#this could be a dumb idea I just thought they’re look good with the dresses and cloaks

[moonhoures]

Beautiful

🕷️ kinktober — day 24: praise kink🕸️

pairing: jaehyun (nct) + reader (g/n *)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, praise, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetration, sloppy making out, couch sex, creampie, (* i did mark this as a gender neutral fic but the reader is described as wearing a dress so yeah just wanted to include that! *)

word count: ~1k

synopsis: your bf is upset that no one at the costume party you went to recognized your cosumtes 💔

posted: october 28, 2023

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“Baby, don’t be like that.”

Your boyfriend shook his head, trudging into your house with heavy, sad steps before plopping onto the couch. You held back a chuckle at his overdramatic pout and crossed arms. He was currently upset because you two had gone to a Halloween party, dressed up as the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet from the Baz Luhrmann movie. Jaehyun was the one who had came up with the idea, and he was really excited when your costumes came out fairly accurate to the film. However, he was devastated all throughout the night when partygoer after partygoer failed to pinpoint the characters you were portraying.

“Our costumes were dumb,” he sulked, picking up the TV remote in hopes of distracting himself with whatever show was on.

“They were not dumb,” you assured him, “They’re cute! And it’s not like no one knew who we were. Johnny and Mark knew!”

“I told Mark what costumers we were doing, and Johnny was the one who went shopping with me,” he retorted, the furrow in his brow only deepening as he continued to be upset. “Everyone thought I was a tourist.”

“Well, I think our costumes were amazing. It’s not our fault nobody in the room has good taste in movies like you,” you tried to make him feel better, and as the down-turned front of his eyebrow lifted, you thought it might be working, “Honestly, I’d rather have a great costume that no one recognizes than be the hundredth Harley Quinn and Joker couple.”

He laughed softly at that, “They did have a lot of those. That movie came out years ago.”

“And how many Romeo and Juliets were there?”

“None,” he replied, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked up at you, and he reached his hand out for yours, holding it, “Thanks, ________.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Jae. Besides, I think you look really hot in this outfit,” you confessed, your other hand reaching up to the collar of his Hawaiian print shirt. Your fingers fiddled with the top button, and neither of you seemed fazed when it just so happened to pop open.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes now trained on the plump of your lips, the remnants of your lip gloss still making them shiny.

“Yeah.”

“You look gorgeous too. I like this little halo,” he further proved his point by nudging the halo headband above your head with his finger, making it wobble. You giggled along with him, and then his hand was on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

The kiss turned hot and heavy in moments; suddenly you were straddling his lap. His hands found purchase on your ass and thighs, fingers gripping onto you and sliding the already short hem of your dress up. Low groans of gratification and wanton whines were muffled through your tongues and lips. Your hips shifted rhythmically over your boyfriend’s, emitting deep, guttural moans from his throat.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Jaehyun spoke through gritted teeth when you grinded down on him and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Usually he would warn you about making hickeys, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to care about that.

After a little more grinding and passionate, messy kissing, Jaehyun managed to get both of your underwear off and push his jeans down to the floor. You were going to straddle him again, but he maneuvered you so that you were lying on the couch. You let out a small whine about your halo bending before tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. He hovered above you, pushing your leg up so that he could fit better between your thighs.

You sucked in a quick breath as he thrusted slowly into you for the first time, while he simultaneously let out a sigh that resembled a curse word you couldn’t quite make out. He had his head buried in your neck, hot breath making your collarbone warm.

“I’ll never get over how good you feel,” he said, “Every single time . . . is better than the last.”

You moaned, your hands wandering under the loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt he wore. It was hanging on by only a few buttons now, so you made quick work of unfastening them and tugging the shirt off of him completely while his thrusts never faltered, “Jae.”

“I know” when he didn’t get a response he said, “You keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum. You want that?”

You couldn’t think of any words in the moment, too overwhelmed with your looming orgasm, so you simply nodded. He rested his forehead against yours, and as if on cue, you clenched down on his throbbing cock.

“Shit, ________,” he cursed, eyes screwing shut. His thrusts became deeper and a little faster; he moved with purpose, “You feel so good. Smell so good. Look so good. Fuck, you look beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”

“Jae,” you finally broke your silence, “Please.”

Finally, he shut up and focused on what he was doing. He drove his hips into yours with ardor. He littered kisses over your face, ending with your mouth where he drew you into another sloppy kiss. It was sloppy in the sense that it was full of tongues and teeth, but also because your mouth was parted for loud whimpers.

Jaehyun’s movements stuttered, and his grip on the couch tightened beside you, “Holy fu- I’m cumming.”

“I’m cumming,” he repeated, his words coming out broken up and whiney.

Spurts of his cum filled you up. Your leg hiked higher up on his hip. Your hands grasped onto his back, fingernails clawing at him as you felt your orgasm about to crash down on you.

“That’s it, fucking cum for me. Come on, baby,” even in the aftershocks of his own release, he urged you to chase your own, “You look so pretty when you cum, baby. Do it.”

So you did. You came with an exclamation of your boyfriend’s name as the familiar, orgasmic sense of euphoria settled over you.

“God, you look . . . so. Fucking. Beautiful.”

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[thebearer]

Friends with benefits lip saying they’re not exclusive and that he’s not her bf so don’t go getting any ideas but then getting upset when reader takes him up on that and starts seeing other people

"The fuck are you doin'?" Lip growled, one hand curled around your arm, the other pulling you away from the intoxicated frat boy who's hand had slowly started to make it's way up your dress.

"What?" You grumbled, words slurring together a little. The frat party had been Lip's idea, of course, texting you about Mikayla or Hannah who had invited him... who he was also trying to have sex with.

You and Lip were friends. Casual hookups when there was nothing else, but friends. Truly. That's all.

Or so you both told yourselves.

Lip and you had a rule- there was no rules. Do whoever and whatever, and Lip had happily embarked on that rule before with Amanda and Helene and all the others you didn't care to know about.

You had your roster too, more cautious about it, but still a regular rotation. It worked for a while, you and Lip's casual hookups- I mean who could blame you? He could eat pussy like a champ. But recently, things had started to get... difficult between the two of you. A shift that could only be blamed on the rise in your shared hookups- and feelings.

"Hey, man, we're just-"

"-Fuck off, alright? She's drunk you piece of shit." Lip shoved the guy, harder than he should have, the frat boy's cup spilling on the girl behind him when he stumbled.

"Lip, I-I'm not even drunk. What are you- Hey, where are we going?" You frowned, feet stumbling as he drug you through the crowds of people towards the door.

Lip's jaw flexed, eyes in a narrowed hard glare. He didn't even look at whatever her name was sorority girl who whined at him when he stormed out of the house with you. You pretended to be annoyed when she glared at you, the look of pure jealousy on her face- it made your heart skip knowing she thinks you two are together. That Lip chose you.

"What is your problem?" You huffed, nearly twisting your ankle on the pavement with how fast he was walking. "Lip, can you let go of me? Christ." You huffed, yanking your arm free.

"What is your problem?" You repeated, glaring at him under the streetlight. The campus was mostly empty, a few stragglers drunkenly stumbling home.

Lip scoffed, a hand running over his mouth. "You-You were just gonna let that guy- that guy fuckin' touch you like that? In front of everyone?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Are you kidding me? I know you're not talking, you were practically fucking blondie in the kitchen!" You threw your hand out in exasperation.

Lip shook his head, pacing a few steps ahead before circling back. "I-I don't get it. You're letting that dumb fuck touch you? I didn't even think you liked guys like that."

"Who says I liked him?" You scoffed. "I just wanted to have sex with him."

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to have it with him." Lip knew his argument was weak, hoping you wouldn't notice. The quip in your brow told him you did. "That guy is fuckin' stupid."

