#so its a pain in the butt to move side to side

[xiao-come-home]

Thinking about post-story Jiaoqiu trying to find himself in the new situation.. and getting even more clingier 🤧

warning: spoilers for jaoqiu's story if you havent played the new quest. possible ooc jiaoqiu?

Word count: 1k+

a/n: its been a while from writing and even tho im not disabled in any way, i hope its alright bc im kinda nervous to post this. i just think hed be a lovely pain in the butt to get more love </3

The new reality has been a true challenge for Jiaoqiu - trying to navigate through the house was already a tedious task, let alone cooking, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. While yes, he did miss doing things by himself - which, once in a while brought dark clouds over his head - the foxian managed to find enjoyment through doing tasks together, with your help.

It's quite known that Jiaoqiu isn't afraid of craving affection from you anywhere and anytime - especially now, considering he's limited in what he's able to do safely without hurting himself. Now that you're welcome in the kitchen to assist him, the pink-haired foxian can't help, but pull you flush against him while you carefully guide his hands to cut vegetables in even slices.

The healer slowly trails the tip of his nose down your hair until he recognizes the familiar shape of your neck - Jiaoqiu nuzzles happily into you, ever so slightly tickling you and giving you goosebumps; he smiles against your skin when you let out a comically fake, tired sigh, only fueling him to continue pestering you further.

He purposely takes his chin off the top of your head and searches for your ears so he's able to whisper, but when you decide to playfully confront him, Jiaoqiu only plays dumb and tilts his head to the side, asking you a seemingly innocent question, "Hmm? What do you mean, love? I'm not doing anything, the kitchen is not a playground, remember?"

There's a chance you'd probably believe him if you two were mere coworkers - but his twitching ears always give away his attempts to lie to you.

Jiaoqiu is clingy. Absolutely no news to anybody. That's when you finally get done with cooking, it's time for the cunning foxian to get a break; he stretches his arms to you, waiting until you put his hands on your cheeks. He cups them gently, rubbing the soft flesh with his thumb, and softly moves it to find your lips - his mind paints a picture of your figure, the shape and every crease his fingers feel; he smiles at you yet again, with a glimmer of mischief.

He wants to kiss you.

He also knows he will most likely miss your lips more or less.

But instead of feeling hopeless, he uses it to his advantage.

Jiaoqiu begins to pepper your face in kisses until he feels you try to get away from him and hears your angelic giggles; he kisses your left eyebrow - oh no, that's definitely not the place he's aiming for! He moves more to the right and kisses the bridge of your nose - oh no, not yet! The softness of his lips meets the apple of your cheek - oh, that's closer, but still not the goal he has in his mind...

After a while of Jiaoqiu purposely changing directions (and probably missing some anyway, but it's not like he complains about it, since he can kiss you more this way), with a little help of yours, he places a kiss on the corner of your lips, barely giving you time to breathe and finally, finally reaching his awaited destination, pressing his lips on yours; he gives you a few quick kisses if he feels like he still misses the exact place to change the angle, melting into a puddle with butterflies in his stomach.

Is it hard sometimes? Yes. The heavy weight travels straight to his heart, leaving him clenching his fists; the foxian hates the helplessness that hurts twice as much, much worse than the wounds Hoolay has inflicted.

Nowadays, his ears pick up your step way better, even letting him guess correctly what jar of herbs you're opening from the mere sound. He uses his tail as some sort of object detector - but he only waves his fan innocently when it makes you yelp in surprise, as Jiaoqiu runs the tip down your spine all the way down.

"Ah, I wonder what that was?" Jiaoqiu wonders, the fluffy ears twitching and the pink tail swishing behind him, "Is something wrong, beloved? Did you mess up the measurements? No worries, we'll fix it right away."

Well, if you decide to leave the house for supplies, you now have to hold his hand all the time. Just to be sure, he also wraps his tail around you, so he knows you're by his side and he doesn't bump into anybody. Hey, he's just thinking about the civilians around him! As a doctor, there's nothing else that matters more than keeping them safe and healthy... Right?

Even though he's been braiding his hair for years and could probably do it by himself again - being only a tiny bit off on one side, he cuddles up to you in the morning and presses kisses onto your neck, silently asking you to help him once you get out of bed - you certainly can't miss his hair getting all up in your face... and therefore, what he's asking for.

Does he feel a liiiitle desperate? Mmm, a bit.

Does he feel like he's feeding the helplessness in the back of his mind? Sometimes.

But it's worth to look for happy moments regardless of the situation - and you being perfectly aware he's doing it solely to get even more of your attention - makes him feel a little better with it.

Though, he knows when to stop and give you space; he doesn't want to actually become your burden, even if he lost his sight, he's still trying his best to stay as independent as possible in terms of daily tasks as possible.

If you're tired, Jiaoqiu waits until you hand him the brush and he's the one combing your hair; if you're too sleepy in the morning, he's the one helping you put on your clothes with verbal help, even if it takes a bit more time than usual. Along with you, he organizes medicines so neatly, it takes a blink of an eye for him to bring a full tray of medicines when you happen to catch a cold.

Does he miss being able to see? More than he'd admit.

But the more he thinks, the pink-haired foxian always comes to the same conclusion - it'll probably be harder to unlearn the clinginess once his eyesight comes back...

But for now, maybe it's alright to indulge a little more?

[randomwords247]

Today on things I have realised have been american-ised in Hilda that I didn't notice before: The walk signal.

Idk if I would've fully realised before going to the states on holiday but america does these bad boys way differently

Firstly, I've never heard anyone call them a walk signal. Pedestrian crossing or zebra crossing, or just "Green man".

Secondly: The signal's are different

Usually its a guy standing or even a bike coloured red, and when you can go? It's a green man walking - Hence, green man. Idk how common the bike is off the top of my head but its not always there

This is typically what they look like. The pole with the button you press has the green man, and sometimes there's also a traffic light (upper photo) with the green/red man.

Sometimes they look like this, but typically it looks like the photos above

It's not important or anything, but I think it's interesting how many little things are different, like them calling jumpers "sweaters" or the side Johanna drives being swapped. Small changes from the original british comic that add up to be a little odd to see at first, but are pretty darn nifty to notice and talk about. I don't know if I would've fully clocked it as american/canadian before I went there and experienced the different signals in person

I just think its Neat

(also these photos are taken from google images. Before anyone thinks they can dox me. Its very dark outside I couldn't take a photo of these if I tried)

[jjoongstar]

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

➺pairing: hongjoong x afab!reader

➺genre: nsfw, pure filthy smut, slight humour at the end

➺wc: 1.6k

➺warnings: overstimulation, penetration, protective sex, choking, squirting, mirror sex, missionary, doggy, fingering, scratching, biting, marking, spanking (tell me if i miss any!)

➺synopsis: he fucks her too good & too much up to her limits :D

➺a/n: my first smut that I'm posting here, so sorry in advance, pls spare me😓

"again."

what? your head still in a daze while hongjoong ties off the used condom filled with his seed, tossing it away and he slips on a new one. your body is aching but looking down at hongjoong's girth, its still thick and throbbing. he pulls you by the ankle and inserts himself back in and you elicit a loud moan in surprise.

he grips your hips tightly and his thrusts into you are hard and needy. his eyes full of lust. he moans out your name out loud. along with praising you how good you made him feel. your pussy hugs his dick so well, like it was molded perfectly to fit him.

he knew you were close when he felt your pussy clenching around his dick. he moves in and out faster and you grip the bed sheets beside you and you came all over him. again. "fuck, baby, you feel good?" he slows down his movements before you nod simply at his words that could barely hear.

he continues on moving faster not letting you fully recover from your high. your legs shaking over the stimulation he gave you. he felt leans in closer to you burying his face at your neck. "I'm so close," he pants out, feeling his breath tickling your ear.

his last thrust made you jolt up a bit. you felt his body tense and his cum spurts out of his dick into the condom. you could still feel it inside you.

"god you're making me insane," he slips out the used condom and puts on a new one.

you look at up at him in disbelieve. he's right. he is insane. you've lost count how many rounds it went, how many orgasms you both had, how long you two had been going, even the time. what time is it now? who knows. not that he cares anyway.

he flips you over and grabs your hip pulling it upward. you have no energy left in you and you flop your head onto the mattress. all of your movements were guided fully by the man in charge.

spreading your legs a little wider, he slips himself back into your hole. even after all that, your pussy still feels tight to him. he moans out loud as he molest your ass making you feel back the arousal in you and lands his hands flat onto your skin making you yelped.

every time he went back and forth, drilling his thick cock into your dripping pussy, he spanks your ass cheeks. tills its red and tingling in pain. he loves to see you in this state. all fucked up as he fucks you from behind, leaving his handprints on your butt. you love it too. it felt so good every time he connects his hand to your skin, you moan out his name in pleasure, thanking him so much for it. it had your drooling, painting the bedsheet in splodges of a darker shade than its original colour.

you raise your hand weekly, trying to reach out to him from behind. the tingling feeling in your stomach builds up again. he notices the it and the way your legs are slightly twitching. "come together with me baby," he left his hand from your hips and makes its way to your head, tracing your spine before he grabs a fistful of your hair from your scalp. he tugs it back, gentle but firm. a final thrust from and you both came, but he didn't slow down. instead he went for a few fast thrust before pulling out, making you scream out his name. he puts you down, letting you lay on your side.

you were catching your breath, chest heave up and down, you felt so tired, your throat hurts, your back is in pain, your legs sore, heck, your whole body is aching. your eyes glued on hongjoong, as he gets up from bed and repeats the same process. you sigh in defeat and close your eyes shut upon seeing him rip another condom packet. here we go again.

your eyes shot open when you were dragged by him to the edge of the bed, in front of the tall body mirror standing against the wall. he sits down at the edge and lifts you off for a while then pushes yourself on his still hard dick. he kisses your shoulder blade when you whimpers at him. reassuring you that its fine.

"be a good girl for me, love," he spreads your legs wider by his leg and hooks each of them to his, locking you in place.

his hip movements were slow as he just wants to grind himself with his dick in you. his hand moves around touching every single part of your body. he squeezes both of you breast making you let out a long moan. he fondles them roughly enough making you feel a bit better from the constant ache.

he trails wet kisses all over your back and neck, biting, sucking, licking, marking. you felt like being branded by him at this point by all of the marks he left on your body. he moves his dominant hand to your pulsing wet pussy. he stripes down your fold collecting all the liquid that came out of you from the previous rounds with two of his fingers and he puts then in his mouth, savouring every single drop.

"fuck, you taste so good, babe," he lets out his fingers and grabs your jaw forcing you to face him as he kisses your lips. it wasn't rough, but sloppy and wet. his tongue dives into your mouth, exploring every corner. he pushes out the liquid in his mouth into yours. he wants you to taste yourself that was mix with the taste of his mouth. he pulls away when he felt your grip on his thigh, telling him you were out of breath. he looks at you and bites his lip, holding a smile back from himself. he loves the way you look right now. the way your eyes bore into his, half lidded, your hazy mind, your swollen lips, the string of saliva connecting your both lips, and your overall disheveled, fucked out state.

while you were distracted by his beautiful eyes, his well sculpture nose, his gorgeous face, he used the same hand from before and rubs your swollen clit. back and forth, up and down, side to side. every movement made you feel like electricity flowing into your body. it didn't take long for you to cum on his fingers. you cry out for his name and arch your bare back against his chest when he didn't let you ride out your high and instead moves faster.

your legs getting numb you can't feel your toes anymore, you grab onto his thighs so firm, digging your nails deep, knowing it'll leave indents and you pull your nails, scratching his plump bare thighs, it hurts like its bleeding, and he loves it so much, be groans into your ear. you feel a tight knot swirling inside your lower abdomen and you cry your lungs out when the feeling went out of your pussy.

"shit, that's so hot, look at you!" he exclaims and you look at him through the mirror, you gasped in shock with your view. you just squirted and the liquid was everywhere. the floor, hongjoong's hands, his legs, the mirror even. you slump back, resting your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes trying to calm yourself.

but obviously hongjoong is not having it as you felt his dick twitch inside you. he lifts you off and lays you on you back in the middle of the bed. the air in the bedroom smell nothing else but sex. your whole body felt sticky, smeared with all kind of juices.

"i haven't cum yet sweetheart," was all you heard before he made his way into you again.

"hongjoong please, let's stop for a bit-" you whine at him but he shuts you up by attaching his lips to yours. muffling every sound from you. after he devours you lips, leaving you in a trance, he lifts off your leg raising it over his shoulder and he starts drilling himself. again.

"h-hongjoong, wait!" he didn't wait, obviously. he wraps his hands around your throat, firmly enough to make you roll your eyes back.

"look at me when i fuck your brains out, baby," he orders you but his voice sounds like a blur to you. he grips your neck a bit tighter than before, shaking your face a bit, enough to bring your attention back at him and you moans out at the feeling, crying out for him.

but this time, you felt different. your whole body hissing in pain, your pussy aching, your head feels dizzy, you can't feel any of your limbs anymore and your vision went dark and your mind went out too.

