#the men whimpering rewatch

[tornoleander]

IVE BEEN laughing at this clip ONLY KAI And Cole are fighting. LLOYD acting like it was a full team bonding fight while just standing there watching.💀

Also fact that no one else was helping at all almost makes Kai’s line “we make such a good team,” feel like flirting

[cahirsmommy]

dunkelfeld [extremely dilated pupils]

[ashyslashyy]

horror movie fan wrapped

you rewatched the same movie 86 times

you ignored 38 obvious strings

you recommended obscure movies to your friends 1,034 times

you witnessed 934,346 gallons of fake blood

you looked at 752 silly behind the scenes photos

you thought about amanda young 873,971 times

you watched 269 minutes of men whimpering

you saw 274 rubber props

[frogchiro]

HOOOOOOOBOYYY

Graves fucking you while guiding 141 through a mission like on close air. They can barely make out your little whines and whimpers and suppress the urge to palm themselves through their pants while hiding from enemy fire.

I need help

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: this is exactly what my delusional mind came up with during the 72383939 rewatch of the walkthrough on youtoube so if you don't mind darling then I will use Close Air specifically for this😭

Graves is...awful. Cruel. Horrendous and whatever other choice name comes to poor Soap's, Ghost's and a very confused but horny Alejandro's mind. Although quiet and almost unrecognizable, they can hear your pretty tiny moans and mewls and there's an audiable low growl in Graves's voice as he pants and breathes deeply as he tells them that 'it's good to see you boys', yeah good to see you my ass.

Words cannot express how much anger and jealousy Soap and Ghost feel in that moment; they came out barely alive, literally under heavy fire while jumping off a fucking cliff and what is Graves doing? Sitting all nice and safe with their hacker girl on his dick and having the audacity to tell them he's glad to see them.

All the while Philip has you sitting all nice and pretty in his lap cockwarming him as he sits like a literal king, all spread out and shameless in front of his Shadows while barely containing the giddy tone in his voice as he speaks with 141. He's so proud of himself and so so smug too :(( He knows that 141 has the hots for you, their adorable little hacker, but luck appeared to be on his side this time and his urgent request to have you on board during this mission got the green kight and well-here you are, cockwarming him and nuzzling close to his large, warm body as your nervous whimpers make his cock twitch.

He feels the rest of his men watching in jealousy and want as your pretty hips buck and move slightly as you hold on for dear life on his shoulders and Graves can't help but feel extra smug; of course his men are gonna get the premium treatment, maybe not touching you, that's a commander's privilege (only specifically his) but at least they get to watch. On the other hand Soap, Ghost and Alejandro can only listen to your pretty muted noises and dream about you and grumble and growl how unfair it is.

But does Philip Graves care? Not one bit. He thanks his lucky stars every damn day that a smart and pretty girl like you got added to the team and that your expertise lays more in the technical field, so by extention, his. Now he's the one who gets to have you on his dick, all nice and safe and close to him, he's the one who gets to have you close on cold nights in his tent and he's the one who gets to fill you up with his thick sperm and mark you as his♡

[sleepyhutcherson]

batman!mike schmidt headcannons

part 2 | masterlist

pairing: batman!mike schmidt x gn!reader

tags: pervy!mike (watches you get undressed), jealousy, stalker, overprotective, spit kink, choking, being fucked from behind, inspired by pattinson’s batman — 18+, NSFW

author’s note: mike and pattinson’s bruce >> they are literally the same person (in some ways okay?) also i have smut blurb of batman!mike that i’ll probably post to end off my little batman!mike series <3

batman!mike who from the moment he sees you become utterly obsessed with you.

batman!mike first saw you when he was dealing with some men that were attempting to rob the diner you were working at. luckily, you weren’t at the register, but you were there. after dealing with them, his dark eyes met yours for a brief moment. he stared at you, eyes focused on you and you swore you saw a softness to the brown eyes before he left.

batman!mike who researches everything about you from that day on. of course, he goes home to research you in his cave, getting every ounce of information about you: i mean, he also needs your home address to watch over you, duh!

batman!mike who starts showing up outside the diner you’re working at just to…watch you…to make sure you’re not in any kind of danger.

batman!mike definitely keeps a diary but doesn’t write in it too frequently. but once he encounters you he starts writing in it more — you’re mainly what he writes about.

batman!mike is possessive. he’s not really aware of it, honestly. whenever he sees you on the phone or with someone laughing and smiling a little too much for his liking it ruins his day. like literally. he’ll sulk the rest of the day trying to find out who that person was that was making you laugh and smile so much.

batman!mike who sneaks into your place while you’re working just to look through your stuff. he feels a sense of guilt being in there without your consent…but he just wants to get to know you better! he wants to know what your interests are, what books you’re into, what you write about in your journal, how your room is decorated, etc.

