowed, smiling at the expression he had on his face as you did so. "You seem to like that, darling..." You giggled, looking down at the mess between his legs while you wipe some cum of your face with a towel you prepared.

"But it seems like it's not enough, is it?" You added, seeing his two cocks harden once again.

"My love, I apologize... I believe that a dragon possesses a higher stamina for these kinds of activities." He looks shameful, avoiding your gaze.

"It took a minute for me to suck you off before you came, honey..." You sit up on his stomach, and he finally gets to fully see your naked form.

He drools at the sight of you, "...Is that a bad thing...?" He asked, hoping to not have disappointed you.

"No, of course not. I just didn't realize I was that good."

"You really... make me... um... feel good..." He says in stutters, having no knowledge in this sort of thing, he has no idea how to praise your... service(?).

You grab hold of one of his cocks again, lining it up to your heat. "I'm sure you'll make me feel good too, my love."

As you plunged him deep inside you, he couldn't take his eyes off where you two connect, his mouth watering at the sight of you fully taking one of his in. He might as well have heart-shaped pupils with the way he's looking at it.

You started with rolling your hips, making him hit all the spots inside you that had your eyes rolling back. "Oh Archons... You fill me up so... good..." You moaned, and he feels a great sense of accomplishment with the way you praise him.

You started lifting yourself up and down to caress his dick, and his eyes travelled to your bouncing breasts, and, seemingly on instinct, his hands cupped your mounds and massaged them, feeling flushed at how soft and squishy they are.

As he did so, you looked at and smiled at him, never ending your your movement. Your hand reached to caress one of his own, encouraging him to keep going.

Neuvillette's moans were laced with some sort of humility, quiet yet you hear the lust within his being. He tries to keep them in, but with every hit of his tip to your inside, he could not hold back the whimpers to builds up within him.

You notice this and stop bouncing, which ushered a whine out of him. But his hands immediately go to your waist when you start squeezing him with your pussy walls.

"Ughhh... Y/N... T-That feels..."

"Let it out, darling..." You keep him tight and snug inside you. "You like me squeezing this cock with my pussy, right?"

You feel liquid falling on your lower back, and as you looked, you see his other cock, exploding with more cum. "Hmm, this one seems to like a little bit of dirty talk, huh?"

With a few final bounce and squeeze, you both came together again, him filling you up with his thick, warm cum.

After that, you proceed to clean up the poor little dragon, laying down and looking so blissed out from the session.

As you wipe his one of cocks clean, "I'll make sure to give this one some attention next time." You secured your promise with a final kiss on the tip, and Neuvillette once again realizes just how much he loves you doing that.

You lay down next to him, cuddling him into your chest, and, while quite embarrassed, he was more than happy to lay his face right onto your boobs. He tries not to think about how you had just sparked the greatest feeling of pleasure within him and how he's eager to learn more from his library friend so he can make you feel just as good as you make him.

The Chief Justice has finally realized the solution to that burning desire he feels, the reason for his wild imaginations when it comes to you...

He can't wait to tell his librarian friend every detail he has learned on his first night making love with you.

I hc Zhongli to have experience, so like, he knows what he wants, knows how to prep you for it, knows how crazy he gets and how much stamina he has to keep going.

Meanwhile, Neuvi has no experience, so he's discovering what he likes for the first time, discovering how to make it work with his anatomy and yours, and he kinda gets addicted to the feeling of making love with you so he will definitely crave it more in the future.

[lovesickgrlsrh0t]

a soldier boy x secretary!reader blurb | 18+

“Doll, I was having a little problem and I was wondering if you could help me solve it.” Ben sauntered into your office, locking the door with a soft click.

You looked up from the paperwork you were working on, sliding your glasses back up your nose. “What problem do you need me to solve, Ben?”

Ben smirks–a hint of lust and desire in his eyes–as he leaned over your desk. “It’s a bit of a..private problem, I’m kind of embarrassed really.” He began, watching as your expression shifted into one of intrigue. “You promise not to tell anyone about this?”

“I won’t tell a soul.” You said sincerely, looking up at him as his fingers grazed your chin. The sight of his slight smile made shivers run down your spine (and your thighs rub together). “Good girl. How about you get on that desk for me?” Ben’s tone made it clear he wasn’t asking, and you were quick to obey his commands.

His large hands ran up and down your thighs, a smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes drifted to your bare cunt. “Already so wet and I haven’t even touched you.” Ben murmured into your ear. His emerald irises were darkened with lust as his lips ghosted your neck. You gasped quietly as his finger grazed your sopping core. “Relax for me baby.” Ben whispered, circling your clit gently. 

Soft moans escaped your lips at the pleasure, submitting further to his touch. His index finger slid into your entrance while Ben covered your mouth. “As much as I’d love to here those pretty little sounds of yours, you need to be quiet f'me, yeah?" You nodded, letting him work you further. "This pretty pussy squeezing my finger so tightly, sweet girl. You think you can even take my cock?" He hummed, adding another finger as you grasped the desk tightly for stability. "P-Please, Ben...want your c-cock.." You gasped out as the man merely smirked.

"Needy girl." He muttered, taking his fingers out as he swiftly unbuckled his belt. "Been waiting so long for this, you have no idea.." Ben flipped you around, smacking your ass as he rubbed his dick along your folds. He slid in with no warning, thrusting in and out of you roughly.

"You've been teasing me all this time with those short skirts, practically begging for me to take you on this desk..." Ben pressed your face into the desk, his free hand loosely wrapped around your neck. "This cunt's weeping for me, baby girl. You like it when your boss makes you take his cock?"

Moans and gasps were the only thing you managed to get out, which only made Ben drive into you faster. "Ya can't answer me now, hm? Daddy's cock fucked you dumb, baby?" Mascara ran down your cheeks as you gasped out, "C-Cock feels so good, Daddy!" Ben chuckled lowly, circling your bundle of nerves as you tightened around him.

"I can feel you tightening around me, doll. You wanna cum, sweet thing?" He whispered, smacking your ass. You nodded rapidly, your moans increasing in frequency. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for Daddy." You all but screamed out his name as you released, thighs shaking as Ben worked you through your orgasm.

His hips stuttered into yours only a few moments later as Ben released with a groan, his head falling on your shoulder. He slowly slid out of you, moaning quietly as he saw his cum dripping out of your cunt.

"So fuckin' pretty.." He muttered, slipping his pants back on. "I'll see you later, yeah?" Ben told you, kissing the top of your head as he left your office. You sat there dazed with your thighs still trembling as you recounted the previous events, wondering the next time you'd have to solve another of his 'problems'.

a/n: tysm for reading <33 i'm debating on writing a possible part 2, so keep an eye out. shoutout to @pearlzier and this amazing bot based on this concept!

[mellowsadistic]

Before & After - Daddy's Girl

Set in the world of The Magician’s Game.

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Lucy Thompson was a strident feminist, an activist with a reputation across her college campus both for her good looks and for her habit of biting the head off any man who tried to flirt with her. With her beautiful face and hourglass figure, she naturally drew the eyes of all the men in her classes – but there was nothing Lucy hated more than the male gaze, as she wrote about frequently in her Critical Theory essays. She couldn’t stand the idea that people saw her as a mere sex object, and there was nothing she hated more than men who assumed she must secretly want to be “put in her place” by a big, strong man like them.

Unfortunately for her, to the Magician’s mind, there’s nothing more enjoyable than taking a strong-willed, empowered woman and making her fight for her adulthood, so naturally Miss Thompson made the ideal candidate for one of his twisted games. She played the game well, however, avoiding all but a minor thumbsucking penalty and making it all the way to the final round before finally losing in a nursery rhyme sing-along contest.