"y/n?" hongjoong slows down his thrust and finally stopped when you didn't respond and your body went limp.

"Y-Y/N WAKE UP!!" he slaps your face a few times gently. he quickly pulled out when you gave him the same reaction.

he ran towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone, quickly unlocks it and towards the phone app.

"hongjoong? why...what's wrong?" the voice of the receiver croaks in a raspy voice.

"SEONGHWA! Y/N, S-SHE PASSED OUT!!"

"WHAT? HOW? WHAT DID YOU DO?!?"

"uhhh i kinda fuck her too good??"

"...."

"seonghwa??"

"how long...."

hongjoong pulls out the phone away from his ear, checking at the time and he lets out a small gasp. 4.07 am.

"hongjoong....SINCE WHEN?!" seonghwa notices the silence and speaks up first.

"since after we came back from dinner around 11...ish something??"

"YOU WENT ON FOR 5 HOURS NON STOP?!?!?"

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[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

yooooo!!! you’re my favorite ethan winters artist i just wanna say that first and foremost, thank you for the wholesome content of my comfort character and father figure 🥹🫶

i’m really curious bc i feel like i see a lot of people against mithan (not me personally, i’m p neutral on them!) but i’m curious to know all your thoughts on them! thoughts on their canon relationship, their fanon portrayal, the backlash against them/mia accusations, and your headcanons? i’m just really interested!!! hopefully that’s not weird :”)

have a good day!! sparkle on!!! ✨💖

i heart mithan... i think that they can be so cute...

i personally hc them t4t and i like to think that the dated in highschool before they both had fully transitioned

mia likes to bake and ethan likes to scrap book and he always likes to take pictures of mias cakes/ baked goods and has a album for them 😭

i am a multishipper so i draw a lot of ethan ships so my girl is left out sometimes and im sorry mia 😔

i actually really like their relationship, its a really complex dynamic that i like to talk about with my friends

i think the issue is that when talking about mithan or mia in general, theres just SO MUCH misinformation that its honestly a pain the butt to talk about

people still think that she was responsible for the creation of eveline, people still think that she experimented on eveline, people still use examples of her attacking ethan as if she did it on her own will instead of being mind controlled

in reality she was just someone who oversaw the transportation of evie. im not excusing her or anything because obviously she knew what she was doing, but people really try to accuse her of doing something she didnt and it bothers me alot lol

the problem with the fandom is that people either try to water her down to girlboss who did nothing wrong and fail to acknowledge the complexity/ moral grayness of her character and the other side is misogynists 😭😭😭😭

its hard to talk about her without people either going "stop trying to villainize her and make her look bad!" or people ACTUALLY villainizing her and acting like heisenberg would have treated him better 😭😭

mithan is such a sad relationship because they loved each other so much and that ended up being the reason their relationship fell apart (sort of... its not like the broke up... ethan kinda just straight up died)

i get a lot a trouble for saying this, but mia is a selfish person.

its not a bad thing! well i mean it is but it doesnt make her some evil witch who is somehow worse than the guy how made a werewolf american ninja warrior. its just a major character flaw she has! which is good! mia being a flawed person who makes mistakes and morally gray decisions make her a more interesting person!

she is selfish in the way that she wants to keep her family with her no matter the cost. even if it means lying to ethan about her job so that he wont think different of her. here is a interrogation from the re7 DLC, which is easy to miss!

she isnt necessarily trying to apologize for the things she has done, she is more of a, "u wont need to forgive me in the first place if we just forget it all and move on"

she doesn't try to redeem herself for what she has done, she tries to move on and return to the normal life that she wants so bad. which is fine! everyone copes a different way and she has to right to move on from her trauma. the problem that lies in this is that she has a shared trauma with ethan who still has no idea what went on in dulvey and still effects him till the present (he is mold! this is a important thing to know! most people would want to know if they were a walking corpse)

she played a direct part in what happened in dulvey, and im not referring to the email, she did not send that. she never wanted ethan to come in the first place. she tried her best to send a video to him, begging him to forget about her because she wanted to protect him, BUT it didnt send.

he got involved because she was involved. its honestly a series of really really unfortunate events.

THOUGH! she did know what she was getting into. im tired of seeing the narrative that mia was innocent and didnt know what was going on or was simply a bystander. she knew what she was doing, she knew eveline was a bioweapon, she knew eveline was a child. she used a MACHINE GUN! she knows how to use weapons and was obviously trained for it.

she tried her best to keep everybody out of the mess, ex: warning the bakers not to take them in, warning ethan not to find her, sacrificing herself for ethan in the later half of re7

but again, those are the consequences of HER actions

her consequences just happen to get really big and end up hitting ethan on the head like a metal sheet 😭

their relationship is really so interesting, it makes me really sad to think about sometimes 😭they both went through something that nobody else would ever understand, in the end they really only have each other. they get moved to an entire different country and the dulvey incident gets covered up with a "gas leak"

its really tragic because their marriage definitely had some flaws and bumps. and i know im repeating myself but its because people always take this in the worst way possible but just because i say their relationship was rocky doesnt mean im saying they dont love each other!!! thats the entire basis of mias character!! saying she doesnt love ethan would destroy her entire character!

you can see in the re8 DLC how fondly ethan talks about mia! he loves her so much, though im not sure if his comments in the DLC are him narrating current (post re8) or his thoughts before everything went down and he died (pre re8)

everything mia did was because she LOVED ethan. she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, she is not a cruel person. she hides the truth of her job from ethan pre re7 because she loves him and doesnt want her job to drive them apart. she CONTINUES to refuse to tell ethan the truth post re7 because she wants to move on a live a happy normal life with him and knows something like her being directly associated with the connections would probably cause (more) problems. she refuses to tell ethan that he is mold because again, hard to live a happy marriage with your husband after you tell him hes a bioweapon.

obviously i dont think it was right that she did this, thats what makes her selfish! she did it for herself! she did it for her family! she thought it would work out, she thought that they could move on and be happy together.

the issue is that ethan didnt want to forget. he wanted to know what happened, he wanted to know the part mia played, he wanted answers! which is reasonable! he knows to some extent that mia was partially responsible for his involvement and he was always suspcious that mia was lying to him about her job which is implied when mia says "you were right, i did lie to you"

she doesnt learn, she doesnt stop lying, her lies get bigger and worse and it sucks yeah but it makes her so interesting!!! she keeps doing stupid things under the idea that this is whats best for her and her family, that if she hides this everything will work out and it will be for the better but its not!

just because telling your husband hes dead and a bioweapon is a hard subject to bring up doesnt mean you DONT bring it up. people shouldnt use that as a reason to excuse mia 😭, its a very bad excuse and honestly highlights how horrible their communication skills were. you cant just not tell your husband that he is actually infected with the mold and not tell him for the tree years between post re7 and pre re8.

im not saying these things to put mia down, or try and villanize her. these are all just actual things her character does! she isnt evil, but she isnt a knight in shining armor either. we need to be able to have talks about complex characters without crying everytime someone points out a flaw. characters have flaws! and mia just happens to have a lot of them!

im not mad at her, i dont dislike her because i think this way of her. shes a fictional character! you can like characters that are morally gray, or villains that drink blood and make corpse soldiers. they are fictional! pointing out the flaws of a character does not mean i dont like them.

i wouldnt call her "the real villain of re8" but i wouldnt treat her like a damsel in distress either. she is a competent person, she knows what shes doing, she has her reasons for doing them. she made bad descions with good intentions behind them! they can coexist and we should let them!

i like mithan! its a complex relationship because they both love each other so much but hurt each other in the process

talking about them is just a pain in the butt because talking about mia is a pain in the butt lol

i really hate how she keeps getting sidelined, its super frustrating to see mia get put in a cage in every game 😭

its even more frustrating that mia straight up just disappears???? in the shadows of rose DLC... like she just stops taking care of rose and theres nothing said about it. no reason or explanation. i dont think mia would ever ditch rosemary because she didnt care about her, but we probably will never know because capcom sucks at writing and they probably forgot the mia ever even existed.

all in all, i think the fandom is really just full of misinformation which make people either think mia is some horrible evil person, or its full of people who think that saying mia messed up is the equivalent of comparing her to wesker lol.

i really love mia, shes a incredibly fun and complex character, its just hard to enjoy her sometimes with the people in the fandom haha.

also ive got no idea what u meant by "the backlash against them/mia accusations" so sorry if i didnt answer that!

thank u for the ask! sorry for the long response!

[haveihitanerve]

Calling for Dad

um.. so i saw this post a while back about how the Robins all call for bruce on patrol and i unfortunately cannot find it to reblog off of, but uh yeah. i wrote it so-

this post-

Dick breathed deeply through his nose and whirled, sending his foot flying into a nearby henchman's side. The man went flying back, cursing up a storm that ended quickly as his head connected with the wall. Out cold. Dick brushed his hands off in satisfaction. They were almost done, and he could see bruce tying up and fighting a few extra henchmen only a few feet away, at the same time. Dick turned, planning on tying up the ones he had finished, when something cold and hard slammed into his cheek. Dick reeled backwards, landing hard on the ground. He looked up. A henchman was standing over him, a nasty smile on his face, brass knuckles glinting. Dick could feel tears pooling in his eyes. “Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry’ dick chanted in his head. But his lower lip was trembling. And, maybe it was just some survival instinct, maybe it was just some primal knowledge in dicks little gecko brain, but before he could stop himself, his mouth was open and he was crying. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!” All he spotted was the pale face of the henchman, before a black blur went flying into it. Bruce was at his side a second later, a soft hand on his cheek, a tender brush of fingers across his forehead, a gentle kiss to his head. Dick didn't even feel the injury anymore, it had been more of a shock than anything else, but Bruce didn't finish patrol that day. And dick stayed wrapped up safe and warm in his fathers cape the rest of the night. 

Jason yawned, sending his right fist into the gut in front of him. He had an exam tomorrow, and Bruce had told him to stay home, but Two Face and Penguin had decided to strike a deal in the warehouse, so they had had to show up. Jason knew B regretted bringing him. And would blame himself if jason failed, but honestly, jason just enjoyed spending time with his dad. Whether it was fighting crime or not. He would take the bruises over passing his exam any day. Jason yawned again. The gut was suddenly back on its feet in front of him. Jason startled back, but too late. He hit the ground. Hard. Boots scraped the floor in front of him and Jason could no longer see Bruce. His heartbeat started to accelerate. There was a hand on his ankle and he was being turned, dragged forward. Jason opened his mouth, and screamed. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!” The hand on his ankle froze. Then was ripped away. Jason couldn't hold back his sniffle of fear and suddenly bruce was there, a protective hand on his back, an arm under his butt as bruce lifted him and pressed jason's face against his chest, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings into his boys ear and jason lapped them up like a starving kitten, mewling and pushing closer to his dad, safe with the knowledge his father would always have his back. 

Tim knew he shouldn't have been out alone. But he was doing some reconnaissance on the bane and it couldn't be that bad. Right? Wrong. Next thing he knew the young Drake heir was face to face with the dangerous villain, with nothing but a bo staff in his hands. “Ooh.” cooed bane. “Little robin, flown too far from your nest have you?” He snickered, and the sound sent a cold chill down tims spine. “Well well well. Lets have some funnsie shall we?” And before tim could move the bane had grabbed his staff and snapped it over his leg, tossing the remains aside. Tim stared at him open mouthed. Fear. Fear was coursing through his veins like sharp ice. Tim was scared. And there was a crack and Tim guessed it was either his ribs or skull as hot fiery pain swept through his body and he screamed, head colliding with the wall. And he couldn't breathe. Couldn't breathe couldn't breathe. But he managed to gasp just enough air into his lungs to muster up one single word. “DAAAAAAAAD!” Bane was on the ground faster than tim could blink. And he started to apologize, begging for forgiveness, to stay robin, please, ‘please bruce don't send me back to the Drake estate’ but bruce lifted him gently and carried him slowly and when tim awoke he was still at the manor, not on the doorstep of the Drakes and Bruce was sitting at his side, holding his hand. And when he started to speak tim felt fear clutch him immediately. But the man wasn't telling him to leave. He wasn't kicking him out. He was telling him about the other Robins who had called dad before him. It was the first time Tim heard bruce speak about Jason so plainly. Without anger or guilt or regret. But rather with warmth. “You are my son Timmy.” bruce whispered quietly. “My son.” 