batman!mike wears black eyeshadow (like battinson), it’s smudged and messy but it looks so good on him. his pretty brown eyes complimenting the makeup so well.

batman!mike who watches you undress from your window once you get home from work. it’s not a one time thing either. by now he has your bare body memorised.

batman!mike who huffs and groans while he’s fucking you.

batman!mike who likes to fuck you from behind with his hand gripping onto you hair as he thrusts into you roughly.

batman!mike who will force you to look at him as he fucks you from behind, you turn around and watch as he becomes a groaning mess behind you, he tells you to stick out your tongue out for him to spit in your mouth.

batman!mike who — despite literally showing up at your window to fuck you — will not show his face to you. not yet. meaning he leaves the mask on at first.

batman!mike who makes you suck his fingers. he needs you to coat them with your spit before inserting them inside of you.

batman!mike isn’t really submissive, you probably won’t hear him whine but on those more stressful nights you’ll hear him whimper while he’s burying himself deeper inside of you, his hands wrapped around your neck.

batman!mike who will jerk off to something of yours if he isn’t able to go see you. like it can be anything: underwear, a bracelet of yours — anything.

batman!mike who will stay up late to rewatch playbacks of his day that he recorded through his contacts lenses just to see you. over and over. sometimes he’ll jerk off while he watches.

taglist: @cancelledkaley @stanheights-boyfriend @jhutch-bf @laurrrelise @joshfutturman @gryffindorsblog @obsessivemuso-withnofriends @helen-on-earth @fallingboba @cassiecasluciluce @maticka — love you guys xx

also idk if it’s just me but i cant tag certain of you that asked to be tagged :( im sorry, if anyone knows why let me know please <3

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, fiancé!giorno, don!giorno, fingering ( f!receiving ), begging, edging ( him ), virgin!needy!reader, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event.  do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 

not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 

and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 

but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 

“D—Don Giovanna—“ 

but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 

“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 

he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 

pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 

“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 

“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 

your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 

Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 

you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 

“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 

“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 

he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 

reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 

he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 

nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 

“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 

[angelmichelangelo]

wanted to talk about my favourite scene in my favourite episode because i have a lot of feelings about it so here we go.

so it’s this particular scene in ‘of rats and men’ - anything to do with the rat king and i am there. he’s a really cool villain and i think the added bonus of him using solinher to fight the boys is really interesting but there’s this ONE scene that is always in my head when i rewatch it.

so after we see mikey hide away ice cream kitty we get a little comedic scene with him and his brothers + april and casey until splinter comes in, having just had the rat king invade his mind, he’s clearly unwell and weak, he goes to the freezer for some ice and a cheese sickle to which mikey tells him no and straight up slams the door in his fathers face to keep him from seeing the mutated cat in there.

to which splinter doesn’t take kindly towards.

remember, at this point, it’s not obvious to them that splinter is basically being possesed. he towers over mikey (ik he’s crouching here but the shot is really well done, pulling back to really emphasis how much he towers over these kids) and mikey just looks up in fear. again, splinter’s eyes don’t turn red straight away, he doesn’t show any obvious signs of change so to mikey, he’s suddenly aware of the fact that he’s pissed his dad off big time.

then, splinter strikes him, sending him across the kitchen.

we don’t see it, just a flash of red but it then immediately cuts towards the brothers reactions which again, i find interesting

it’s total shock. usually when one of them is hurt or down, we get angry reactions, something protective. but here they’re not mad. they’re just in utter disbelief that their father has just struck one of their own.

and i know splinters done this many times in the past but that all happens during training. it never occurs just because mikey is being odd. casey (and i know he was still grappling with his fear of rats here) actually recoils at this.

then we get a chase scene. again a little comedic just to lighten the tension but splinter is honing in on mikey. he wants to get to him, ignoring the other five teenagers who are in the room with them.

then we get these shots (the main reason i wanted to talk about this scene)

mikey is pushed against the fridge, exactly where he started. and you obviously can’t tell from screenshots alone but mikey is actually trembling with fear here. he’s hyperventilating and it’s not because he’s out of breath. he’s a trained ninja. he can go far longer than the little lap around the kitchen he’s just done. he’s positively terrified, and it’s not like the kind of fear in “invasion of the squirrelanoids” where he was making quips and making jokes to un-scare himself. this is a new fear because this is his father that is attacking him. he doesn’t even say anything during this moment. he just whimpers. he just trembles in fear until leo calls out to the others to “help him!”

then after splinter is pinned down, the rat king breaks through and we get reaction shots from the rest of the characters as they realise what has happened to their sensei.

i think it’s really sweet that april immediately goes to mikey, putting a protective arm over him. his eyes have shrunk to pinpricks (a neat little trick i really love that they show throughout and show when they’re scared or shocked) mikey doesn’t move or try to get back up, staying down with april it’s a nice moment (also we needed more of this duo! orange coded, blue eyed freckled friends for the win!!)

