#scissors supremacy

[ankofan69]

So at some point during the Post-BOTO stream (unfortunately can’t say if it’s part one or two, I still need to clip that part) Antony mentioned that the reason why Scissors is so rude to most others is because she went through an experience that led her to not really want people around her. She builds up walls to keep others away, keeping her guard up out of fear of having something like experience happen again, and having to deal with getting hurt all of again.

Throughout the series we can really see this displayed, with only like two/three people that she really had some sort of connection with, but even then it can barley be called that. They’re just people who’s she’s talked to in a way that doesn’t seem demeaning in any way. Those being Rook, Baguette, and maybe Shieldy.

Rook in episode 12, and the other two in episode 13. We don’t see much of her because of how early she was eliminated, but considering how the others reacted when she did something as simple as saying something nice to Rook, she most likely didn’t do much in the background either. Speaking of that early elimination, Antony also says that if she hadn’t been eliminated so early, he would’ve loved to go more in depth with her as a character.

This is kinda seen in episode two, when it’s mentioned that Scissors never invites anyone to her birthday party, and it cuts to her sitting sadly. Then also in episode one when she says “Fine! I’ll just find the finish line by myself!” When all the others choose not to be with her, she tries to keep her tough mad face up, but ends up feeling sad about it in the end.

She hurts herself further trying to keep herself from getting hurt, it’s the exact opposite effect of which she wanted to have. It isn’t until after Rook has his mental breakdown, that she starts to be even slightly more open, even showing sympathy to Prince Emerald when it’s reveled that his (now ex) wife had gotten remarried and actually hates him now. That’s the only time (outside of the rook thing) where she showed ANY type of sympathy to anyone.

I’m so excitedly hoping to see her grow in the next episode, considering that characters who didn’t really like eachother (Pear n Popsicley/Slurpy n Popsicley) seem to have gotten friendlier, and seem to at least be friends now. So perhaps maybe she’ll have some people soon as well.

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

Let me hit, please! Let me hit! 😩😫

[mayjunenov]

the fact is that chuuya (and kunikida, and the rest of the cast but also mainly chuuya and kunikida) can just blame it on dazai, because its probably his fault anyways!

sore neck? dazai slept on you in a way that would cause you discomfort on purpose!

nightmares? dazai was feeding information into your subconscious!

bad hair day? dazai poked you in specific spots so that the positions you slept in would result in an unattractive hair shape!

so yes, it really was dazais fault it rained on the day you planned to go out, he projected the weather and made sure your schedule was only free that day!

[pirateprincessblog]

Ummmm Wooyoung looks delicious??????

[eunhos]

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[gangle-cult]

This is incredible...

My favorite ribbon girl~

i wanted to draw something more tragic this time~

[yournightmary]

SFW&NSFW Vi HCs

content warning:: it’s kinda a mix of modern!AU and not idk, fem!reader, smut obviously

AN:: I love muscle mommies

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She might look and act tough but don’t let her fool you. She’s such a silly goober. Okay, at first she might a little cold and distant and take a lot to warm up, but once she does she’s a sweetheart.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I think there might be a ‘you fell first but she fell harder’ situation. She isn’t really that into dating or looking for the love of her life, so when you first met she didn’t even think about getting with you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ HATES when people help her. If someone does, she’s convinced that she owes them something.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ But she really likes to help other people. She likes to be the one that people owe something… and she just feels really stupid when she doesn’t help someone she totally could. (as people should)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Very self-conscious about her hands. Mostly about the scars and bruises that are on her knuckles, that’s why she wraps them up or covers them with chunky rings.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hates fancy clothes. Doesn’t remember the last time she wore a normal bra.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ This girl doesn’t have any manners!! That’s the downside of growing up mostly around men. And the Lanes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite way to spend free time (besides working out) is watching stupid reality tv. You know, the shows that you can just put on in the background and turn off your brain.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I’m taking this from the trailer- if she’s having a really shitty day she’ll take it out on a punching bag, but sometimes that makes her feel even worse so she ends up hugging it instead.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s really touch starved but she doesn’t know how to ask for affection. She’ll just silently sneak up on you and hug you from behind or spoon you once you’re already asleep.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You might think she doesn’t know how to do makeup but she does the best smokey eyes in the world!!! Also has the prettiest natural lashes you have ever seen.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to just lay down and relax. After being on edge her whole life the short moment she can chill with you before sleeping is like literal heaven.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She could cry every time she gets a gift. Even if it’s something small or something that won’t last- like food or flowers- it just makes her eyes water.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite thing to lay down on is your lap. She’s such a thigh girl omg. I mean, she loves every single part of your body, but thighs… oh man.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Lord have mercy, she’s obsessed with them. Her hand is big enough to grab almost your whole thigh. She loves to kiss them, bite them, grope them- anything and everything.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Her favorite thing to do is using her fingers on you but god fucking damn it- it takes her so long to start. She has to unwrap her bandages, take off all of her rings, wash her hands. That’s like at least 5 minutes.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She genuinely likes the taste of pussy. Maybe it’s because she spent half of her life in prison eating slop, but she’d eat you out over any food.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I believe in happy trails on girls supremacy. So hot :3