Stephanie knew she wasn't as experienced as she needed to be to be robin, but bruce had still let her on the streets with him, and she would be damned if she disappointed him. After all, it was just Black Mask. What harm could he do? “Apparently a lot.” Steph thought dryly as she leapt around the man who was swinging wildly at her. She was bleeding from a gash in her thigh, and was pretty certain she had at least two broken ribs. They were really slowing her down but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Wasn't handling. Except. Except she couldn't handle it. Black Mask swung his bat, and Steph didn't make it out of the way in time. The metal connect full force with her side and steph went flying, slamming hard into the concrete wall. She wheezed. Now there was definitely some internal bleeding. Her nose was running and before she could get up, a boot connected with her face. Now it was running with blood. Her teeth felt lose. Stephanie's mouth was so dry. Black Masks taunting face appeared above her and Steph could do nothing more than whimper as pain wracked through her body as he started to beat her. She could taste the throw up in her mouth. Could smell the overpowering stench of iron, from her own blood. Her heart was battering so loudly in her ears from fright if she hadn't heard it she might've thought she was dead. But she wasn't. Dead. She was definitely afraid. She and Bruce had never discussed what they were. She had a dad. He had kids. A daughter. They had never broached the subject of adoption, or even being anything more than slight friends. It didn't matter that she saw him as a father figure. A better one than she had ever actually had. It was this thought, above all others, that rose to the front of stephanie's mind while black mask bloodied her. And it was this thought, above all others, that made her lick her dry lips and scream, with all the air she had left in her lings. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!” Black Mask laughed at her. “Authur ain't gonna save you!” he sneered. Arthur Brown had never even crossed Stephanie's mind. Black Mask lifted his fist, ready to bring it crashing down on her head. But it never connected. Not with stephanie at least. But rather with a very large, very angry, Batman. She had never seen Bruce throw anyone. Much less through two walls. But here they were. Hands touched her. Warm hands. Kind hands. The same hands that had cradled her after nightmares. The same hands that had handed her snacks and wordlessly pulled her into a hug when she had shown up on his doorstep, wistful and ashed, slightly bedraggled, begging for sanctuary. The warm hands of her father. “Dad.” She choked. “Shhh.” bruce soothed softly, stroking her hair as he lifted her, like a newborn calf, into his arms and carried her home. “Its alright sweetheart. I've got you.” 

Damian had never called Bruce dad. It just wasn't done. Mother was Mother, Grandfather was Grandfather, and so naturally, Father was Father. He knew other kids didn't agree. Had heard his classmates shriek with joy and cries of “DAD!” And “papa!” when greeting their fathers. Even his siblings did so, whether Cassandra threw herself at him with a cheerful “daddy!” or jason tossed an arm around his shoulders with a heartfelt “hey pops” or tim and dick, who had no issues with plopping themselves into his lap and purring “daddio.’ when they needed something.  Even Barbara had taken to calling Bruce ‘dad 2.0’ from time to time. Damian had never even considered calling his father dad. Much less on patrol. Except. Except he had heard his brothers chatting about it. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But they hadn’t exactly tried to be quiet either. “B don’t love me!” Jason had shouted, plopping with an over dramatic sigh onto the couch. Dick didn’t even look up from whatever he was working on, just laughed. “Sure jason. Remember that time you called for him on patrol?” Tim chuckled, walking in as well and sitting on the couch opposite his brother. “Oh yeah.” He let out a high pitched scream and imitated a young Jason. “Dad!” They all laughed. Jason couldn’t contain his smile. “Yeah yeah. I know. He loves all of us. It would be nice if he showed it differently than just arriving when we need him, but it’s sweet all the same.” “Aw.” Dick cooed. Jason threw a pillow at him. Tim laughed. “Robin calling for his Dad is still the scariest thing a villain can hear.” The others chimed their agreement. Damian filed the information away carefully, planning on testing that. To see if father reacted with the same rage his brothers had described for him as he had for them. Damian had never seen his father snap. Had never seen his ruthless side. According to his siblings that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Damian huffed, throwing a quick and effortless punch to the man in front of him. He hit the dirt without even managing a sound of pain. Damian smirked in triumph, but the man was up again. Damian flinched as the foot connected with his face. He went flying back, slamming into the chimney of the roof he was on. The man stalked towards him, grinning evilly. Damian scrambled back. For the first time, fear coursed through him. “BABAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” damian screamed. His brothers hadn't been lying. The mans face paled in fear a split second before an angry bruce slammed into him, fists flying. Damian wasn't entirely certain his father had stuck with his no killing rule. But that didn't matter. Because Father was here now, holding him close, snuggling damian into bed, kissing his head. And Damian started calling Father Baba. 

[mystellenia]

shower sex with switch!ellie

summary: when you come home from work, ellie just can't keep her hands off of you. when you move things to the shower, it gets steamy (do u get it bc its the shower and like the water is hot so- yup ok i’ll leave)

content: smutty then turns into cutesy fluff at the end ❤︎︎ established relationship, switch!ellie (my gf), nipple play (r receiving), fingering (both receiving), dirty talk if u squint and shake the phone, reader is not a shy and stuttering mess!!

notes: none, i’m just eepy and my back hurts

(wc 1.5k)

after your long day at work and ellie's nonstop painting, you couldn't keep your hands off of each other once you got home. you smothered the other in kisses, hands frantic to feel every inch of available skin. ellie's skin was dotted in all different shades of paint, so you thought it perfect to clean her off in the shower. 

you walk her backwards towards the bathroom, opening the door and turning the light on all without your lips leaving hers. you pull back to slide the glass shower door open, spinning only the hot dial all the way up. after realizing where you were going with this, ellie pushed you up against the sink, lifting you to set you on the counter and stepping in between your legs to begin trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, eliciting a shocked and breathy moan from you. "i wanna make you feel good, baby," she almost begs. 

seemingly frustrated by the amount of clothes still between you, ellie pulls away and says, "take your shirt off," before ripping her glasses off her face and quickly pulling her own over her head. she quickly lunges back towards your face to kiss you again, moving her kisses to your cheek and then the side of your head while she starts to knead your breasts. "you sound so pretty," she groans against your skin and brushes her thumbs over your bra-clad chest, just the feeling of you under her hands and the sound of your voice enough to unravel her composure. 

you tighten your legs around her hips, threading your fingers through her short, auburn locks and tugging. "ellie..." you plead—for more, for less, you didn't know. you realize it was for more when she reaches around you and unclips your bra, pulling it from your arms and latching her lips onto your nipple. "oh, my- ellie," you gasp at her mouth around you, her tongue warm and circling around your nipple while her hand pinches and tweaks at the other. the spots of paint on her body start to smudge from both the steam and your hands gripping onto her like a lifeline, painting her skin pink and green and orange. 

the air quickly grows thick from heavy breaths and steam, so you pull on her hair to bring her up to you and unbutton her paint-covered grey jeans, pushing them over her butt and down her legs. she steps out of them and reaches to your own bottoms, unbuttoning your slacks and tapping your hips to signal you to lift so she can take them off completely. you both strip the rest of the way and step into the shower, your bodies met with the scalding water. 

ellie gasps at the temperature, but all is quickly forgotten once your body pushes her against the cold tile of the shower walls, ellie wincing at the chill. you kiss her long and hard, your hand snaking down her body and rubbing her hip. your hand moves closer to her core as you lick her lip, nipping at it as you pull away to watch her face while you dip your fingers in between her folds. her face screws up and her head falls back against the tile, and you whisper "my turn" against her lips, your fingers beginning to work in circles around her clit.  

her hair falls wet against her forehead, brows drawn together so tightly it looked painful. you continue working at her, your other hand grabbing her jaw to tilt her head down to look at you. "hey," you snap, "look at me." you stop your movement between her legs to get her attention, and she opens her eyes just enough to look at you. she makes a noise between a whine and a moan, and you continue. "wanna bet you won't be able to stay quiet?" 

she shudders but fights your claim. "no, i can, i can do that. i'll stay quiet," she rushes out, willing to say anything for you to start moving your fingers again.  

you smile at her, slicking her hair back with your hand and rubbing the back of her head. "okay then. try to stay quiet and keep that mouth shut, all right?" you coo at her as she nods, snorting when she gurgles out a muffled moan at your fingers quickly thrusting inside her. "you'll be okay—should be easy enough." 

she looks down at your finger pumping in and out with her bottom lip swollen from biting it, your thumb firmly circling around her clit. you curl your finger in a scooping motion, and she tosses her head back and lets out a shaky breath, grabbing onto your shoulders for stability. 

the water continues to beat down on you, and you watch ellie intently as she opts for shuddery breaths instead of the moans and whines that she keeps having to swallow down. with her head back, you lean in to kiss her neck, and her hands shoot to your head and thread through your hair, lightly tugging on the wet strands. 

when her legs begin to shake, you add another finger, smiling down at her when she reaches out to grip your wrist. she moves up to stand on her tiptoes, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure growing in her lower stomach. "wait, wait, wait, slow do- hold on," she babbles, her blunt nails digging crescents into your wrist. 

"didn't you say you could stay quiet?" you taunt, slowing your movements to a painfully slow pace. "you don't want me anymore? okay then."  

you begin to pull out but ellie's grip on your wrist tightens. "don't you fucking dare." 

"oh?" you say, cocking your head at her sudden attitude. "what happened to nice ellie?" you pout, but ultimately give in and return to your bruising pace. her tremulous breaths return just as quickly as they left. 

her body starts twitching, and you know she's getting close when she starts babbling and mumbling on about how it feels so good, how she's so close, and then how she can stay quiet when you roughly thrust your fingers in and give her a stern look. 

finally, the thrashing of her body stops as she cums, her right hand tightly over her mouth to keep her noises in and her left gripping onto your forearm for balance. as she comes back down, her eyes still glazed over and chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, she looks at you in awe and slides her tongue over her bottom lip, breathing out, "jesus christ," before rushing at you to kiss you, her tongue dancing along yours. 

she leans down, wrapping her lips around you and sucking hard. you jolt at the sensation and clench your thighs, the skin slippery from your arousal. 

ellie wastes no time in taking her fill of you, her knee nudging yours open as she dips her hand in between your legs and abruptly pushes two fingers inside you.  

"you brat, making me stay quiet like that," she spits. "i don't want you to be quiet. i want to hear you." her hand starts jackhammering into you before you can respond, instead gurgling out a loud moan. "yeah, like that," she says, egging your loud moans on.  

her pace never falters, fast and relentless, each thrust of her hand bumping you against the wet wall and making you moan each time. your orgasm comes much faster than hers, and you finish with your voice high and strained, her name the only thing able to form on your lips. 

she endearingly rubs her thumb over your cheek. "you look prettiest like this," she says, following it up with, "let's clean you up now." 

she wets the sponge and pumps a dollop of body wash into it, intentionally skipping yours straight to her own, the lemon-rosemary scent filling your nose. she loved it when you wore her clothes; now you smell like me, she'd always say. 

after lathering it up with her hands, she passes it over your body, leaving no valley or crevice untouched. she greedily spends extra time on your breasts, passing the suds back and forth on your nipples. "ellie," you scold, rolling your eyes at her annoyed chuff. 

her hands direct you under the showerhead, the water now cooled down to the perfect temperature. once you're free of soap, you reach for the shampoo and squirt some onto ellie's head, setting the bottle down to begin working it into her hair. 

"ohhhhhhmygod," she groans, long and loud, leaning into your touch as her eyes flutter shut. "how did i find you?" 

you smile at her words and move her to set her chin on your shoulder to rinse the shampoo out, then do the same with conditioner. 

"oh man, baby, you just messed up." she pulls back to look at you, her eyes low and sated. 

your eyes flick between her own and look for any discomfort, your brows drawn in worry that you did something wrong. 

"i hope you know that i'm never washing my own hair again, right?" you shake your head and laugh, leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. "i'm okay with that." 

a/n: did you know that a chuff is british slang for ass. what does that have to do with butts brits are weird (sorry all brits that follow me i love u guys)

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[yandere-sins]

Do you still write for yandere omega? That piece was soooo good oml, can you write an aftermath or just a snippet of day to day life with them? Yan omegas are so rare and they are rarely explored and tours really set a tone on what they could do. Its the ultimate ploy, nobody can suspect an omega desiring a simple beta, simply too outrageous to think

I never really stop writing for anything (that might be the actual problem, lol). Thanks for your request!

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content!!

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Tap, tap, tap.

Their fingers swept over the keyboard on their lap, restless and excited, generating countless words per minute. A smile played on the omega's lips, giddy and amused as they scrolled and replied to endless comments, the flood of new notifications never-ending. The success of their latest video—a video showing you and them immersed in heat and rut for hours to no end—was something that not even they could have expected. Still, they kept their online banking up, watching donations and premium membership fees roll in by the second, putting a wide grin on their face.

Humming in satisfaction, they halted their fanservice, glancing up from the blinding laptop screen to you, sitting on the chair next to them, still dazed as you ate your cereals. You two had been holed up for days in your nest, the whole production of your very first video having ruthlessly dragged you through all emotions known to mankind and leaving you exhausted. Not exhausted enough to refuse the food your omega procured for you, but enough so that you didn't argued or cried anymore while shoveling colorful, animal-shaped cereals and milk into your mouth. 

Even like this—disheveled, still a little crusty (since you didn't want to get out of your curled position and shower with them after they stopped the recording), and sore—you were no less their beautiful beta than you were down in the love nest, ravaging your omega like a goddamn beast. 

You had visibly turned off reality around you, sitting there completely out of it as you ate, heading your omega no mind. What you must be thinking about was as puzzling as it was unconcerning to them, their own thoughts had always been louder in their head. However, as they watched you, they grew antsy, missing your full attention on them like when you two were buried in sheets and in the spotlight of their production, even though it had been painful at times. But even pain was beautiful to some, and your pain was a gift to them, just like your love was. They missed your hands all over them, spit and sweat mixing as your bodies moved in perfect harmony with each other. Now, despite sitting close enough to you that they could easily reach out and hold your hand, it was not close enough.

