#losing it. JUUUUST LOSING IT

[daincrediblegg]

Shy-ish anon from before here ! Was skimming thru some posts I missed in ur Lady Terror tag and saw those gorgeous dresses (I’m literally so jealous of anyone who had worn them when they were in fashion ough they’re so elegant 💕💕) plus the sim u made of her which inspired me to draw her in one of those outfits (and maybe her in her junior ice master uniform who knows lolol😏)

With that being said u can expect to see some art from me p soon !! V excited ajfkskfksk >_<

HEY NONNIE WANT TO SEE HOW HARD I CAN CRY???!

No but for real holy SHIT????? oh my goodness I’m so hype??? WHAT???? dreams really do come true and people WANT to draw my oc and get invested in her even though I haven’t done anything (except a 50 page doc with all the important dialogue)????? YO!!!!

… how can I not return the favor??? By including some more caps of her I’ve been hoarding? You know, for reference 😉

[noelledeltarune]

WIP WEDNESDAY or as i like to call it 5:49 AM ON MONDAY

[whimsicalcotton]

5am feverish editing Go

[emeraldskylines]

i ain't afraid to say it. but i think that guy's time as a red lantern did more good for him mentally than being a green did. referring specifically to the times in which he agreed to wearing the ring and not.. that one.

[ambrostikal]

Man I've been so attached to Supporting Me lately. It's such a good song....a bop and it makes me emotional

[transmutationisms]

you’ve talked about the unquantifiability/immateriality of attention span - thinking about your recent posts against the concept of addition, do you think concepts like compulsion/willpower are measurable/material? thinking specifically in the context of like, a casino or a gacha game, which actively and successfully employ concrete tactics to encourage people to continue playing and discourage them from stopping without altering their autonomy. without overgeneralizing, what might be happening psychologically there - escapism via the adrenaline rush, or…?

it's honestly insane to me how often people mystify gambling like it has nothing to do with any other phenomenon by which people identify that they want something & then try to obtain it. when i run a race im particularly motivated when i reach the sign that says only 2km left, & i expend extra effort sprinting when the finish line is in sight. if im thirsty & someone says maybe there's free water down the hall, i get up & go there to find it. if i live in a society in which i need money to live, & someone says i can obtain a great deal of it by going to a windowless hotel & spinning a wheel, is it really particularly pathological of me to be tempted by the offer?

you can see the same type of behaviour in eg people who get way too invested in the PTA cakewalk or charity raffles or bingo night at the assisted living facility—but these activities are designed to offer limited opportunity for play, & relatively insignificant payouts, plus they're associated w/ middle class suburbanites whose spending habits prompt less social concern in general. gambling on the other hand is advertised to be incredibly opaque about what your actual odds of winning are, & designed so that even when you rationally know those odds you're still being inundated with tempting fantasies that your payout might be juuuust around the corner if you keep at it. it's not really bizarre to me that people respond to this (& to the fear of losing the monetary investment they've already made so far!) by continuing to play well past their means, & even past what they would find rationally acceptable if they were in a low-pressure environment with their material needs already met & with time to think through their decision. pathologising this behaviour as compulsion/addiction/lack of self-control is an incredibly convenient fiction that identifies a subset of the population as psychologically defective rather than identifying an economic mechanism that preys on people.

anyway no i also don't put stock in broader notions of compulsion/willpower, for basically the same reason: they're psychological stories that make people's attempts to obtain things they want/need into individual mental maladies, & specifically maladies framed around the idea of a constitutionally weak/degrading mental faculty of self-regulation. generally i find it much more fruitful to consider what needs aren't being met, & are instead manifesting in a subjective inability to direct one's own impulses/desires: for example, in the paradigmatic case, as a teenager i struggled with compulsions to count things & flick light switches & check door locks not because those objects were exerting some kind of nefarious control over my damaged brain but because i felt (was) unsafe & unprotected in other ways, & i was unable to address those needs due to the constraints of my circumstances, whereas turning the lights off was an action within my control that i was capable of performing. i may know that physically i need to eat more, but be worried about not having enough money to spend on food or about incurring social punishment if i'm perceived as excessively appetitive or if i gain weight: thus, i experience not-eating as an irresistible temptation even though i recognise it rationally as physically dangerous & misery-inducing. &c &c &c.

i fundamentally just don't believe actions we experience as 'compulsive' (particularly irresistible) are mysteriously so, any more than any other actions. indeed the compulsion logic is just tautological if you follow it to its end: every action i have ever taken in my entire life definitionally had to have been one i wanted to take, on some level & in some way, else i wouldn't have done them. yet somehow i do still talk about myself & others as moral agents possessed of self-determination, go figure.

[stoopidpigeonxx]

GGIVE US DIRTY TALK HEADCANNONS AND MY LIFE IS YOOOUUUURS

OKAY OKAY ANON JEEZ..... I'll do that for you <3 Cw; dirty talking, obviously, Jimmy being a bit of a dick NSFW UNDER THe CUT

Curly is sweet.

"You're so beautiful, baby.. " "Good boy/girl, just like that." "There you go, baby.. keep moaning like that for me." "Fuck, you're gonna make me lose it.." "I love you so much, my pretty angel.." "Ngh- oh fuck, baby, I'm gonna come.."

Jimmy is mean.

"Yeah, you like that? Bein' fucked like a proper slut?" "Jeez, you're gripping me like a goddamn cocksleeve.. guess that's what you're meant to be." "Yeah, keep sobbing for me, babe. Show me how good you feel." "Fuck- take it, whore-! Take my cock like you're meant to.." "Shhit- gonna come n' fill this pretty lil' hole up.." "Quiet down, dolly, the neighbors are gonna hear how much of a whore you are."

Daisuke is a blabbermouth.

"Oh my god, baby, fuck, y'feel so good, holy shit-.." "Fuuuck, I can't, m'not gonna last.." "Jeeesus you're so fucking tight- you're gripping my dick like a vice, babe, shit-!" "oh fuuuhck- m'coming, gonna come, oh my god.." "Please let me come inside, please, baby.. lemme fill you up..!"