"Ok? And your Chi Kappa Delta whatever girl is so much smarter?" You sneered. You didn't know her, shouldn't have been so harsh. You couldn't help the way you bristled at the thought of her. Her hands in his hair, kissing him all sloppy in the kitchen- and he let her.

Of course he did. He should have, you told yourself. You two are just friends.

"I'm not fucking people because they're smart. He's a good fuck, and I was horny." You shrugged, biting back the small grin when Lip's spine straightened.

"You've fucked him before?" He scoffed.

"Yeah?" You snipped. "A few times. He's on the roster. The one that I've told you about that can-"

"-I don't..." Lip snapped, shaking his head, taking a deep cleansing breath. "If you were horny, you coulda just told me. Would've handled that."

"You seemed busy." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You hoped Lip didn't hear the flare of jealousy in your tone. "And besides, it's not your turn. I have a system."

"Yeah? He's better than me?" Lip growled, taking a menacing step that closed in the space between you two.

You swallowed hard, your eyes on his, knees wobbling with excitement. "I didn't say... Why do you even care?" You scoffed, stepping back, throwing your arms out.

Lip faltered for a moment, cheeks tinging in heat. His heart pounded in his chest, ringing in his ears. "I-I don't." He said curtly, and you tried to convince yourself it was the alcohol that made your stomach turn the way it did. "I just... don't want you gettin' a-a std or somethin'. Looks like he's got s dirty dick."

"Right." You mumble, wrapping your arms around yourself. There was a pause, a silence that was far too deafening for both of you. "'m gonna go home." You mutter, glancing up at Lip. "I, uh, I got a nine am tomorrow anyways."

"Yeah, I-I'll walk you." Lip offered, stepping beside you, heading to your on campus apartment. You'd managed to swing that, somehow, and Lip frequented it often. Because the dorms were so noisy, of course.

"'s alright. You don't have to." You shrugged. "I got it."

"No, I... it's not a big deal, alright? Left my key there anyways." Lip nodded. It was a lie, his key was in his pocket, but you didn't need to know that. "Besides... you still horny?" He looked at you, smirking at how you blushed.

"Maybe a little. Either horny or tired, I can't decide yet." You hummed simply, eyes batting up at him.

"Yeah? I can help you with that." Lip grinned, hand snaking down your back to your ass, squeezing lightly.

Lip fucked you to sleep, legs thrown over his shoulders, thankful you didn't have roommates at the way you cried out. Because what else are friends for?

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Lord Husband (Chapter 5)

cregan x reader

word count: 1,606 words

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A private carriage. You thank the gods for small victories. Being locked in a small box for a month with nobody but Cregan Stark for company would’ve been the thing that pushed you over the edge of insanity. Or, you likely would have killed him.

Perhaps it was more his safety they are concerned over rather than my comfort. You think to yourself.

The preparations for your departure have been immensely extravagant and your mother has already commissioned ten new dresses and five nightgowns just to tie you over until the royal family flies in for the wedding. You’ll spend another whole month courting Cregan (in Winterfell this time) before the ceremony and you don’t know if you want the spectacle to be drawn out more to prolong your unmarried freedom or if you just want it to be over with.

You ignore the thoughts as you make your way down to the courtyard with Baela and Rhaena on each arm and Ser Robert trailing after you.

“I’m going to miss you awfully.” Rhaena says sentimentally. 

“You’ll have to write to me with every bit of court gossip. Gods know that the boys won’t do a very good job at keeping me filled in.” You roll your eyes dramatically, trying to keep it all lighthearted.

“You’ll write to us plenty as well, tell us all about the joys of marriage.” Baela says with a little smirk.

“I hardly believe there’ll be many joys to rave about.” You say with a scoff.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. From what i’ve heard, northern men are very good with… their tongues.” The elder twin says scandalously. You think you hear Ser Robert choke on water from behind you.

“Baela!” Rhaena scolds but she giggles too.

“I don’t want his tongue anywhere near me.” You say as you shoot her a glare.

“Then you are as dumb as you are pretty.” You roll your eyes at this.

“His assumed skills don’t matter if I do not like him.” You say primly.

“You don’t have to like him to appreciate the look of him.” Baela says as she lifts a hand to inspect her nails.

“I agree. You know what they say about men with large hands…” Rhaena trails off and you glare at her as well.

“Do not team up against me.” You say.

“We are only trying to help you to look on the bright side. You’ll be with him for the rest of your lives.” Rhaena says softly. It’s a thought that you don’t really want to think about.

“Perhaps after I give him a son, we will become estranged and he will allow me to retire to Dragonstone.” You reply wistfully. The twins exchange a look.

“And what of your son?” 

You sigh and say, “Any child I have will be his, not mine.”

“But they will also be Valyrians. They could be dragonriders. They will need a Valyrian to teach them.” Baela says. The idea of a child with a dragon, not knowing its history, not knowing how to care for it, is a sad thought.

“Motherhood is as noble a path as any.” Rhaena says, in an attempt to make you feel better.

“Not if it’s forced.”

There is an awkward silence after that and you feel bad, being the one who caused it. Your closest friends, your sisters, they only wanted to comfort you, to make you excited about the journey and you’ve made them feel bad for trying.

“I do quite like some of the dresses her Grace commissioned for me, though.” You say with a little grin and both of the girls light up.

“Oh yes, they’re all so beautiful. I don't know if I could even pick a favourite.” Rhaena gushes.

“I can.” Baela says. “The deep maroon velvet one. Ugh, the sleeves on it are to die for. It’s far too hot to be wearing such fashion in King’s Landing. We’d be sweltering.” Baela pouts a little at that but then grins. “You’ll be the icon of the North when it comes to gowns.”

“I intend to be the icon of the North when it comes to everything.” You say with a faux level of superiority as you come around to the stairs that go down to the courtyard.

There are many nobles waiting to see you off and Cregan Stark stands right at the front, waiting for you and looking as disgustingly handsome as ever. You ignore him and make your way to the ladies who won’t be accompanying you first, hugging them and trying not to tear up. You hope Cregan is offended by how you brush by him. Then, you reach your siblings. Your goodbyes to your family are short and proper, you’ll see them at the wedding anyhow. Your goodbye with your mother is… tense if nothing else. 

You turn to Cregan at this point, knowing that you need to have a public interaction before you get into your carriage. Even if you enjoy being the centre of attention, you don’t want to waste the creation of gossip if you’re not there to see how it all goes down.

Lord Stark bows deeply. “Princess, I am glad to be accompanying you to your new home.”

“I thank you for your protection on the long trip that lies ahead of us.” You say in response, your voice cordial and dripping with charisma. 