Tired of her constant ranting about the evils of the patriarchy, the Magician decided that Lucy needed a little help changing her attitude towards men. With a snap of his fingers, he gave her a hardcore diaper fetish and an overpowering Daddy kink that soon had her squirming on the floor with one hand stuck down the front of her pants, imagining herself being forced into diapers and made to live as a dumb toddler forever. Then the Magician gave her the choice; she could return to her normal life without so much as losing her continence, or he could strip her of all her bladder and bowel control and let her live with him as his full-time adult baby girl…

Lucy’s New Life

Lucy moaned around her thumb and humped her thickly padded crotch desperately against her teddy bear. Her squishy nappy felt delightful against her pussy. It was soaked with pee, just the way she liked it. Her face burned with humiliation at what she was doing, but that just made her pussy even wetter. The old her would have died with shame if she could’ve seen herself now, grinding her sopping wet Pampers on her stuffed animals. But it was the only way a stupid, horny diaper girl like her could get off. She let out another slutty moan.

“Uh-oh,” came a deep male voice from above her. “I think someone’s being a naughty little girl…”

Lucy felt a powerful rush of arousal. She loved the way Daddy talked to her, like she was a particularly dim-witted four-year-old. She hated him too, hated the way he’d turned her into a diaper-wearing freak, the way he’d stolen her future and reduced her to a life of bottle-feeds and early bedtimes, spankings and nappy changes. But another part, just as strong, thought it was the hottest thing ever. She looked up, and her nether regions pulsed with pleasure at the sight of his handsome face, his sadistic smile.

“Does Daddy need to pull off your diaper and spank your naughty bottom, Lulu?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lucy shook her head hurriedly from side to side, but she couldn’t help sucking her thumb lustily at the thought of being turned over Daddy’s lap, having her nappy pulled down, getting her plump bare bottom smacked over and over again until it turned bright pink…

“Are you sure?” he asked, a smirk playing around his lips. “Your Nanny told me she caught you doing something naughty this morning too.”

Lucy’s face went even redder.

“Did you really try to sneak a wet diaper out of the pail and put it on?” he asked, sounding deeply amused.

Lucy thought she might faint with the humiliation. She gave her teddy an extra hard hump and nodded.

“Silly girl,” said the Magician, reaching out and patting her padded rear. “If you want playtime in your icky used nappies then all you have to do is ask. Daddy already knows what a disgusting, depraved little girl you are.”

Lucy groaned and shut her eyes, still grinding on her bear. She was getting so close to orgasm now. But then there was a sudden pressure in her bottom, and she gasped around her thumb. Instinctively she tried to clamp down, to hold it in, but that wasn’t something her body was capable of anymore. Instead, she barely felt it as a big, yucky mess filled her diaper. The Magician started to laugh, and Lucy humped her teddy bear faster and faster, even as she grimaced with revulsion. The mess in the back of her pants felt disgusting. It was so gross and stinky and babyish.

She could have walked away, she told herself. She could have been a normal woman, or at least a woman who could control when she peed and pooped. But now she was just a big, smelly baby who needed nappies on her butt 24/7. A naughty, overgrown toddler who needed a Daddy to keep her in her rightful place… and she always would be. She moaned again. How could she have chosen this?! With one final, desperate thrust of her hips, Lucy had a shuddering orgasm in her soaked and stinky diaper and slumped over her teddy bear, gasping for breath.

As the euphoria began to fade, the familiar shame and self-disgust started to creep over her, and she buried her face in her teddy’s soft fur. But when her Daddy bent down, kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “That’s my girl,” the tingling started in her pussy all over again.

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

What Your Favorite Milgram Ship Says About You!

if you saw this posted earlier, no you didn't ^-^ Disclaimer: Everything in this post is a joke. Politely, please do not turn it into a genuine ship discourse post. Would you really do that to me? a silly little guy who simply wishes to be silly?

Haruka/Muu: You are constantly in a trenches defending your commonly misinterpreted favorite characters with your fucking life.

Haruka/Fuuta: Your ideal relationship dynamic is the "His pronouns are they/them!" meme, with a side of Doomed Yaoi for flavor.

Yuno/Kotoko: You think that both of them would be fixed if they just kissed a girl.

Yuno/Mahiru: This is the same joke as Yuno and Kotoko, but with the added factor that you desperately want your future partner to take you out to a cute cafe.

Fuuta/Mikoto: In every fandom you join you, without fail, start shipping the first two male characters with a somewhat interesting dynamic.

Fuuta/Kotoko: You would let a woman physically abuse you if she looked hot while doing it. It's alright, this is a safe space.

Fuuta/Yuno: You are severely disappointed in the lack of male tsunderes.

Muu/Rei: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of a lesbian situationship.

Muu/Yuno: Your ideal relationship dynamic is just…girls being friends. Gals being pals. Besties, historians would say.

Muu/Es: Your favorite romance trope in fiction is when the usually calm and serious one gets flustered and blushy over their crush

Shidou/Mahiru: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of saving someone's life, and your ideal relationship dynamic is MEN 👏 GETTING 👏 PEGGED 👏

Shidou/His Wife: You have on at least one occasion called Shidou a malewife. Shidou/Mikoto: Your favorite male character in any media you watch is always the older working man who doesn't look like he's gotten a day of sleep in his life and also probably gets called a sopping wet cat.

Mahiru/Kotoko: Your ideal relationship dynamic is that one scene from Class of 09 ("you wanna be sexed up abusive lesbians?").

Mahiru/Fuuta: You think that every anger issues-riddled boy needs a ray of sunshine to balance them out.

Mahiru/Mikoto: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of horoscopes. Mahiru/Mikoto/Fuuta: You fucking eat slice of life college AUs like they're a full course meal.

Mahiru/John: You like the dynamic of Mahiru/Fuuta, but you like John more. Kazui/Hinako: You just want good things for Hinako, and really, who wouldn't?

Kazui/Shidou: You just want good things for Kazui, and really, who wouldn't?

Kazui/Mikoto: I think you just want to fuck Kazui.

Kazui/Fuuta: Oh you REALLY want to fuck Kazui. Kazui/Shidou/Mikoto: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of smoke breaks.

Kazui/Mahiru: Your ideal relationship dynamic is Team Mom / Team Dad.

Amane/Anyone: https://youtu.be/wf9k3heENYc?si=xhcAjtzpnqOts-1f

Mikoto/John: You just want good things for John, which in all fairness, probably could've saved us a lot of trouble.

Mikoto/Kotoko: You either want one of them to put you on a leash, or you want both of them to put you on a leash. There's no in-between. John/Kotoko: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of beating each other's asses.

Milgram/Therapy: You are the only correct person in this fandom.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 2

Propaganda:

Kyouya -

"what's there to say? you know him. you love him. vote kyoya."

Rinnosuke -

"Rinnosuke Morichika lives in an overly-cluttered curio shop, and has a special interest in making magical inventions. Since he doesn’t live in a modern setting— but a pocket dimension slightly disconnected to the outside world— whenever a modern item shows up in his shop via spiriting away, he can obsess over it for extended periods of time. He is quite blunt without realizing it, even to people he cares for. He also has a special ability to generally understand the name and use of any item he touches (though this backfires sometimes, he thought a Gameboy was a doomsday device once)."

Fuuta -

"okay look theres so many fucking signs hes autistic. he cannot tell tone and often doesn't know how to react to stuff which is a major point in his character id say. he was asked if he remembered his victim's name (hes a murderer. oops!) and his response was something along the lines of "Of course I do. I saw it everywhere." because he did not understand that they wanted to know what it was since it wasnt directly stated. im convinced that hoodies are a comfort object of his because i genuinely have not seen him without one except for one time. also hes canonically a chronically online twitter user. also he gets really passionate about his interests. also not really related but everyone in the fandom agrees hes transgender but no one can agree on what way. ive seen every single gender hc for this dude. vote kajiyama fuuta for this sopping wet poor little meow meow of a man."

Hansum -

"He's just a very odd and strange lad, can't remember names well, is an alien (mild spoiler), he's very popular, obsessed with Doritos and becomes their mascot, just refers to everyone as humans which is a mood, and is completely socially oblivious."