They hadn't brought you here for you to be away from them. All the money and time that went into building, securing, and completely erasing the location of this mansion had not been so you two would be apart from each other. Not for you to have that kind of freedom, one that the omega didn't want for you or for them. 

It was bittersweet to abandon their beloved fans for you, the very same people who made it possible for you two to be together. Who supported and encouraged the omega, no matter what, as they worked their butt off for more and more of their attention. And yet, the omega announced their farewells for the day, promising more exciting content to come tomorrow before logging off and closing the laptop.

It was your attention they wanted. Only yours. 

It had only ever been you they desired, from kindergarten well into adulthood. They had always clung to you and pleaded for you to claim them long before your diagnosis. It was such a shame that you didn't present as an alpha when the time came; otherwise, their place at your side would have been surely secured. This way, they had to go to drastic lengths to be with you, even though the effort hadn't been in vain. Now they had you right where they wanted. 

Their hand sliding up your arm, you halted your movements, spoon hanging in mid-air with milk dripping from its rim. There was a slight shake in your hand, growing more and more intense the higher the omega's hand traveled. Until they gripped your shoulder, the spoon clattering on the designer table, milk and cereals going everywhere as you winced in pain. 

Their grip was merciless, considering the many, many marks and bruises they left on your body, the pain only now registering that you were out of the drug-induced rut. Your whole body was practically mauled by your omega's teeth and sharp nails, fists they used to get you in position when you were too high to listen to their demands. Everything hurt, and when they climbed on your lap, tears shot back into your eyes, their hands freely roaming your chest and arms without remorse about what they did to you. 

In fact, they were proud feeling the indents through your t-shirt. A shirt they rubbed all over themselves before helping you into, marking you with their scent. Had you been an alpha, it would have been so easy to make sure you smelled like your omega. But you weren't. So they needed to use more drastic methods to mark you. The omega could think about a good handful more ways but decided to keep those for the next time they'd put you in front of a camera. Until then, a shirt and their body rubbing against yours had to suffice. 

"You did so well," they cooed, longing for nothing more than to hear you praise them as well. But perhaps they had to show you first how to take care of an omega, so, once again, they took the lead, just like they always had in this relationship. "Fucked me so good, made me feel so full ~ My pretty little beta. You enjoyed it, too, right? We made such a lovely video; now my fans love you too."

"Ah- No more..." you gasped weakly, gripping the omega's waist and trying to push them off you. They grinned at your little, helpless defiance, the bite you had after arriving in your new home now muzzled after days of fucking. You had so many more beautiful sounds to give them than your screaming and crying—moaning, whimpering, begging. Their hips were grinding over your legs and into yours, the pain etched into your face of no concern to the omega as they kept disturbing all the sore and wounded parts of your body.

God, you were beautiful. 

Day, night, evening, morning, you were always fucking stunning. Happy, smiling, angry, crying, needy, drooling, hurt, and despairing. There was no moment they didn't love you. You were only made for them, your beauty belonged all to the omega. Even god must have meant for you two to be together. 

"Hush, it's okay. There, there..." your omega muttered, leaning forward to kiss your tears away, licking up the salty trails they left behind while their hips picked up speed on top of you, causing some blissful moans from the omega's lips. Nothing in this world turned them on like you did, even sitting at the table, crying pathetically over the pleasure they gave you. You were so seductive, even when you were hurting. Anything they gave you, pain or pleasure, you had to accept it just like the omega did. Pain, acceptance, being close to each other no matter what—all these feelings you harbored for them, you had to accept the same way they did. That's what love meant.

Sliding their hand down your chest, they dug under your waistband, sliding further and further. You let out a beautiful gasp, followed by your body shifting and hands trying to stop the passionate grind of the omega's hips. But latest when they had their hand on your sex, making you flinch at the touch, you slowly stilled, merely trembling as your breath turned ragged. 

"That's it, baby!" the omega cheered, your pleasure becoming their own as they used their hand to get both of you off by grinding against it. "Come for me, Darling! You'll do it, right? Come for me? Come like a good beta from your omega's hand?"

They'd turn all this hurt into more and more love. Your pain would soon cease when you realized they were doing what was right for you. Their hand was slick with your juices, confirming that the omega was right—they were the best and only option for you to thrive in this life, just like the thought of you had driven them to success. It would turn you into an alpha despite your genes, at least one in mind. Now that they had you, they would never let you go. They'd never abandon you and take a real alpha; there was no need for it anymore when they could shape you into what they wanted. 

Slipping their hand out of your shorts again, they licked off the remnants of your orgasm, watching as your body collapsed beneath them. That's right, they thought, just let yourself fall. Once you'd learn to leave behind all the bad thoughts and drown in the pleasure and love they'd give you, everything would get better. You could live your life with them, secluded and confined in your togetherness, in peace and harmony. 

Your omega would do what you needed to realize this.

"I love you," they murmured against your lips, licking over the bloody marks of your own teeth that had bitten into them, kissing away the pain. Soon, there would be no need to hold back like this. No need for hostility against them. Everything would go back to how it was before your diagnosis. You two would finally be happy. 

"I love you so much," they sighed, ignoring the jolt in your body as they began to grind again, not yet done with you. Mouths mixing in a one-sided kiss, the omega moaned into it, ignoring every flinch and your whining when they bit into your lips as well, combining your mark with theirs and tasting what belonged to them. 

They knew they might have to ruin you some more to achieve their goals. Break in the old belief that you two could never be together, and let it crumble like a house of cards by showing you how they could take care of you. Bring out your real potential as their partner. Claim you until you were too weak to refuse them as your bonded partner. 

It was a rocky road until then, littered with more arguments, nights of silence, tears, and them getting what they wanted no matter how much you suffered. But they had gone through much worse to get to where they were now. The extra effort would not stand in the way of your happiness. After all, that's what devotion was.

And your omega would always be the one and only for you. 

[chukys-mouthguard]

#21 fluff for Matt Rempe please :)

Prompt: “You’re the only one I have opened up to like this.”

“Did it hurt?”

You hand hesitantly moving to touch the black and blue mark that had found its place on Matt’s eye, trying not to inflict any more pain on him.

“When I fell from heaven? Nah, it wasn’t too hard of a fall.”

Rolling your eyes at him, he couldn’t help but laugh. His humor the one thing you could always count on, no matter the situation.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.”

“Well I sure think so!”

The two of you sat in Matt’s apartment as you’d put in your doctor cap and attempted to help his newly acquired battle scars from yet another fight. To be honest you didn’t know how he was still actively participating in the fights. His face surely couldn’t take another punch after 3 fights in a row.

“I mean, sure it hurts. It definitely doesn’t feel good. But, I kind of signed up for this you know?”

Walking the first aid kit back to the bathroom, you’d someone scoffed at his words. “Mmm, signed up for that? I disagree. I don’t know if anyone signs up for that.”

While he understood what you meant, he disagreed. Matt always knew he wasn’t going to be the next Crosby or Ovechkin. And because of that, he had to excel in other areas.

He sighed as you rejoined him on the couch, his demeanor now changing as he seemed exhausted. His body finally waving the white flag that it needed a break.

“I just, I love hockey. So much. And, I know that I’m not the greatest skater, I’m not scoring 80 goals a season, hell I probably won’t even play 80 minutes a season. But I know that I can support the guys who can do those things. And maybe that’s through fighting. Sure, I don’t necessarily love getting my face bashed in. But I’m willing to get punched in the face, if that means getting to put on that jersey and play in a place like Madison Square Garden.”

The emotion in his voice almost bringing you to tears, you knew how much he loved the sport. But hearing him talk about it like this, hearing him be vulnerable and not the joking goof ball he normally was. It was refreshing. For him to just be Matt Rempe, a normal 21 year old guy who is working his butt off to make a name for himself.

“I love that, every single thing you said. And I wish more people got to see this side of you. Because this I’m sure is more meaningful to people. Your love and passion for the sport, I’m sure your teammates would love to hear you talk like this too.”

He shyly laughed as he tried to climb off his sappy soapbox.

“You’re the only one I’ve opened up to like this.”

His fingers intertwined with yours as he leaned in to give you a kiss. A thank you for being by his side and supporting him through it all. And for putting up with him on days he looked like he’d been in a horrific bar fight.

“Well, I’m honored that you opened up to me. Now, let’s get you into bed, I have a feeling someone is definitely sleeping in tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah, please don’t wake me until at least 7pm.”

[ransackedpotato3]

The girl and her date were sitting on the raised pavement, speaking about their favorite artists. She sat with jeans tight at the hips, she went commando, no panties, as she did frequently. taking sips at her vanilla protein drink every few seconds.

They had just left chipotle an hour earlier, she ordered the spiciest things she could! They were having a great time too, and they would continue, at least … the girl hoped so.

Extra protein always seemed like a great idea, she wanted to grow her leg muscles, a protein shake seemed like a good idea at the time. She was unknowing on the effects of it though, she had never had a protein shake before, and didn’t know the… nasty side effects.

“Boy, Carti is ass” she said as she laughed jokingly. The laughter was cut short when a loud gurgle erupted from her stomach. Her hands moved to her stomach as the dull annoying pain of a stomachache hit her suddenly.

She tried to make her pain less obvious by maintaining eye contact, but her shuffles and twitches were sure to garner attention from her date.

Suddenly, her anus threatened to let loose on her, she let a faint hum out as a sharp pain was felt on her asshole, a behemoth was trying to make its way out. She focused every inch of her energy on holding the massive snake in, so much so that she completely forgot to remain in the conversation. She just stared at her dare, maintaining eye contact, faintly shaking. Her face was turning a little red as she strained.

The lack of response with the maintenance of eye contact, along with a completely straight face with a little grin gave her date the completely wrong idea. He stopped speaking and leaned in for a kiss. He closed his eyes and inches closer to her, while the girl was too busy clenching her cheeks with all the energy she could muster.

She snapped back to reality when she finally felt like she was regaining control, but as she perceived her date leaning in for a kiss, she instinctively tried to move away.

In the process of scooting away, she press her hands to the pavement she was seated on to lift herself up. It turns out, her sitting on the hard pavement was what prevented her from shitting on herself, not the might of her anus, as she was slowly lifting her butt up, a gargantuan log of shit began making its way out her asshole, stopping her in her tracks.

Her clenching had sharpened the log of shit to be thin at the end and become thicker as it progressed, the first inch of the log was thin enough to break off in her jeans, but the next inch was as thick as an arm. A fist sized log of shit tented out her jeans, enough for the backside of her jeans waistband to reveal her asscheaks, and give the outside of the massive log nearly ripping her asshole apart. She kept her face as normal as possible, breaking her eye contact as the titanic log made a crackling sound in her jeans. The log stopped midway, keeping her asshole stretched, as she stopped moving herself upwards, and kept herself still.

Crkkk

The sound made the date open his eyes, noticing the breaking of eye contact, but not noticing the jeans tenting outwards below her. “You okay?” He said to her, to which he got no reply. He noticed she was looking straight in front of them, at seemingly nothing, so he did the same. Thinking of it in a romantic way.

Then she grunted, with a hard ugh sound. Despite her efforts to contain the massive log, her body was impulsively pushing the shit out. The emerging poo smashed harder into her jeans, tenting them out far enough for the resistance of the denim to stop its movement, even lifting her further from the pavement in doing so. The log did not bend or break, it was solid and straight, her belly kept pushing out, but the resistance of the jeans did not let it move, it was stuck and it hurt like hell. She couldn’t move a muscle, nor could she stop the pushing.

In an attempt to find another solution, she let go of the pavement and let her body weight push the poo back in, it worked somewhat, the massive shit slid almost all she way back in, but she was still turtle heading, with the now flat tip of the massive poo, her asshole was stretched the same length as it was before, but the advance of the log was stopped by the pavement she was sitting on instead of the resistance of her jeans.

The sliding back hurt like hell, she tried to resist her instinctive jolt of pain but failed, she lifted her ass from the pavement enough for her date to notice and the massive log shot out to the same length, but twice as fast.

She made a really painful sound as she and her shit maintained the position for a few seconds, she couldn’t stand the pain any longer. her knees locked as her hands met them, then she pushed with all her might.

She started grunting as she pushed with all her might helping the enormous log of poop fight the resistance of her jeans, with a last painful grunt, she bent herself forward swiftly, breaking the log in half, and making letting it rest below as another log emerged.

the next log was just as wide and asshole stretching, but it was much softer, soft enough to advance out and squish against the denim jeans, but still firm enough to stay up and form a ball in her jeans.

BRRRRPTBPTBPBPBPBBPWBBB

As she was violently shitting in her jeans, a bulge- less of a bulge, and more of an opening formed in her jeans, from the top of the back of her waistband, right to the growing ball of shit in her jeans, giving the outside a perfect view of the chaos ensuing in her pants.

Her date watched with wide eyes as she grunted and shuffled aggressively, shitting herself, still unclear on what was going on. “Hey, you good? What the hell?” He said in confusion.