another little detail i found interesting was that after splinter seemingly goes back to normal everyone rushes to his side. april stands from where she’s crouched down with mikey and leo, raph and donnie are there to help him.

but mikey doesn’t get back up. he stays on the floor, perhaps coming out of his shock. he makes no attempt to reach his dad which.. breaks my heart little actually.

and as much as i love this episode, i really do wish it had some mikey + splinter pay off. we hardly see any moments of them together, especially since each brother gets their share of dad moments where he passes down some sort of wisdom, mikey gets a very brief “love yourself you don’t need to change” lesson in “mikey gets shellacne” and that’s it. we really were robbed of more of these two as father and youngest son. and ik all of them get attacked and scared by possessed splinter at some point but it clearly really affected ooor mikey here after being targeted in this one scene.

anywho. that’s my rant over. if anyone has any additions to this post feel free to add them as i’d be interested to see if anyone else is as crazy about this scene as i am lol

[petriwriting]

The one where Theodore realizes he's fallen in love with his best friend at the worst time.

A/N: Quick one-shot after rewatching the movies. It's that time of year.

I have loved you since our first year.

I can't lose them like this.

I can.t.

I won't.

There were colorful blasts shot at them, rubble and debris scattered in traces as the aftermath of each blast. Theo's heart was racing. He was running. He had lost Y/n's hand running from the men who were trying to hurt him. and Y/n. The blast caused the rubble to block their path, y/n was running in the opposite direction.

Adrenaline coursing through their bodies, Theodore was smart and clever beyond his years, but he wasn't as fast as he would've liked. The men shouted after Theo, mocking him. calling him a Traitor.

Entering an abandoned home, he quickly ran upstairs, losing sight of his aggressor. y/n had gone in this direction, they must be near. Please be safe. He thought to himself, back against the window, wand poised and ready for attack.

A man in a dark cloak and a mask busted down the door.

Theo was quick in that moment, a stunning spell. something powerful enough to keep him down long enough for Theo to escape. to y/n. The man fell to the floor with a thud, and Theo quickly grabbed his wand, snapping it in half and kicking it across the room, rendering the hooded figure defenseless.

The shriek made his blood boil, Theodore had never acted so fast before. He ran, practically jumping down the stairs to get to where the sound was coming from. It was y/n. Quickly busting downstairs, the basement is where they were.

Another hooded figure in a dark cloak. He had y/n held by the throat, wand pointed at their head. "Not another move." The figure demanded, it sounded like an old man.

"Don't you dare," Theodore uttered through his teeth.

His heart was in the man's hands. "You little traitor. they won't be killed, don't worry." the old man slogged, Theo was afraid to make any moves, though his wand was at the ready. "They deserve to be tortured for your crimes..." he tightened his grip around y/n's neck, pleased when they whimpered and gasped for air.

"Your little friend will meet an unfortunate ending, however-"

"Reducto!"

The man was cut off. The mirror behind them, along with a blast of wood and what was likely a lovely vanity at one point combusted, causing enough distraction for y/n to wriggle free and stun their aggressor.

"We have to get out of here!"

Theo's voice was shaken at the thought of losing them, and he was heartbroken even seeing Y/n in danger at all. especially since it was likely him they were after. Y/n lunged forward, grabbing Theodore's outstretched hand. within seconds, he had used an apparition spell.

Once they were to safety, somewhere the two men who had been chasing them couldn't find, the two caught their breath, letting their heart rates settle. Y/n threw their arms around Theodore, breathlessly sobbing. "I'm so sorry." was all he could utter, embarrassed and beaten down.

Their faces were illuminated by the moonlight, it was a quiet park, empty. somewhere they could breathe. Y/n, after a few deep breaths pulled away with tears streaming down their face.

"I could've lost you."

They uttered quietly, barely a whisper. Theo held them close, with his hands on either side of y/n's face. "We're safe now," he said, gently wiping the tears off their cheeks. "I won't ever let this happen again."

His voice was stern. "I will protect you no matter what happens." He said, looking into their eyes. y/n smiled softly, emotions were high. "I love you. They'll never take you from me," he said. it was unfiltered, he spoke his thoughts and what was on his heart. He did love them, dearly. which is why the thought of losing them to the war was worse than death itself. The way he was feeling at that moment was far greater than any love potion that could ever be brewed by even the greatest potion master.

Because he realized that he loved them. Not in any particular way, so much so that the thought of losing them in any way would leave irreversible wounds. Almost as much as he had loved his mother.

"you're bleeding, amore mio," he said quietly, dabbing the blood on their forehead with his sleeve, it was likely a piece of glass from when the mirror was broken. "I don't care about a scratch..." Y/n chuckled softly. "I've always loved you," there was a slight pause. "I'm just glad you're here with me." y/n said.