“It is my honour.” He holds out a hand and you take it, allowing him to help you up the steps, into the carriage. Your two handmaidens follow after you. When the door shuts, you sigh, ready for the long trip to be over already.

~~~

As the trip properly starts, you begin to remember how much you hate carriage rides. Short ones are usually fine but you’ve been sitting in the wheeled contraption for hours now and it's making you awfully dizzy.

“Your Grace? Are you well?” Rose, your handmaiden, speaks up. She looks concerned for your state.

“I am fine. I perhaps just need to rest for a moment.” You say, a bit breathlessly, as you shift to lay down, resting your head in your other handmaiden’s lap.

“Are you sure, princess? You look a little green.” Safia speaks up as she begins to stroke your hair.

“It’s this stupid carriage. And the road for seven hells. How can it be so uneven?” You groan and Safia starts to rub your temples.

“It is awful, I know.” She soothes but her kind words don’t help. You just feel more and more nauseous.

“Oh gods.” You groan.

“Princess, are you going to be sick?” Rose asks, and to your dismay, you believe you are about to be sick.

You nod a little and she stands, banging on the roof. “Stop the carriage!” She calls out to the driver.

Before you’re even fully stopped, Rose pushes open the door and Safia helps you to your feet. You stumble out of the carriage and unceremoniously, onto the grass. You fall to your hands and knees, breathing heavily. You thank the gods when you don’t actually throw up and the churning of your stomach begins to slow with the help of a stationary position and fresh air.

“What is happening? Is the princess alright?” 

Oh gods why does he have to see this? You think to yourself as the young Lord Stark’s voice rings through the air.

“The movement of the carriage makes her unwell, my lord.” Safia says.

“Oh of course.” He murmurs and wanders off for a moment. You feel hopeful that he just decided to leave you but he’s back before you know it and kneeling by your side. “Here, eat this.” He says and gives you a gentle smile as he holds out ginger for you.

“Why would I eat tha-” He seems to know that you were going to kick up a fuss so as you are mid-sentence, he puts the piece of ginger in your mouth.

“Chew.” He says simply. Your eyes are wide and you want to refuse but you also don’t necessarily want to spit it out like a spoiled child. So, you apprehensively begin to chew the root, trying not to make a face at the peppery flavour. “Good.” He speaks again. “You’ll feel better now.” You think he looks far too pleased as he stands up in front of you and offers you his hand. You begrudgingly take it and he pulls you up with so much ease that you hardly even had to try and stand.

You brush your skirts off, feeling spiteful even if Cregan just helped you.

He just looked far too smug about it. You assure yourself as you make your way back into your carriage. 

Before the door is closed, your betrothed speaks up, “Perhaps I could join you, princess. Just to make sure you’re feeling better.” The smile he gives you is almost sneaky, as if there is some sort of hidden innuendo in there. You feel that he enjoys toying with you.

“That would be terribly improper.” You speak only loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes, of course.” He says but the cheeky grin never fades, even as he walks to his horse.

“Strange.” Rose says. “Most lords would enjoy the comforts of a carriage themselves.”

“Perhaps it would be an excuse to sneak into here.” Safia says scandalously. 

“Then he shall be perpetually disappointed.” You say as you settle into your seat.

The procession begins to move again and through all the bumps and uneven roads, and as more time passes, the nausea that plagued you never returns. 

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[kennedyalike]

come n’ get it now

re4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

summary: you take care of leon on a mission where you got accidentally caught up

tags: smut, fingering, p in v sex

word count: 1,9k~

settling in on the plush crimson couch that was in the middle of the darkly lit room, what was this place anyways? quite cozy to be honest, even though it was still in the same castle that you had been held at gunpoint, kidnapped as a way to blackmail leon. he didn’t fall for it, he was strong and remained calm. or so you thought. his mind was a mess, thoughts of loosing you flooded his mind every second, he was panicking but he had to pull through, for you. his little princess.

leon loved you more than anything, really. he would do anything for you, he would die for you and he was prepared to die for you in this mission. it had started out as a simple extract, going to a rural village in spain to research a cult called los illuminados. only it wasn’t going so well. some crazy fucker named ramón had come up with an idea to kidnap leon’s girlfriend, you, to blackmail him and make him fall for a trap to get rid of him.

but he wasn’t so dumb, he saved you and it was easy really. until he realised ramòn, saddler and the rest of the los illuminados cult weren’t going to let you off so easily when they realised you had stolen information and a piece of amber with you. you weren’t an agent but you learned a thing or two from leon. atleast you complicating his mission, you could be of little use.

you tried to aid him in battle, by not being in his way and staying away from the enemies. you weren’t a scaredy cat, you fended off many enemies with the knife he had given you, always giving him a heads up and holding stuff open for him. you didn’t want him to worry about you so you did your best for him.

the relationship was equal, you would do anything for him and he would do anything for you. now you were just babbling incoherent ’sorry’s as you were rummaging through your belongings. ”they’re dumb, they left me with all my stuff untouched, can you belive that?” you said with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood when you sit next to leon on the couch, settling your purse on your lap, toying with the zipper of it.

”what’s in there? besides the amber, i mean. you should give it to me, that way they don’t have anything to hold over against you. i need to get you out of here as quickly as possible.” leon babbled, mostly to himself as his dark eyes and stern look avoided you, feeling dissapointed in himself when he couldn’t protect you.

”leon…i love you, you know that?” you cooed as you pushed his shoulders back and pulled yourself onto his lap, legs settling at the sides of his as he leaned back, head hitting the soft couch as his ash blonde locks spread around the fabric, ruffling at the back of his head. he nodded silenty as his eyes still avoided your gaze. his hands darted around the hem of your dress, looking around your body, your jacket slightly slumped over your shoulder. he sees the small bruises all over your skin and the dirt that was starting to gather on your clothes.

he sighed really deeply as his hands settled on your thighs and yours settled on his shoulders. he was tense, stressed and pressured. his wide shoulders felt so hard, maybe because of muscle but you could feel the tension he was holding in. ”leon.” you call out once more, trying to pull him out of the trance as your hands shuffle in your bag, pulling out a pack of wet wipes. you grab his gun-calloused hand from your lap and start cleaning the grime and dirt off of his palm.

he was still quiet, leon was accepting your care as you kept cleaning his hands, moving to his forearms, picking up a new wet wipe as you cleaned the dirt off of his tense biceps and forearms. you felt bad for him and wanted to be of use. you felt worthless and seeing him in this stage was hard. you loved him so dearly and wanted to be good for him, so why did you have to get caught? now you’re just being a burden to him.

you felt his muscles twitch under your fingers as you carefully wiped his forearm clean, lifting up his other arm, just as tense as the other. he was breathing quietly as you continued. he felt loved, your soft fingers working to take care of him as he watched you on his lap. he watched your focused face, so cute. his. your hand caressed his face and you wiped the dirt off of it, careful around a few cuts that made your brows furrow from worry. you propped your body slightly closer to him. he looked you in the eyes and admired your focused face, slightly grimacing when the wet wipe hit his cut.

”sorry but, i have to clean it, leon.” you emphasized as you finished cleaning his face, fixing his hair cutely as you try to smile at him, a desperate attempt at making your partner feel better. ”i know, baby. i love you so much.” this time, your smile was real, you pulled your body close to him, chests connecting. your plush chest hit his hard and muscly chest and he accepted you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer too.

your hands wrap around his shoulders, starting to slightly massage them, wanting to ease him and only be good to him. you would do anything, anything for him to feel better. you watch his eyes close, his eyelashes fluttering as he sighs, his lips parting slightly when you massage his shoulders and biceps. your hands work rounds into massaging him, wanting to ease his muscles and all the pent up anger he felt inside of him. he was quiet, except for the small whimpers and sighs leaving his mouth every now and then when you hit a jammed up muscle.