After half a minute of straining and painful grunting, she finally stopped. She was almost blue, she took heavy breaths as her hands left her knees, but she remained bent forward to not shuffle the shit behind in her jeans behind her. The massive ball of shit had grown to the size of a baseball. She could still feel the first log, it was the hardest of them all, and was lodged between her thighs, feeling like an extremely warm rock.

Her ass was still gaping slightly, and the pain in her stomach and asshole was still sharp. Her eyes teared up. Her date had no clue what to do at this point.

“H-hey, should I walk you to the bathroom?” He asked, “do you want me to?” Unaware that he wasn’t making any sense. She just nodded as she looked at the ground in shame.

They slowly walked to the bathroom,she remained bent forward through the whole hundred step journey to the park bathroom.

As they arrived her stomach gurgled again… the hard firm wide logs were the spicy chipotle she ate, and the cause of the next wave, was the protein shake. She held her stomach as wet diarrhea splurged out of her asshole.

CHRSSSSSSCHKSHSCHSHSHSH

The sloppy diarrhea made a distinct sound, overlapped with bubble farts and sharts. The wet shit, barely finding a way around the massive wall of shit blocking her asshole, blasted from her anus at high pressure at two points. Half of the sloppy shit went above the firm poo, showering over it, and glazing it like a donut ball, even flying out of her jeans from the opening above, splattering all over her back, and on the floor behind her. Another stream of wet slime like poo went below, towards the first log, blasting into the front of her inner thighs, and her pussy. She felt every bit of it, her senses overwhelmed her.

She began sobbing, squatting down as she shit herself more, the wet shit streamed out of her jeans as she squat, squishing the firm ball against her ass.

Her date at this point was speechless, he had no idea what to do in this situation. A puddle of brown diarrhea started forming under her, her jeans stained with poo and her face with tears.

They stood motionless for what felt like an eternity, “a-are you done?” He asked. He didn’t mean to sound rude, that’s just the first thing he could think of saying. She stood up slowly, her hands extruding outwards from the grossness of the shit she felt in her backside and waddled into the bathroom, not saying a word.

“Should i stay here with you?” He asked, with no response.

And then a few years passed and they got married! :)

[tiredsmashbros]

Memories : part one

2k words ; tsb fanfic

the battle was intense. that's all smg4 could think about. chest tightens while engulfed in fear as he dodges the attacks of a giant mallet aiming at him. barely escaping the impact by an inch. the mallet belonging to non other than the person who has been impacting smg4's life into a spiral of endless stress. the suspicious behavior pattern, lack of consideration of others, unrealistic cartoon language and logic, and even his mysterious background are what made smg4 legs shake. yet the fellow still showed acts of kindness, thoughtfulness, a sense of genuine... nothing made sense! what's worse, smg4 never expected anything weird coming from this guy from their first introduction, he genuinely was quite excited for a new friend who seemed so silly, and intrigued by the memes he shared. yet... here he was now. fighting what felt like for his life. he didn't know what to do but be on the defensive side as he grew tired and weak. doing his best to sustain stamina as the yellow, blue maniac wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"stop this man! this isn't like you!" smg3 shouted, in the hope of verbally knocking some sense into the propeller-wearing individual, despite already countless efforts beforehand. striking a punch on tsb's face, losing his grip on his mallet.

"you don't know him." the body of tsb responded, his voice giving an unusual echo, eyes narrowed exposing his brown iris, accompanied by an uncanny smile that spread across his face. letting out a childish chuckle, tsb pulls his head back and strikes onto smg3 with a head-butt move. receiving a pained groan in response to the quick attack. smg4 rushed over to aid smg3 from falling over, standing beside his guardian partner, yearning to protect him but fueled with caution of the maniac man in front of them.

"let's try our meme powers again!" smg4 suggested to smg3, catching his breath in between.

"that method is futile." tsb spoke, almost monotone, his head dripping from the side of his shoulder, "you are too tired. you don't have enough energy to input something effective." he added.

smg3 clicked his tongue, eyes filled with anger yet with a touch of sorrow. seeing tsb talk and act this way made smg3 feel uneasy. something felt off by the way he spoke and the usage of vocabulary. his mind clouded with memories, being reminded of the silly obnoxious man that would bounce out of nowhere, someone he'd spent having long talks of comfort, a bro to always be there to help... to now him aiming to beat him down till he couldn't stand on either foot. "he's right," smg3 softly spoke, "nothing we do will work. we can't beat him..." smg3 added in a defeated tone.

"finally that's progress into your head!" tsb exclaimed, adding in a child-like giggling, giving the two guardians chills down their spines. till suddenly a lightbulb sparked inside smg4.

"wait that's it!" smg4 said. "into your head!"

"what in the hell are you-" smg3 spoke, but he was interrupted by his hand being pulled away by his blue counterpart.

puzzled yet intrigued, tsb grins and starts the chase after the smg's. staying somewhat close behind, but far enough to make the chase more of a game instead. dragging his body unnaturally on purpose.

smg3 got a hold of his stance, running behind smg4 but flustered by the sudden hand grab turned into holding. "b-baka! w-where are we-"

"while i was locked up by tsb and by that weird pink sand time guy," smg4 interjected, "right before you guys found me i was starting my escape when i accidentally stumbled upon watching him put a weird helmet device onto tsb's head." the two running out of the dark void they were formally at, to a slim hallway of the same black stardust material on the walls, floor, and ceiling. "and that is relevant how?" smg3 queried, puzzled, taking a mental note of tsb following them behind. yet tsb wasn't close enough to listen to the smg's conversation.

"that helmet device is the key! i overheard that sand guy its used to go into memories of mortals!"

"so why did he put one on tsb? to manipulate and control him or some shit?"

"m-maybe? i don't know yet! but it's our ticket to hopefully stopping this rampage of his before that cartoon legit kills us! you're close with him, maybe you can try punching his chaotic shit out of his mind?" smg4 quizzed.

"pfftha! that i can do!" smg3 cheered, a smirk blooming across his face. becoming aware of the possibility of potentially saving his friend who may be mind-controlled, it just made sense! the tsb he knew would never act this strange or dangerous. an observation thought the purple guardian kept to himself, fully aware of what his partner may have opinionated if spoken aloud. smg3 may love his guardian partner, but he knows for a fact from the small crescent of his emo heart who tsb truly is as an individual. even if smg3 lacks personal background and proof to support his belief, he would curse smg4's name for believing it. he only hopes that one day smg4 could realize for himself, how wrong he is about the silly looney toon. only time could tell as smg4 continued to lead them to what seemed like an endless dream space. seeing the same black void tingled confusion in his mind, it felt like an illusion even seeing the same thing repeatedly. his eyes giving a sense of lost in reality.

finally, smg4 jerked into an open room of an iron door, a space surrounded by chalkboards, paper, technology equipment, and science shenanigans smg3 took note of. smg4 immediately began searching for one of the helmet devices he mentioned, successfully within seconds smg4 found it and held it high in accomplishment. it was shaped and looked like a thick, solid helmet made for riding bicycles, painted all white accompanied by a red, yellow, and blue stripe down the center of the headwear. immediately, smg4 began searching for a second one to complete the mind transaction process. just as he does, tsb creepily walks in announcing his entrance, "back by popular demand...ME!" the 'me' delivered in an almost demonic-like vocal expression.

smg3 let out a small cry in surprise, retreating to smg4's side, praying now that smg4 was right about this plan. "alright 3, you grab ahold of him as best you can in a still position so i can input this on top of his stupid head!" smg4 ordered, moving to the side cautiously eyeing tsb.

smg3 nodded, "got it." he spoke not as enthusiastic as before, as he began to mentally prepare to hold that crazy cartoon maniac down after already a long fighting session as his life seriously depended on it. he prepped his stance, knees bent down at a 90-degree angle, spreading his legs for a wider range. "come on now then, big boy! show daddy how much you love him!" smg3 shouted, fanning his hands as a motion to invite tsb to come at him.

tsb manically laughed, full sprinting and pouncing at smg3 letting out a fnaf 2 foxy jumpscare scream. immediately the two began wrestling hitting and smacking down tables and chairs that flooded the room, papers flying above as cords being detached were heard. smg3 attempts to land punches to only then be received with a bite on his arm instead. smg3 bit his lip in an attempt to hold in his screams of pain and instead used it as the perfect opportunity to flip their positions with smg3 now on top of him. pressing his arm further back into tsb's mouth to stabilize him with his head in an upward locked position, despite the bottom half of his body being twisted the other way due to his unnatural body physics. using his other hand to aggressively stabilize tsb's hands, whereas his foot locked down tsb's legs.

smg4 stood on the sidelines, patiently and anxiously waiting for smg3 to hold the cartoon still, and just as his partner did smg4 rushed in without a second thought placing the device on top of tsb's head. swiftly removing tsb's propeller hat to prevent it from getting in the way. remembering how the pink sand man did it on him by pressing a black button on the side to activate it. after it was finally set on tsb's head, smg4 took a step back watching as the man pinned on the ground attempted to remove the helmet to no avail.

"now what!?" smg3 yelled with a struggled tone, growing anxiously impatient and mentally screaming in agonizing pain, grinding his teeth hard as tsb only dug his teeth deeper into the purple guardian's arm urgently attempt for freedom.

"okay, okay, i just need you to hold your head still and i'll place the second helmet on you so you can mind travel into his crazy brains or whatever!" smg4 hurriedly said, just as panicked as his guardian partner. swiftly grabbing the second helmet he had behind him and rushing towards back to smg3.

however, tsb did not like the plan these partnered guardians were cooking up. this time, putting all his energy into brute force to twist smg3 down to the opposite side of smg4's path to prevent him from putting the helmet on.

the purple meme guardian screamed in agony as his head harshly hit the floor, his body positioned awkwardly to be kept down by tsb. smg4 jolted from the sudden change of control and stood frozen in fear. to tsb's misfortune, smg3 was still holding onto tsb's hands enough to continue to prevent him from manually removing the helmet. yet the catch was there was no safe possible way to input the helmet onto smg3's head without tsb interfering.

"smg3! i-i can't find a safe spot to put the helmet on you!" smg4 said worriedly, fearful of his plan coming to a defeat. it couldn't end like this, he needed to think of something! tsb only laughed to himself, concluding by default victorious without the consideration of smg3 coming to a concluded thought. a thought that not only would help them win on top but a thought that may finally answer his prayers for the person he cared most to finally understand.

"s-smg4," the purple counterpart started, "YOU have to put the helmet on!" this suggestion surprised both his partner and the animated cartoon. "you can't put it on me, but it's not impossible for you to put it on yourself. YOU got to go inside this dumb dr. pepper loving asshole's brains and fix him!"

"i-i can't do that!" smg4 stuttered, shaking anxiously realizing the aim smg3 was getting at.

"yes you can! you can do it for me or for hell's sake do it for tari! she needs out help! we can't waste anymore time smg4!" smg3 exclaimed impatiently.

"i don't know how-"

"NEITHER DO I!" smg3 bursted, "but you trust and believe in me enough to do it anyways from the start! i trust and believe right back at you man." smg4 stood idly shocked, and to his surprise so did tsb. catching himself staring into tsb's eyes, they were still narrowed like before but... this time he could see a white arrow-shape glimmer in them. it almost felt like he was pleading for him to do so, to put on the helmet... but why? as if lost time on a timer, tsb's eyes reeled back to maniac mode, and resumed his attempt to freed himself from smg3's bearable grasp. "DO IT NOW FOUR!" smg3 yelled as he pushed in all his remaining energy to hold tsb down.

in a hesitant instance, smg4 removed his hat and put the helmet on. "NOOO!" screamed tsb in a higher echoed pitch, an unrecognized voice that didn't belong to tsb. with one more glance at his best friend, the two meme guardians gave each other an agreeable nod as smg4 pushed the button. with one final physical motion as smg4 could hear the technology within the helmet activate, smg4 raised his arm up, and gave a thumbs up.

to be continued...

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fri: “watchman” was an outworldly entity, one could even label a god, but they were much more than that. an entity by physical appearance built up by particles of pink fluidity sand. as if a piece had its own consciousness. watchman was a playful being, understood empathy, sympathized with others, and yearned to nurture those suffering in pain. romantical pain even. always watching love play… always… watching… tick tock. 

[gabseyoo]

RESERVATION — GOJŌ SATORU

content: female reader, established relationship, mirror kink, handjob, spit as lube, petnames, slight dirty talk. word count: 1,5k.

summary: after seeing your boyfriend get out of the shower, you’re not sure if you’re going to make it to the reservation on time.

note: hi, i posted this a while ago but it flopped, so im trying again :p

“Babe.” You called your boyfriend while knocking on the bathroom door twice before opening it without even waiting for his answer, come on, you’ve been living together for so long that unless the door was locked, you could just walk in whenever you wanted. “Did I happen to leave my hoop earrings in here? I can’t find them.”

As soon as you had one foot inside the bathroom, you found Satoru wrapping a towel dangerously low around his hips as he stepped out of the shower. It wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before, but it would be a big lie to say that the sight didn’t still make you drool. 