It still didn't feel safe, their guards were up, so they went someplace that was secure. where they wouldn't be found as easily.

All Theo could think about was his love for y/n. what he always thought was a schoolyard crush, something that didn't mean anything, something he had denied for many years, something deep within him, an undying feeling. on that night, for him at least, that love became real.

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A/N: This sort of follows my personal headcanon that Theo became a death eater because his father forced him to, and he kind of has a moment where he realizes he doesn't truly follow Voldemort so he 'switches' sides. similarly to Draco. I don't know what prompted the angst, but I think this might potentially make an interesting mini-series. let me know. Hope you enjoyed it!

[starhvney]

um.... what if gene x fem reader that got stuck during the starlight ultima incident with his friends 🥹 what's he feelin... what if they reunited..

Sorry if this is cringe 🙏

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: gene and the rest of his trio made it to starlight, but as soon as they arrive, they’re told they’re trapped on the island. amid the chaos, gene finally finds you, only for you to be ripped away from him once again

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst, hurt/comfort, zenix being slow(in the head), lowkey wingwoman sasha, gene crying and whimpering >:), could be seen as slightly ooc but i traumatized him for the plot so :3 oopsi!

𝐂𝐖: mentions of character death and violence, getting shot

𝐀/𝐍: did someone order a gene fic, extra angst? i haven’t caught up on rewatching the later seasons of mystreet, so i’m sorry for any inaccuracies in the lore! anyways another gene banger had to do it to em

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

it had happened so quickly. one moment, his eyes had landed on yours, the corners of his lips raising as he started to walk towards you. it had been too long since he’d seen you, and he couldn’t help the almost childish excitement he felt in his stomach. his mouth had only barely opened as he was about to call your name, when he realized the panicked expression on your face, your head shaking at him to stop. it stopped him in his tracks, the way your eyebrows were pinched together and your eyes were wide in… what was it? shock? fear? 

it was then he realized people were shouting and pointing in your direction, drawing the attention of some nearby soldiers. the ones who trapped everyone in here in this big mess.

“isn’t she one of the ones with the ultima?”

“right here! guards!”

then it was chaos. the crowd around him screamed and pushed him further away from you as armed men swarmed the area. he had started to push back, confused and dazed as he finally caught a glimpse of you again, running in the opposite direction.

then there was a loud popping noise, one that echoed across the plaza, and he watched your body drop and disappear amongst the crowd. loud, panicked screams sounded muffled in his ears as he stumbled back, the blood in his face draining.

why was his vision blurry? where was he again? 

he couldn’t breathe. he can’t breathe.

familiar hands pull him out of the crushing pushes of the crowd, keeping him upright as he gasps for air. when did his ears start ringing?

“gene! gene! come on man, let’s go, we need to get back to the room.” he’s finally able to focus on a voice, his normally narrowed blue eyes blown wide in shock.

zenix felt disturbed, looking at the state of gene in that moment. he had never seen his friend like that, his mouth was agape in shock, chest hitching unevenly as gene’s glazed over eyes looked straight through him like he wasn’t even there.

“what happened…?” he trails, before shaking his head and dragging his paralyzed friend through the crowd. “come on, sasha is back towards the condo. she’ll be worried.”

it was a blur, the next week. the guardian forces sent out a curfew, only letting people out of their rented residences if they were getting food or necessities and arresting anyone they deemed “suspicious”. he couldn’t sleep, eye bags darker than usual and skin gaunt from exhaustion.

anytime he closed his eyes he saw your face, his heart twisting at how anxious you had looked in that moment. were you able to get away? or did you bleed out on the concrete, losing consciousness as the crowd kicked sand in your face? was it instant instead, sparing you the suffering and pain? what if he was able to make it to you before you were shot, could you be here with him right now?

regret ate him alive, every moment he had spent with you replaying like a movie. your smile when you’d lock eyes with him. your eyes when you were talking about the things you liked. how he had hesitated telling you how his heart sped up when he was around you, knowing you would be leaving on vacation. what if he told you, that day?

a faint but rapid knock interrupted his thoughts, his eyes darting up to meet the wary looks of sasha and zenix. After a moment of contemplation, he gets up slowly, approaching the door and grabbing a kitchen knife from the counter. it doesn’t matter if it was the soldier who fired the shot at you or not, his jaw clenched as he hardened his resolve to plunge the object right into the throat of…

just as you were anxiously questioning if you got the condo number right, the door in front of you slightly opened, revealing the man that you had been looking for. a second passes as he stares at you, dull blue eyes boring into yours with an unreadable emotion in them. you hear something metallic drop to the tiled floor behind him, tearing your attention away from him for a split moment.

before you can say anything his hand reaches out, grasping onto your hoodie and yanking you into the room with unexpected force. shaky arms wrap around you, tight enough to almost be near painful. you register the door shutting behind you, but your focus falls on gene’s hitched breaths hitting your ear, his body feeling slightly weaker and thinner than you remember.