you couldn’t help yourself but feel a little turned on from his face, brows furrowing as soft moans escape his esophagus. you begin to grind down on his lap a little, hoping he doesn’t notice your movement. under the dress, you wore nothing but panties and you had a small cardigan with you. the fabric of your panties already felt wet as you slightly grinded yourself into him. leon’s tight dark blue compression shirt showing his defined body was too much for you to handle.

the knife holder next to his left shoulder and the straps around his trousers that were holding his weapons and his belongings were still on, you were eyeing down his whole being. you would do anything for him to feel good and relaxed and you would die for him to be inside you right now. but you were so sure he thought it was inappropriate hence the situation and the fact that you guys were on some random couch, couped up in the very same castle where the los illuminados members were.

his palms felt sweaty on your hips and you started to feel his hands forming a fist, scrunching the fabric of your dress up, revealing more of your plush thighs every second. his eyes were open and he was looking at you. it was like a silent agreement between you two.

you leaned in and kissed him, his soft lips were too inviting and your hands wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. his hands have brought up the fabric of your dress completely. leon’s hands felt cold on your skin as he groped your ass under your dress. you moan slightly into the kiss and he responds with a slight groan as he feels you grind into him even more.

you feel his growing erection through his dusty trousers and you’re sure your panties have already left a wet spot on them. your lips are still connected and your bodies move in sync. the kiss was soft and lustful. you smelled his cologne still, not completely blocked out by the smell of battle. your tongue teases his as you continue kissing passionetly.

his other hand moves to the front of your crotch, slithering over your clothed cunt. you break the kiss and instead your lips connect with his neck, peppering small kisses on his soft skin as his fingers slip under your panties and start rubbing between your folds. “so wet, baby.” you moan at the contact and your breath on his neck sends vibrations down his whole body. ”need you, leon.” you whine as you desperately grind on his fingers for some more friction.

his fingers gather your slick and slowly rub circles on your clit before he pushes two needy fingers inside you. his fingers feel stretching after a long time and you were already a moaning mess, hips grinding down to meet his thrusts as his fingers fuck you. the tip of his fingers curve slightly, making you squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure.

he can’t handle it anymore and pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whining at the loss of contact before you realize he’s pulling his trousers down. he pulls his trousers down, lifting his hips slightly to slip them past his knees along with his boxers. his almost painfully erect cock springs free and slaps against his clothed abdomen. you settle your hips back on top of him.

your arms are still wrapped around his neck and you nuzzle leon’s chest again, letting him take control and use you, just how you wanted it. he knows you’ll let him, so he grabs his cock and starts lining himself up at your entrance. the stretch of his tip inside you makes you whimper, but you set your hips down, his cock now fully sheathed in you.

both of you sigh and moan at the contact, his hips already bucking up into you, desperate thrusts as he moans into your ear. leon was always really vocal and you loved it. you meet his thrusts and let him rut his cock into you at whatever pace he likes. ”oh fuck, baby. you feel amazing, shit.” he curses to himself, praising you while bucking his hips up.

whimpers leave your mouth as he pounds into you, you feel his tip so deep inside you, that you want to stay like this forever and ever. wanting to ease his stress as his veiny cock ruts into you. you feel every inch of him and his hands grab your hips tighter by the second. he’s helping you meet his thrusts by bringing your hips down. lustful moans erupt from both of you in union as you get closer to your orgasms.

leon’s thumb goes to rub circles on your clit again as his pace fastens up, sending you over the edge as you mumble into his ear. ”m’ gonna cum, leon!” he continues rubbing on your clit, helping you to let go ”go on, gonna cum in you so hard.” leon’s raspy voice echoes in your head as you let go, feeling yourself fall off the edge of pleasure, cumming hard on his cock,

your cunt clenches around him as he thrusts into you sloppily a few times before he pushes himself as deep into you as he can, holding your hips down on his. the grip he has on the flesh of your hips almost hurts as he cums inside you. groans and sighs leave your’s and leon’s mouths in continuance as you slowly peck kisses on his cheek.

you would do anything for him to feel better<3

[wrathofrats]

idk why but I thought you may like the idea of Aurora, when she's new to performing publicly, fears that the fans may see her as "the innocent one" or something similar due to her being Very Obviously Smol in comparison to the other ghouls, ghoulettes, and of course, Papa. Being, y'know, a demon, she instead decides she wants to be the raunchiest one on stage...

So she decides to try and sneak a flash of some kind to the crowd during a ritual and it may go a bit further than she intends :]

I hope this is ok!! I modified the request a bit bc I was having thoughts and ideas. It’s maybe a bit misogynistic, dew and Swiss really teasing Aurora over the whole innocent thing. But I am a gay woman so I’m allowed to perpetuate sexist stereotypes and if you disagree you’re also sexist. (THIS IS A JOKE) but know the banter is in good fun, they’re obv all some kind of poly bonded pack thing so auroras gucci.

Or aurora decides to throw her panties into the crowd, and things don’t exactly go her way (based on that panties on dews guitar gif you know the one)

“I’m not doing this with you right now dew” Aurora grumbles, batting his hands off of her.

Dew looks too smug. Like hes won some secret game that Aurora doesn’t know about. A mischievous glint in his eye that makes Aurora want to kick him in the balls to hopefully neuter his perpetual horniness.

It’s their own little tradition at this point in the tour. Swiss and dew and whoever else was bored would come hang out in the ghoulettes dressing room while they pinned their hair to fit neatly under their helmets and to apply the black face paint. Dew usually showed up to steal cumulus’ never ending supply of bobby pins, and swiss was there to help with smearing the paint onto everyone.

“Iighten up your highness” dew laughs, backing away from her with his hands up as if he didn’t just wrap them around her body to grab at her waist. “You’re not this prudish when you come knocking at my hotel door”

“I’m not a prude,” Aurora grumbles. Swiss and dew giggle to themselves as Aurora swipes her hands at them to make them back up from where she’s placed herself on the counter. She can feel cirrus’ glare through the mirror, directed at the two idiots that are currently still laughing among themselves.

“You’re telling me you’re not ms ‘don’t mention sex around the other ghouls! They can’t know I’ve fucked you!’” Swiss teases, his voice pitching to mock auroras. “Come on princess, I don’t know why you demand to be seen as so innocent.”

Aurora wants to scream at them to leave their dressing room already. Dew and Swiss can tend to be idiots while they’re separated, but together? Aurora isn’t sure how they manage to lose brain cells when they combine.

“I just didn’t want anyone knowing I’ve fucked you, I don’t care about anyone else”

She’s not innocent like Swiss says, is she? Sure she’s smaller, tends to be more reserved in that regard, but Aurora thinks it’s unfair to call her innocent of all terms. She could be worse sure, not tending to go as far as humping the stage or groping her bandmates like dumb and dumber, but she likes her little act. She likes her swishy cape and little dances with her tambourine, and how she twirls and -

God maybe she is a princess.

The boys continue to laugh, mostly shoving each other around at this point. Aurora can hear cirrus yell at Swiss to shut up and help her with her paint, even now lost in her own thoughts. Ideas come and go, staring at her lap and swinging her legs. She’s not innocent. She’s just as bad as the rest of them and they all know that. The fans know that too, right? She’s a demon, a fucking creature from hell.

She’s not innocent.

She hops off her perch to shove her way past dew and into the bathroom to pull her uniform bottoms off. Her idea is probably stupid, will probably get her reprimanded and placed on whatever terrible chore imperator comes up with when they get back. But the reactions from the other ghouls, especially Swiss and dew, will make it worth it.

Aurora quickly takes off her panties and pulls her uniform back up, cringing at the feeling of the rough fabric against her. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but the weird insecurity of not wearing underwear makes every sensation feel tenfold.

A 5 minute call sounds through the rooms. She grabs her underwear and hastily puts them in her pocket before running out to get in her position.

Her movements are meant to tease. Hands running over her body, jutting her hips behind her hoping Swiss will look back at her. She wants him to come on her platform, wants him to take her on the innocent act she’s been offering. She wants him to smell her through her uniform.