Miyuki -

"Relatable neurodivergent-Gifted Child syndromeTM case with all the superiority-inferiority complex that results. A chronic show-off and scheming strategist with a lowkey hopeless romantic dramatic aspect to him, silly cool and pathetic in a very hilarious way. Shirogane has a trademark glare purely thanks to his eyebags as he runs on coffee everyday having to support his family with multiple jobs in addition to class, on top of student council president duties. He's kind and an obsessive perfectionist who fills his entire wall with the weirdest motivational posters. Shirogane is very devoted to his love. He likes penguins (Kaguya and him is peak asd4asd and bi4bi btw)."

Kirito -

"He's autistic and bisexual as hell, and there's a good bit of trans coding in him 🥺

Autism coding: Bro's literally got a sword and swordfighting hyperfixation where, despite playing a game that focuses around guns, he still chooses to use a sword!! We also see him completely missing Asuna's flirting at first (he tells her she could have just checked her friendlist to make sure he was alive, in response to her tracking him down to see him)

Bi coding: Dual wielding swords is literally a euphemism in Japan for bisexuality; and Kirito initially tries to hide the fact he can dual wield out of fear of how the people he's close to will view him (and once he reveals it to them and they accept it, he begins to be more open about it.) Also in the Underworld arc he becomes very close with Eugeo to the point of living with him (and sharing a bed on occasion), and there are several parallels between Eugeo and Asuna, and they're so gay for each other that despite the anime having only a toned down version of it, they're still very affectionate (Also of note is that Eugeo is the only guy in SAO canon to consistently have a 'laying in bed with Kirito' talk CG in the spinoff games) (There's more but it's spoilers and this is a shortened version)

Trans coding: Kirito is very trans coded in the light novel (which shows Kirito's thoughts in much greater detail than the anime) Aincrad arc reveals that Kirito explicitly Does Not Like his real face, and dislikes how feminine it looks (he mentions that its led to him and his cousin being mistaken for sisters) And in Phantom Bullet arc, he's visibly uncomfortable at being mistaken for a girl due to his avatar's appearance, and in response to being misgendered he briefly panics and checks to make sure his chest flat (at least in the anime adaptation) 🏳️‍⚧️"

Shirou -

"Has one goal in life and ignores almost everything in favor of trying to fulfil that goal."

Keith -

"Speaks in a way that is seen as weird and has mannerisms others think is funny. He struggles with not being taken seriously by others because of this and many of the things others say goes over his head. He struggles to connect with other people because of these things. His entire arc in the second film is about him deciding that the people who don't accept him for who he is aren't worth it and that he's going to continue being himself."

Junpei -

"for other fans of this series, I know the more obvious representation here may be Luou, Junpei is So Good. his special interest is ballet and he has so many hangups involving how his family sees him and how other boys his age interpret him to the point that his idea of masculinity is extremely narrow and he enforces social rules on himself to mask and keep people from realizing that he loves something that Isn't Manly. he misinterprets social cues and takes things literally, like assuming that when Miyako asked him to dance with her she meant Right This Minute rather than as a pair in the studio. for some reason the point where he cuts his hair super short to prove his devotion to ballet is also sticking with me, I think maybe it's the combination of the way it's normal for boys/men in Japan to do that, yet Junpei didn't realize that kind of attitude/action didn't suit ballet at all? he wasn't aware that the context was completely different. Junpei also doesn't act or pretend very well, he's gotta put his whole entire ass into his roles, which he then proceeds to get TOO into and cause a lot of trouble, without giving too much away! he's really relatable to me as someone who's socially anxious but very skilled at masking, and seeing him become more comfortable with himself and start to show how he really feels is so inspiring to me."

Kazuma -

"He may be (wildly) misguided but his intentions are good kinda! He’s just the Guy of all time idk how to explain it."

[mishy-mashy]

Probably not gonna match with when this comes out translated, but still—just a few things I liked about BNHA 423

WE GOT TO SEE THE VESTIGES AGAAAAINNNNN!!! HI BRUCE!

I think Bruce gets a lot of bad angles. This is an example (but it's okay honey, you're still hot stuff)

Unfortunately, I have a favorite. It's Bruce. The most Normal Guy™ in the vestige line up. And the special-est sopping wet cat for Kudo ever (Yoichi is a dry cat because at least Kudo remembered to take Yoichi inside).

The vestiges were all gearing for a punch, but Tomura/Tenko is reaching out.

The rest of the users usually use OFA to punch, is the general idea we see. But Tomura/Tenko's Quirk isn't that.

Tomura/Tenko reaching his hand out to grab, and the vestiges readying a punch—it's their ways of putting the hurt on.

And Tomura/Tenko knows what happens if he puts his fingers on someone. He was aiming for AFO's head too. Guy was pissed.

I like that the vestiges look like they're crawling out of hell (or the depths) here. Technically for OFA itself, which they embody, being in AFO's realm was hell. It meant they failed their collective goals to win against AFO, and keep OFA [Yoichi] out of his possession

Also, they're all embers of who they once were. If Factors embodied their personalities, these embers are the leftovers of that embodiment. Their eyes are blank.

And even when they're only shattered fragments of themselves, they came for AFO to take him down.

They really embodied that purpose. Even as husks of themselves, or sad leftovers that scattered from their destroyed Factors, they still reached forward to clock AFO one last time.

They were that determined, and that determination was all that was left of them.

Meanwhile, with Yoichi, his itty bitty remains continued trying to talk sense into his brother till the end.

Yoichi has such a bleeding heart. But he also loved his brother.

AFO is standing in the dark. But in that dark, there's a light. It's Yoichi, as if he were the light at the end of the tunnel.

AFO chased OFA for decades, and ruined a lot of lives, just to have Yoichi by his side again.

Joining hands with Garaki; killing Banjo, En, Nana; forcing the creation and upbringing of Tenko; the whole Shimura incident; everything he did to UA and the Aoyamas to get close to the wielder of OFA [Yoichi]. He did all that, and more.

He just wanted the chance to have Yoichi with him again. That was his purpose in obtaining OFA this whole time.

Yoichi was AFO's light at the end of the tunnel.

Too bad for AFO, the light at the end of the tunnel was an oncoming train.

Yoichi is telling AFO what happened, but I love that in front of Yoichi, AFO became himself. I mean, not a mass of scar tissue, but who he originally looked like

Idk, there's just something symbolic about it?

Midoriya calls AFO a lonely man. And Yoichi comes to him, and AFO says he wants Yoichi by his side. He wouldn't be lonely if that were the case. Yoichi could make him not lonely anymore.

And the lonely man, a bundle of scar tissue from his warpath to see Yoichi again, reverts to a time he had no injuries or scars. He looks like the period of time where he and Yoichi lived in the same era.

In front of Yoichi, he's just.. himself, I guess is how to put it. Not a mass of scar tissue, or the evil villain everyone feared: he's literally just Yoichi's "Nii-san".

It's like, the scar tissue shed itself to reveal AFO's true face.

He wants to see Yoichi's face, and ended up showing his own without even meaning or thinking to.

He's finally looking straight at Yoichi, trying to see his face. It's not like when Yoichi was alive, when AFO always looked down on him, and just waited for him to bend to his will.

Now, AFO has little time left with Yoichi, and he's lost his composure for it, wanting to see Yoichi as more than an ember. But maybe he got to the point he only ever saw Yoichi for his Factor, rather than the Factor for Yoichi: how often has he said he was chasing One For All, instead of his younger brother?

AFO wanted to see Yoichi's face, but when he saw Yoichi next to Kudo... yeah, he lost his mind a bit there. Probably (Definitely?) because he saw Kudo's Ability, and Kudo with Yoichi. And Kudo is "to blame for everything".

Maybe he lost it seeing Kudo and Yoichi together, because it was a repeat of the past, I suppose?

(Technically, he did see Yoichi's face one last time already. Just that he also saw the bastard Kudo's face again too. And AFO did not like that.)