Today was date night and that was why you both were getting ready to go out to dinner at a fancy place. You were already wearing a nice dress, your hair was done and your makeup was on point with your favorite red lipstick. Satoru... well, besides the fact that he had just gotten home from work half an hour ago, he wasn’t the fastest person in the world to get ready. 

“The golden ones?” He asked as he dried his hair with a smaller towel, “I saw them by the sink.”

You licked your lips before closing the door behind you and walking to the sink, evidently there were your earrings, so you didn’t take long to put them on while watching in the mirror how Satoru behind you finished drying his head and with one hand he brushed back the white locks. Fuck. You almost let out a sigh. 

“Excited about tonight, baby?” He spoke a few seconds later, walking to your side and abruptly bringing you out of your thoughts. You weren’t surprised when you felt his hand squeeze your butt, on the contrary, the simple touch made you smile.

“Sure, the restaurant is new isn’t it?” You answered as you adjusted your dress. Thanks to the proximity, you could smell the masculine scent of his body wash that never failed to delight your nostrils. 

“It was a real pain in the ass to get a reservation, it better be worth it. If it isn’t, I’ll kill Suguru for recommending it to us.” Satoru said, putting moisturizer on his face. If he didn’t look so attractive right now and your body wasn’t reacting to it, you’d already be rushing him to get dressed up fast to make it to the said reservation on time. 

“Don’t worry, I looked up reviews on the internet, it seems to be fine.” You said, moving one of your hands to his lower back to caress his skin while you looked at him with greedy eyes. “You look good.” You added before giving him a kiss on the shoulder, leaving a red mark thanks to your lipstick. 

“I’m just in a towel, baby.” He giggled, stretching out his arm to grab his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. 

“I know, that’s why.” Honestly, you couldn’t contain your desire to touch him anymore, so you brought your hand to caress his abs, dangerously close to the edge of the towel, smiling victoriously when you heard him let out a gasp while brushing his teeth. 

“Yeah?” Satoru mumbled still with the toothbrush in his mouth before spitting and cleaning his mouth. “Someone’s a little clingy today.” 

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand, you knew he already understood what your intentions were and was just playing dumb. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked with a faux-innocent tone as you moved your feet until you were behind him, his muscular back in all its glory in front of you. Without waiting any longer, you inhaled the masculine scent of his body before slowly running your tongue over his skin and then lightly sucking on it. 

Gojo was quick to react to that, his breathing became heavier and shivers ran through his body; you knew how sensitive he was on his back and you were using that fact to your advantage. 

“I do but—” He couldn’t finish his sentence because a moan escaped his lips when your fingers went up from his abs to his pecs to caress his nipples. “The reservation.”

“You want me to stop?” Just to tease him, you were about to withdraw your hands, but Satoru held them in place by placing his hands over them. 

“We have time.” He whispered and a mischievous smile appeared on your face. 

Happily, you lowered your hand to the bulge that had formed under the towel that still covered him. 

Attacking his back again with your lips, you moved your hand down to his crotch to gently caress his bulge, which began to get harder under your palm as you heard Satoru let out little grunts and felt him push his hips forward in an attempt to feel more contact. 

You had to see that, you had to see his facial expressions, but it was obvious that his large figure in front of you wasn’t going to let you do that, so you gave up spreading wet kisses on his back (now covered with lipstick stains) to poke your head out and make eye contact with him in the mirror. 

A moan almost left your own lips at that sight. 

Satoru, with his hands against the sink making some veins stand out, wet white hair falling in his handsome face, his lips slightly parted and his electric blue eyes looking at you with nothing but desire. 

“Fuck, you little minx.” He tried to turn around, but you quickly put your other hand against his hip to stop him. Gojo was obviously much stronger than you, you knew your grip wasn’t strong enough to stop him, but he still gave in to your actions, letting you do with him as you pleased. 

“Let me make you feel good.” 

The only thing that covered his lower half was now on the ground being kicked aside by Gojo while you admired his naked figure in front of you. It didn’t take you long to wrap your hand around his cock and make slow circles on his leaking tip, eliciting a sweet groan from him.

“Spit on it.” You asked since the pre-cum was unfortunately not enough to move your hand easily.

“I just showered.” He joked, but he still gathered saliva in his mouth and took your wrist to spit it into your hand, which after a few seconds returned to caress his shaft, being now easier to slide your palm up and down. “Fuck, just like that.”

Satoru closed his eyes, enjoying you giving him one of those stellar handjobs he loved so much. Which you didn’t like, so you quickly spoke up, “Eyes in the mirror, or I’ll stop.”

It was rare when you got bossy during intimacy, but when you did, you certainly drove Satoru crazy because he immediately let out a grunt and you felt his dick twitch. 

“Look at you, babe.” You cooed when Gojo opened his eyes and immediately made eye contact with you. “Look how pretty you look right now.” You added in a whisper. 

“Fuck. You’re really something else.” His grip on the sink intensified, looking at you with a smirk. “Faster, baby.”

Obligingly, you increased the speed of your movements to bring him closer to the edge. “Like that?”

“Yeah, god, I love you so much.” His voice came out raspy as he swept back his hair with one hand. “I’m gonna cum.” 

The fact that he kept staring at the scene in the mirror, his gaze traveling from your eyes to your hand jerking him off, wanting to get a glimpse of it all, how he’d slightly open his mouth to let out a sigh and then close it again in a moan, all that made you clench your thighs in arousal. 

The scene looked so hot, he looked so hot, all you wanted was to make him cum. 

“Cumming that fast?” You asked teasingly, bringing your hand up to circle his tip with your thumb, spreading more of the precum that was leaking out, before sliding back down his length. 

“Yes.” He wasn’t even ashamed of it, which motivated you to put a little more pressure on his cock, just the way he likes it. 

“Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all it took to make him explode, a high moan with your name was the last thing his lips left before he came, spilling his cum all over the sink. He’d surely make you clean up all this mess, later. 

Satoru quickly turned around and reached for your lips, kissing you passionately while you kept stimulating his shaft to make sure he cum completely, his action caused drops of his semen to fall on your dress, but to say you cared about that would be a lie. 

“Shit.” Gojo murmured against your lips, his hands going to fondle your tits aggressively. 

You playfully pulled him away from you by placing your hands on his chest, “Satoru, didn’t you want to get to the reservation on time?” You teased, even though you knew that by now that was almost impossible. 

A gasp left your lips when your world was turned upside down, literally, since Satoru lifted you up to carry you over his shoulder. His response came after he slapped your ass hard as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Fuck the reservation.”

[skyjasper]

The Devil and I

Reader X Azriel

Summary: the time for war has come, yet her powers have not. What will she do when everyone she loves, including her mate, is suffering on the battlefield below.

Warnings: gore, violence, light NSFW, talks of sex.

A/N: ik yall wanted a new AZ one shot soooo here you are :))) this is based off of the song Me and the Devil. If you wanna check out my other works you can do so here:

Masterlist.

Word count: 1.07 K (short IK)

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The war raged on the battlefield below her, screams of agony wailing through the wind. She was completely powerless as her mate fought. She watched her high lord cast waves of his power, killing multiple as he engaged in combat. She was on her knees, hands digging into the land below her. She heard Azriels roaring scream all the way from her cliff top.

“Please Mother. I beg for some forgiveness, please give me a tool to help fight. We are losing, I can’t stand by. Please Mother, grant me the powers that were stolen from you by my ancestors for promise I will return it.” She whispered into the grass with her head bowed. 

Something tugged on her hands, pulling her fingers into the land. A small scream escaped her before the rest of her was covered with roots and dirt. Her body was pulled deep into the ground, small bugs crawling over her. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t move as something forced its way down her mouth. 

Dirt and dust filled her body, humming as if to say if you want power so bad then have it. Then her body was being forced out of the ground, new things adorned her body. Cufflinks made of root and tree wrapped itself around her arms. Her former clothing, now replaced by a garment made of leaves and flowers, covering the most delicate parts of her.

Vines raked up her legs and around her body, hounding her together. Her hair was now braided down her back with vines and flowers growing out of her hair, the top of her head was now adorned with a crown made of tree twigs and cones. 

She felt the power flowing through her body, thrumming under her skin. A large root grew out of the ground where she stood, lifting her into the air. She felt more than heard the silence on both fronts. When she looked down she was met with a ground looking back at her. She stepped off the cliff, trusting her powers to allow roots to carry her to the ground. As her foot made contact with solid earth the war raged again. 

Yet this time the screams were pointed towards her. The few who attempted to attack her were frozen in place with vines crawling over their feet. The vines and roots slithered up their bodies and down their mouths still opened in a scream. She watched as vines popped out of every crevice, their eyes, ears, noses, even through their pores. She absorbed their power as they were turned into dirt.

She heard Azriels loud grunt from her right. Her head snapped to the sound, eyes zeroing in on the perpetrator causing his pain. She tugged on the gold thread in between them. She walked quickly towards him, slaughtering anyone and everyone in her path. Her eyes were set on her mate and she would stop at nothing to get to him. 

When she did get to him, his attacker was already headless. She turned to her mate, his blue siphons flaring as they made eye contact. She felt his pride and heat flow through the bond. 

“My little huntress.” He whispered as he stalked to her.

The battle around them seemed to disappear as he neared. All she could hear was her heart beating out of her chest. Her hands reached into his hair when he got close enough. He smiled down at her with a predatory smirk, his shadows going crazy around him. 

She smashed her lips to his blood covered lip. Her hands pulled on his hair as his hands met her back side. One of his arms stayed on her butt while the other snuck around her waist, pulling her closer. Rooting swirled over both of their feet as she let out a small moan.

“Show them what you’re made of. Show them exactly how strong you are. Remind them to never underestimate you ever again.” He whispered against her mouth. 

His wings flared as one of her hands grazed their most sensitive spots.

“End this war. Once and for all?” She asked against his lips. With a wicked smirk he nodded.

A matching smirk fell upon her face as she lifted the two of them, slightly above the blood and gore. She turned, her back now flush with the shadowsingers front. She looked upon the masses and with a wicked smile she unleashed her power upon Hybern. 

Multiple thick, stocky roots broke from the ground, obliterating anyone who stood on their ground. Thick ropes of ivy surrounded the other soldiers, squeezing until their body’s burst, blood rained upon the soldiers of Hybern. 

New screams were heard, screams of cheer and victory rang out loud. Her power continued to flow, killing every last soldier. She found the king and wrapped him with a large root, carrying him to the feet of the oldest Archeron sister. Allowing her to exact her revenge.

The blood reached both her Azriel. She felt it pour down her face, over her leaves. She felt Azriels hand tighten around her waist and his lips making contact with her neck. She let her head roll onto Azriels shoulder as he kissed the most sensitive spot on her neck. 

The war was over, they had won. She had obliterated Hybern, all for her mate. She gained power from the mother for her mate. She lowered the pair over to where all the high lords stood. Her head bowed to the powerful beings.

“Do not bow, girl. Stand tall, for you have just won.” Ameren spoke. Her voice was different, clearer now. She was unsure of what all happened in the fight, but she was sure of one thing. That she would no longer be weak. 

The high lords offered her a hand. A voice of sorts. When she called upon the mother to return her power, she did not answer.

Keep it. I have no use for it. Find lands to raise, take care of the earth girl. 

With a nod she shook each of their hands. Then she turned back to her mate, a look of exhaust in her eyes. He nodded with understanding, taking her hand and winnowing them to their tent in the woods.

It was there that he claimed her body, again and again. Their tent was now surrounded by trees and flowers. 

“My huntress.” He whispered into her thighs.