Anya is gentle.

"You're doing so good, honey.. I'm so proud.." "Mm, that's good.. like that." "Ohh.. right there, please, that's good.." "You're beautiful, darling.." "C-coming..!"

Swansea is rough.

"Mhmm. Proud of you, hon for taking it so well.." "There you go, juuuust like that." "You enjoyin' yourself, darlin'?" "Keep doin' that and you're gonna make me go quick.." "Ooh, that's good. Keep doin' that."

[seattlesellie]

Reader getting a little embarrassed bc Ellie's strap won't fit?

Sorry of that's too much

perfect fit. ♡

screaming crying losing my mind. what a perf excuse to use “ill make it fit”

She’d be on top of you, forehead lightly pressed onto yours. You feel her pouty, somewhat chapped lips ghosting over your own, then lightly and delicately pecking the corner of your mouth. It’s one of your favorite types of kisses, makes you melt into the mattress, heavenly sigh, tremble within her touch. The warmth of her breath caresses your skin, a gentle zephyr of intimacy, of being so close. She looks at you so fucking intently, concentrated, fixated, scarred brows knit together and god, you love that little serious line that forms in between them.

The best way to describe her gaze, the most accurate one, would be to say that she looks at you as if she’s studying, genuinely attempting to take in every little gasp that you let out, eager to decipher every subtle nuance of your existencet, every single blink of your eyelids.

Ellie lowers her hand down from your cheek to the base of her strap on, caressing it upon your soaking, gushing slit. When you moan as a result of its bulbous tip hitting the hood of your clit, then your clit itself, Ellie smirks like an asshole. "I can just keep going like that if you want me to”, she whispers, meaning she knows she could make your pussy cum from just rubbing her cock all over its folds. You shake your head no, because as much as you know that it’s true, you yearn for her inside of you, for that intimacy of getting fucked deep with something she treats as if was her own. Ellie chuckles. “What do you want then, babe?” she coos lowly, continuously hitting that sweet spot above your clit that makes you whine, and her grunt.

You attempt to grab the back of her neck and bring her closer to you, to push her in somehow, but you’re too overwhelmed by everything, your hand ends up falling on the mattress and landing with a small thud. You whine, “Ellie…”, she smirks, moistening her bottom lip and slightly pushing the tip in, so it hangs juuuust a tiny bit away from being inside of your hole. “Inside?” she murmurs, never failing to add that teasing “yeah?” of a raspy coo.

You eagerly nod, she loves it when you do that — so fucking pliant, she stops you mid nod for a kiss that leaves the two of you breathless, tongues dancing a nasty, wet, sinful rhythm within the realm of your hot mouth. She leaves your lips with a loud smack. Your lips are swollen, a pout that kills, how could she ever concentrate on something else in her life?

She’d be absolutely lying if she said she didn’t have daydreams (and nightdreams) of your tight cunt stretched out by her cock, of seeing that pretty clit poking and peaking from the top of your pussy, of watching and taking in the sight of the stretch, the way it’ll slide up and down so easily because of how wet you get.

Unfortunately, Ellie did not take the tightness of yourself in consideration. She picked and packed a nine incher, deep blue and veiny, a bold choice, a goddamn cocky one.

You grab her sleek bicep and dent her skin with your nails, she hisses. You’re actually soaking, a pretty clear pool of heavenly nectar formed on the bedsheet, inside the seam of your ass. Your tiny whimpers are shaky and breathy and ever so desperate, egging Ellie on. “please…” you beg even under no command to do so. “Want it that bad?” teases Ellie, but with how desperate she has become, it sounds more like a plea, begging to please tell her how bad.

“need it inside, ellie, n-need you inside”

"Mhm", she hums softly, eyelids descending languidly, surrendering to the ecstasy of hearing your voice. “M’gonna fuck you” — god, you love it when she tells it like it is.

Pampering your cheeks with desperate, wet little kisses like raindrops, she pushes the tip in further, but… it won’t go inside. It’s blocked, your narrow hole begins to burn, redden, eyesight going out of focus, everything fading into a hazy abstraction. “Babe, it won’t…” she murmurs and attempts to fuck herself inside again. “Fuck, t'wont go in”

Your heart quickens its rhythm, a pulsating drumbeat beneath your chest, as you instinctively shut your eyes and, with a mix of embarrassment and restraint, gently bite down on your lip. You spread your thighs even further, attempting to somehow give her more space for movement, she pushes in again, you wince. “Owh, Ellie… owh”

You don't quite know if you're more embarrassed, or more pissed off. Your hole pulsates and yearns for a taste of her dick, but it hurts, and this feeling bubbles up inside your chest — This actual fear of disappointment, of not being good enough like her previous partners, of being or feeling too fragile, too inexperienced. You can't help but scan your eyes over her face, looking for a sign that will tell you that you're right, that you have disappointed her or worse, but before you manage to find it —

“Ffffuuuhck” she exasperates breathily. She strokes your cheeks with her thumb, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes dart over your form, muscles of her jaw tightly clenched. "Don't wanna hurt you", She murmurs and her voice is so sweet, "Can jus' use my fingers, yeah?"

“No, please" you sob, "I’m— fuck, i’m too tight!” your voice is a whine, an actual tear leaking from the corner of your eye, chin wobbling. Ellie’s so fucking torn because poor you, and she knows it hurts — she doesn’t want to hurt you, ever — but hearing those words fall from your lips… it’s hard not to buck her hips inwards and make you take it, miss “too tight”

“This is so… m'sorry” you actually sob, sniffling and avoiding her loving gaze, and maybe if you’d look — instead of letting your embarrassment wash over you and be a murky presence in your mind, your tears might have faltered. “S’not gonna fit”, your chest heaves. Ellie wipes a tear away — from your cheek, from the corners of your eyes, she considers comforting you, telling you to never apologize for anything, ever again, but she's sensible and rational and knows what do to next, to actually stop your tears from falling.