“who…? oh shit, she’s alive.”

zenix’s voice disappears as soon as it had appeared as sasha dragged him into another room, her voice hushed and muffled.

“gene…” you cautiously call out, earning you another tight squeeze.

your feet drag as his back hits the wall, sliding to the floor and taking you down with him. his legs trap you against him, keeping you completely crumpled in his lap. just as you’re about to say something again, you feel his entire torso shake with a silent sob, an almost inaudible whimper meeting your ears. his quiet gasps for breath hit your hair, tears dampening your neck and hoodie as his whole body continued to shudder against yours.

for a moment you’re left frozen in shock. you can’t remember one time you had seen the man cry, let alone break down as he was right now. you move your arms as much as his unyielding hold would let you, trying your best to return his desperate embrace.

“...were dead.” his voice cracks out hoarsely, only letting you hear the end of his sentence.

“...what?”

“i thought you were dead.” he shudders out another whimpered breath. “i saw you get shot.”

one of his hands that was clutching onto your shoulder moves up, shifting his grip to the back of your head and tucking you closer to the crook of his neck. he presses his nose into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo before placing a teary kiss against your head.

“i was grazed by a bullet, but i’m okay.”

his other hand finds your cheek, moving your head back enough for your eyes to meet. gingerly, you use your thumb to wipe the remaining tears from under his eyes, frowning at the swollen dark circles underneath them. his dark eyebrows are uncharacteristically upturned, and his eyelashes wet and stuck together.

midnight blue irises dart down to your lips before he meets them with his own. it’s desperate, the way he tilts your head back, one of his hands threading through your hair and the other rubbing and pinching the skin on your cheek–as if he were checking that you were really there. his lips taste salty, his tears only slightly hiding how chapped they were from a lack of hydration. he parts from you to rest his forehead against yours, his breaths finally steady and full. you stare up at him in a surprised daze, feeling the pieces of a large puzzle begin to click in your head.

slowly, the two of you rise to stand again, his hands still clinging to you as if you would disappear from them if he let go. you hear soft footsteps enter the room again, and turn to see sasha peeking through the doorway. she scans you with her eyes, before her downturned lips stretch into a rare smile.

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

zenix appears behind her, arms crossed and lips pressed together in thought. sasha kicks his shin with her foot, causing him to curse under his breath at the sharp pain.

“me too, obviously.” his eyes narrowed. “but… how did you find us, exactly?

“it’s a long story, but i came to get you guys to bring you back to where we’re all hiding out. if michael or the gf finds out you’re associated with us… you guys are safer if we’re all together.” their eyes stare blankly at you in confusion. “i can explain more later, but you should pack what you can and get ready to sneak across the island.”

“sneaking into places we’re not supposed to be is the one thing we’re good at.” sasha smirks before she and zenix retreat back into their rooms.

you glance back at gene, only to see he was still staring down at you. you raise on your tiptoes, pressing a short kiss to his lips. he leans down as his lips try to follow yours, eyes hesitating to open again 

“and when we get back, you can explain more about this later.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[lord-of-the-harvest]

TPOF Ren Hana NSFW Headcannons

MDNI

He would love nyotaimori (which is where your sushi/sashimi is served off a person’s nude body)

Speaking of, absolutely uses food in the bedroom. It ranges from whipped cream to raw meat

Scent kink-He’d absolutely stop fucking you just to eat you out cause he got overwhelmed with your scent

I’m a sub-Ren truther, he craves domination, as many powerful men do

Has cameras up everywhere, especially in the bedroom and bathroom, to keep an eye on his pet. Hell often rewatch/get off to the footage even if it isn’t inherently sexual

Massive size kink, going in either direction. He loves both being shorter or taller than his pet, as long as it’s a big difference

Does not shut UP during sex. Whether it’s incoherent screaming and moaning, or saying perverted shit that’d make a hentai writer blush. He. Will. Not. Shut. Up.

Whimpers, duh

Breeding kink, but he likely doesn’t want any spawns

His knot is not super prominent usually, but after he cums it gets bigger, resulting in lots and lots of cockwarming (often mixed with aftercare, and gets even worse in his heat)

Loves mixing praise and degradation

Has a HUGE sex toy/kinky costume/lingerie/hentai collection for both himself and his pet probably has a mold of his cock too

(Anyone want some heat HCs? :D)

[tornoleander]

Jay behavior

[jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah]

Lost in My Past

So i was rewatching OBX S3 and i went to ep 7 and i found something to write a fic about basically y'know the scene where Singh's men attack Professor Neville's house boat and JJ and John B are there. Well i decided to write about it

ENJOY

"Hey" John B sighs in annoyance as he turns to JJ. He's trying to convince Professor Neville into giving him any information to find his dad. And JJ isn't helping.