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She not only has insane strength, her stamina is the same. She’ll go at it the whole day and night.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I can’t decide whether she’d hook up with people often or be an inexperienced virgin. Because on one hand if she wants to get laid, she’ll get laid but on the other- maybe she thinks it’s too intimate to do with some random person?? idk

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to finger you in front of a mirror (she just wants to see her own muscles)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Riding her abs or toned thighs… somebody help me.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Honestly, I don’t think she likes to receive that much. I mean- obviously she likes it, but she’d just rather give.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s so embarrassed by her own moans omg. She loves to hear them from you, but when it comes to herself? No way. Maybe a groan or two, but nothing more.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She would never hurt you during sex. It’s such a major turn off for her. She saw and caused too much violence in her life to find it arousing.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Apologies to my scissor sisters, but she will strap you down. Especially from behind- she just loves your ass too much.

my obsession came back

[tojigasm]

American Cola

Authors note: I was inspired by that scene in Challengers and Lana Del Rey's 'Cola'

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, pet names, fem!reader overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, glove kink (a little bit), season 1 Homelander hair supremacy, homelander is unusually soft with reader, slight butchlander

It's difficult to comprehend.

To fully appreciate that you'd been able to convince the two men to do this, let alone stand in the same room with one another without attempting to kill each other.

Rough leather runs against the soft fabric of your panties, pulling you back to reality.

You're in between the two of them. Completely dwarfed by both size and ego.

Homelander's kissing at your jaw and sliding the pad of his gloved thumb up and down the front of your soaked panties while Butcher's to your left nipping at the column of your neck and fondling your breasts appreciatively.

You know you're tense, intimated by the strength and command of both men. Butcher's hand moves from your breast to steady at the base of your neck and you're suddenly reminded of just how fragile you are in the midst of their authority.

It's almost terrifying.

Almost.

Surprisingly, it's Homelander who's most gentle with you – and a part of you wonders if that's just a natural part of his desire for you or if the same thoughts of your frailty are swarming his mind too.

"Relax." One of them whispers, you're too caught in your own thoughts to tell who.

Butcher nuzzles against your cheek and begins to press fleeting kisses up the skin of your jaw before biting at the lobe of your ear.

The overstimulation of it makes you whine softly, earning a soft huff from the brunette.

"Sensitve, aren'tcha, love." His hand on your jaw keeps you firm in place as he tilts your face gently, pulling you into a kiss.

The burn of his beard pulls soft moans from you and has you grinding into Homelander's gloved palm.

You're being moved before you're able to register your leg being pulled over the padded thigh of the blonde beside you.

Cool leather against your soaked folds makes you jump slightly and Butcher is quick to soothe you over, hand turning you towards him to deepen the kiss.

Just as fast as the leather's pressed to your clit, it's pushing past your soaked folds.

Homelander's breath hitches as he begins to work you open.

His free hand comes up to massage gently into the soft of your thigh.

"Jesus..." His thumb circles against your clit, slipping another finger past your folds at the same moment, "she's so fuckin' tight."

Butcher's immediately dropping his hand from your jaw to meet Homelanders hand between your thighs, adding a finger to the jumbled mess of heat and your juices spread out over their gloves and skin.

Breaking the kiss with Butcher, you turn and tuck your head into Homelander's neck, face flushed and breath hitting his skin in soft pants at the vulgarity of it.

It feels like they're dissecting you – learning you and committing your every tell and twitch to memory, to be fair, they definitely are.

Homelander pulls his hand from between your legs to bite at the tip of his glove with his teeth, pulling the leather from his hand and throwing it across the room as though it's personally offended him.

Butcher's taken over Homelander's neglected job. Panting from your kiss to your left and fingers scissoring the walls of your cunt open.

"That's it." He presses a kiss to your shoulder and though you're already seated on the bed you feel your legs grow weak.

Just as soon as it's gone, Homelander's slipped his hand, now ungloved, between your thighs.

And in the same movement, his hand on your thigh comes up to pull you into a kiss, hand keeping a firm hold on your jaw.

He moans into the kiss, the hitch of it falling into a soft chuckle when you spread your thighs for the two of them, and it makes you keen.

Biting at your plush lower lip, Homelander pulls at you, brows relaxing when you hum into the heat of it.

Your nails dig into the flesh of his suit and he pulls you into a soft kiss in response. Suddenly the pressure of both men's hands is far more prominent when you feel their fingers bump against one another and find synchrony in stretching you open.

Leaning back some, you drop to your forearms on the fabric of your comforter.

Though they're only sitting, they tower over you – eyes lust-blown and lips swollen.

And just as you've begun to discern the situation, Homelander is pulling the brunette into a sloppy kiss.

One that's so messy you can almost hear their teeth clashing against the wet smacks of their lips.

Involuntarily, you can feel yourself relax and your cunt drip with need.

Homelander chuckles into the kiss at your reaction and uses his free hand to squeeze gently at your thigh.

It's over as quickly as it began with Butcher pulling away and pulling you into a kiss just as quickly.

You're vaguely aware that you're being moved until your back hits the firm padding of Homelander's chest.