“babe?”, she huskily murmurs. You hum back, holding onto another choked sob.

“I’ll make it fit”

“Know I will”

[smallestapplin]

hello can you do, Yandere Getaway, Drift and Rodimus x Cybertronian fem reader, can it be Smut

*breathes deeply* I'm so normal about this. How did you know Roddy is my weakness?-

Warning : toxic behavior, Rodimus has ADHD, smut so MDNI, kidnapping, possessiveness, thoughts of harm. I did my best, I hope you enjoy! ^^

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Rodimus

- as the newest member of the Lost Light, you didn't really know about all the mini groups inside the ship, nor know how Rodimus gets treated (even if he deserves some of the lectures Ultra Magnus gives him.)

- He was a welcoming captain, and quite fun too! But you notice how he works or lack there of, how easily distracted he gets, how he tries but it doesn't seem to get him anywhere. You just wanted to try and help, even if you were just a simple bridge tech.

- It was your kindness that got his attention, when you first entered his office ready to report on how the ship has been fairing, you handed him the papers and an extra gift.

- His optics widen at the sight of a single handed spinning toy.

- "What's this?"

- "Oh, that, well I noticed you have trouble focusing on your work as being still seems to be a problem. So I figured a you'd do well with an object to mess with while you do so."

- You picked up his mannerisms quickly, but instead of just yelling at him to stop and focus, you...actually wanted to help him work?

- "Sir? I'm sorry if i over stepped, i didn't-"

- "Wanna grab lunch with me later? I know juuuust the place to chill." his smile is infectious, how could you say no?

- Rodimus latches onto you, becoming your second shadow and attached at the hip to you, if he wasn't working then he was with you, if no one could find him then he was with you.

- ultra Magnus asks for your secert, since he's never seen Rodimus work so quickly and efficiently. but you don't really have one, you just find ways to help him focus and praise him for doing so, and he just latched onto you.

- tragically no one seems to be able to get a word with you without Rodimus butting in putting space between you and whoever you were speaking too. ratchet has yelled at him to frag off more times than he can count, when just trying to patch you up. but all Rodimus does his whine and make grabby servos at you, cause he's just sooo worried.

- it's cute, at least at first.

- but he's overwhelming, he gets huffy and pissy when dragged away from you, he pouts and sulks whenever you speak to anyone else, you're his favorite bot so he should be yours too, right?

- you don't have a chance to make any friends on the lost light, all you have is Rodimus.

- he always surprises you while you work, always coming up behind you and resting his helm on your shoulder and nuzzling into you, giggling and speaking of how much he missed you and how boring the meeting was.

- it's hard to see him for what he really was.

- you think he loves you, and while he does it goes deeper than that, so, so much deeper, he's infatuated, smitten, obsessed.

- you're all he can think about, you're all his wants, he can't stand anyone else having your attention, it should just be him, him, him!

- you know you should say no when he asks you out, he's your captain, your superior, he place on the ship holds too much power over you. but it's Roddy, he's done so much for you and you do care deeply about him, surely it wouldn't hurt to give it a try?

"R-Roddy, slow-mm!- slow down!!"

You place a servo over your intake trying to muffle your sounds, not wanting anyone to pass by your habsuite to hear you getting fragged by your captain. You don't know what caused him to barge in and pin you to your berth, though you aren't complaining.

Rodimus buries his face into your neck, trying to lose himself into your valve, into your scent! But all he keeps thinking of is how you are his, not that stupid med bot who loved chatting you up! and you just let him, you indulged him when you have a perfectly good bot right here!

The dangers of Rodimus is his fragile ego.

Your voice cracks into static, as liquid fills your optics. It's too much, his spike keeps thrusting inside you so deeply, as if he's trying to mold your valve into the shape of him.

Your free servo grips his shoulder, trying desperately to hold him close. Your body trembles as his glossa licks up your neck cables before biting into them. You go still, shrieking into your servo, while you overload, your transfluid soaking his spike.

"You're mine, right? My sweetspark, gotta remind you I'm the only one who can frag you like this." Rodimus ex-vents sharply.

You overloaded so hard, you seem so out of it, surely you won't notice him opening your spark chamber, right? He could sparkbond with you right now and then you'll never leave him.

He can't stop rutting his hips into yours, needing more, needing to be closer, needing to feel you overload again and again! He never wants to stop, never wants you off his spike!

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Drift

- Out of the three Drift is self aware and knows what he feels for you is anything but healthy, you deserve an adoring, loving, and respectful relationship that he knows he can't give you.

- But that doesn't stop him, he feels so guilty about it but he needs you by his side, needs you clinging to him like he wishes to cling to you, he needs to be the only bot in your life.

- He tries to fight the dark thoughts, he swore to never kill again but Prowl is making it hard when even speaking to you. Drift doesn't want to harm his crew members but the demons inside him want to tear everyone to shreds to make an example out of them, that this would be anyones fate for speaking to you.

- Your kindness doesn't help either, normally you stick to yourself but happily talk when others approach you first, you don't like being rude, so you tell him.

- He was the first one to approach you and form a bond. He's your go to for nearly everything, he has a lot of stories and a lot of wisdom from those stories, it's hard not to ask for his opinion on anything.

- You ask his opinions on other crew members, and he always tells you the truth, giving you their worst traits first just so you're more likely to stay away from them. The only ones he couldn't make you stay away from were First aid and Ratchet, he wanted you to trust your medics and not fear going to them when needed.

- He doesn't like it, though. But all is well, as you play right into his servos. He feels so bad abusing your trust like this, but he can't risk losing you to anyone!

- "Apologies my little light, I don't mean to alarm you of anyone."

- "No no, it's fine, really! I'm just happy you're honest with me. I trust your judgment."

- The smile on your faceplate is one he wants to protect and keep for himself, he can't let anyone realize how precious you are, lest they want you fr themselves.

- Despite your courtship being short he can't help but ask to be bonded to you, this way your tie to him is permanent. He needs you.