It’s just an extra personal part in her plan. She tries not to bounce giddily as he does notice and run behind the different set pieces to come walk up into her space. He can feel his breath on her neck as he approaches her, his all too wide smile trying to intimidate her, mock her after their conversation earlier.

Auroras lucky Swiss is good at improv, and an even better performer. Barely reacts as she shoves him to his knees. Even grabs her thighs and mock drags his tongue along her legs. Hes fucking obscene, she should’ve known the reaction she would get like this.

The real reward is the way she can see Swiss’ mouth twitch as he shoves his face right next to her cunt. He can smell her, would nose against the outline if they weren’t still performing in front of thousands of people, honestly she’s sure he’s forgotten considering the way his face turns into a snarl. Aurora is positive she will pay for this later, but for now? She couldn’t be happier.

The second phase of her plan comes once Swiss leaves. She eyes the audience carefully, eyes her bandmates to wait for the perfect opportunity. Dew turns to mess with rain, while phantom moves to mess with the audience on his side of the stage. All the ghouls are occupied, not paying attention.

Aurora pulls her panties out of her pocket, balling them in her fist so they can’t be seen through her hand. Hastily she throws them towards the crowd, praying they make it to their destination.

Whatever she prayed to however, is not listening.

They land directly next to dewdrop, right by his feet as he steps back onto them. He pulls his foot up, eyeing the black fabric in confusion. She watches in horror as he swings them around his finger, looking back at her as if he knows they’re hers,

Before hanging them on the head of his guitar. Displaying them for the whole crowd.

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 23 - Don't Hide That Smile

some cute comforting H <3 sorry for being days late my loves

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“Y/N…. Come on.” Harry pleaded. “I think that got a smile out of you, don’t hide it away!”

It did, in fact, get a smile out of her. But the absolute fail of a costume had made her very, very upset at first.

In hindsight, Y/N knew that attempting a full costume as a first sewing project was ambitious to say the least. What was supposed to be a floor length gown ended up looking like a giant tube, the seams wonky and her poor attempt of dying the fabric last minute making the fabric look like it had been a weird bleach accident. It was the night before halloween and they’d had a check in, Harry wanting to see and Y/N bursting into tears when he’d aside to see the finished product. 

To make matters worse, she had pretended she had it all under control. To a fashion student Harry. She’d wanted to impress him, but she had made a fool out of herself and told Harry she was a phony, which he quickly reassured she wasn’t and thought it was cute she wanted to impress him. When he’d asked to see it, if maybe he could help fix it, she assured him he couldn’t, but it still didn’t help when his reaction to the dress had been a wide eyed “Oh….” 

That had sent another bout of tears, making Harry panic at now being the source of them, so he tried to mend his error. 

“I didn’t mean a bad, oh!”

“I mean, I’m shocked but I wasn’t trying to be mean!” 

“It isn’t awful, please don’t cry. 

“Babe, it’s camp… no. It’s French.”

The reference to Fleabag made her crying stop for a moment, trying not to laugh. She still felt like a failure when he gently dragged her hands off of her face and tried to wipe her tears, frowning as he really didn’t like to see Y/N upset. No one would. She looked so sad and heart wrenching when she cried, her eyes rounding and the little pout- no. 

“I-It can’t be saved, Harry. I watched project runway and i thought I could do it cheaper but-but its so hard to sew on the little machine I got and-and fabric is so, so expensive!” That was a fact Harry knew firsthand. No wonder he tries to get thrifted things so often. “I thought helping my grandma when I was younger would have paid off but no. So now I look dumb, I cried in front of you and I’ve got no costume. It’s too late to go gething now, they’re all gonna suck.” She sniffled, making his heart throb when her sad look hit him. 

He couldn’t lie- the dress was bad. Awful. He didn’t know how she overestimated or cut the length so long, or why the ruffles were sewn over each other or how the bodice was crooked, but somehow she had created an atrocity. But it was abstract, if you’d want to think of it that way- and god, he needed to to calm her down. Functionally, the dress was useless, but in a matter of art, anything could be good. 

There was no way he wouldn’t be flattered that she had done this to impress him. It was beyond cute and sweet and he just wanted to squish her cheeks and kiss her little lips but he held it together. “It’s okay, sweets. You aren’t dumb, we’re all set with the crying now, and we can find you a costume. It’s totally okay. We can match…” He tried to think of what else they could be. Their original was prince and princess, but he had to think on his toes. Looking around, he prayed for inspiration and to actually be quick on his feet sometimes- and thankfully it was answered as he looked at her muted TV. 

“Pam and Jim!” he exclaimed. “Yes- you have the things to be the cat, I can do the paper shirt thing. What do you think?” 

Y/N seemed to mull it over, sniffling again as her eyes scanned Harry’s face. That had been quick, but… “That’s a good idea.” She smiled slightly, making him sag with relief. He couldn’t handle seeing her sad. “A-are you sure, though? I know it’s a downgrade from the other costume we planned. I’m sorry.” Y/N really did feel stupid about it but it really didn’t seem like Harry minded.

“Not a big deal, baby. Promise.” His hands smoothed her hair back, smiling lightly down at her. Halloween wasn’t his thing and he had agreed to go to the costume party with her so he’d made his costume, but he was sort of relieved considering his prince outfit could get a bit hot. “All that matters is we’re going to be together and ditch Niall’s as soon as we’re ready eat our body weight in sweets. I ordered that variety bag, y’know?” 

Her eyes lit up at the mention, making her nod. “Does it have Kit-Kats?” She whispered, her grin widening when he nodded back. “Okay. It sounds good to me then.” Her face plastered to Harry’s chest, body sagging in relief. The secret was out, the embarrassment was over, and now she could finally breathe again. Although.. “When he said he was going all out for the pe party.. I just really hope Niall doesn’t get one of those fog machines inside the house. You can’t breathe with that stuff on”

“About that….” Harry hissed, pretending to wince. 

“For fucks sake. Maybe we are ditching super early.” “I’ve got no problem with that.”

[erenspussy420]

twst guys who would totally let you use them as a  🍆🍆 part 2

Part 2, to using the twst boys as you’re 🍆👅. I take no criticisms on this, it’s brainrot at it’s finest.

Fem Reader insert

Everyone is 18+above.

MDNI, 18+ONLY

If anyone knows how to link posts to each other please tell me, I’m very dumb.

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Leona Kingscholar: Yeah I fucking said it, but I have a point! And so does he! And so did you with the way you promised him he can use you as he likes next time. All he had to do was let you use him and he could sit back and enjoy the show. He's taking you in his dorm room, even if the windows are wide open who the fuck is even ballsy enough to try and take a peek? No one, who still has any common sense. With that, Leona lays on a mountain of pillows, watching you drool on his cock, using your hand to make up what your mouth couldn't fit. You’re hands on his hips, bobbing your head up and down, mewling, when his hand gives you guidance to take more. Your top is gone, with your tits out free for him to enjoy earlier when you massaged his cock between them, they’re still covered in his thick white seed. He lays back with a smug look on his face, as you pleasure yourself with his dick alone. Maybe he should let you do this more often.