[thatbanditqueen]

Louisiana Saturday Night, a new fic.....

I have been working on a new WIP set at the Louisiana Hayride from 1954 - 1956, and will probably post chapter one in the next few days. It starts in October 1954, when 19 year-old Elvis had never played outside the small clubs of Memphis, except for that once. At the Opry. And that didn't go too well.

Now he faces his biggest audience ever at the Lousiana Hay Ride: over three thousand people in-person (a thousand more than the Opry!) and millions over the radio. He has only recorded two singles, never been away from home much or gone beyond second base with a girl, and doesn't know much about life as a touring musician. But he's eager to learn and grab every opportunity he can with those long, inexperienced slender fingers.

This fic will have my usual blend of poorly executed dry humor, fluff, smut and angst.

please comment or reblog if you want to be tagged - here is a preview.

Here is a snippet from Chapter 1: Hot Wax

Approximately 9:15 p.m.

Saturday, October 16, 1954

The Municipal Auditorium in Shreveport, Louisiana

The first time she saw Elvis up close he was hunched over the sink tapping his fingers along the porcelain rim. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, he reminded Freddie of a bottle rocket about to blow. She smiled at the thought of him bursting through the ceiling like a comic book hero, his oversized sports coat trailing behind him like a long pink cape.

She wasn’t sure if he was recovering from his first set or talking himself into the second, but what she did know was that this kid was as green as they came. Horace had been reading Pappy the riot act yesterday when she walked by his office, yelling at him for booking “some hillbilly who just fell off the turnip truck, cuz Sam Philips brings you a bottle of Jack every time he comes through town.”  The audience out there had been so taken aback by his country bop they’d forgotten to clap, and she doubted Pappy would be allowed to invite him back.

As she watched the show up in the control booth, Freddie had wondered if Elvis’ performance had gone over better with the radio listeners who hadn’t had to watch his stilted, awkward movements on stage. There was a ragged emotional tenor to his voice, and now that she was standing right in front of him she had to admit he had a dark, sultry allure that was strikingly different from all these other boys doing their best Gene Autry impression.

But geez, now the poor kid began to mutter into his reflection and she hoped he wouldn’t cry. Freddie barely knew how to deal with the girls she found balling in the bathroom. 

“Um, hey there. You ok?”

Elvis jerked around and ran his hand through his sopping wet hair and straightened up, stiff like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Most folks are nervous their first time. That’s a big crowd.”

“Don’t you worry about me, honey, I ain’t nervous.” He looked her over, a sneer forming at his mouth. “Didn’t you heard the man? I’m the hottest thing on wax. Mr. Logan just asked me to play a second set.”

“Oh - uh - well, I guess I was wrong.”

“MMhmmm. Just getting geared up to go back on stage.” He settled his hands at his waist and shot her a sulky fierce glower, then waggled his eyebrows in a challenge.

“Oh, well that's good. Maybe you can answer something for me then.”

“Anything baby.” 

He softened and bit his lip, giving her what she took to be his version of a come hither look. He looked like he was fighting back a sneeze and Freddie had to swallow her laughter. 

“Why are you in the Ladies’ Powder Room?”

Elvis paused and looked down for a beat as he shook his head and laughed.

She nodded toward the shelf of perfume bottles, powders and the basket of dainty pink sanitary napkin boxes with Kotex printed along the sides.

He let out a low whistle and rubbed his mouth.

“Man o man, I guess you got me, might be jus a lil nervous. I ‘spose I really weren’t watching were I was going, huh?”

Freddie couldn’t help the way she dumbly smiled back, noticing up close how long and thick his eyelashes were as he looked down at her through them. She suddenly had the urge to take his hand and lead him to the green room where she could make him a hot cup of tea and comfort him and give him all the advice she had from her four years of working at KWKH. But instead she took a deep breath and fidgeted with her cardigan.

“I won't tell anyone you were in here. It can be our secret."

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[sunderwight]

I love HOTD fic concepts where Lucaerys and Arrax accidentally kill Vhagar. I want more of them so bad.

Mostly because of the black comedy potential. I could go either way for whether or not Aemond dies too, but jesus that's such a great idea. The oldest, biggest, scariest dragon on the fucking planet and somehow sopping wet twink Lucaerys Velaryon and his tweenage mount manage to take her out? One little alteration and the tone of the whole conflict shifts almost entirely.

Of course some kind of freak intervention is required for it to work, and most of that's still pretty dark. Options I like include Vhagar actually just being so old that she's nearing the end of her lifespan and so it's less that Lucaerys and Arrax successfully kill her, and more that she just happens to die at the worst possible moment for Aemond, or else something like lightning from the active storm striking some of the chains on her (prospects also not good for Aemond with that one), or Arrax gets in a single lucky shot via breathing fire right down her throat and causing a fatal blowback of the whole firebreathing system that is like a 1 in a million chance type thing.

But then what? Everyone at Storm's End saw Aemond flip his shit at Luke and go chasing after him, plus Arrax is like snack-sized compared to Vhagar, you can't even plausibly lie and claim that somehow they instigated the conflict, not even with Luke's history of successfully landing critical hits against his uncle. Not that the "we're the victims" approach would necessarily do the Greens strict favors here, since Aemond's a grown man now and his side are hinging a lot of their cause on appealing to the same brand of Westerosi toxic masculinity that views losing a fight as a sign that the gods don't like you enough.

I haven't seen it yet but I also think it would be really funny if the Greens tried to paint Lucaerys as this like, unholy terror? Like they just have to exaggerate how horrible this one teenager is in order to salvage any shred of dignity from the situation. He is death from the skies! Tried to murder his uncle in cold blood when they were but babes! Thirsted for violence and slaughter ever since! The mad dog son acts at the behest of the evil false queen who spawned him, truly he is Maegor come again! A sinister bastard! And they're talking about this Disney Channel ass kid:

We can all hear the dramatic score from the show gradually distort into circus music in the back of our minds, right?

[wyn-n-tonic]

Something In the Static

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Uhhhh... warning you now that I don't know what happened here. Gif is just a gif.

“You ever reckon I’m holding you back?”

No Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.

No kiss.

Not even a Hey, baby.

Just the sound of the door closing and the smell of a beer washed down by rain coming in before he does. Before those words come out of his mouth.

And you must really show your confusion because he repeats them; he repeats this question that is so beyond comprehension that he says it again. Three fucking times like it’s one for every year you’ve been back here. 

Glasses off, you study him, sopping wet like a half drowned dog. “I'm going to ignore, Rhett Abbott, that you probably tracked cow shit through my goddamn living room seeing as you still have your boots on just so I can ask you if you’ve lost your goddamn mind.” But it is not a question, not really, and he knows that.

“Do you ever reck—“

“No, I fucking heard you.” It’s like he’s giving you one to grow on, to cover this upcoming year. “There's a book in your hands and he’s lucky he hasn’t caught it with his forehead. “Go take a shower, you smell like a distillery.”

“But—“

“No.” You’ve gone back to your book, curled up and into the pillow as he stalks away through to the attached bathroom in your periphery. 

He gets like this sometimes. Not lately but sometimes. Like he’s got some preemptive grief he’s trying to work through and part of working through that is ensuring that it’ll be needed at all. 

You don’t hear the water—stopping or starting—and you don’t hear when he comes back. For such a large man, he sure is light on his feet. It’s only when the mattress dips beneath his weight and the smell of soap and the coconut body wash you know he stole from you that you fully register his presence.

Rhett buries his face into your back and breathes deep, large, calloused hands sneaking beneath your shirt. His shirt. For a moment, you almost want to ask him if you can keep it when he succeeds in his agenda to push you away.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

“You could fool me about that sometimes.”

Another sound, more words muffled by the fabric pulled between his teeth as he bites down and pushes himself closer. 

“I thought you were over this shit, Rhett,” you say, staring down at the page that hasn’t turned since he came in. He was over this shit, these were never his words in the first place. These are the words of his brother; the words of the all the jackasses he’s never been able to escape. All these words picking at his deepest insecurities to give them life.