"Drift, are you sure about this?" Your faceplate flushed blue from the energon coursing through you.

You look so bashful, it has his spark pumping. Drift smiles from his spot between your legs, gently running his servos up and down your inner thighs. Out of everyone he's the most gentle and loving.

"We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

You believe him, you truly do, but it's hard to take his words seriously when you can see his spike twitching and valve leaking from here. You take a few shaky breaths, before leaning back on your elbows.

The room fills with the sound of your modesty plate being tucked away, and Drift's heavy breathing. All that kissing and gabbing eariler seems to have done a number on you, your valve is leaking transfluid, and your node just begging to touched.

"You are such a beautiful sight..." drift sighs, trailing off to wipe the drool coming from his intake.

You whimper, squeezing your optics shut just from his words alone. It's so embarrassing, and to have his face so close to your valve is not something you think you can handle right now.

You tense up, body trembling just from the wet kiss Drift places on your node. His servos gripping your thighs to hold you down, stopping you from squirming in his grasp. He's so gentle with you, even as his optics roll back from just the taste of your juices, drowning him in your scent.

You toss your helm back, back arching with a whine feeling your lover's glossa pushing into your valve, fragging you with it. Drift can't stop moving his hips, rutting against the berth, mindless from you.

'D-drift! Mm!..haaa, oh, oohh frag!" You place your servos over his, desperate to just hold him and be close.

You make him overload so easily, now if he can just do the same to you.

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Getaway

- Getaway is a tricky one, not even his closest 'friends' know how he truly is, though he is passionate about his beliefs. He usually has everyone believing he's a cool dude and chill crew member, some find him annoying but nothing to worry about, right?

- Then there is you, you, you , you.

- You saw right through him, you have no evidence, nothing to call him out on, but the vibes he gives off have you on edge, and you make your distaste for him known. But cutely enough you never let it get in between work.

- Always so civil with him, always bare minium polite and nothing more, always shooing him away and out of your office the second what he's there for is over with. You're breaking his spark, you know?

- He always finds a way to bother you, chatting you up, nd trying to sweeten you up, but it never works.

- Why does he want you so badlt? He has most of the ship chill with him, what makes a difference if one bot doesn't like him? He asked himself that a lot, as most of the crew just chalked it up to conflicting personalities and left it to that, after all not ever bot is going to get along, and that's okay! But it wasn't okay, not for him.

- At first it was just to prove a point, just to show no one can resist his charm, but you never caved, in fact if anything it just made you loathe him more.

- "I don't know how muc clearer I can be, I have told you time and time again to stop bothering me outside of work reason. Is your life and friends so miserable and dull that this is your only entertainment?"

- The venom in your voice just made him want you ee=ven more.

- You never caved to him, never gave him the time of day, it made him crazy.

- He knew your schedule like the back of his servo, knew when you took breaks, got lunch, paused to stretch, your places to be, even the code to get into your habsuite!

- You became his obsession, his need, he wanted you, needed you, and your refusal just makes his need that much deeper. You take over his every waking thought, you are his everything and he needs you to like him, to want him just the same!

- Maybe things could've been different, maybe then you wouldn't have been taken by him in the middle of a cycle. He has to keep you to himself, after all it's only a matter of him before he completes his mission or gets found out, and he doesn't want to lose you.

"Why do you keep resisting me? How many times must I tell you I love you before you accept it?" Getaway places a servo on your cheek, only for you to thrash, getting his touch off of you.

Even tied up and gagged you still refuse him. You care at him, optics shining with a deep seeded fire. How you can still look so beautiful, even while wishing him dead his beyond him, but he can't help it.

"Even now you refuse me. I want to bond our sparks, to wed you, have you join me and my cause, and you still don't budge."

Silence fills in the air. His optics on yours, neither of you caving or looking away from the others.

"Even so filled with rage, I can't help but adore you. Keep looking at me, even if it's with hatred, I never want you to look at another. You are my sweetspark, and mine alone, got it?"

He can only hide you for so long you're sure of it, he can't keep you forever and you will make sure to be free and tell the crew to their face you were right all along. It's the only thing keep you motivated to stay strong.

To now cower or fall for his flowery words.

But how long can you truly last?

You know he's not above causing harm, or even killing someone, he might even try to flip the story on you if you don't play your cards right.

[harumeowsaboo]

ft. gn! reader, fluff, relationship isn't really specified but it's romantic, not beta-read; based on some lines from trust events, this man is too cute for me not to try and write a few things for him although it's almost dawn.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this."

His hand covered his mouth, golden eyes narrowed like they were holding back tears as Harumasa stared at you... and the purring cat on your lap.

"I went through all the trouble of trimming its claws so you wouldn't get scratched... And look! It's acting like you've been the one buying its food and toys all this time! Traitor."

Said traitor nuzzled your hand, its purring intensifying when your fingers gently scratched behind the feline's ears. You shook your head with an amused smile at his antics, watching as the raven-haired man took a seat beside you on the touch, a pout on his face while he stared at the kitten.

"What can I say? I have a talent." The cat let out a little meow as if agreeing to your words, before it got more comfortable on your lap, furry head against your stomach.

"So unfair. Maybe your lap is comfier than mine?" He reached over with a hand to pet the kitten, who opened an eye to send a lazy look at its owner before hiding its face against you. Harumasa sighed. "Look! It's ignoring me."

"I'm sure it's just this friendly because you've been taking care of it so well." Although knowing his luck with the animals, that probably wasn't completely truth. "Now c'mon! I didn't bring a movie all the way here to not watch it!"

"Uuugh, you're making a sick, fragile person like me stand up just to put on a movie? I didn't know you were so heartless..." A laugh broke his pitiful tone when he noticed your unamused stare. "Alright, alright. Since I'm a wonderful host, I'll grab some snacks too."

With a movie playing on the TV —a comedy, not the best, but one that you thought he would enjoy— and sharing snacks, time passed quickly. Harumasa's laugh was light, quite easy to provoke even if the jokes were bad, and yet you'd find yourself distracted from the screen every time you heard it.