Neige LeBlanche: Even with his sweet and usually calm composure, his hand that holds his tea cup is shaking so bad he spilt half his tea before he could even set it down. Oh, how can you do this to sweet, innocent, doe eye Neige? Because you want to, and he usually can't say no to you even to this. Neige has to sneak out of his own dorm to yours as he shared a room with some of the dwarves, the thought of you using him urged him to sprint faster in the forest. He has to be careful ok, can’t have fans find out. Even if the idea of you, with your phone out camera rolling as you fuck Neige into the bed, both of his wrist held over his head were in your grip, and a camera pointed down on him as he begs you to go faster. He has complete trust in you, but the idea of you two on camera is thrilling. You kiss him hard, rolling your hips down on him, before telling Neige he’s going to be your toy until he’s emptied everything in you. He hopes he can make it before the first bell in the morning. Bonus: He gets his own video of you using him, he was so lucky to have his phone on silent in his dressing room, because he sure damn wasn’t silent in that video.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul's glasses cracked the second you tell him you want to use him as a dildo. He's so fucking happy no one is in the office except you two when you told him that. If he wasn't trying to stop from dying, he would admire your bravery. He's a hot mess though, so please give him time ok, he'll do it for you ok. But human form, gotta work your way up to living the tentacle dream.  With pants off, boxers shoved down, you're making yourself comfortable on his lap, grinding against his dick, as his hands dig into the armrest of his chair. The heat of your cunt on him,  grinding down on his hard dick, how badly he wants to be in you, but you won't let him yet. Then the praises for him as a dildo, from the way it stretches you out, the feeling of it throbbing and how it’s cute, is make it hard for him to swallow, especially the way you describe wanting his tentacles in you, cause the tentacle dildo back at your dorm isn't enough. He can feel his body burn up at that, you- you have a tentacle dildo at your dorm. His mind is racing before he knows it you shuffled back a bit, taking his wet cock into your hands squeezing it as the pearly white cum milks out. He's gasping, writhing in his chair. "Oh this dildo is so good, mmm I just wonder how many more can I stuff in me next time?" Fuck, he can stuff you as much as you want.

Rook Hunt: Please, please look at him and tell me he wouldn't. He would be so ecstatic at the idea of it. You don't have to even convince him, just stop him from going all out ok. Rook is a great lover, so supportive, he takes in account of all your needs and praises your courage when you two are in his room, surrounded by rose petals and nice smelling perfume in the air. He even tied himself up for you for easier access, don't ask how he did, but it's very nice of him. Gag him, please. You might want to, but you're going to miss out on him praising you to his full vocabulary. You're so beautiful in his eyes, even with sweat beading down from you, as you snap your hips down on him, taking him fully to the hilt, you're bent forward using his legs as leverage as you continue to pleasure yourself on him. He has a beautiful view of your behind, his eyes dilated at the sight of his cock coming in and out of you so smoothly, the slick of your pussy on him. Is it so bad he helps with a bit more thrusting for your pleasure? The way you're moaning as you shove your hips down wildly on him, has him pick up the pace for you. He's very glad the mirrors on the ceiling are showing the most beautiful reflection for him.

[rantahead]

This is your idea of a Hokage?

If you couldn't tell by the title, this is an anti Sarada post, keep scrolling if you're not into that

Let's begin with the outfit:

ok, so the pose is just… she looks like a wanna be prostitute. Sakura didn’t even dress this way when she was OLDER than Salad, let alone when she WAS her age.

let’s start with the heels. even Tsunade didn’t wear heels that high when she, too, was OLDER than Salad. how can she fight in those? I’m surprised she hasn’t hurt her ankles yet.

those gloves… I have nothing to say about them, they’re normal.

her miniskirt tho, ewww! she has nothing to show at the bottom, but in the Chunin Exams arc, when she stopped when Bolt was attacked, you could see her fucking underwear. it just me hard moving in that ugly ass miniskirt.

the top, oh my god. what if she had a chest? it would be revealed.

her hairstyle too. that is the most disgusting hair style in the entire series.

the glasses, oh don’t get me started. they suit Karin, but Salad, it makes her look even more disgusting and I didn’t think that was possible.

with this design, at least she’s modest (not that much tho). I still stand corrected with her hair style and glasses 🤮.

I have so many things wrong with her timeskip design.

her hairstyle is a lame copy of Bolt’s. she tried and failed.

the outfit! It’s going to fucking fall off her. I’m just waiting for her to be in battle and it to just slip down and show her chest (not that she is one) and it will only be connected at her waist and lower. it also must be uncomfortable moving with such short shorts.

the jacket is a BIG no no. it’s gonna fall off her shoulders. it also looks like a bad copy of Bolt’s jacket, like her hairstyle. she admires Bolt so much that she’s a cheap copy of him (🤢🤮).

her shoes, oh my god. they, too, look like they’re about to fall off. how can she fight in those ugly things? I can’t wait for her to be in the middle of battle, trip in those ugly heels, fall face first on the ground, and break her glasses.

she’s inappropriate (this is probably the biggest board):

there’s plenty more scenes, but I just couldn’t fit them.

she’s always hiding behind people’s backs:

there’s so many more and let alone all the ones in the anime, but I couldn’t fit anymore on there, but there’s so much more.

like, can’t she defend herself??? some Hokage she is gonna be. if she’s like this then I want Iwabe as Hokage.

her Sharingan/Mangekyou awaking was the dumbest and lamest thing in the whole Naruto universe:

she’s rude to her “friends”:

she hit Bolt and drags him and shouts at him. she ditched Mitsuki because he was Orochimaru’s son. she spent an entire arc crying for a dad, and when she got one, she was rude and mean to him. she wanted to ditch Sakura because she thought she wasn’t her mother. she was rude to Kawaki and said he should use his past to justify his actions, which is ironic consider she has done the same thing.

her personality:

don't even get me started

she's a crybaby

she thinks she's oh so good yet needs saving

Mary Sue

rude to people

underestimates her enemies and ends up needing to be saved

overestimates her abilities

constantly belittling Boruto for the tiniest things even tho he's BETTER than her

always shouting

picking fights with anyone

she's dumb

I could go on and on.

she’s such a crybaby:

she cried when she first met Sasuke and he didn’t even show any emotion, goes to show how little he cared about her. she cried when she couldn’t bring the dummy fish alive. she cried for no reason when she questioned Sasuke about her mom. and she cried for no reason when they were fighting Shin.

at this rate, she’s becoming more and more of a lame and useless girl with a boring backstory. I hate her, her looks, her personality, and her in general.

my concerns for her at that she’ll never amount to anything, she’ll go blind by 20, maybe 18, she won’t achieve her dream, she’ll become the most hated character, she will get killed off. I have so many concerns about the direction this character is going.

enjoy Salad’s real face:

[lordkingsmith]

20) l0VrB0i; a hacker gets accidentally contacted by a newly single father. After assuming said father is a porn bot, he gets propositioned. Assumes this is a trick until he ends up in england with the guy, his kid, and an entire summer of a fling and playing family ahead of him. Oops.

I had to let these keep going before I responded lol. It’s alternating pov and I don’t know whose pov I love writing more but have Neil lol.

“Mr Creely-Halsin-if you’re going to attempt to hack the school, don’t do it with a school computer.” He had to give the kid credit, it was ballsey. “Use a laptop from outside the school if you must. But really? Last day of school? For what?”

“The sniggles”

“…so I gathered the first time” he pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off a massive headache. How ‘sniggles’ had replaced lolz or shits and giggles he didn’t know, and was fairly sure this was something he didn’t want to.

“I just don’t know what they’re thinking nowadays Nex” he lamented later that night to a friend. “And I never thought I’d be out of touch but here we are.” He paused. “Am I out of touch?”

“No more than I am” Nex replied on speaker as Neil contemplated what shade of blue to go with. Electric River or Cemetery Twilight. Creative names for what was just essentially neon light blue and indigo. He wasn’t a fan of names trying to dress up something as more than it was but these were the best quality hair dyes he could get his hands on so he dealt with it.

“So I am extremely out of touch” he decided as he picked Electric River and put the other back in his bathroom mirror cupboard for the time being. “S’ppose it’s not the worst thing.” He contemplated his black hair with just the beginnings of silver at the temples critically in the mirror. “D’you think I’m hot?” He asked Nex, and for her credit she didn’t audibly express surprise.

“….Neil we are both as gay as Kellog’s worst nightmares.”

“Yea but we can window shop. Am I hot?”

“…I mean. You turn heads. People definitely want to get in your pants. Why?”

“Well…”he rubbed at his chin, still staring at himself. “I’m sending you a convo I had with a possible bot. You tell me. I gotta bleach my hair so I’ll see what you think when I’m done.”

“Sounds good.”

Later, running a hand over his scalp as he tried to figure out the box directions for the dye, Nex called him back.

“So what I’m getting is he’s maybe not real but he’s lonely.”

“Mhm”

“And allegedly a widower with a teenaged daughter who goes to a very good school.”

“Mhm”

“And has enough money to fund you spending a summer with him vacationing, sight seeing and fucking.”

“…mhm.”

“So you agreed to be the guy’s sugar baby for the summer?”

This stopped Neil up short. He stared at the worrying crack on his wall before having to get through a hoarse squawk before he could even strangle out a “maybe?”