Some half-assed apology tumbles forward and his weight shifts until he’s pulling you over and around to face him and his bloodshot eyes. “Saw your mom today,” he says. “She said you might get promoted.”

“Might.” 

“But you’d possibly have to travel a lot,” he says, “and that’s not something you’d have to do if you’d have just stayed in Chicago.”

“I didn’t want to stay in Chicago.”

Rhett’s eyes close and he takes a breath before saying, “I always have and I always will stand still. I-I’m stuck here and you came back for me.”

“I adore you, Rhett Abbott, so I’m going to give you the kindness of my cruelty which is where I hope yours is coming from, too,” you tell him, thumbing away one of the silent tears slipping from the corner of his eye. “It’s a little hypocritical to suggest I came back here for you while your own insecurity has you accusing me of resentment. I came back here for me and you were such a large part of that, Rhett, you were. I chose you and choosing you means choosing here and I don’t hate you for it.”

“But you should get to see the world, you’re not doing that here.”

“And I wouldn’t do that spending half my life locked in an office the size of a broom closet in some high rise in a big city just so I can pay rent and die alone either.” 

There’s rawness in your voice as you practically scream it because you can’t do this again. You told him last time that it had to be the last time. You took his ring and made him promise that it would be. 

“I'll be better for you,” he promises. He practically pleads. “I’ll do better for you.”

“But I don’t know what you mean by that,” you tell him. “Doing better for me is putting these thoughts out of your head and having the confidence in me that I am making decisions with my eyes open.”

“But I could be different for you,” he says. There’s no telling how much alcohol he’s had or how much is still pumping through his system. “I-I can—“

“I don’t want different, I want you. I live with you, I’m in love with you. If I wanted different, I would say something. If I wanted change, I would work with you to make it happen. I am fine where we are, I am happy.”

“But the promotion—“

“I don’t want it, Rhett,” you say. “I didn’t tell you because I don’t want it, I told my mom because I needed to talk through all the ways I didn’t want it without you doing this shit to me again. Why don’t you understand that?”

He flattens himself out onto his back, both hands coming up to cover his face. He’s still naked from his shower, warm from the water and the beer and just the fact that he is. Always so warm, a comforting blanket and the only person you ever want.

Pushed up and on your knees, you stare down at him. “Rhett, I was really depressed when I wasn’t here.”

“What does that—“

“Doesn’t matter because I didn’t want you to see me like that, I didn’t want to be like that. You’re not some static creature firmly planted into the ground with petrified roots and you’re not a bear trap holding me in your jaws either.” 

He relaxes. There’s always some point that he does when all the tension melts out of him and he’s no longer a board but your boy again. “I want you to stop drinking about this shit.”

He mumbles that he knows as he sits up, back pressed up against the headboard. “I think you want me to stop drinking altogether.”

Reaching out, you wipe another stray tear off of his cheek. “I’m in love with you but I didn’t come back for you and I’m not staying because of you.”

A beat passes and then he pushes his hair back while laughing. A pitiful ass fucking sound. “And to think I spent all day out in the pasture thinking about being between your legs. I didn’t even mean to go out fucking drinking, I just had to pick up feed, ran into your mama and ended up there.” 

“Didn't answer your phone,” you add, “didn't apologize at all—“

“I'm sorry, honey.”

“Don't honey me, Rhett Abbott,” you tell him, “and you’re damn right you’ll be between my legs. You have a lot more apologizing to do than just that pitiful shit.” 

Rhett twitches, his muscles flexing of their own accord beneath his smooth skin, and he groans. “You wanna do it right now?”

Your head shakes. "Maybe I would’ve if you’d come home on time,” you tell him, stretching out beside him. “These conversations take all my energy.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Do it again and I won’t even let you sleep in here.” 

He laughs and it only makes him twitch again against his stomach.

“I'm serious, Rhett,” you tell him, glancing over the fact that you’re fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. “But I don’t like being mad at you, I don’t like being jealous and I know that you have a lot of jealousy and I don’t like that either.”

And even that makes him twitch.

“I like being here with you,” you go on, lips dragging across the skin of his rib; over the tattoo of your name he never told you he was getting. “And if I came back for anything, it was for this massive dick.”

Twitches. Again.

Which makes him cover himself, one massive hand cupping over his length. “Now you’re just teasing me, sweetheart.” 

“You broke my heart when you walked your scrawny little ass in here and asked me if I hate you for making me stand still, so I think I’m entitled to it.”

“I just think about all the things you could be doing and all the things you have done, you know?” Rhett shifts his body back down the bed to lay flat beside you and turns until he’s facing you. “I'm just some dumb cowboy who can barely operate a toaster.”

“And it’s the best damn toast I’ve ever had.”

This conversation has gotten off the rails now and, truthfully, the hurt it caused to begin with has faded. All to leave two tired bodies next to one another, nose to nose with nothing but your own clothes between you.

“Touch yourself,” you tell him.

“I want to touch you,” he responds, followed by a promise that it doesn’t have to be much; that he just wants to hold your hand.

His eyes are just innocent enough to believe, pulling you in until his lips are on yours. Because that’s also how this works. He says something hurtful out of insecurity, betraying the insecurity he has in your relationship because he doesn’t believe he’s good enough. He takes his slap on the wrist, the talking down, and then he curls into and around you. Some sort of protection as if he needs the closeness of the night to convince him.

“Can I just be inside of you?” He finally asks, fingers creeping over the elastic waistband of your panties. “Please?”

“There it is,” you tease. “You know you can just ask to fall asleep inside of me, you don’t have to make me sad to do it.” 

Guilt flashes across his face, so heavy with the day and the work and this on every feature, before he smiles. “Is that a yes?”

He doesn’t wait a second longer as soon as the word yes starts to form in your mouth, doing his best to pull the soft material down and off of you with the help of your twisting hips. Then he pushes inside, easy the way it always is for him. 

As he settles, lips mouthing at your pulse point, he says, “will you tell me again? Just one more time?”

“I'm in love with you, Rhett Abbott,” you indulge him, “and if I have to be caught between somebody’s teeth, I’d rather it be yours than job’s or anybody else for that matter.”

“Thank you,” he whispers. “I'm sorry.”

“Clean the cow shit out of my rug and then I’ll accept the apology.” 

[urlocalheizousimp]

Curiosity Pleasured The Cat

Pairings: Dom!Heizou x Cat!Fem!Reader

Summary: seems like little miss [name] got too curious for heizou, how’s he gonna deal with you?

Cw: breeding, tail pulling(?) and very obvious dumbification

Notes: again im horny with this man.

Note II: HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO BAD BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS REALLY REALLY HORNY…….

You snuggled right next to Heizou as he worked, his gaze not leaving the paper in front of him as he grunts feeling your weight on his shoulder.

“Not now my dear [name]..” he tried reasoning out but you couldn’t seem to listen, you were needy for attention and he was the attention you needed.

Then a question hit you, it was stupid but you kept wondering. Do you know the quote: “curiosity killed the cat”? Well you were about to enter that territory.

“Hey Heizou..?” you called out to him, his gaze still on the paper as you two were sitting on your very home.

It was quite upsetting really. Even though Kujou Sara gave him an early leave, he would bring home documents from the station and solve them right at your house as you crave his attention.

“[name] dear?” he replied as you took a deep breath and brought the thought out your head.

“Do you think it’s possible for a human and a half-cat to make babies?”

Heizou froze at your question, he expected something like: “what do you guys do to the criminals after they’re caught?” or “how do we living mammals produce saliva in our mouths?”

You were a curious one indeed but he wasn’t expecting that question.

The more he thinks about it, the more his curiosity grew.

Then an idea popped in his head.

“Why don’t we see for ourselves dear?” Heizou turned his body to look at you and what you saw was a smirk followed by lust in his eyes.