In the same movement, you tear away from Butcher with a gasp when two hands cup your thighs, nearly bending you in half with your cunt on full display.

Homelander slots his chin atop your head and drops one of your legs to slide his fingers up and down the soaked lining of your panties.

You lean into him with a broken and wet moan, hands gripping the padded arms of his suit.

Butcher takes a knee at the foot of your bed, blowing a huff of cool air against your panties.

The sensation makes you jolt and both men chuckle lightly.

Whining, and in an attempt to gain friction, you shuffle your hips some, rocking side to side in Homelanders lap.

"Cut it out," Butcher scolds and slips your leg that's not being held up by the blond over his shoulder.

"Butcher-" your voice cuts off with a hitched gasp when the heat of his tongue flattens against your clit.

Large hands press into the soft underside of your thigh, gloved and ungloved. Butcher's calloused hand runs over your knee as he angles his head between your thighs, sucking against your sloppy cunt.

You're forced to watch, the man behind you keeping you still as you writhe under the heat of it.

A broken whimper falls past your lips and Homelander presses a kiss to your temple soothing the intensity of it.

The vulgarity of it all sends heat throughout your body. It's humiliating. Both men dressed and dissecting you while you're on display.

Butcher slips two fingers past your folds, stretching you open while his tongue circles your clit.

You don't remember when you started crying, only broken out of a lust-filled trance by your own hitched sob and the gentle pressure of a glove-covered finger against your lips.

Homelander's thumb slips past your swollen lips, his ungloved hand coming up to cup your jaw, holding you still against the onslaught of Butcher's pleasurable torture.

There's a moment where you think you're able to endure it until Butcher shifts on his haunches some and his beard rubs against the insides of your thighs causing you to drop Homelanders finger from your mouth in a shattered cry.

"M'gonna cum." You sob, throwing your head back into the blond behind you.

"No, you're not." Butcher nearly growls against your cunt. He pulls away from your slicked pussy to kiss your inner thighs. The contrast between his heated words to the gentle gesture sends your mind reeling.

"Hold her up, twat." Butcher pats your knee and helps push it back towards the blond who easily drops his hand from your jaw to slip your thigh back into his grasp.

Homelander growls at the notion, head nearly level with your own, he presses kisses to the skin behind your ear.

"Butcher, please," you sob, dropping into Homelander's grasp in defeat.

"No."

The brunette stands and leans over the two of you before slotting three fingers into your cunt, scissoring you open in a curling motion. The brutal speed of it has you choking on air and your legs tensing in Homelander's hold.

"Please, please, please, please-" You sob, temple bumping into Homelander's chin as you writhe in his hold.

Butcher slaps a hand against your thigh and pinches the sensitive skin, earning a pained squeal.

"Keep fuckin' complainin' and you're not gettin' anythin, love." His beard glistens with your slick, eyes dropping from your gaze to watch your cunt grip his fingers.

You're so fucking desperate and so overstimulated, so exhausted and so stressed. In a last-ditch effort, you bump your head upwards into Homelander's chin, shaky hands leading him into a kiss.

the pads of your fingers run through his undercut, pulling and threading through the blond strands in an attempt to distract yourself.

There's a minty taste to him and you whimper into his mouth. In an attempt to comfort you, he tilts his head forward, deepening the kiss.

Butcher slides a finger over your cunt and you gasp, breaking the sloppy kiss, whispering a broken "please" against Homelander's lips.

For a moment you think you've broken the punishment you've been roped into when the blond's blue eyes soften and he lets one of your thighs drop - being picked up and pressed back against your chest in the same movement by Butcher.

Homelander slips his hand between your thighs, aiding in circling your clit as Butcher's fingers curl against your gummy walls.

"You wanna cum?" Homelander asks, pecking your lips and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

You nod desperately, tears bubbling over your cheeks.

They're both so beautiful, you think. Faces hot and red, muscles twitching at your every breath. Homelander's hairs disheveled and spiked in odd places from the push and pull of your touch. Butcher's eyes are lidded and the veins in his arms flex and twitch with every curve he drags against the walls of your pussy.

"Let her cum," Homelander drags his hand away from your cunt to massage the inside of your thigh.

Butcher rolls his eyes at that. Bending over you to pull you into a kiss. The taste of your slick on his lips makes you shiver. He keeps your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Pulling away from you he sucks his teeth, "You're lucky the twat's got a soft spot fr'ya." He looks you over, keeping your gaze for a moment before motioning towards the blond, "Tell him thank you." He orders, releasing your chin from his hold and moving to kneel between your thighs again.

With broken cries, you turn your head to sob shaky "thank you's" to the blond in a mantra.

"I know, I know." Homelander rests his forehead against your own as Butcher circles your clit rapidly and curls his fingers inside you.

"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou," tears pour over your cheeks and your hand digs into the flesh of Homelander's suit, desperately trying to pull him closer to you.

And you're right there. Right on the fucking edge, about to slip over the metaphorical edge of pleasure when Butcher pulls away, flicking your clit once before focusing on the heat of your pussy.

As the pressure builds, you're diminished into a sobbing, sweaty, and hot mess. Grasping at anything you can in a weak attempt to ground yourself.