Aka, even extremely brilliant men can be kinda dumb lol. He’s not against the idea obviously, but neither guy’s considered what this would look like

[payattentiontothescreen]

Bridgerton Rewatch S1E3 - Art of the Swoon

Hey y'all. Sorry for the delay on this one, grad school is taking over my life. Here we go!

This episode starts with Daphne’s dream sequence and I’m gonna take a second to give some love to the camera department. Beyond the cinematography (which is amazing and shouldn’t be devalued), getting those shots must have been a pain in the ass. POV shots are not easy to get, especially when they’re close-ups on a person’s face. Those close-up POVs of Simon and Daphne dancing must have taken some EFFORT and I salute the cam ops for getting it so smoothly.

We have made it to my biggest problem with this season. George Crane was on the front lines fighting in Spain. How did it not occur to ANYONE that he might be dead? Like, they immediately jumped to “actually he hates you and wants nothing to do with your child.” I’m sorry WHAT??? He’s at war and that’s the ONLY conclusion you jump to???? It bugs me a lot, in case you couldn’t tell.

Portia wants Marina to dress in the family colors. What are those colors? There is very little consistency in the Featheringtons’ wardrobes, which says a lot about their lack of cohesion as a family. But there’s pinks, greens, yellows, all kinds of colors that almost never match.

I love the parlor scenes at the Bridgerton house. They all have such good chemistry as a family. That’s a major strength of this season that the second season doesn’t have as much.

I remember watching this the first time and thinking Prince Friedrich looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t know why. Imagine how shocked I was when I realized that I was watching Adrian Chase be a Regency-era Prussian prince. Freddie Stroma is so talented, my god.

Couples that mock together, stay together. You can see that with the way Daphne and Simon are making fun of Cressida and Friedrich.

Jumping ahead a bit to the stove scene. It is so funny that titled members of society have no practical skills. This is a theme of how the class system works, even to this day. Not having basic life skills is basically a status symbol when you have a certain amount of money. They are out of touch, obviously, but Anthony and Daphne being fictional characters in a historical setting makes it easier to laugh at.

Madame Delacroix is not dumb. She definitely knows that Marina is pregnant. I think her acting in this scene with the knowing glances and everything kind of bolsters the idea that she could be Lady Whistledown. I know she isn’t but if I didn’t, I could see how she would be the main suspect further down the line.

So I’m one of those weirdos who likes knowing why shitty people are that way. I really hope we learn more about Cressida and her background in the next season. Like, beyond just entitlement, how does someone turn into…that?

We’re at the gallery now. I think it’s nice when the Bridgertons get to participate in things as a unit. Most of the plot happens during events that are exclusive to people who are out in society, which leaves Eloise (in this season), Gregory, and Hyacinth out. It’s great to see them interact with the larger world because they add so much texture to it. That being said, Gregory and Hyacinth showed up to that gallery to cause problems on PURPOSE!

I love it when Marina is bitchy to shitty old men. They deserve it.

I know that Benedict has very little regard for society but I love watching him participate in it. This is a bigger thing in the scene with him, Lady Danbury, and Henry Granville. Benedict has so much charisma but it doesn’t align with society’s rules and expectations. I can’t wait to see him take center stage.

I had a note to talk about the blocking in the scene where Daphne and Simon are alone in the gallery together but I don’t remember what my thoughts were on that. If I think of it, I’ll add it somewhere but lmk if y’all have thoughts.

Benedict getting frustrated with drawing hands is hilarious to me. I’m not an artist, I can’t draw for shit. However, from what I’ve heard from my friends who are artists, hands are notoriously difficult to draw. So Benedict beating himself up over drawing hands is the most realistic thing in this episode and it kills me.

The fight between Daphne and Eloise reveals a lot about Eloise’s main flaw. During the fight, Daphne has this line, “You never see things from my perspective,” and that’s true. Eloise never sees things from other people’s perspectives. She’s constantly on some crusade that doesn’t take into account how other people around her might be affected. I’m really looking forward to her chilling out a bit.

Simon laughing at how little mothers tell their daughters has a bit of a sinister tinge once he and Daphne get married. He exploits that, to a certain extent.

Phoebe Dynevor (I learned how to spell, wow) is such a trooper for staying in character during that sex education lesson. If Regé-Jean Page was explaining masturbation that close to my face, I’d waste the whole shoot day just cracking up.

Another queer-coded sibling smoke break. Them talking about Lady Whistledown is interesting. Eloise says that LWD has to hide her identity because she’s a woman. While this is true, it’s not the reason. Benedict responds by saying that if people knew who she was, she’d be strung up for what she said, which is the real reason. And Eloise does prove this right. I don’t know what other people think, but I’m of the opinion that, no matter when she found out, Eloise would react the same way to Penelope being LWD. The rage and hurt compounds over the two seasons, but I think it would have been there regardless.

This show really emphasizes the importance of fem pleasure, but I have so many thoughts about it that it needs to be a separate post.

Simon breaking it off with Daphne is some of the most textbook fear-of-commitment dialogue in the world. I have heard basically the same monologue from so many people in my actual life, it drives me crazy.

The entire cast is insanely talented but one thing stands out. The absolute best acting in this show is Jonathan Bailey acting straight. If you didn’t know that he’s gay, you’d never be able to guess.

So we’ve made it to the forged letter scene. I have 2 things to say about this one. First of all, Ruby Barker absolutely slays. I’ve watched this show so many times and I will always feel her pain. It’s so powerful. The other thing, Lady Featherington has a bit of a projection problem. She has such a miserable marriage that she can’t fathom that George might truly love Marina. Also, again, jumping straight to dismissal instead of being killed in action. I can’t believe I’m defending men right now but, especially in this universe, jumping straight to abandonment seems like projecting more than an actual conclusion.

I’m gonna condense my last few notes into one bullet because they’re all about the ball at the end of the episode. Daphne comes into the ballroom with a face card that never declines, everybody’s staring at her, classic. The way I interpret Friedrich’s behavior in this scene boils down to he was never actually interested in Cressida. I don’t know, something about this whole thing just makes me feel like Cressida was a pretty convenience. The other thing is Simon. Obviously, Simon gets crazy jealous and dips, but there’s something about the shot of the dance floor as he leaves that I never noticed. Penelope watches Simon leave. Not only that, Penelope is the ONLY ONE who watches him leave while everyone else watches the dancing. If that’s not a hint that she’s LWD, I don’t know what is. 

Managed to get everything into one part this time. There might be a gap in posting again but I will do my best to get through the whole series before season 3 comes out.

Hope you're having a good day <3

[juicezone]

ooough perhaps 456 and/or 457? -aerie

... >:) both 456: Regressor thinks that babyspace is the “only right way to regress” so they pretend to be baby until their Caregiver picks up on how much they hate coddling and being treated like they’re that small so they give them some space and Regressor finds out they’re hardly ever a baby AND 457: and maybe the opposite of that, Caregiver said something passively about how they feel bad about not being there for baby regressors 24/7, so Regressor pretends to be older than they are so Caregiver doesn’t have to look after them as closely but really they’re just a baby baby baby

Ward tried to resist to urge to squirm. He really did! He was pretty comfortable (he'd refused the onesies before, so he was in a pair of feetie pajamas, which were okay. The pattern was kinda dumb- abc blocks but that was right for babies), so it wasn't that he wasn't comfortable. Plus, he was laying on a blanket while Len sat on the couch and was reading something on his PADD, so really not a comfort problem.

Ward was bored. He'd been sitting here for about ten minutes, and he was already losing interest in the blocks Len had put in front of him. They were the little soft foam cubes- they at least had different cloud designs on them- but they were so... boring.

Ward rolled over on his back, grumbling to himself. The action wasn't missed by Bones, and the caregiver put down the PADD to glance over at Ward.

"You alright there? Feeling a little fussy?" Len asked softly, which only made Ward grumble louder. When no further answer came, the caregiver tried again, "You hungry? I can cut up some fruit, feed you a snack-"