Oh how you fucked up.

“MM~ H-HEIZOU S-SLOW D-DOWN~ ANGH-!” “you should’ve thought about that you bad kitten~” here you were, screaming for his name as he pounded into your sopping wet cunt with your back facing him as your tail went to his waist.

“Tell me.. does this hurt?” he slowed down as he suddenly pounded into your cunt, even more harder this time as you squeaked loudly.

You were so loud, honestly the whole Teyvat could probably hear you right now but you didn’t care.

“You also never told me that you wanted to be mom~” Heizou teased you while he kept abusing your hole, groping your tits as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Hngh~! Heizou please moremoremoremoremoremore!” you were practically dumbfounded at this point, not wanting anything else besides his cock.

“Don’t worry [name], I’ll keep fucking you until you carry our children~ ♡” you whimpered into the sheets below, your vision was clouded with tears as you gripped onto Heizou’s fisted hand so tightly.

Heizou got another idea popped in his head and it was probably gonna hurt you, so he hesitated but did it anyway as you too dumbfounded to even notice.

Heizou pulled on your tail as he raised your hips, a whimper fell on your lips as your breath hitched on how painful it is. Few moments later the pain was replaced by pleasure as he went even deeper into your hole.

You wonder on how this man has gotten so much stamina, even you feel like passing out but you were enjoying this so much.

You honestly couldn’t wait the day you would have your little kittens. ♡

[xdeewolfx]

About rambling on about your day at trww screening, I would love to hear about it!

anon i love u ..... i'll put it under a cut cuz this might get long winded i love talking thank u

SO i went to the uh, august 12th ? the real will wood screening in new jersey last year. i think it was the last of 3 or so shows that day so it was taking place later in the evening. i got there uh Way Stupid Early because i wanted NOTHING to go wrong (i have chronic bad luck). the nice people at the movie theater were very kind, they let me sit inside and wait cuz it was hot out, they chatted with me a bit, and were just generally really cool people. i sat in the theater lobby for a bit, saw there was a merch table cleared and waiting to be set up. i didnt approach cuz im not That Kinda Person but i was like omg, thats gotta be for trww screening right. some people would come and go out of the direction of trww theater, mostly helpers. but THEN, im sitting there and i see tall guy in hat walk behind the table, rummage around in a bag, and start eating a lil snacky snack. the lobby was kinda dark and im blind as a bat anyway so it didnt click for me in the moment. i tried not to stare, only glanced up a few times. but eventually he looked up too and i was like wait that is THE real will wood. i stayed calm and casual, he waved at me, and i waved back with a sorta exasperated "oh my god, are you will wood?" and he just laughed and nodded. i told him i was there for the 7pm showing, and he (SO very shocked) was like "oh- oh my god? i thought you were here for the matinee!"

so that alone was super fucking cool. i didnt try to keep him or nerd out too much cuz at the end of the day he is just like, A Guy. yeah i really like his music but i didnt wanna be a freak or anything. he walked off and im like keysmashing in the discord group chat to my friends. chris appeared a few times too, walked outside for a smoke or to take a call or whatever. i smiled at him a few times but didnt have any one-on-ones and again didnt wanna be weird and pull him away from what he was doing or whatever.

after a bit, will walks out of the theater and approaches me. he leaned in and whispered "you can just... sneak in, if you want" with like the sneakiest smirk and im like UH ! UH ! UHHH!!!! because holy fucking shit no way will wood himself just offered to sneak me into the showing before the one i paid for? i just thanked him and he walked off, i didn't end up sneaking in cuz i had VIP for my actual showing and didnt wanna risk being kicked out of the theater. i mean, im sure will would have had my back but i just did NOT wanna risk it yfeel.

those were kinda the last interactions i had before one of the theater guys told me i probably wanna go stand outside to line up because people were starting to show up for the show i paid for. super cool of him. he walked me outside and i stood at the front, met some very awesome people, chatted for uh idk how long. time was moving so weird i was so excited.

before the line got too long, i noticed will and chris were sitting on a bench a ways down and i was like shit. h. okay. want to interact, i want to get them each to draw a little doodle in this sketchbook i brought. told myself i'd get will to draw a little black cat (had a black cat named jynx that i love and adore and miss so dearly) and chris to draw a little black dog (had a black lab named Q who i also love and adore and miss so dearly) and i knew this was my chance. sure i could do it at the meet-and-greet part of the vip experience i paid for but like. i knew there'd be a line of people and they'd want to expedite the process so i just went for it. i waited for a good window where nobody else was around so they wouldnt be overwhelmed. i, probably in the most sopping wet of a man way, shyly walked up and excused myself, asked if i could talk to them, to which they were both super cool and chill with it. i thanked them for their time, asked them if they could each draw what i was thinking of. will took the marker first while i explained why a black cat was so important and significant to me, and he listened with such genuineness.

i asked will if i could possibly get this tattoo'd one day, and he said “now i’m going to let you know. maybe some day i’ll strip down naked and run down the street saying slurs. so i might be CANCELLED some day. and if you have this on your body you will be called out on twitter. just so you know” which, funniest fucking response ever. what a fuckin king.

after that, i asked chris to draw a lil dawgie. he was much less enthused about having to draw but he DID it, he did like a step by step narration as he drew, ("how did I manage to make it look like a dick and a vagina at the same time") i told him he was doing great and got a very nervous "dont PATRONIZE me!" but it was all in fun and we all got a really good laugh out of that too i think. all in all both REALLY funny guys and good sports.

after that i thanked them both profusely and walked back to my spot in line. i met and chatted with even MORE people until the actual lineup for the show began. will opened the door and ushered us all in, this time in a different theater than the one he was in earlier in the day. this one was past the merch table, i kinda just walked straight past it to the theater because they werent even selling things yet, just getting things set up. everyone else behind me seemed to linger though, so i kinda just like. stood in the doorway of the theater nervously, not knowing what to do.

will walked up and asked me what was wrong, i told him i was nervous and didnt want to go in there by myself since nobody else was following. hes like, "awh, you're not alone! we'll go in there together" to which i knee-jerk replied with "omg we're besties." not the worst thing i could have said but i did feel quite silly, its alright tho he laughed so hopefully it wasnt like. too awkward LMAOOO.

chris was already in the theater waiting, will told me to sit anywhere so i just kinda sat directly at the front (later i'd learn that i picked the seats directly behind chris and will, pretty neat). some announcements were made as people started filing in, then the VIP part started. i once again was first in line, i didnt really have anything more to say or do besides take a picture with them and get them to sign the drawings they'd done earlier. when i popped open the book for chris to sign his dog, he just "jesus i hate looking at this thing". jokes on you chris i love looking at it. its hanging on my wall riiight now. probably wont get it tattoo'd (sorry) but its okay he begged me not to anyway.

i felt kinda silly and im kicking myself for it a bit, but after this photo chris was like "thanks for comin out and supporting us," and then sorta paused like he expected me to fill in the blank and say my name (in hindsight i realized i. NEVER told them my name.) but i was too jittery and overwhelmed by all the people behind us so i just smiled and walked off. i know they probably wouldnt have remembered my name anyway cuz they met so many people that day but, its like damn ! what if !

i went and got popcorn after that and just watched as people filed in and got pics with will n chris, told nice stories and gave gifts, then it was time for the screening itself. before they shut off the lights, will ran down the isle giving everyone high fives, starting with me since i was right at the front. SO fuckin cool.

the rest of the show was just, ykno, watching The Real Will Wood and sometimes getting gags or commentary from chris and will. at one point, when the song 2012 started playing, a guy next to me shouted the loudest "FUCK!" in time with the song. this got will to sit up and slowly turn around with a puzzled look, then he just "nice man" and gave the dude a high five. there was also a funny gag where someone pulled out a lighter and waved it all slow concert-style to Bones, so naturally everyone else pulled out their phone flashlights and it lit up the entire fuckin theatre. will and chris both turned around and just “jesus fucking christ” because it was SO GODDAMN BRIGHT. theres actually a pic of me doing the flashlight thing from will's instagram story LMAOO, i was honestly in a decent amount of his story shots (im the one in the orange shirt). pretty neato.