"You gonna cum?" Butcher asks softly, slowing his movements and reaching his free hand over past your thighs to take hold of your trembling hand.

"Mhm," you sob wetly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. "Please." your eyes sift between brown and blue ones.

Butcher flicks his hand and curls his fingers against the spongey patch of your cunt that throws you into your orgasm in a white-hot pleasure that has your vision going spotted and body cold.

"Bloody hell," Butcher nearly drools at the sight.

Your legs tense and eyes lidded, hand locked into the leather of Homelander's glove on his forearm.

Homelander presses a longing kiss to your forehead as you ride out the high. Butcher gently pumps his fingers into you through it, walls clamping around his digits.

"I know, sweetheart," Homelander coos once you've calmed, tears still pouring down your cheeks at the intensity of it.

The petname makes your legs go weak, something he's reserved for moments he knows you need it. Reserved for when you need him to take over for you and cover you in the authority that he is.

Butcher leans over you, fingers gently pumping into your cunt still, and pulls you into a soft kiss. Stroking his hand over your cheek, he kisses your cheek before slipping his digits from your heat.

[old-women-can-peg-me]

Nicky’s Mom Has Got It Going On

Agatha Harkness X Reader

Tags: MILF Agatha, vibrators, squirting, fingering, scissoring.

Summery:

You’re Nicky’s friend and when he goes to meet someone else and the both of you get stuck where you are because of a snow storm, you get to know Agatha a lot more (sex).

A/N:

Milf Agatha supremacy

Also not beta read so deal with my dyslexia

“You’re going to love my mom,” Nicky said, ringing the doorbell, “she can be a bit intense though so let me know if you feel uncomfortable,”

You laughed and gave him a side hug, enjoying the brief warmth it gave you in the winter air.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,”

The door swung open and the most attractive woman you have ever seen in your life was standing in front of you, smiling at you and Nicky. Her purple turtle neck fit her in just the right way and so did her long black pants, giving you a nice view of her figure.

“Well, my son sure found himself a pretty girl,” the woman said, her eyes roaming your body.

You could feel your cheeks heat under her gaze, the way she was looking at you made you feel like prey being watched by an incredibly attractive predator.

“Mom, this is Ellie,” Nicky said, stepping out of the side hug you still had him in, “she’s my friend from college,”

Mrs Harkness gave you a warm smile and ushered the both of you inside.

“You must be freezing out there,” she said, closing the door behind you, “come in and warm up, Ellie, you’ll be in the guest room, I’ll show you,”

You looked over at Nicky who had already run off to his room, dumping his bags and flopping onto the bed. It had been a long drive down from college but you two were here while you had a week off and you were looking forward to spending time with your good friend. You followed Mrs Harkness up the stairs, noticing that Nicky’s room was the only one on the bottom floor.

“Nicky wanted his privacy and the room downstairs used to be an office but I never used it,” Mrs Harkness said, as if reading your mind, “but your room is right here, I’m just next door if you need anything,”

Her hand was on the centre of your back as she pushed you into the guest room and you felt yourself blush at the touch.

“Thank you, Mrs Harkness, for letting me stay,” you said, dropping your bag next to the door.

“Oh nonsense,” she said with a wave of her hand, “and please, call me Agatha,” she smiled.

You nodded your head and smiled back at her, your eyes falling to her ass as she turned and walked away, you could’ve sworn the sway in her hips was intentional.

—

Nicky and you were laying on his bed, watching his favourite movie when there was a knock on his door.

“Hey buddy,” Agatha said, pushing the door open, “can we keep the door open please,”

“Mom!” Nicky whined, embarrassment clear on his face as he stood up.

Agatha just chuckled and threw her hands up in defence.

“I was young once too,” she said to Nicky, “boys like pretty things like you,”

You felt like her eyes were staring into your soul as she directed the last part towards you.

“It’s fine, Mrs Harkness,” you laughed, “I’m a raging lesbian, you have nothing to worry about,”

Nicky turned and looked at you like he wanted to kill you and then himself.

“Good to know,” Agatha winked at you and you were thankful that Nicky had his back turned, “well Wanda said the boys wanted to see you and asked if I could go pick them up,” she said and Nicky turned back to his mom.

“Oh, yes! I can go,” he almost yelled, rushing for his car keys, “did you want to come?” He asked, turning to look at you for a moment.

“I think if I spend another second in a car I’m going to scream,” you said and Agatha laughed, the sound warming you up inside.

Nicky was quick to rush off and Agatha barely had time to yell at him to not drive back if it was snowing. The two of you shared a look and she motioned with her head for you to follow her.

“Want some hot chocolate?” She asked, walking to the kitchen.

You eagerly followed her, nodding your head and almost moaning at the idea of a warm drink. You sat at the kitchen island while Agatha moved around the kitchen, throwing some chocolate in a pot with some water and letting it slowly come to a boil.

“What kind of milk do you drink, monkey?” She asked, standing in front of the open fridge so you could see the options.

You felt yourself blush at the nickname she’d given you, fairly apt considering that you came to the decision that you would want nothing more than to climb the woman like a tree.