“My hunter.” She responded.

~~~~~~~

A/N:

Here’s a short little one shot :) I absolutely love this one.

Taglist:

@littlelunatica @going-through-shit @annaaaaa88 @i-am-infinite @impossibellesliteraryloves

[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. no plot just smut. fem!anatomy. impact play. mild condescension. dacryphilia. cunnilingus fem!receiving. implied rough sex.

"aww, you're crying... does it really feel that good?"

despite the deceptively gentle tone, izuku's smile is wide, white teeth intent no devouring you. he smiles as though he isn't presently bullying his cock inside you, driving you mad with every inch pushed through; as though he doesn't have you breathless under his weight. a few tears run down the sides of your face, but you're not really in pain, rather in almost too much stimulation, your head cloudy and swimming in lust. he strokes your face affectionately, delighted by the daze in your eyes and the way your mouth falls open but doesn't answer much more than a soft gasp and a very short nod.

izuku pushes the last inch in, sheathing himself inside you so fully you can feel the base of his cock flush with your pelvis. his arms are hooked around your legs and tighten as he groans a little, throwing his head back in satisfaction of how warm and tight you feel around him.

"god, i didn't expect you to feel this good." before you can bring him your best sass, reminding him that he misspoke he's already moving, and the nudge and drag of his cockhead along your walls distracts you from any fight you have left. slap, slap, slap goes skin against skin, and there's a loud smack as he slaps your buttcheek which has you yelp - then he angles your hips just slightly upwards, his own still snapping in unbroken timing, to rub his palms against your butt, soothing the sting.

"sorry baby, was that too hard?"

"n-no," you murmur through soft sighs, then cry out sharply when he whispers, "good" then does it again, hard enough that you gasp. the next cry of his name - 'izu!' - is muffled by the press of his lips to yours. his pace is still unrelenting, but his palms run up your arms until they reach your hands above your head, and he sighs, suddenly slowing to a stop.

"m-more," you find yourself begging once his lips break with yours ending the kiss and you're staring each other in the eyes. his gaze softens, and he smiles. one additional long, drawn-out stroke has you mewling softly, thighs tensing up around his waist. he kisses your forehead as you try to move too to match him, deepening the friction of your clit against his pelvis.

"stoppp," you whine, nails scratching mercilessly into the skin of his back. he's teasing you and you hate it - it's your job to tease him, not the other way around. he should be the one begging for your attention; he's the one that follows you around like a lost puppy.

but not like when you're like this. like this, when you're soft and helpless under him, you're the one who gets teased mercilessly, treated like a plaything.

he dips down again and kisses you, biting at your lip then pulling back. curls fall around his face, framing them gently. he is so pretty, you think as your eyes focus, trying to lessen your overwhelming awareness of the way he throbs inside you. there's barely sweat on his forehead, and you remember he can go all night like this.

"move, izu-" you plead.

he slaps your ass again.

"say you love me."

his hand presses gently around the front of your neck, thumb grazing your lip. he's just as distracted by how pretty you look under him. how you behave. how your only gripe with him is that he's purposefully making you wait.

"i love you," you whine, moving your hips to meet his. he kisses you in a line, forehead, nose, lips, then descends back onto you, giving you enough thrusts that you're calling his name again.

but before you can get there, he stops again, and finally unslots himself from you, something that actually has you screaming no! but he thrusts his tongue back in its place, causing you to nearly tear out fistfuls of his hair as you buck at his face from pleasure.

before you know it, and right when you're about to climax, he withdraws again with a dragged breath inward, and forcefully pushes his length back in.

"f-fuck, you're even tighter," you can hear him whisper as he goes back to ramming into you harshly, desperately, but you swear that rather he's just gotten bigger and your fingers intertwine again. he presses against you close, kissing the side of your face as he buries himself in your neck, and into your soul and both of you cum and it's all too grounding, the sense of connectedness, as he pumps full into you and you feel nearly every. single. pulse. of his love.

breathing gently together, he rolls besides you, and you shiver. he pulls you close into his arms, wrapping a blanket around the both of you, kissing your cheek.

"you're precious, do you know that?"

your cheeks are still warm, and you press yourself closer to him, laying a lazy hand on his chest.

"stop teasing me," you murmur in a soft voice.

he practically beams, his smile so wide his eyes close and your heart opens again for him.

"isn't it fun though when i finally get the chance to?"

you pout playfully and he kisses you.

"fine."

he pats your stomach gently, then rubs your shoulders. there's still a glint in his eye.

"tell me when you're ready to go again."

[chaconnewon]

drable ——— jungwon (suggestive)

the tension was heavy. i mean, heavy like you almost could feel its weight on your shoulders. there’s no way no one else couldn’t feel it. looking around you, seems to pass unnoticed.

but those feline eyes were glued to you; your actions, responses and the way you covered you shy smile behind your hand.

you stood up for a second, leaving the living room and walking towards the kitchen for some water. you should be at your own home, getting the sleep that you deserved after a devastating and exhausting week. but here you were, surrounded by a bunch of guys who invited you to a small party.

well, wasn’t a party at all. just . . . an intimate meeting? a close circle hang out? you weren’t sure.

when you came back, you noticed that jake took your seat, leaving you no where to sit. he smiled at you with innocence, tapping his finger tips into his lap. ‘fuck this jake sim’ you thought to yourself, not mad at all but subtly annoyed because now you had to take a spot on the floor. not the best idea, not even the comfiest but you had no options left.

you were about to sit your ass down when a cold, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist. side-eyeing to your left, jungwon was holding you. waiting for you to look at him before speaking.

‘sit’ and with his free hand, he palmed his lap twice.

you shook your head. you didn’t think about it, no need to. wouldn’t that make things uncomfortable? he could give you his seat. instead he wanted you to sit in his lap. in front of his six friend. the atmosphere was heavy enough, why would he put some more weight?

‘y/n, i said sit.’ jungwon pulled your arm slightly. a shiver ran through your spine, messing with you breath.

finally you took his offer and took a seat in his lap, feeling more cozy than you thought. no one seemed freaked out and that helped you to enjoy happily the conversation. of course he kept his hands off of your body, being used as a furniture. he didn’t want to touch you without your permission but you wanted to, at least, feel his hand on you waist. holding tight.

and soon, that’s what exactly happened.

‘stop moving’ you hear in your back. his voice calm but somehow intimidating. you didn’t mind since you thought you weren’t moving at all. but jungwon didn’t think so.

‘im not moving.’

‘yes, you are. and it’s kind of uncomfortable.’

you took a few seconds to answer.

‘why?’

he sighed behind you, his soft breath against your neck made you squimmer on top on him. and his hand sank into your waist.

‘because you’re getting me a boner.’

you widened your eyes at his confession, heat climbing to light your cheeks. you faced his friends, one by one. they looked to focused in their own bussines to know what was going on. it would be a lie if you say that his words didn’t turned on something in your stomach.

once again you were moving against him, lifting your ass subtly to top jungwon’s croth and start to rub it. you felt his body tense under yours, his breath losing his habitual rhythm. he tighten his grip on your waist, and you could feel his nails digging on your skin. a sensation of pain mixed up with . . .

‘p-please. . . ah.’

he let out a moan, and you quicked panicked at the idea of being caught but no one seemed to care. they were not paying attention to jungwon’s suspicious behaviour. or why you were squimmering so much.

to tell the truth, you liked the idea of his erection pressing your butt. knowing that the reason behind it was. . . you. just you.

and it didn’t stopped you.

‘please y/n, not h-here.’ jungwon sounded way too adorable. where was the demanding guy who almost obligated you to sit on his lap? you felt his forehead pressing your back, the way he was holding his shaky breath only increased your will to pleasure him.

eventhough the wanrings he sent you, you seemed to had so much fun. so when the living room was half empy, he aproached you and whispered to you ear:

‘wait untill we’re alone and you’re fucked up, pretty.’

[iambilliejeanok]

To my lovely mutual and dear friend @smutteedreams 🩷 this one’s for you hun! Happy Brithday!🤗🩷

Birthday sex

Toji x reader

Warnings: 18+, rough sex, overstimulation, dacryphillia, cunillingus, vaginal and anal fingering lol, hardcore penetration

It was a little after 11pm in the evening, you were seated in the chair at the head of your small dining table, resting your face in the palms of your hands as you admiringly watched Toji light up the last candle on the pretty, floral cake with a few strawberries decorating the top, the sight of them along with your sexy boyfriend standing beside you making your mouth water.

“Happy birthday sexy”, he said, noticing the lustful look in your eyes, leaning closer to place a kiss on your lips. “Are you gonna make a wish?”, he asked, rubbing his cheek against yours like he normally did when he was feeling clingy, your hand immediately finding its place on his head, lightly scratching his scalp as you hummed loudly, wondering what you should wish for.

“Well”, you said, “Mmhm?”, Toji egged, separating from your cheek for just a moment to plant a few kisses on your face, making you giggle. “I wish…”, you began, delaying your words to tease him, walking your fingers up his tummy before spreading your hand out over his broad, muscular chest, “…that you’d fuck me right here, on this table, next to my birthday cake”, you giggled, gently squeezing his tit, Toji instantly straightening up, his tall frame towering over you. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair, “Well, luckily for you, I can actually make that wish come true”, he said, gripping your hair and roughly tugging your head back, making you moan out in pain. He reached for a strawberry, picking it off the cake before bringing it to your lips, tracing it along your bottom lip, covering it with cream, refraining for popping it in your mouth just yet, your tongue following after it to lick up the delicious cream. “But can you make all my wishes come true?”, you asked, your eyes droopy with lust, bringing your hands up to palm your breasts through your floral dress. “By the time I’m done with you, you’re not gonna wanna make another wish for a while baby girl”, he teased, finally popping the strawberry between your lips, mesmerized by the way you slowly bit down on it, the juices wetting your lips as you tore it apart, his eyes burning into yours, filled with passion. He lifted up the remaining piece to his lips, before tossing the stem on the cake, carefully pushing it further up the table.

Using the grip he had on your hair, he lifted you up, forcing you to move along with him, before turning you around and lifting you up with his hands on your waist to sit you on the table. “You’re tempting me with that look on your face”, he said, his hands already working on ridding you of the floral sundress you wore, pulling down the straps of the dress and your bra at the same time, your boobs springing free, Toji immediately cupping them in his large hands. “I’ve been so good all day long though”, you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “I can’t hold back anymore”.

Carefully, Toji pushed you down to the table, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him, until your butt was on the edge. You felt his growing erection pressing into your clothed cunt as he leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, moaning as he trailed his tongue over your bottom lip, nipping it before sucking, shoving his tongue inside your mouth just how you liked it, enjoying the taste of strawberries on his tongue as you greedily sucked on it. Slowly separating from you, you were both gasping for air, Toji immediately biting the nape of your neck, licking the area he bit to sooth the sting. He trailed his kisses downwards, reaching for your arms and pinning them down on either side of you when he got to your breasts.

He just loved the sight of your big, juicy mounds, his mouth watering over the thought of your erect nipples melting in his mouth, goosebumps decorating the outer edge of your areola forcing him to lick his lips. He decided to indulge himself, tracing his tongue around your areola, in slow, wet circles, your back arching off the table in want, but Toji only continued to tease you, circling his tongue closer and closer to your nipple, making you pant at the thought of his tongue finally touching your nipple, but to your utter disappointment, he switched to your untouched breast repeating the circling of his tongue on your areola, drawing closer and closer stopping just before he reached your nipple. You couldn’t help the tiny whine that left your lips, lifting your head up to see what he was up to. He started sucking and nipping your breasts, sucking up as much as he could and biting, leaving small hickies as he ravaged them, leaving your nipples untouched. “Babyyy”, you whined, enjoying the feel of his mouth on you, but your nipples being neglected really bothered you. “What?”, he asked with his mouth full of your tit. “Please?”, you asked, and he smiled, knowing just what you wanted. “Only because it’s your birthday” he replied, grabbing your breasts and squishing them together, finally flicking his tongue against one perky bud. Gasping at the delicious tingles his actions sent to your puss, you arched your back in hopes of receiving more, but Toji’s weight forced you back down, torturing your poor nips with flicks of his tongue, his warm breath fanning over them adding to the wonderful sensations. And just before you opened your mouth to beg for more, he closed his mouth on one, forcing you to moan loudly as he sucked hard, but the pleasure didn’t last long as he left it with a pop, quickly treating your other nipple the same, sucking hard before he nipped it, sucking the other one before nipping it again, switching between the two as he nipped away, your body squirming beneath him while you whimpered at the mixture of pain and pleasure his teeth and tongue caused you.

He wouldn’t stop alternating between the two nipples, switching between sucking and nipping, your body finally shuddering beneath him, your hands pinned down to your sides, leaving you helpless against his assault. “Toji babe!”, you moaned, your boyfriend finally releasing you, your hands immediately cupping your boobs to sooth your tender nipples, while his were already working on ridding you of your panties, easily lifting your ass up and tugging them down to your knees, keeping your thighs shut together as he pushed them down until they were in your face, obscuring your view. He grew a little excited at the smell of your dripping wet sex, watching your juices seep down to the crack of your ass, your arousal smudged across your thighs. Your pussy looked so pretty like this, Toji purposefully taking his time, licking the sticky fluids around your thighs, so close to your vulva, but he didn’t dare touch you, licking up every last drop of the mess your arousal caused. He began nipping the skin in the junction of your thighs and pussy, licking right after, every bite making you jump as you were sensitive in that area, Toji loving your reaction as he greedily nipped away. “Toji!” You cried out, desperately wanting him to put his mouth on you. “Okay okay”, he chuckled, finally burying his face where you needed it most, keeping your thighs shut together as his tongue forced its way between your lips, digging in between your folds to drink up more of your arousal, forcing his tongue inside of you, moaning at the feel of your grip around it.