i didnt get any videos or pictures during the show itself because 1. its a movie. duh. but also cuz my phone was like, RAPIDLY losing battery and i could not risk it dying in case of an emergency. thats alright tho, im okay with the memories of that being in my brain :]

after the show, chris and will thanked everyone and we all sloooowly filed out to the merch table. since i was at the front of the theater, i was one of the last ones out, but thankfully i got the merch i wanted. bought a tshirt and a few albums. met a few people in line that i still talk to every now and then. at the very end, again since i was one of the last ones to the merch line, chris and will were just hanging out thanking people and saying goodnight. since the picture from in the theater kiiinda sucked lighting wise and was a little blurry, i asked if i could take a selfie with them. they were both really cool about it, i thanked them yet again, and then i was off. i sat in a corner charging my phone while i waited for an uber, and that was the day done :]

thank you for letting me ramble, anon, i love thinking about this day. i have chronic bad luck but everything was going right for once and im so thankful for it. i'd love to meet chris and will again some day, they are such genuine and nice people

[urauntiefaye]

lately I've been thinking about how Leehan would react when he saw me kissing another man (he fell in love with me secretly, because we were enemies and often fought)😏🔞.

maybe he'll give me some crazy punishment in an empty area of ​​school and claim me (Shit, especially without protection) that I'm his and forever will be 🤭

❤️btw I'm a female❤️

Enemies ~ One Shot(Leehan🔞)

P.S.A: if you do not like Smut/This type of content please ignore and scroll away. Thank you!

Warning: 18+, y/n is afab, smut smut smut, includes spanking, unprotected sex, hair pulling, pet names (slut, baby), penetration(y/n receiving), other uhh I think that's all? Let me know if I missed anything.

Content below the line.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Leehan so please be gentle with me. Also I'm sorry if this sucks especially the ending 😭

You have no idea how you ended up in this kind of situation. The thought of you being bent over your professor's desk getting railed by none other than the man you claim to hate the most, Leehan has never even once crossed your mind(lies). His fingers tangled up into your hair and pulled your head back causing your back to flush against his chest. His hips never ceasing as he ramed his dick into your dripping cunt. A loud moan escapes your lips, “really think you can kiss someone else?” He grunts as he thrust harshly hitting all of your soft spots. Tears running down your cheeks as the pleasure of being stretched out by Leehan “I-Im sorry l-lehan, wont do it again!” You cried out, he just scoffs at your pathetic attempt of apologizing, his hand sneaking around your waist and reaching down to rub your clit causing you to moan loader. A tight ball form in your lower stomach making you clinch around him. “G-gonna cum!” You through your head back rest on his broad shoulders. A low moan comes from Leehan as his thrust speed up “cum then, cum on my cock you slut” he whispered in your ear not once slowing down. Your eyes shut tight as you cum, your whole body shaking from the intense orgasm. Leehan doesn't stop, you can tell he was close from the way his thrust become erratic “fuck baby, gonna cum” he moves his hand to your stomach and grips the flesh “wanna fuck a baby into you, gonna make you mommy” he groans out loud causing another orgasm to build up in you “pl-please! Want you to cum in me!” You screamed out holding onto his biceps to keep yourself stabled. Leehan thrust into your sopping wet pussy and stilling all movements as his cum shoots deep inside you causing you to cum once again. Your legs go numb almost falling but Leehan grip tightens around you helping you stay up. He pulls out and quickly puts your panties back on. He turns your around so you're face to face. Your both a panting mess covered in sweat, you look up at him and see that his eyes are no longer filled with the typical annoyance and hate they usually are. Instead he fixed your hair and looks at you as if you're they most precious thing. The complete opposite of how he was just a couple second ago. His hands cups your cheeks and plants a gentle and loving kiss upon your lips. “Don't ever, kiss another man, got it?”, your heart skipped a beat at his words “Leehan is this your way of asking me out? If so you're kind of doing a bad job it”. Leehan rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a quick peck. “If it was would you say yes?”, you hum a little and tilt your head, prolonging your answer as a way to tease him. You stood on your tippy toes and kiss him back “maybe?~”

[nguyenfinity]

so like women--

Oukawa nee-hans!! rehashed their designs from a while while back and fleshed them out more with @posebean (and a bonus hiki who's niki's older brother from here)

Shinju (22 y.o.)

aiming to be head of the family so her siblings (especially kohaku) can get (relative) peace

^why she and hiki broke up 'cause their goals just didn't line up but they're still best best friends

likes cute things and loves bugs

like. like she really likes them (has a little terrarium and will pick up centipedes with her bare hands)

especially likes beetles

hates mosquitoes. if she sees one it's on sight. (one buzzed by hiki's ear one time and that's the closest he's been to death)

hiki'll be somewhere overseas and she'll get a call at like 3 AM where he's like "hey look at this bug i found"

rates the bugs he sends her and bugs in general (scale of 1-10)

got real excited about kohaku being in a group called crazy:b.

drinking buddies with rinne, hiki, and oremeru but can't actually get drunk mild poison immunity

no light in her eyes 'cause of [gestures to family work]

horrible horrible sweet tooth

Ruri (19 y.o.)

causes problems on purpose

knows all the internet slang (and subsequently teaches it to kohaku)

[talking to rinne] "you have like negative rizz" rinne: [bluescreening trying to process what just happened]

rinne has beef with her over the niki marriage thing during sudden death (she was so unserious man)

when the bees and their siblings hang out it's just her and niki since they're the only middle children and they just bake cookies or whatever but he's so sopping wet and pathetic about it

whenever niki gets old enough to drink the older sibbees invite him out but don't want her to be left out so she comes along too (she's having a nice pleasant conversation with himeru while the other 4 are like. doing shots or something)

girls. girl liker girl lover

silly crush on anzu

helps her sister out with family stuff 'cause she needs a break--

Hiju (Hiki/Shinju)

they're best friends but they're still. horribly in love, they just can't be together together (see above)

someone'll go "so like. are you two a thing" and they'll be like "no ew" "gross" (they are cuddling on the couch while scrolling their phones)

hiki is "hikkun" to her and shinju is "shi-chan" to him

rinne's otp

also ruri's otp

they're indirectly competing for #1 wingperson (ruri's winning)

shinju's like 2 and a half weeks older than him but she'll do the thing where she's like "when i was your age [describes what she did 2 and a half weeks ago]"

met when shinju was transferred into hiki's school to investigate his family pre-scandal and getting close to their oldest son seemed to be the easiest route since they're the same age

spoiler alert they fall horribly in love but they break up shortly after the scandal, at the airport when hiki leaves to go on his shiina family redemption endeavor

saw each other again for the first time in like 5 years at the bees MDM live when they saw each other in the audience and there's a beat of silence before shi-chan starts laughing 'cause his hoops are so stupid

"WHAT'S WITH THOSE"

"IT'S FASHION"

"IT'S STUPID"

"LIKE YOUR PUNK-ASS HAIR STYLE ISN'T"

they have to leave the venue early or else they're gonna get kicked out for causing a scene.

they go grab drinks and catch up tho and it's a whole thing of realizing they still love each other and. yeah

whenever hiki's in japan they spend time together :]

gets light back in her eyes when she sees him

shi-chan pushes him to reconnect with his younger brothers

me and bean when characters are so inequivocally each other's but not [ugly sobbing]

we did it, we finally got insane about something that's not rinky

[stargirlsmooch]

the alley

sex worker!steve rogers x fem!reader

after being set up on a date with the sexiest hooker you've ever seen, you simply cannot wait to be fucked by him. smut, smut and more smut! 18+ 1.1k words.