“Uhh, oh you have macadamia milk?” You asked, surprised at the variety of milk in the fridge, it was almost like a cafe, “I’ll have that please,”

Agatha gave you a small wink and reached for the pink coloured carton, checking the date to make sure it was still edible.

“A perfect choice,” she hummed and you felt yourself smile at the praise.

“It just adds the perfect nutty taste without being overpowering,” you shrugged, your foot tapping against the stool you were sitting on.

She had just poured the milk in when her phone began buzzing on the counter in front of you.

“It’s Nicky,” you told her and she let out a sigh.

“I can’t stop stirring or it’ll taste funny, can you put it on speaker phone please,”

You nodded your head and pressed the answer button and then put it on loudspeaker, tuning out what was probably a private conversation.

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that buddy, wait it out, and don’t worry, I’m keeping Ellie company,” Agatha said and you tuned back in at the sound of your name.

You didn’t hear Nicky’s response but he hung up quickly, not giving Agatha a chance to say goodbye. Her mouth was hung open slightly in shock and you let out a small laugh at the reaction.

“He hangs up on me without saying goodbye all the time,” you said with a smile.

Agatha let out a disappointed humm before turning back to face the saucepan.

“Well a snow storm has just come in and he can’t drive back, he might end up staying the night at Wanda’s, I hope that’s okay with you,” she said, pouring the mixture into two mugs.

She placed one in front of you and you wrapped your hands around the mug, the heat seeping into your skin and warming you up.

“That’s okay, I suppose there are worse people to be stuck with,” you laughed and so did she.

You watched as she blew on the warm liquid in her cup before bringing it to her lips, a low groan escaping her lips at the taste and feeling of the hot chocolate. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together at the sound, your mind wishing she would make it again and you would be the reason.

“Not bad, if I do say so myself,” Agatha laughed, placing the mug down.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and smiled, taking your own sip. You couldn’t stop the full on moan that slipped out, the chocolate was beautifully rich and creamy and the macadamia milk added the perfect taste and it was warm, so warm, the feeling heating up your insides. You were slightly embarrassed by the noise you had made but holy hell, it was delicious.

“Fucking hell, Agatha,” you said and the older woman had a knowing smile on her face, “that is by far, the best hot chocolate I have ever had,”

Agatha laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she looked at you. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the occasional sipping or clinking of the mugs as they hit the counter.

“So you’re really not dating Nicky?” Agatha asked suddenly and you almost spit out the sip you had just taken.

The older woman smiled at you, her thumb reaching out and wiping the corners of your mouth, making sure there was no hot chocolate left that would become sticky. You stared at her, your mouth hanging open slightly and you knew your pupils must have been blown wide because Agatha had a dangerous smirk dancing on her lips.

“Force of habit,” she said, her eyes never leaving yours as she overly pronounced the t sound.

“Uh… no, it’s fine, and n-no, I’m not dating Nicky, I, uh, I really am gay,”

Agatha gave you a smile and a wink before moving to sit at the stool next to you.

“And what are you studying?” She asked, her shoulder touching yours.

You froze at the contact, was she flirting with you or are you just that gay that the second an older woman touches you you start writing a wattpad fanfiction in your head.

“Uh, music, well, bass guitar,” you said, a small smile on your face, “but I’m taking some English classes which is how I met Nicky,”

Agatha hummed, taking another sip of her drink. The two of you sat in silence as you finished drinking the hot chocolates, you were particularly entranced when some of the drink spilled over the sides and dribbled down Agatha’s chin, watching intently as the drop slid down her neck. Was it weird that you suddenly wanted to be a liquid so damn bad? You knew you weren’t thinking when you reached out and wiped the drop away with your thumb, much like she had done only minutes before.

“Force of habit,” you said, repeating her words from earlier and she laughed.

Your eyes went wide however when Agatha held your wrist in place and took your thumb into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the pad of the digit.

“Wouldn’t want it to get sticky,” she said with a wink, letting go of your wrist.

You sat there frozen for a moment, your hand still hanging in the air.

“Uh, can I ask you something?” You asked, lowering your hand and she nodded, “why do you call me monkey?”

Agatha let out a light laugh and placed her hand on your shoulder.

“I didn’t know your face, so when Nicky told me about you and said you ‘rock climbed like a monkey’ I began to call you his monkey friend,” she laughed and you felt yourself blush for the hundredth time that day.

Agatha stood from the bench and began to move around the kitchen preparing for dinner.

“Would you like to help, monkey?” She asked, pulling a pot down from one of the high cupboards, “I’m making a roast with potatoes,”

“Would it be okay if I go have a quick lie down? My back’s a bit stiff from the car ride,”

Agatha gave you a smile that had you wondering if she could read minds because it was like she knew you didn’t need a lie down, you needed a cold shower.

“Of course monkey,”

You gave her a small nod and used every ounce of control you had to not take off running for your room.

“The closest shower is the one in my room, you can use that if you want,” Agatha called out and you froze.