You didn’t expect the soft penetration of his tongue inside of you, but the wet muscle definitely soothed your ache to an extent as he swirled it inside of you, bobbing his head up and down to fuck you with it, failing to hold back his short laughter over your needy moans. Lifting his head up he smacked your pussy hard, but considering the position he kept you in, you couldn’t do much about the sting, only whimpering in shock. “Tehehe, calm down girl, I’m not going anywhere”, he chuckled, smacking you again, and again, and again, finally forcing you try and stop him with your own hands, but he quickly smacked yours away, suddenly burying two of his fingers all the way inside of you, and of course you had to scream in surprise, Toji quickly positioning himself to hold you down properly, preparing himself to keep you still so he could finger you to his hearts content. And of course you immediately began screaming, his fingers curled as he mercilessly dragged them in and out of you, your juices already gushing and splattering against his face and shirt , your thighs and ass, an evil smirk you couldn’t see on his face, knowing he wasn’t ready to stop anytime soon, excited to hear you scream and try to fight him. Your orgasm wouldn’t end, not while he kept going, totally undisturbed by your violent jolting as he held you down perfectly, biting his lip at the sting of your nails clawing his back and arms, your attempts at pushing his head away futile. His smile grew wider when he saw you squirt again, “Yes baby, don’t fucking stop”, he growled your body being forced to give in to the intense orgasm that grew impossibly stronger with every passing second. “Tojjiiiii!!!! f-f-ffuuuuccckk!!”, you cried out, Toji finally pulling his fingers all they way out of you.

“Poor baby”, he spoke to himself, now tracing those same soaking wet fingers around your anus, yet you were oblivious to what he was trying to do, still helplessly cumming, gripping his shirt hard. He began pushing his fingers inside your rectum, this hole much tighter than your pussy, squeezing his fingers as he shoved them in deeper, surprised by how easy he managed to sink them in. Now lost in his own little world, this became another little game to him, Toji beginning to move his fingers, curling them to massage the walls of your rectum, the sensation so much different, less intense but it still felt incredibly good, or maybe it’s because you were still so sensitive that it felt this amazing, and also because you knew just where Toji could take you with his fingers up your ass, all you could do now was accept your fate, your fingers going numb as still managed to grip his shirt tightly, your toes spread wide as your eyes began rolling to the back of your head. The sounds you made would’ve embarrassed you if you weren’t totally drunk on pleasure, but you had your idiot boyfriend to remind you of what animal you sounded like with his imitations of your moans as soon as you recovered. He could be a total prick sometimes, like he was now, forcing his tongue in between your folds once again, finding your clit to swirl his tongue around it, softly sucking while he continued fingering your ass, and another orgasm immediately wrecked you, liquid shooting out of you so hard, even your dog of a boyfriend couldn’t keep it all in his mouth. You could barely breathe, screaming through gritted teeth as you tried to take it all, lacking the strength or mental resolve to fight him off of you, wondering if he knew you were losing your breath at this point. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d make you pass out anyways. But to your surprise, he stopped, standing up and quickly picking you up to hold you tight against him, not wanting you to hurt yourself on the table as you wildly thrashed in his hold. You still couldn’t talk, only moaning through gritted teeth as you tried to calm yourself, wrapping your arms around him and clawing at his back. “Shhhh, there there angel…the birthday fairy has delivered huh?”, he laughed to himself, and you managed to sober up enough to curse him off. “Oh so this what I get for spoiling you on your birthday?”, he mused, rubbing your back while he slowly walked with you to the couch, gently placing you on it, flipping you over and tugging on your hips to put you on all fours. You still shivered as you adjusted to your new position, wondering how on earth you’d be able to survive a fucking down at the moment, but your pussy told you you wanted this, it told you you needed this, encouraging you to arch your back for him, Toji snickering as he prepared himself behind you. “You’re such a slut”, he commented, “Ahh, my fucking gorgeous little slut huh? Do you realize the situation you’re in? Or are you already to dumb to understand?”, he continued, smacking your ass hard, your thighs shivering between his legs, reaching into his pant to free his raging erection, urged by his desire to relieve his own painful hard on by stuffing you up, slowly burying himself inside of you. Your mouth hung open as you felt him stretch you, but you still pushed yourself back against him, your tight, hot, wet cunt greedily sucking him in deeper, forcing you both to moan.

Placing his hands on your back, he tried to deepen your arch, ignoring your whimpers as he began moving his hips, fucking you at his own leisure, going in far too deep with every thrust, your body already squirming beneath him, Toji reaching one hand to grab your neck, forcing you to remain in position as he slowly fucked you. Your moans were desperate, bordering on screams as you endured each and every single thrust, until you couldn’t anymore, falling flat to your stomach as you squirted on him, violently shivering on the couch. Wrapping an arm around your shaky self, he lifted you up to your knees again, placing his hand on your back to force you arch once more, and you couldn’t help but cry, feeling him burying himself so deep inside of you, you were sure you’d lose your mind. Without waiting for even a second, he began drilling you hard, ignoring your cries and pleas for mercy, forcing you to cum over and over again.

It wasn’t until he came twice that he finally let you go. Your entire body buzzing with a numbness that left you feeling paralyzed. You felt nauseous as you recovered in his arms, your eyes shut tight as Toji plated kisses all over your face, cradling you in his arms, holding you close, suspecting that you were truly fucked out. He held a damp cloth in his hand that he went to fetch as soon as he recovered from his own orgasm, gently wiping the mess he made between your legs, pausing every time you jumped while he wiped. “Shhh, please breathe baby, you’re not dying I promise”, he said, wondering if you could even hear him, your eyes still shut tight and your body limp in his hold. Reaching for the throw blanket on the floor, he covered you with it, leaning back into the couch to snuggle with you. “What a fucking crybaby”, he mumbled to himself , keeping an eye on you as he cradled you in his arms.

[tsandoll]

✮⋆˙ RIWOO NSFW ALPHABET A-Z

| sungho | riwoo | jaehyun | taesan | leehan |

warnings: face/genital slapping, overstimulation, pain kink, praise kink, mention of toys

A - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

overall very clingy, likes to latch onto you and be right by your side. he also gets hungry, doesn't matter if you had dinner before fucking, he will be hungry again. his favorite thing to do after sex is go make a snack together, like he had a mind blowing orgasm 5 minutes ago and now you guys are baking cookies?? like he's living for it. we all know he loves desserts so he can always go for something sweet and yummy after. he also gets pretty sleepy after he cums so he’ll be all clingy and might keep laying on your shoulder because he’s ready to lay down and get cozied up with you.

B - boobs or ass (are they a boob man or an ass man?)

riwoo is such an ass man. he loves the way they feel, the way they look, the way they jiggle, all of it. he loves when your butt is super soft because he can lay on it and play with it to keep himself occupied.

C - cum (anything to do with cum)

he often cums too early/very quickly. he gets so riled up and is very sensitive and can sometimes cum faster than he can even think. you'd have to train him to be able to hold it longer because he just gets so in his head and so sensitive that he has no control over his own body.

D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

riwoo’s dirty secret is that he has a huge pain kink. he's so sweet and is a sucker for soft scenarios but he likes something a little meaner even rougher mixed into his sex life. he loves to be scratched, bitten, and slapped. like if you take your nails and leave scratch marks on his thighs he's sucking in a breath at the feeling, moaning at how it stings. he loves when you slap his cheek or his cock as well, talking about how small and cute he is and how he's such a good boy for just taking it. sometimes he wants to beg you to rough him up but he's sooo embarrassed about it.

E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's not very experienced if at all. i don't think he's had many sexual encounters. maybe one person in the past but he doesn't regularly have sexual encounters.

F - favorite position (what is their favorite sex position?)

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reverse cowgirl is one of his favorite positions just simply because he gets to watch the way your body slams down against his. he loves that he’s also able to see the way your back curves and the way your ass jiggles as well, its erotic while also being intimate.

G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

leading up to sex he's really goofy and clumsy and jittery, like he just gets really shy and nervous and he does that cute little awkward laugh he always does. he's just super super shy and it causes some silly moments at times. but during sex he's usually,, not necessarily serious but more quiet and zoned in. he gets really focused on feeling good/making you feel good. he's not the most talkative during sex but if it's one of those days where everything is lighthearted then he may crack some jokes if im so fr.

H - hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he usually tries to keep himself trimmed, he doesn't usually feel like fully shaving himself but he does put in a little energy when it comes to keeping himself cleaned up. sometimes he'll fully shave but it's not very common. 

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

riwoo craves intimacy, he craves closeness, especially to you. intimate sex is something he loves so deeply whether he's dominant or submissive. he loves when your bodies are moving in unison and when you're able to hold each other close. he's very romantic, the type to be big on pet names during sex as well.

J - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

riwoo struggles a bit to keep any of his whimpers and whines in so when he masturbates its usually at a time where you’re not around and when he can’t be too loud. he loves to suck on your fingers so sometimes he’ll suck on his own fingers or bite the hem of his shirt to keep himself quiet. he also covers his own mouth sometimes just to prevent any sounds from slipping out.

K - kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise - riwoo loves to be praised, he loves being reassured and being told that he’s doing good and that he’s been good for you. it makes him smile so much hearing you praise him so eagerly and so sweetly. his praise kink kicks in the hardest when he feels his orgasm getting close and your sweet voice rings in his ears as you tell him he’s a good pretty boy and that he’s taking everything so well.

overstimulation - his overstim kink came from the fact that he cums super quickly. he doesn't like for things to end so fast but his body always has other plans. when you first overstimulated him it was an in the moment thing but he got hooked on the feeling. the way his cock hurt and his tip turned red and his body threatened to move out of your grasp had him going crazy.

orgasm denial/ruined orgasms - anything that will prolong his orgasm and drag on the session really gets him, he loves when you smile at the way he reacts as his orgasm slips away. its so cruel yet you’re so sweet as you pinch his cock, preventing him from finishing. sometimes if the situation is right he even loves when you don’t let him cum at all.

L - location (favorite places to have sex)

in the comfort of your own home is where he likes sex the most. he’s not opposed to doing it elsewhere but he’s also very shy and is an overthinker and gets super nervous so its easier to keep things indoors and preferably in the bedroom with him.

M - motivation (what turns them on?)

his biggest turn on is your dominance, when you lead a situation or lead him in general. it doesn't even have to be anything outright sexual. he's naturally submissive and willing to follow so when you naturally take charge it turns him on like crazy. another way to turn him on is with any gentle touching, anything that's super loving and soft, especially when you're touching his sensitive spots.

N - no (Something they wouldn’t do)

there's really nothing that riwoo wouldn't do, i feel like he's a bit of an experimentalist because of how willing he is to try things out.

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he doesn't necessarily have a preference for one or the other. he enjoys giving you head, seeing how good he makes you feel and soaking in your praises. he's naturally gifted when it comes to giving head, his tongue working skillfully against you and using his nose as an advantage. he loves getting blowjobs as well, your mouth is so warm and wet and it makes him feel so lightheaded. he's always so squirmy when you give him head as well <3

P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he normally aims to be a bit more sensual, rocking his hips into you as deeply as he can. sometimes he may get a bit caught up in his orgasm and he may go a little faster but he normally goes slow and takes his sweet time.

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he much prefers longer sessions with you, when you can focus your attention on him, taking your sweet time drawing orgasms out of him. he loves when you make him cum multiple times and when you cum multiple times as well. he’s not opposed to quickies and he’ll enjoy them a lot but he doesn’t like to do them often cuz he’ll miss you too much and will want more.

R - risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

riwoo is so down to take risks, he hesitates at first just because he’s a bit of an overthinker but he trusts you so much and knows that everything will be okay as long as you’re there with him. he’s willing to experiment with the right person.

S - stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he can normally only go about two rounds because of the fact that he often gets sleepy after sex. this is also because of the intensity of your sessions and because they’re mostly centered around elongating his orgasms. in general though he usually is finished after his second orgasm.

T - toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he likes having toys used on him, he somewhat likes feeling overwhelmed during sex so if you place a vibrator or something like that on him while you do other things he really likes that. he doesn’t personally own any toys though.

U - unfair (how much they like to tease)

when riwoo is being more dominant he's a huge tease. he just loves to play with you a little and make you feel like he's not gonna let you cum, but he's too sweet to deny you. when he's submissive he's such a baby when you tease him. he never wants to talk back to you or complain but sometimes he'll huff out and whine but nothing too much cuz he's such a good boy.

V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he can be loud at times but overall he stays in the range of small whimpers and whines. it depends on what you're doing with him but for the most part he let's out the cutest and sweetest little noises.

W - wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

riwoo is the sweetest during sex but he can often be sly or a little bit of a tease. he’s usually very well behaved but sometimes can talk back a little. its not necessarily in a way to act out but more because he’s sometimes more talkative during sex and he likes to joke and laugh with you.

X - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

riwoo is small <3. this isn't just because of his height but also just because i feel like he is. his dick is a manageable size, could probably fit perfectly in the palm of your hand and it just looks so pretty. he's slightly on the thicker side though, it's small but thick and he knows how to use it well <3

Y - yearning (yow high is their sex drive?)

he doesn't have a very high sex drive in general, like he doesn't think about sex often without any outside encouragement (?). like if you're talking to him a certain way or sending him photos or something like that then his mind is gonna run wild but without you there to cause something he's not really gonna think about it. of course sometimes he'll get hard on his own or sometimes he'll think about sex or even watch porn out of curiosity but it's not a regular occurrence. i feel like when he's around you though there's so many things that can rile him up so easily.

Z - zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

i have a feeling that riwoo gets quite sleepy after sex and may appear very tired but he may not actually fall asleep super quickly. i feel like he’ll fall asleep maybe 45 minutes to an hour after, maybe even longer sometimes depending on what time it is. he’d have a tired expression, one that’s almost woozy but that’s just how he gets after sex, he’s not actually super tired just yet.