His eyes wouldn't take long to find yours, a slight tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow silently asking if something was wrong, and you'd look away after shaking your head. You could chalk it up to simply wanting to see his reaction and not being too interested in the movie yourself due to having seen it before, but you knew it would be a lie.

Thankfully, Harumasa didn't say anything, maybe deciding to save you from the teasing this time. It wasn't the first time he caught you staring at his face, after all.

By the time the credits rolled, the kitten had grown bored of laying on your thighs, jumping down to go play or take a nap somewhere else. The man sitting by your side stretched his arms over his head with a groan.

"That was good, but laughing so hard tired me out." He yawned. "I might just take a little nap... Hm, wouldn't this be a good time to test if my theory of your lap being comfier is true?"

"What?" You blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up when you heard him chuckle at your reaction. "...It wouldn't even be an efficient test if you can't compare it to your own."

"Ah, you caught me." You decided not to think too hard about what he meant, but did that mean that he actually wanted to sleep on your lap? "Still, you'll lend me your shoulder for a bit, won't you? Juuuust for a little nap. Why don't you take one too? Don't worry about losing track of time, I'll make sure you get home safe and sound, I'm a very reliable person, aren't I?"

"And you can't sleep on your bed or bring a pillow because...?"

"Both are so far away! What if I fall asleep on the way and hit my head against the floor? That'd be terrible."

You rolled your eyes, still a little flustered, but didn't move away when Harumasa rested his head against your shoulder, the two of you managing to find a position that was relatively comfortable.

In the end, you did actually end up falling asleep with your head on top of his, and woke up when it was already dark outside. Luckily, you had a very capable member of Section 6 to accompany you home.

When Harumasa got back to his own place, he noticed that you forgot to take the movie back with you... Oh, well, that just meant you'd have to come back another day, since he'll most likely forget to bring it to you.

[uzurakis]

Thoughts on first kiss with nagumo?

it would be an accident, at least that’s what you think but it was all planned for him. you know nagumo is the kind of guy who never misses an opportunity to prank you or make a joke at your expense.. it goes far beyond your imagination sometimes. he can and will trick you into anything, fooling you into simple kiss won’t a big deal for him.

“how ‘bout a game?”

“huh?” you roll your eyes, knowing he’s up to something. “what kind of game this time?”

“how about we see who can get closest to the other’s face without actually touching?”

“the fuck? that’s a weird game, nagumo.” you say as your brows furrows.

he shrugs, still grinning. “come on, it’ll be fun. and it’ll pass the time.”

you agree, sighing, thinking nothing bad can come of it. your faces are getting closer as you lean in towards one another. you’re both trying not to laugh, the proximity making you slightly dizzy.

“hmm, closer,” he whispers, his breath warm on your face.

you squint, focusing on the tiny distance between your noses. “this is ridiculous,” you murmur.

“juuuust a lil’ more…”

suddenly, a loud noise startles you both; a cat knocking over a stack of crates in the corner. you jump, losing your balance, and your lips crash into his.

you pull back quickly, eyes wide. “nagumo! what the hell?”

he’s laughing, a genuine, hearty laugh that you don’t hear often. “that was soo priceless!” he says, wiping a tear from his eye.

but you’re flustered, cheeks burning in heat because.. what the fuck? you guys just kissed? “that was an accident!”

“suuuure it was,” he teases, leaning back against the wall, still chuckling.

“wait a second… did you plan that?”

he puts on an exaggerated innocent face. “who, me? i would never!”

you groan, walking away from him. “i don’t want to see your face again. get out of my sight.”

nagumo just shrugs, a satisfied grin on his face as he shouts from behind, “but that won’t change the fact you kissed me!”

[thegnomelord]

I have had a thought.

What if dragons purr when you rub their horns..

Dragon!Price x Gaz and/or Nikolai,,,

Hehdhehehe

Hmmm, I don't usually write character x character but i'll give it a try so tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, Price x Gaz, horn rubbing, purring, monster cod au, soft short and sweet. 1224 words. Cross posted to Ao3

Kyle is a good soldier. Strong. Competent. Reliable. Though the fears of losing him on every mission still linger, they're eased by the fact that Price never has to worry that his sergeant will stumble in those crucial moments when a second of hesitation can be the difference between life and death. Never has to worry that his Gaz will think of himself as expendable and rush into the hailstorm of bullets. . .

Kyle is also a menace.

Especially when he's perched on his desk and giving John the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "Please, captain, just one time?" The imp of a harpy even has the gall to flutter his eyes, looking at him through his lashes because he knows how the light of the setting sun hits his eyes juuuust right to make the brown glitter like gold and amber jewels.

"Kyle." Price stresses. This really isn't the time to indulge his sergeant's need for mischief when he's got a week's worth of backlogged paperwork to go through.

"Sir." Kyle throws his tone back at him, but the way the word rolls off his tongue and he adds the smallest chirp to the end of it makes something inside him stir. "Come on mate, I promise it'll only take five minutes." Kyle's wings spread out so he can display the shininess of his feathers - peacocking transcends species it seems - the mundane dark color turned to that of rich obsidian by the sun.

"It never takes just 'five minutes'." He tries to argue, but the usual commanding rumble in his voice is gone. Price knows he's fighting a losing battle from the way his fingers itch for him to burry them into the smooth feathers and preen Kyle's wings until his treasure croons.

Kyle knows this. He's unable to hide the arrogant look in his eyes when he bites his bottom lip and leans back, muscles tensing, because he knows how such a display of his body will make John's eyes automatically roam across his hard earned muscles. "Pretty please." Kyle says, tail feathers gently twitching side to side.

Both of them know Price never stood a chance.

"That was dirty." John sighs, dejected by his own weakness. The distance between them is small, but Price purposely takes slow steps. Kyle eagerly scoots back on the desk and spreads his legs for John to fit between, hands raising to hold his biceps as Price braces his palms against the desk next to Kyle's hips.