Shouting out your thanks you practically ran to the room you were staying in. By the time you got your bathroom bag and new clothes together, making sure to pick out something cute, you were practically sweating at the thought of using her shower, being in her personal space. A part of you felt bad for making sure your vibrator was in your bathroom bag before you went into her room but the second you entered the bedroom your senses were overwhelmed with the smell of her and any moral issues you had with imagining your best friends mom while getting off with a vibrator in her shower were gone. You stripped your clothes off and stepped into the shower space, turning the water on and welcoming the freezing cold against your heated skin. Your whole body still felt like it was on fire, your wrist where she had held you, your shoulder where hers rested against yours and your thumb, your fucking thumb. You still couldn’t believe that she had actually sucked on your finger and you groaned at the thought of her tasting herself on your fingers. You scrubbed at your body with your soap, thankful that you’d brought the more expensive and nice smelling one. Once the suds were washed off you looked around the room for a towel and couldn’t see one. You let out a groan, you were planning to sit yourself down on a towel and make yourself cum as many times as you could handle but with no towel in sight you resigned to sitting under the stream of icy water and pressing your vibrator against your aching clit. You kept the water running, hoping that it would drown out the sound of the toy and any moans that managed to slip through.

“Ahh, fuck,” you cried out, your hand clamping over your lips to keep you quiet.

The vibrations against your clit had your heart beating in your throat, the pleasure building up in your body and you squeezed your eyes shut, images of Agatha filling your mind. Imagining the feel of her fingers inside you, her mouth on yours, on your pussy, everywhere you needed her and you felt your first, of what you hoped would be many orgasms, wash over you. You could hear someone faintly whimpering Agatha’s name and it took you a moment to realise that it was you. You kept your eyes shut as you continued to hold the vibrating toy against your clit, your fingers pinching at your stiff nipples.

With your eyes shut, you hadn’t heard the door to the bathroom open and between the running water, the soft hum of the vibrator and your breathy moans, you hadn’t heard the faint rustle of fabric as Agatha stripped herself of her clothes. This wasn’t her original plan, she still wanted to tease you through dinner but she realised you didn’t have a towel and she was honestly to find that you had caved so easily, just a small touch here and there, a suck on your thumb, and you were grinding your needy pussy against a vibrator in her shower. On top of all of that, it was her name you were moaning, the soft sound making her control a difficult thing to hold onto.

“Well aren't you a needy little monkey,”

The sound of Agatha’s voice made you jump and if it wasn’t for her hand holding the vibrator harshly against you, it would have fallen to the shower floor. You cried out when her other hand reached up and pinched at your nipple.

“Does my son know how much of a whore you are?” Agatha laughed and all you could do was moan, “well?”

“N-no, ah fuck-please,” you whined, your hips pushing against the toy.

Agatha laughed again and slid the vibrator off your clit, circling it around your folds before pressing it against your entrance. The hand she had on your chest reached up and turned off the water before sliding back down and playing with your other nipple. Without the water bearing down on your face you could see clearly that Agatha was fully nude, her chest dangling just out of reach from your hands. You reached out your arms anyway, managing to wrap them around Agatha’s neck and pull her closer to you. Your wet hands tangled into the older woman’s dry mane and forced her face closer to yours.

“Does the little monkey want a kiss?” Agatha chuckled, clearly amused at the way you could barely form a sentence.

You could only nod your head furiously, hoping that she would give you anything you ask for. Her hand left your chest and wrapped around your chin, holding your face still as she softly pressed her lips against yours. She pulled away just as quickly as she had pressed in and you whined, your face chasing her lips.

“My eager little monkey, are you close?” She asked, holding you in place, “words,” she said when you nodded.

“S-so c-close, please-fuck,” you cried out, your nails digging into her shoulders.

Agatha let out a light hum at your reaction and she brought the vibrator back up to your clit, the direct pressure making your hips jerk.

“That’s a good little monkey,” she cooed, watching as your eyes squeezed shut, “go on baby,”

You cried out, your second orgasm crashing over you. Agatha moved the vibrator back off your clit and let your body stop shaking.

“Think you can take one more?” She asked, her hand running soothingly over your damp hair.

“N-not with the vibe,” you said, shaking your head, “n-need you, please,” you moaned, your body still recovering from your orgasm.

Agatha smiled at you and turned off the vibrator, finally pressing her lips against yours properly. You moaned into the kiss, your arms lacking the strength to hold onto her properly and you felt her smile against your lips.

“How do you need me?” Agatha asked, kissing down your neck.

“N-no,” you said, gaining back enough strength to push her backwards, “need to have you,”

Agatha chuckled and rested back on her elbows, letting you climb up until you were straddling her hips. You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before moving down her chest, nipping lightly at the skin and watching how she reacted to each kiss and bite. You ran your tongue over her nipple before taking it into your mouth and she let out a low groan and you smiled to yourself, happy that you’d gotten her to make the same sound as earlier in the afternoon. You switched to her other breast, lightly rolling the nipple between your teeth and she threw her head back as she moaned. You kissed down her stomach, making sure to leave at least one love bite that could be hidden, before you pressed kisses along her thighs. You could see her arousal as it dripped down her thighs and you licked it up, relishing in the low moan she let out.

“Wouldn’t want it to get sticky,” you said with a wink and Agatha laughed, one hand threading into your hair.

“Mhm, and for someone who needed to have me, you sure are taking your time, monkey,” she said, her nails lightly scratching at your scalp.