"WHAT?!WHAT IS GOI-"

JJ covers John B's mouth as he tells him to shut up.

It's then John B hears it.

A boat engine.

"Hey Neville how much traffic do you get on this river?" JJ asks.

"Nothi-"

"Neville! Neville Persaud!"

Suddenly bullets sliced through the boats window, shattering it into a shower of glass fragments

John B pushes JJ down as more bullets were fired.

JJ curls up on the floor and holds his knees. His breath grows shallow as blood pounded in his ears.

YOU STUPID WORTHLESS IDIOT

Not real not real not real-

JJ gasps for air as he tugs on his hair-

His dad's angry shouts merge with the gunshots.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR STUPID MOM

Why can't he breathe, he needs to breathe.

John B slowly rises from his position on the floor and turns to see JJ.

The blonde boy is practically hyperventilating on the ground, his shaking hands tugging at his hair whilst tears stream down his face.

Signs of a panic attack.

"JJ not now, c'mon" John B crouches over the Maybank boy and places his hands gently over JJ's. "You're okay, i swear everything's fine."

"JB"

John B smiles weakly, "Right here buddy, you're safe i promise"

"C-can't breathe" JJ sobs.

"You can I promise you can "

John B's heart breaks at the sight of his best friend on the floor crying and hurting because of an idiotic excuse of a dad. JJ never deserved any of this. John B closes his eyes as a tear rolls down his face. Even though he has witnessed JJ's attacks many times before it still hurts to see him like this.

JJ can't even close his eyes or else the frantic images of Luke's menacing face will flash in his mind.

I HATE YOU SO MUCH

JJ whimpers as he tries to control his breathing.

"JJ, breathe. Focus on my voice," John B urges, his eyes filled with concern. "You're safe here with me. C'mon Bubba"

John B holds JJ's hand as the panic starts to subside.

The bullets still echoed in the distance but Luke's voice isn't there anymore.

JJ sits up and collapses onto John B's chest. JB wraps his arm around him.

"It's over you're okay"

JJ takes in the familiar scent of his best friend- cedarwood and bergamot.

"Sorry, I'm so sor-"

"Stop apologising" John B whispers into his ear. He holds JJ closer, resting his chin on the blonde locks." It'll be fine"

JJ faintly realizes that the boat is moving.

Neville returns, his face ashen and tired.

"I managed to get rid of them at the last minute, that was a close call"

JJ just hides his face in John B's shoulder. He feels guilty- John B must be so stressed right now, what with his Dad all the way in South America with Singh and JJ isn't helping by having a panic attack and-

"JJ?"

"What?" JJ meant for it to sound strong but it comes out as a shaky whisper.

"You're okay"

JJ just nods.

He's so grateful for having John B by his side. Yeah he has a rubbish dad and a stupid chaotic life but John B has always been there for him, holding him, making sure he doesn't break and if he has John B will pick up the pieces and fix him.

John B is JJ's anchor.

JJ's anchor in a messy, crazy, wild ocean.

John B is JJ's home.

YOU CAN ALSO READ THIS AND MY OTHER STORIES ON A03

[fleurdelislily]

omg i am so happy that we have another ted lasso fanfic writer, there isnt enough! anyway ily

so, i just cant get over my head ted whimpering and squirmming all over the place while taking him on a rodeo (save a horse ride a cowboy), like its their first time and all, just imagine him v vocal..?

if youre comfortable writing that of course♡

omg hi!! thank you for the request!!

yes yes omg he would be so vocal I’m obsessed with this,, men who are vocal are just 🫶

this takes place during season 1 ep 7 btw bc I just rewatched that one lol, youre hooking up with him instead of sassy 👀

warnings: very smutty lol, also I wrote this as fem!reader so pet names like sweet girl, sweetheart, etc.

You don’t know what made you go to Ted’s room. You honestly weren’t planning on it, but here you were, your back pressed against his door, his body pressed up against you and his lips on your neck.

His hands were in your hair as he kissed all the way back up your throat and met your lips hungrily. His teeth were pulling gently at your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth as he lifted you up, never breaking the kiss, and tossed you down on the bed.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?” He asked as he reached to lift off your shirt. You nodded, attempting to sit up for another kiss, but he pulled back so you couldn’t reach.

“Words, y/n.”

“Yes, Ted, please,” you just about whined, and he wasted no time pulling off your clothes, his face flushed at the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he stared at you in awe as you got up on your knees on the bed to pull his shirt off and start unbuckling his belt.

His fingertips trailed down your back, teasing their way down to your ass and squeezing. One hand stayed at your ass and the other came forward to tease at your clit, making feather light circles. You moaned into his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss at your reaction. “You like that, sweet girl?”