It wasn’t your idea to hire a hooker. If you’d been given more than ten seconds to process the news that you were about to go on a date with one, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. But alas, your best friend had thrown your heels and your best dress right at you and pushed you out of the door and into a cab. 

What the fuck am I doing?

Okay, so maybe you were a little inexperienced in the sex department, and yes maybe you complained about it a lot but that didn’t mean you wanted to hire a hooker. After months of whining about how single and horny you were, your bestie had had enough. She had gone on Google and found the hottest prostitute she could find, and he was walking towards you right now. 

Steve Rogers. A 40-year-old New York native with breathtaking blue eyes and the face (and body) of a God. Watching the way his large thighs flexed with each step, you crossed your legs over one another and squeezed, hoping to relieve some of the tension that was bubbling up between them. 

As he slid his hands into his pockets, he laid his eyes on you for the first time. The picture that the agency had sent to his phone didn't do you justice at all. Sitting there all poised and perfect, a little black dress wrapped around your curves with your head in your hand. You were a vision of beauty. 

Steve tried to subtly adjust himself in his slacks as he neared the table, but he saw your eyes flutter towards his crotch briefly before meeting his again, now replaced with a blinding smile that made one of his own appear. He had never had a reaction like this to a customer before, after being in the business for as long as he had, you stopped feeling things. 

You stood slowly, taking time to pull down your dress so it met mid-thigh, but Steve was picturing what the skin above the hem looked like, felt like, tasted like… 

“Hi. I’m y/n.” You said, sticking your hand out in front of you as if you might be meeting a business associate. But he gently placed his hand in yours and introduced himself, which relaxed you immediately, ceasing you from thinking you had already embarrassed yourself. 

“I’m Steve, baby.” Oh, Jesus. “How you doing?” 

The deep timbre of his voice ran through you, causing your nipples to harden into soft peaks beneath the flimsy material of your dress and your already-sopping clit to throb painfully in your underwear. Out of everything that was going to happen tonight, you definitely didn’t expect to have such a strong reaction to a man you met ten seconds ago. 

You wanted to climb him like a tree, feel his hot wet tongue glide through your slick folds and work the orgasms out of you until your pussy was just a mess of cum. You wanted to feel his swollen cock gliding through your soaked walls, his balls slapping your clit with every rough thrust you endured. You needed to feel his lips suck on your neck, marking you as his own. 

It seemed to you, as Steve sat down opposite you, that maybe he was having similar imaginations to yours, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Steve’s were much rougher, almost carnal desires. 

His belt wrapped around your throat as he fucked into you from behind, watching himself disappear inside your tight holes. His hand encasing your throat as you bounced on top of him, the skin of your ass slapping painfully against his thighs. Bruises on your thighs and breasts. 

The two of you hadn’t even had time to start chit-chatting before you leaned over towards him and laid your intentions right out on the table,” Look, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve had sex, okay? I really really need it. Is there any way we can get out of here now?”

For a moment, Steve was taken aback by your forwardness, he was expecting to have to play the long game with you- compliments, passionate looks, the whole nine-yards. And yet here you were, begging him to fuck you. How could he say no to that?

“Your place? Or the alley outside?” He asked, standing up and taking ahold of your hand.

“Alley. It would take too long to get back to mine. And I need you inside me… now.”

The cold air greeted your bare skin as Steve yanked on the skirt of your dress, up and over your thong, showcasing the soft flesh that once lay underneath. His hand came into sharp contact with your ass, forcing a sweet gasp out from between your lips before his fingers made their way into your mouth. 

You sucked on them feverishly, imagining the head of his thick cock pushing at the back of your throat and choking you. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. What a good girl.”

Your dripping pussy clenched at the praise, slicking the inside of your thighs with your juices as he pulled your underwear to the side and bent you over. You could hear the buckle of his belt unlatching, the zipper of his trousers undoing and the cotton of his boxers shifting as he reached inside and pulled out his cock. 

With no warning at all, he pushed himself inside you and began thrusting roughly, splitting you in two with every movement. 

“Oh my god, Daddy.” It just slipped out, you couldn’t stop yourself. The title hung about in the air as he took the wet fingers from your mouth and ran them down your front to make contact with your clit.

He clutched your hair in his other hand, making your back arch more harshly. He relished in the way your ass bounced with every contact of his hips, the skin reddening as he fucked you deeper and deeper. 

“Daddy, huh?” He said, quickening his brutal pace as he plunged inside you. Your cum started to leak out of you, the thick white cream dribbling down the length of his cock and onto the cold pavement beneath. “Fuck, sweetheart. You're squeezing me so tight, aren’t you? You gonna cum for your daddy, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please…” The rest of your sentence was cut off, your silent scream of pleasure taking the words right out of your mouth. Your jaw dropped open and your head fell back into his chest, he kissed your forehead tenderly- a moment of peace before he hastened the rhythm of his thrusts again, chasing his orgasm. 

But you never felt the warm release of his cum inside you, he instead pulled out and forced you onto your knees in front of him. You felt it hit your tongue, the heavy liquid filling your mouth and coating your rosy cheeks- Steve thought it only added to your beauty.

“Such a beautiful girl. Did you like that, baby?”

Swallowing the cum, you smiled an innocent smile up at Steve, puckering your lips sweetly, asking for a kiss. “Yes, daddy.” 

As he leaned down to let your lips meet, he grabbed you by the jaw and brought you closer, before allowing the satisfying contact to take place between you. He kissed you for what felt like hours, driving his tongue into your mouth and sucking on yours. 

“We’ll have to do this again, baby.”

[ramu-ego]

Yo ramu i saw your latest post about ego and it made we wonder how he would as a dom you don’t gotta answer btw 😏

(nsfw) THE EGOIST DOMMING :: fem!Reader

the only sub reader you'll ever see from me bc this man has me under lock and key like it's unreal 😩 ♡ -askbox open cw: fem!Reader, sub!Reader, bdsm dynamics, sexual themes, unedited word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Jinpachi Ego

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

big talk and calculated action - full lazy dom

he's not interested in expending inordinate amounts of energy to "tame" a sub so brats are for the most part not his thing

not to see he doesn't enjoy a little cheekiness in the moment

greedy greedy greedy man

has a bit of a....backwards way of thinking though in terms of fulfilling his greedy egotistical nature

he wants the best and by any means does what he needs to to get it that way

Ego wants you sopping wet and clenching around his dick like a personal cock sleeve and really the only way to achieve that is to overstim you to the point of perfection for him

accidental service top but don't tell him

he thinks little of your pleasure but it comes so naturally bc the wetter, tighter and eager you are to please him well- then he's in a gluttons heaven

not a fan of elaborate positions or too many things that might force him to break a sweat

sees no issue with tucking you under his desk to leave you to nurse on his cock while he works diligently on what he wants to

but also demands a break every now and then from doing the same thing so nothing spices it up like putting you in that chair and fingering you until his seat is sopping wet so he can belittle you a little bit for making a mess

that he has no intention of cleaning up himself either

loves to waste company time, money and resources to fuck you on the clock at Blue Lock

its honestly probably a kink at this point

control through skirting the edge of utter dehumanizing degradation and just enough praise to keep you in line wanting more of his praise

he's very good with his words

if that's not enough he's not above fucking you to the point of tears and quite enjoys the unraveling of the human mind when confronted with so much pleasure

you on top is almost always his go to position and he doesn't care if you already came on his fingers because that was just prep for his main course

leaves him free to lay back and enjoy with minimal effort as well as double down and hold you still to fuck you senseless if he doesn't like how you're doing it

not so secret breeding kink

one that's worsened at Blue Lock when he's mentoring all those youngsters

loves the humiliation of you cumming to quick or watching your body betray you for what he wants from it

full of taunts and quips about how you're his and his alone - extremely possessive

you're at his beck and call but it's hard to see it as a bad thing when he can leave you fucked out of your mind from a quickie in the office or a full fledged fuck in those cramped little sleeping arrangements

and you bet your ass he's threatened to record you while he fucks you just to get your reaction