You giggled at her words, you had no idea how she had figured out just how to tease you in the few hours you’d known her but she had, and you were putty in her hands. You bit your lip and Agatha looked at you expectantly, you weren’t sure why you were suddenly nervous but something about the way she held herself, even on her back she still felt more in control.

“What’s the matter, monkey, never done it before?” Agatha teased, her hand running over your cheek.

“No! No, god no, I have, you-you’re just very attractive, and I don’t know why I’m nervous,” you admitted, sitting back on your heels.

Agatha hid a laugh behind her smile and you swatted at her thigh in mock annoyance at her laugh. You gained a little bit more confidence and began to kiss at her stomach again, moving back down and finally placing a flat-tongued lick up from her entrance to her clit before taking the bud into your mouth and lightly sucking.

“There we go, such a good little monkey for me,” Agatha moaned.

She threw her head back and let out a whine as you easily slid two fingers inside her. You curled the digits and she cried out as you hit a spot that made her hips jerk up into your hand. You smiled against her, loving the way she was coming apart under you, every moan and buck of her hips had you squeezing your thighs together in an effort to quell the regrowing wetness between your legs.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you breathed against her and she moaned.

You knew it wouldn’t take much more for her and the way her hips were pushing up to meet your thrusts had you groaning against her.

“More, Ellie, please,” Agatha moaned and you stopped your fingers, looking up at her.

“Call me monkey,” you said before she could complain about you stopping.

“Fuck, please monkey, I need more,” Agatha groaned, moving her hips in a way that she was fucking herself on your fingers.

You smiled at the nickname and slid a third finger inside her, curling the digits in search of the spot that made her see stars. Agatha cried out and your mouth found her clit again, your tongue tracing patterns against the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, right there monkey,” she moaned and you felt her walls clench around you.

You moaned against her at the feeling and she cried out one last time, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. You continued to lick and suck at her, your fingers curling, eager to give her a second orgasm. Agatha’s hands fisted in your hair and she pulled you away as she caught her breath. You gave her a small pout, tracing patterns on the inside of her thighs, you just wanted to see her face when she came again, hear her make those sweet noises again.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she laughed, pulling your forward and crashing her lips against yours, “I wanna try something, but only if you want,”

“Agatha, you could ask me to kill someone and I’d probably do it,” you deadpanned, not entirely joking.

She laughed anyway and the sound gave you butterflies, you hadn’t realised how cute her laugh was. Agatha cupped your face for a second before she reached for the discarded vibrator and pushed you backwards until your back was against the shower wall. She slid one leg under yours and the other over but before you even got a chance to roll your hips and push yourself against her, Agatha placed the vibrator between the two of you. The feeling of it touching your clit already had you jumping but the second she turned it on you were on a different plane of being. The soft moans and praises that fell from her lips had you squirming against her, hardly able to move in the position she had placed you in.

“What a good little monkey, doing whatever I want,” Agatha groaned, the rhythm of her hips faltering as she neared her second orgasm.

You moaned at everything, her words, the sensations, the way she grinding herself against you, all of it had you shaking.

“Mhm, s-so close,” you whimpered, your whole body wound tight and tense.

“Me too, monkey, me too,” Agatha moaned before her whole body went stiff, “ah, fuck,” she cried out.

Watching the way her face contorted in pleasure, her whole body shaking pushed you over the edge, your third orgasm crashing over you. Your whole body was white hot with pleasure and all you could do was moan and cry out at the feeling. Agatha watched as you came, your whole body shaking and when she moved the vibrator away she was more than delighted to find her hand soaked in your juices.

“Ever squirted before?” She laughed and you looked at her confused, still trying to catch your breath.

Agatha motioned her head downwards and you saw the evidence of your orgasm all over her stomach and legs. You opened your mouth to apologise but before you could get a word in, Agatha pushed her fingers into your mouth and you moaned at the taste of yourself on them.

“I want to see my little monkey do that again,” she said with a wink and when you shook your head, knowing you couldn’t take another one she smiled, “maybe not right now, but soon,”

The dark look in her eyes told you that the rest of the week staying at hers would be interesting to say the least.

[vanillaaaaaaaaa3]

THEM- <3

Celebrating 18 years of Yume 2kki, we have our community Magma session!

[caughtnyact]

hihihi welcome to thedas weekend 💖💖💖 perhaps your Kayla Mercar and Emmrich with "i had a lot of dreams about you recently" from the pining/yearning prompts

OR!! Emmrich and Johanna with "you should know me by now" from the preestablished connections prompts

whichever inspires you most! 💖

I love u and these @thedasweekend prompts <3333 Trust and believe that I am going to eat that Volkoss prompt up some time soon 😩

@draco-illius-noctis wrote the most beautiful letter from Emmrich to my Rook, and I just HAD to write a response letter!!

No warnings - 280 words

To my most verbose esteemed Professor,

I would very much like to read the previous seven drafts of your letter to me. I think ‘runaway carriage’ is too generous a description of just how ugly you make me laugh; Davrin told me that it’s more akin to a screeching griffon (which, of course, made me laugh even harder.)