You nodded, pulling him onto the bed with you and straddling his waist before leaning down to kiss down his neck and collarbone. He choked back a whimper as your lips found a particularly sensitive spot. “It’s okay, Ted, I want to hear you,” you whispered into his chest.

“F-fuck,” he whined as your hips instinctively bucked against his, and you felt his cock jump through his boxers against your clit, letting out a little gasp at the sensation.

“Let’s get these off,” you grinned as you pulled his boxers off, eyes going wide at his size. He hummed in amusement at your reaction. “Like what you see?” He teased, and you nodded, speechless.

His big hands were at your hips, rubbing gently and holding you steady as you slid down onto his cock.

He completely lost control, letting out a desperate whine at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. His head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as you started rocking your hips back and forth against him.

“Please, please, y/n, fuck” he whimpered, not even knowing what he was begging for. You moaned at the feeling of his hips bucking up into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly. With every flutter of your pussy he whimpered and squirmed underneath you, desperate for release. His fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing at the perfect pace, pushing you over the edge.

“Ted, f-fuck,” you moaned, your orgasm washing over you, making your pussy flutter and quiver rapidly around him.

The noises he made were obscene as he came inside you, letting out breathless little whimpers and whines as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

You slowly pulled off of him as he stopped panting, snuggling up beside him. You were still tingling as he pulled you close to his chest and cuddles you gently to sleep.

***

a/n: hope you enjoyed!! this is not super proofread because it’s 1:30 in the morning lol but I had a ton of fun writing this!! everybody pls send in more requestsss

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

hey i just read your bio and i just noticed it said you love female badass characters and pathetic whimpering men and i just have to ask if you’ve seen the show Future Man?

it’s a comedy featuring josh hutcherson and he plays the most pathetic loser of a man trying to save the world and it’s the funniest show you do not understand (and there’s also a badass woman and man with him who like, beat everyone up)

if you haven’t already you should absolutely watch it (would recommend pirating unfortunately, it’s the easiest way to watch) and then pls update on your feelings about it :)

I have not seen Future Man, but when Josh's slutty role in FNAF became popular, I was seeing clips of Future Man everywhere. of course, the scene of him masturbating from that show is famous, and the whole "I promise, I'll be good, you won't have to use the muzzle" - like it was impossible not to see those clips

and those clips very largely inspired my characterization of Mike in this fic - you can see the Future Man nod in the fic cover

however, I haven't actually watched the show because of my general hesitance to watch new shows. it is one of my flaws lmao. most of the shows that I watch and write for now are ones I started watching when I was in my early teen years. and I just rewatch them. I don't even watch new seasons/new episodes - I just rewatch the same seasons that first introduced me to loving the shows when I was a teenager

I have a feeling that I would love Future Man, but idk if I'll ever get around to watching it because of my general hesitance to watch new things. but thank you for thinking of me lmao

[transindulgence]

ADMIN: FORREST 🫒

HIIII! i'm forrest! i'm a 19 year old transmasc, i use he/they pronouns, and i have an unhealthy obsession with men whimpering

FANDOM LIST + CHARACTERS I'LL WRITE:

BALDUR'S GATE 3 Karlach, Wyll, Gale, Astarion, Halsin, Raphael/Harleep

FINAL FANTASY (VII) Cloud, Biggs, Wedge, Barret, Sephiroth

JUJUTSU KAISEN Gojo, Nanami, (i need to rewatch this but i'll update with more characters once i do!)

RESIDENT EVIL (3, 4, 8) Carlos, Jill; Leon, Ada, Luis; Lady Dimistrescu, Ethan

STARDEW VALLEY All of the bachelors

MISC. CHARACTERS Steve Harrington (Stranger Things), Kurt Kunkle (Spree), Mike Schmidt (FNAF movie), William Afton (FNAF movie)

THINGS I WILL/WON'T WRITE

YES!!!!!!! - NSFW WOOOO!!! I LOVE SEKS!!!! - gn!reader, transmasc!reader - afab genitalia (i don't have a dick so i have no idea how to write readers with a dick, i'm so sorry LMAO) - anything that isn't listed under NO

NO!!!!!!! - fem!reader - piss/scat/vomit/gore - non-con (consensual somnophilia and that type of stuff is fine!!) - knife play/gun play/stuff that can cause detrimental harm - any sort of pregnancy. i'll write breeding kink but it WILL be implied that reader Cannot get pregnant MY SPECIALTIES - sub/switch/dom reader!!! i'll do em all - hcs, drabbles, full fics

[asphodelical]

The Great Anime Rewatch of 2022 - Part VIII

Macross Plus

First watched: October 2011 Rewatched: July 2022

Original rating: 9 New rating: 6

Even though this was at the beginning of Watanabe’s directorial career, I love it when well known directors are thrown into established franchises. Macross Plus is the only Macross to feature a cast of adults only. The twist is that they’re also some of the most immature Macross protagonists to date. 