Kyle snorts. "As if you've never stooped lower cap." He spreads his wings to wrap around Price, soft feathered wing wrists bumping against his back.

John just growls lowly in response. He doesn't resist his body's natural desire to reciprocate, to reaffirm the claim over his hoard. The atrophied muscles on his right side still ache with phantom pain after all this time, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his one remaining wing around Kyle. The combination of their wings acts as a shroud from the rest of the world, soft feathers brushing against his green scales and their scents mixing together.

Price treasures these little moments.

The peace only lasts for a few seconds before Kyle ruins it with a grin. "Now come on, give me your horns." He says, not even bothering for Price to tilt his head before Kyle's clever fingers rise up his arms to cup his face, inching closer to where his horns grow out of his skull.

Price promises to himself to hunt down and shoot whichever wanker posted the '101 ways to make a dragon purr like a kitty' on the internet. Ever since Kyle found that blasted instruction manual he's been trying to go through the entire list to verify the information. Price had seen the article in question and had nearly choked when he'd read that the author thought pulling on a dragon's tail could get them any other reaction than an immediate bisection—

Kyle's impatient fingers still just enough to gently scratch the bumpy base of his scalp around the horns. It tingles, and Price isn't able to tell if the tingling sensation is of the good kind or a bad. A small sound rolls from his throat, but that doesn't satisfy Kyle.

"Come on John, sing for me." Kyle repeats the words Price tells him when he's preening him, voice light and just at the edge of taunting. Keeping one hand around his base, Kyle slides the palm of his other hand up the hard bone until he reaches the natural curve of Price's horn. He squeezes gently and moves his hand like he's jerking him off.

"O-oh." Price is grateful he's bracing against the desk because his legs go weak. The sensation of his palm and the pressure of his hand is neither good nor bad, just unfiltered feeling that his brain can't even begin to handle, so it shoots it down his spine like lightning. The buzz of sensation catches on every vertebra and makes his wing quiver, forces his tail to wag like he's some lost puppy.

"Not what I was expecting." Kyle confesses. Price can't see the surprise and wonder on his face as John's eyes close automatically. His head tips forward to rest his forehead on Gaz's chest, brawny biceps tensing to just support his weight and claws digging into the desk with enough force to tear through the wood.

Kyle moves his hands so he's holding Price's horns in both hands. The pale green horns are smooth under his palms besides the occasional scratch or chip in them. Kyle moves his hands with slowly and methodically, changing the pressure he uses on every stroke and paying special attention to the sharp tips of his horns.

That's all it takes to turn John's chest into an geriatric engine. Price manages to groan and mumble a curse under his breath before the only sound leaving his lips is the deep baritone purr. There's no way of stopping it; If Price was in a better mind he would question why the gentle stroking of his horns has him feeling like a puddle of goo but his brain is completely fried from the sensation.

Kyle has heard him purr before but this is different. All the other times his purrs would always be throaty and quiet. Now it feels like the sound is coming straight from the bottom of his chest and, fuck, Kyle can feel it, feel the rumble shake his ribs and the desk beneath him. The sound is loud and unpolished and so raw Gaz feels naked just hearing it.

Kyle can feel his heard beating a mile a minute, his surprise making his hands still just long enough for Price to look up at him. Kyle could die happy after seeing how fucked out Price looks — pupils dilated to the size of plates, panting, red faced, so open and unguarded. Comfortable. With him.

"You've been holding out on me John." Kyle smiles softly, starting to stroke his horns again.

Price purrs even louder, his tail curling around Kyle's leg, managing to pull the claws of one hand from the desk to grip Kyle's thigh and pull him closer, draconic hind-brain desperately seeking to get more of that gluttonous pleasure from Kyle's hands.

Safe to say they take longer than five minutes.

[princessbrunette]

john b has a staring problem. its not often his mind isn’t racing to disgusting territories, but he’s got the most innocent face — and plus he’s the best at controlling his impulses, so you’d never know.

he was your friend, so he shouldn’t be having these thoughts about you. however — he was so handsome that you both knew he’d get away with it. it was a morbid thought, but you’d always told him that if he was a serial killer he’d be the type to fly under the radar merely due to his prince like appearance. john b took that as flirting. john b took that as you’d let him fold you like a pretzel. luckily for you he wasn’t a serial killer. the only thing john b wanted to kill was your ability to sit down for a couple of days.

he couldn’t help the staring, not when you looked like that — when you looked at him like that. everytime you’d gaze up at him through your lashes, giving him the doe eyes his lip would curl up and his eyes would glaze over just a little bit — thinking about whether or not you’d give him that same look if you were to sink down to your knees, eager to suck him off.

he’d always considered himself a lover boy, and he was — these feelings going way deeper than just sexual. that being said, everytime your brow would crinkle in stress he’d furrow his own brows sympathetically. not because he was a total empath, but because he knew the solution was so simple — being to let him hold your legs open and rub your little clit in circles until you forget your own name.

you were sweet by nature, it was why he liked you — but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hold your own. on grumpier days, you’d have a little attitude — and truthfully he’d love it, grinning happily to himself because it gave him permission to fantasise about stuffing his thick fingers down your throat, cooing in your ear about how it’s ‘not nice to talk to daddy like that, okay pup?’ until your attitude vanishes.

he didn’t want to objectify you completely, no — like mentioned, you were his friend. he respected you. but at the end of the day, he’s a guy — a guy who just can’t help but notice the way your tits bounce a little in your shirt when you pull yourself closer to the table at the chateau by the chair. he doesn’t feel too bad about gawking, he’s pretty sure everyone notices — even jj has the audacity to let his eyes linger on your chest without your knowledge, which makes john b ball up his fist. instead of staying with the irritation — he loses himself to a fantasy. a question of whether you could bounce on his cock, making your tits move just like that. he questioned whether you could take his cock at all, self aware of the obscene size of it. he adjusts himself at the table at the thought of you mewling at being split open, begging him to make it fit.

for john b, the best part of thinking was the assurance that there was no way for anyone around you to know what was going on inside your head. a peaceful escape for him to drop the gentleman act and be as nasty as he wanted.

you had noticed the staring problem though, and would often ask “what you lookin’ at john b?” with that cute little smile — to which he’d always respond — “oh nothing. juuuust thinking.” in that deep croony voice that brought you so much comfort. his answer was technically the truth. he was just thinking, thinking about all the possibilities your pretty body had to offer.