I’ve had a lot of dreams about you, recently. While I would love to see your ears turn the most delightful shade of pink at whatever absolutely lecherous fantasies I could concoct, they were dreams of a different kind. I dreamt of the most mundane domestic vignettes with you. How I would love to listen to you lecture on about the metaphysics of autogenous liminality, or snuff out your candle as you doze off at your desk so you don’t set fire to the laboratory. I would be absolutely devastated to see you smoldering by means other than by my hand.

I miss you almost as much as I miss my sweet Manfred; I was just about to close the gap in our eternal struggle for Rock Paper Scissors supremacy when you both were summoned back to the Necropolis. I’m sure he’s just as inconsolable, which means that you simply must get back to us as quickly as possible.

I would be remiss if I didn’t take my teasing foot off your lovely neck to give you the chance to take a breath. While toying with you is my favorite pastime, I’m not interested in torturing (unless you’re into that, of course.) My answer, by the way, is ‘yes’— I would love to get dinner with you.

Don’t keep me waiting,

Rook

[anonymous-kotlc-thoughts]

i will steal all the scissors. bronte long hair supremacy.

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[carolofthebell]

It doesn’t even make sense!

Stork scissors look like the beak is opening and closing while you snip, you are Cinderella with your very own helper birb!

This imposter can’t even keep its story straight! It has one horn until you need help and then when you’re actually using it it becomes a Bicorn! And why are we snipping with horns anyway? They’re clearly designed for impaling.

finally ready to break my silence

i don't like the unicorn scissors

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SR] The King Who Holds Supremacy (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Masumi: Playing cards, glue, scissors… I guess that is all I need. (Now… all I need to do is make it for her.)

-pause-

Masumi: …Done. … (The roses at the store that she said were cute were more…)

Yuki: I think this colour works for the thread.

Omi: Great idea. I’m sure it’ll turn out cute. Oh, Masumi? What are you doing?

Masumi: …I’m making a rose out of playing cards.

Yuki: Let me guess. Is it a present for Director?

Omi: Hey now, it came out great.

Masumi: …

Yuki: He looks dissatisfied…

Masumi: She made a comment the other day that roses made out of playing cards look cute. The roses we saw at the store had more elaborate designs. I’d like to make mine fancier so they won't lose to those.

Omi: Make yours fancier, you say… how about making a bouquet of card roses?

Masumi: A bouquet… that’s a possibility. I don’t have enough cards in that case. If I’m going to make a bouquet, then I’ll need to decide how many roses to use.

Yuki: Wouldn’t it be hard finding a place to place the bouquet though? It’s not going to wither, unlike normal flowers.

Masumi: …

Omi: Now, now. It’s the thought that counts for these things. If you put your feelings into it, then I’m sure even one rose will make Director happy.

Masumi: …Yeah. Even so, I’d like to tinker with this a bit more. I’d like to get some advice from you guys too.

Omi: Don’t even mention it.

Yuki: Geez… guess I can't say no.

-pauses-

*knock, knock*

Izumi: Come in.

*door opens*

Izumi: What’s up, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: I have something I’d like to give you. …Here.

Izumi: A rose you made out of cards…?

Masumi: You said they were cute the other day, remember?

Izumi: Did you make this, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: Yeah.

Izumi: That’s amazing… thank you!

Option 1: “So you remembered”

Izumi: So you remembered what I said.

Masumi: I want to remember everything you say, no matter how small. Plus, you looked like you were having lots of fun when we went to the café.

Izumi: I’m really happy that you went out of your way to make this for me. Thank you, Masumi-kun.

Option 2: “So you can make them yourself”

Izumi: So you can make these card roses yourself, huh?

Masumi: I tried making a bunch of different kinds while discussing with Omi and Yuki. But in the end, I went with a simple one. I wish I could’ve made a fancier rose like the ones at the store though…

Izumi: The design aside, I’m much happier than you wanted to make this for me. Plus the details are so intricate that it’s hard to believe this was handmade… as expected from Masumi-kun!

Izumi: It’s so cute how the cards are made into flower petals. I’m going to display this in my room!

Masumi: …If it makes you happy, then I’ll make and bring you one every day.

Izumi: Hold on, that’d be a bit too much…!

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[marigoldbaker]

dragons (for ilse) and high gothik romance (for me)

This was, according to all middle-school literature and also The Clique by Lisi Harrison (which Emily had found in the library last week and it was so good even if it was a little bit dated), the kind of social outcast of a girl that you weren’t supposed to talk to, but also Emily had sort of never quite felt like the kind of girl who got invited to slumber parties anyway, and she didn’t really want to be the kind of girl who didn’t talk to other girls just because their hair looked like it had survived a scissor attack.

i don't know man i sat down intending to just write a few sentences of an emily of new moon modern au and then this possessed me. i'm so tempted to write more set in this 'verse if the muse strikes me again because this was so fun and SO silly.

anyway!!!!! emily and ilse supremacy!!!! i love a couple of weird girls with problems. nothing hits quite like a weird girl 4 weird girl situation.

[alanmidol]

I believe in switch Alan Mido Supremacy 🛐

On that note image switch Alan with a switch gf on a day both wanna be bottom and they gotta play rock paper scissors or flip a coin or something