The love triangle is two guys and one girl, rather than the usual one guy and two girls. The caveat is that there’s little context of what these three mean to each other. I’m not asking for long winded flashbacks or backstories. I just want to know why Isamu and Guld are so whipped for Myung. The trio’s unlikable traits are put at the forefront, and they don’t exactly display a lot of likable traits. Guld’s character…didn’t age well. A burly male of a race that’s discriminated against assaulting his female friend? The implications of that are…yikes. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that eleven years ago. 

I do like what they did with the idol, Sharon Apple. It was a unique direction to take the idol character. Overall, rewatching Macross Plus was kind of unpleasant. When I first immersed myself in the Macross franchise, I probably would’ve said that this one was my favorite. I don’t think that’s the case anymore.  __________________________________

Kara No Kyoukai Films

First watched: I have no idea.  Rewatched: July 2022

Original ratings: 5, 4, 4, 5, 5, 4, 5 New ratings: 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 3

The content of the films does not justify their run time. The characters are dull, uninteresting, and pretty unlikable. Please don’t put cartoonishly evil villains in your dark, atmospheric series. Also, men writing female assault victims…big sigh.  __________________________________

Natsume Yuujinchou seasons 1-6

First watched: 2008, original airdate Rewatched: July 2022

Original ratings: 9, 8, 9, 8, 7, 6 New ratings: 9, 7, 7, 8, 5, 5

I loved Natsume Yuujinchou. I started reading the manga once one or two seasons of the anime had aired, and devoutly watched the first six seasons. This is my first time revisiting the anime in its entirety. So, does it still hold up?

Overall, yes. The relationship between Natsume and Nyanko-sensei is still a joy to experience. I found myself enjoying the episodes that didn’t focus on the Book of Friends more—Anything involving Natori, the fox kid, Matoba and sometimes Tanuma. 

Season one is still great. 

Season two had a really sluggish middle and a complete lack of the fox kid, but a great set of final episodes. 

Season three had too many standalones, but they had a clearer common theme: Natsume balancing his normal life with his supernatural adventures.  Matoba’s entrance was direly needed, but it’s too bad he came in so late and was only in two episodes. The other downside to season three is that Natsume and Nyanko’s relationship was put on the back burner. 

Season four started off strong with Matoba, had a few boring standalones, but the rest of the season was good. One of the most consistent Natsume seasons. 

Season five had three episodes featuring Matoba and Natori that barely saved the season. 

Season six didn’t need to exist. They shouldn’t have made another season so soon after the last one. It’s disappointing to think of this as the finale of the TV series, ending on such a whimper. 

If I could compile all of the story and character centric episodes and keep the best standalones, I could trim Natsume Yuujinchou down to three or four seasons total, and each one would be a 9/10 for sure. Most of the seasons are bogged down by the formulaic standalones that don’t feature recurring characters. The stakes and tension never escalate, and it killed my motivation to watch the anime in its entirety. It’s simply too stagnant. But even its weakest episodes are still better than most anime out there. What I absolutely respect Natsume for is never succumbing to romance. It’s one of the only shoujo series I can think of that doesn’t have any romantic relationships. 

Also, none of the opening songs are particularly good. They’re also not sung by people with voices that are pleasing to listen to. A couple of them really need voice lessons. The endings are way better, and the soundtrack is lovely.  __________________________________

Ouran High School Host Club

First watched: circa 2008? Maybe? Rewatched: July 2022

Original rating: 8 New rating: 8

I was a little worried going into the rewatch, because comedy doesn’t age well most of the time. Aside from the outdated…’approach’ to queerness, Ouran is still fucking funny. I laughed almost every episode. The anime original ending remains shitty, but this was before anime adaptations waited long enough to have enough source material to properly adapt it. (See Fullmetal Alchemist, Soul Eater and Kuroshitsuji for details.)

I’m glad studios have stopped being so hasty. Now with the renaissance of remakes from 90s-00s anime (Shaman King, Fruits Basket), maybe Ouran will get the same treatment someday. I also forgot how much Ouran borrowed visually from Utena.  __________________________________

From up on Poppy Hill

First watched: October 2012 Rewatched: July 2022

Original rating: 7 New rating: 8

English dub this time around. From Up On Poppy Hill was based on a manga of the same name from 1979. I’ve never read it, so I’m not sure how faithful it is to the source material. So I have to ask…why why why why the weird incest misunderstanding?? It’s the only bad part about the movie. 

I love the little world of the Latin Quarter building, and the camaraderie of all the kids involved in its renovation. I love how the kids have their established signal when the adults are coming and everyone falls into line with each other, regardless if they share the same opinion or not. The music is great, with a sound completely distinct from other Ghibli films—lots of accordion use and light jazz that Japan embraced after WWII.