[medullamindset]

what about Daisuke with a reader who is a cat owner? /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ ｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

YAYY!! most of these are just silly lil notes/drabbles(?) but i have a oneshot i wrote aswell if anybodys interested (❁´◡`❁)

(it was gonna be included in this post but it ended up much longer than i anticipated (T . T) )

Also the cats stand-in name is Steve so it doesn't get confusing lmao

�� • As much as he'll claim hes a dog person, Daisuke loves cats. Like he just LOVES them, especially the really soft and cuddly ones (◕‿◕)♡

✿ • ALWAYS wants to see pictures, u even have to ask?

✿ • Plucks cat hairs from your shirt on instinct when you're talking. It's not that he isn't paying attention, cuz he is. Keep talking <3

✿ • He is so exited to get to meet Steve when u start dating, at first she is kinda aloof but the more serious your relationship gets the more used to his presense she gets.

✿ • Gets a little jealous in the early stages of your relationship tho. Those mornings when hes woken up by your giggles, looking over to see your back turned to him. He sits up ever so slightly to see what you're giggling about.

And it's your fucking cat, licking your chin affectionately and placing a fuzzy paw over your mouth as if to shush you.

It should be him!! It should be Daisuke kissing your face all over, the room echoing with both your giggles.

He turns over with a deep sigh that catches your attention. You turn on your back with a grin.

"Good morning, baby." You rasp, dragging your knuckles over his back affectionately.

"No. Just morning." He mumbles, making you frown.

"What's wrong?" You ask, trying too peek over his shoulder to see his face.

"What's wrong is i've been replaced by a fucking cat! Im third wheeling in my own bed." He grumbles, lifting his shoulder so you can't see him. You roll your eyes at that, smirking in mock amusement.

"Okay, Daisuke." You deadpan, sitting up and dumping Steve on top of him. He splutters, his face covered with warm fur. "Hey!-"

"No morning nookie for you if you're gonna be upset with Steve! I'm seriously gonna have to get you two a get along shirt." You reckon as you pick up random articles of clothing from the floor and put them on.

"Don't you dare." He points a stern finger at you, the forbidding action betrayed by his worried tone.

You did. :)

^ my artistic rendition <3 man i love MS Paint

✿ • They end up loving eachother tho, Steve rubbing herself against Daisuke's legs the second he stands still around the apartment.

✿ • Jumping up on his chest when hes playing his Game Kid on the couch, one hand scratching at her butt juuuust right, above her tail just where she likes it. The kitty revving like an engine while she kneads on his sternum.

Her claws are agony but he smiles through the pain.

✿ • He knows the rules. You don't move with a cat on your lap.

"Babe, can you come help me with something?" You call out from the kitchen as you whisk.

Daisuke sits upright, pausing when Steve's ear twitches. "Uhhh, no!" He calls back.

"Fuck you mean 'no'?" You ask, genuine confusion in your tone. Since when does Daisuke not do what you ask? He practically kisses your feet. You peek into the livingroom.

Daisuke looks back at you, fingertips tickling her little head. You utter a knowing "Oooohhhhh.."

"..."

"In a bit?"

"Yeah,.. in a bit." he mutters, resuming his pets.

✿ • Loves it when you use a lint roller on him before going out. He'll stretch his arms out like Jesus on the cross and say "Lint roll me." in the most husky and seductive tone he can muster. tries to stiffle his giggles when you go over his stomach, it tickles like crazy.

✿ • Would definetly insist on getting Steve a harness so she can explore the outside world. Decides it was not a good idea when he almost loses her in a tree.

✿ • He sends you so many ugly pictures of your poor kitty. The 0.5 lens hates to see Daisuke coming.. And so does your cat. Sniffing the cam, pulling back her ears so her eyelids lift, videos of her pursing her lips while pooping, a blurry and demonic mid-yawn pic, a sped up video of Steve getting "the zoomies", You name it.

But you'll receive some very cute pics too. Steve bird watching during golden hour, loafing perfectly on Daisuke's stomach, curled up in a ball by his neck or on your pillow, or basking in the sunlight.

✿ • He meows back when she meows.

✿ • Leaves the nail trimming to you cuz he does NAWT wanna risk getting smacked. Swears he almost lost an eye once.

✿ • LoveLoveLOVES brushing her tho. He can sit on the floor for hours combing through Steve's fur. Rolls it into a big ball when hes done and places it on her sleeping head, sends u a picture of that too

Teehee

[melodic-haze]

Hellooo!!

I wanted to ask if you make content about Furina (I love your writing and Furina, so seeing that combined would be the BEST 😻) and if you do, could you write to needy!sub!Furina that after going through all that suffering for 500 years, she just want her girlfriend to take care of her and love her like she always needed?

Thank you!! :33

(and sorry for the bad English 😭)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Furina x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: None

☆ — NOTES: FIRSTLY THANK YOUUUU I'M FLATTERED YOU LOVE MY WRITING OMG???? And yes, I do make Furina content I love my silly thespian lesbian girlfailure :3 DON'T APOLOGISE DAWG your English isn't bad!!

I'd like you all to know I converted a Furina hater first of all with my extensive knowledge of ouji lolita clothing. But that's not what you wanted to see here

Being Furina's lover would be. Very much in need of constant attention, you right!!! Wish I could generalise it all but this is ME that's making this and ME making this means I have to actually Put My Mind into this 😭😭😭. Being in a relationship with her is NOT for the detached and the unavailable bc of just how needy she is

She's very! Attached to you! I think eventually she does learn to latch off and act independently without fear of losing the ones she loves (read: you), but it'd take a WHILE before she's at fully at peace with herself.......but rn she NEEDS to catch up on YEARS of intimacy

That DOES translate beyond a simple want for companionship however 😄

You wake up in the middle of the night to soft sounds from your beloved, whose back is turned towards you.

"'Rina..?" Your hands reached towards her in an attempt to let her know of your presence, "Babe, what's wrong?"

You see her shoulders still at your touch, her blanketed figure highlighted by the stream of moonlight escaping from the small gap between the curtains. You took it as a sign that perhaps touching her right now was a bad idea, so you draw your hand back.. but her hand darts to hold yours, squeezing desperately as she turns to look at you.

And oh, you could feel your heart shatter at the sight—tears streaming down her face, eyes glassy and a horrified expression that swiftly twists into relief at the sight of you.

What she says after breaks your heart even further as her voice cracks and loses its usual bravado, eyes meeting you and searching for something—reassurance, perhaps—in your moonlit gaze, "I'm not... This isn't a dream, right? You're-- you're here, I'm here, this is.. this is real. Please tell me this is real."

A former archon, no matter the authenticity, is pleading to you as if you were the god. Praying for some form of reassurance that she wasn't going to wake up cold and alone, doomed to be on the outside looking in as she performed and performed and performed for more times than she could ever possibly count.

"Yes. Yes, of--" You swallowed your initial response (saying that 'of course it's real' would do her no good), "I'm real. This is all real. And I am not going to let you go until you believe it yourself."

"I need-- I need to feel you, to know you're not just saying what I want to hear," her free hand frantically went underneath your shirt, grasping onto your waist as she ducked her head and mumbled into your collar. You could feel fresh tears dampen your skin.

"..Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"No, no, come on." You gently combed through your hair with her fingers, "Look at me."

No answer.

"Furina. Please."

..It takes a little bit, but she does end up following through.

"Are you completely sure? I don't want to do anything if--"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"..Okay." You moved above her, placing your knee in between her thighs, "But if you need me to stop or you want a break, do not keep quiet."

"Thank you."

NeedneedneedNEEEEED to take care of babyyyy :(((

She's veryyyyy needy PLEASE take care of her. NO rough sex this time, I need her to be treated juuuust like the girlprince that she is :((((( which means giving her so much love to the point where she CANNOT handle it❗️❗️ Poor girl doesn't know what to do when she's been basically in isolation for so long, only to now have someone so undeniably special to her REASSURING her that she's not going to be alone. If that meant overwhelming her and winding her up in the best possible way, well. Who's complaining, really 🤷‍♀️

Shower her in kisses, worship her body. She might be ticklish at first (which is good bc it distracts her :3), but then you get to more sensitive spots on her body and it has her bucking up into you, even tearing up at just how utterly devoted you're being to her

HOLD HER HANDS. OHMYGOD. Keep her laying down as you finger her, let her watch your desire for her translate to reality, let yourself feel just how close she wants you as she tugs you even closer while begging for more. Whatever baby wants, baby gets 😊😊😊😊😊

"Good girl.. good girl, there you go, just... Mmm, keep sucking me like that-- fuck you're so tight, you needed this, didn't you?"

You ask, and yet you expected no answer from her. Why would you, when you had stuffed her mouth with one of your tits, offered it for her to do whatever she wished as your fingers prodded and explored the insides of her wet cunt?

By god, she was trying her best make the most of what she was given, interchanging between her tongue swirling around your nipple and her lips suckling as if she were starved.

And perhaps she was, with the way she had grasped onto you so tightly as you brought her to the peak over and over again in an effort to show just how much you treasure her just for who she is.

Along with the fact that she was here in the present, sharing this moment with you.

You see her eyes go glassy again (it was hard to count just how many times it's happened throughout the night, not like you cared to), and you press a tender kiss on the crown of her head—a stark contrast from your hand's harsh motions, "Let it all out, baby... Let me hear you."

Her mouth lets go of your nipple as she let out a cross between a sob and a dumbed-out whine, her hand moving as a stand-in to squeeze your chest. "Ffffaster, pleeease-- yesyesyesthank you--"

"You're still so polite, you lovely little thing!" You curled your fingers up, in the same direction at which her hips rose up to, "I'll show you just how much I appreciate all of you."

By daybreak, you know your loving partner, however insecure she is now due to the lasting damage done to her after hundreds of years of doing nothing but perform to a grand audience with a role that is much too big and lonely for herself, would be more than assured that she is now accompanied by the present—she is accompanied by you and those who she deems special.

After all, if you were nothing but a dream, then however could she truly feel the raw sensation of every overstimulated nerve in her body?

If this were a dream, then however could she truly feel, for that matter?

Gotta GOGOGO until she's way too exhausted to go on. Furina is built for extensive dramatics, which means that she's going to have stamina, but she wasn't built to FOCUS on stamina, so at some point she Does pass out. Doesn't help that she's so unbelievably touch starved to the point where a LOT of her body's Extremely sensitive to intimate touches soooooo 🥰🥰🥰

And by the end of it? I pray to fucking GOD you both cuddle. She will forever be little spoon so hold her, have your legs all tangled together and make sure she can feel your warmth and the way your chest expands whenever you breathe :3c if this is a dream, then may it be a long-lasting one for the both of you🫶

[pettyeddiediaz]

funny that bucktommy started because buck was feeling unsure of his place in eddie's life because of tommy

and then, months later, tommy tells buck how eddie stopped talking to him immediately after the break up. back when buck started dating tommy, he was petrified at the thought that he would lose his spot as eddie's favorite guy, but eddie chose him without even having to be asked.

OF COURSE he would be horny as fuck and sleep with his eddie stand in. to buck, the two hottest things in the world are: (1) knowing he is eddie's favorite guy and (2) knowing eddie is so loyal to buck, he would drop anyone who did buck dirty. really there was no hope for his impulse control after that. plus it was like really dark so if he squinted his eyes juuuust right, maybe he could... ya'know... imagine a different face kissing him back. not that he would EVERRRR admit that... but ya know