"I don' want a snack!" Ward interrupted, sitting up with a scowl. The idea of sitting there while getting fed stupid banana slices was- was stupid! When Bones reached down, Ward smacked his hand away.

"Hey. We don't hit, Ward. You know that," It was a gentle warning but Ward huffed in response. "You want to tell me what's gotten ants in your pants?"

When he smacked away Bones' hand again, that was that. Bones hauled Ward up to his feet, firmly but gently marching him over to the recliner and sitting him there.

"Alright. You're taking a break until you're ready to either tell me what's up or you're ready to work with me to find what's up." Bones said firmly, placing Gale on the side table. Ward slumped in the chair and kept up the scowl. He kept it up for almost ten minutes, until he started getting squirmy again.

"...Len?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

"...I don't like when you treat me like a baby. Um- I mean- I don't think I like when- I don't-" Ward fumbled with his words. He didn't want to make it seem like it was the caregiver's fault, but-

"You don't think you regress that little, do you buddy?" Bones offered helpfully and Ward nodded thankfully. He scrambled over when the doctor pat the seat on the couch next to him.

"I um- I don't want you to leave me alone, but I can do stuff on my own, like I can get dressed and stuff."

"I hear you, kid. Tell you what- next few times I'm here with you, I'll follow your lead all the way. Won't interrupt unless you ask me or unless you're doing something really unsafe. We'll talk when you're big too, see if we can't find a better range. How's that sound?"

"Good, Len. Like that."

---

Cooper took a deep breath, trying to settle his stomach. It was twisting anxiously- had been, ever since he'd overheard McCoy talking with Ward.

"Y'know, sometimes I'm glad you're pretty independent, kiddo. Felt bad when we both thought you regressed smaller, since I didn't have as much free time."

"Yeah, now you spend that free time chasing after me doing seven-year old silly things instead of baby silly things."

"Brat."

He'd turned down any offers to spend time with Ward while the scientist was regressed, any offers from McCoy for the doctor to come over and spend some time with him, with or without Ward.

This time though, he was ready. He could act older, could be on Ward's level. He'd spend enough time being his own caregiver when regressed anyway- he knew how to be independent. So even though he very much wanted to say yes, he turned down the offer from McCoy to help him into his pajamas. He chose a t-shirt and sweatpants, ignoring the soft green onesie that practically stared back at him.

It was fine, anyway. He could make his own bottles if he wanted them (even if some silly part of him did think they were better when McCoy made them), he could put himself to bed.

He didn't need, he didn't need, he didn't need.

Then, he caught a bug. He didn't need McCoy for that either, though Ward insisted on getting him. He didn't need McCoy to stay overnight either, though the caregiver insisted on staying.

"Hey there, sweetpea, how ya feelin'? Want me to get you anything?" McCoy's voice was soft, and the way his hand ran through Cooper's sweaty hair was even softer. Cooper shook his head and pulled away, burying his face in the pillow.

"...Don' need nothin'."

"Yeah? Feels like you haven't needed anything, lately. You wanna talk about that?"

Cooper shook his head again and kept his face buried in the pillow. He wanted to whimper when Bones pulled his hand away and stepped away, but swallowed it down. Good. He didn't need the caregiver anyway. He didn't-

"Here, let's see if this helps." Bones had come back and was gently pulling the engineer up. There was no doubt that he'd regressed, but he was "big", not a baby. He started to put a cool cloth to Cooper's forehead but stopped as soon as he saw the tears welling up

"Oh, darlin', I wish you'd talk to me. What's wrong? Are you feeling sicker?" The concern in the caregiver's voice was clear, rising when Cooper sniffled.

"M-mmm, I d-don' ne-need, 'c-coz I don' wan b-be too much," Cooper hiccuped, letting McCoy's hand wipe away at his cheeks.

"What makes you think you're too much, baby? You know I love lookin' after you an Ward."

"Y-You said th-tha' you don' haf- haf free t-time, an'-"

"Oh, baby, no no, c'mere, baby," Bones immediately pulled Cooper closer, shushing the regressor when he quietly whined, "No, baby, you're just fine. Is that why you've been telling me you don't need my help?" When Cooper gave a tiny nod in response, McCoy somehow tucked the little one closer. "Let's talk later, when you're feeling better, okay? Right now, I got a sick little baby who needs me, okay? C'mon, I'll get Ward to make you up something to drink. You come sleep in bed with me, a'ight?"

The rest of McCoy's words slipped into a mumbled haze as Cooper stopped listening, just sniffling and whimpering into McCoy's shoulder as McCoy somehow made enough room in the bed for both of them. He curled into McCoy's side, keeping his face hidden. When his head was coaxed up just enough to let McCoy slip the nib of a bottle in, Cooper finally let himself relax a bit.

"There we go, sweetheart. Poor baby..." McCoy's soft words faded out into white noise as Cooper eventually drifted into a doze.

[noxexistant]

thoughts on uksies sprace, very hyperfixed on them right now

- mystery anon

uksies sprace are FANTASTIC

uk spot is brash and loud and involved, she dresses plainly but makes herself known when she’s in the room, she’s not as much cold-scary as broadway spot as she is aggressive-scary. when jack scabs, she has to be held back by one of her girls from absolutely wrecking him. race is rough and edgy and constantly fighting to be heard, he dresses noticeably fancier than all the other newsies - he has a dang pocket square. he smokes his cigars casually, and he’s physical when he argues - especially with jack - but he’s equally physical when he’s showing affection.

last time i saw the show, during once and for all, race and spot were crouched beside each other when everyone’s crouched with their lanterns, only really looking at each other, faced towards each other close enough that they could lean in and bump their foreheads. when the strike is won, they chest bumped - spot all but threw herself into it, and race seemed all too happy to throw himself right back.

the two of them absolutely have the energy of race having the biggest crush on spot for as long as he knows her but having no idea how to approach it. and spot…sort of knows (maybe needs her girls to help her know) but, regardless, she is absolutely not down for it. race’s interest is pointless at best and destructive at worst, spot can’t risk borough politics getting influenced by some dumb manhattan lieutenant falling over his own feet because he saw a girl. so she ignores all his flirting and teasing with her usual manners, scoffs at him, gives as good as she gets but never lets him get any ideas.

but then, during the strike, she actually gets to know race better than this marginally tense relationship they had before, usually marked by race being painfully awkward in his usual charming attempts when they crossed paths around brooklyn - and, okay, sure, maybe spot has been going to sheepshead more than she used to - but suddenly they’re actually interacting on common ground. and race is serious, focused, devoted, not half-playfully flirting or the worse alternative of trying very hard not to. he does, however, make some dumb joke while they’re working in the basement getting the banners printed, and it makes spot shamelessly snort - loud enough that ritz hushes her - and race knows he’s screwed. she’s so beautiful, screwing her nose up as she laughs, covered in mud and ink and bruises.

but spot’s screwed too. race is handsome and charming in how utterly not-charming he is, and he tells stupid jokes and his breath smells like cigar smoke and he kind of smells like cologne. he’s got his sleeves rolled up as he works, cigar tucked into his pocket. spot knows she likes him far too much in the moment she sees him walk over to jack and do their forearm-cross move that falls into the tight hug of two brothers.

and spot is unquestionably the one who makes the first move. and every first move subsequent to that. she knows full well that race would never.

they kiss for the first time when he keeps staring wistfully at her lips like it’s forbidden fruit or something, chewing on his own bottom lip. the street is empty, they’re wandering around late after a day of selling, so she just rolls her eyes and grabs him and kisses him hard. then kisses him again, softer. and he tastes like cigar smoke too - and his cheeks are all flushed when she pulls away. he definitely smells like cologne, something fancy he stole from someone.

she’s screwed.

she kisses him again. and starts laughing when he does - this dizzy sort of giggle like he can’t believe what they’re doing - and snorts against his lips. they’re both dumb lovestruck messes when they get back to their respective lodging houses.

[maybege]

I was listening to Cursed and thought hmmm perhaps I check on Miss May and oh ho ho ! You’d answered my frozen pines ask!

Ok the scene in princess diaries 2 with Joe and the evil dude I don’t remember his name is SUCH inspo for this. It’s giving young Queen Clarisse and Joe (I’m ignoring the movie’s canon timeline here but anyway)

Young beautiful powerful woman and her grimy mysterious and vaguely threatening head of security/advisor.

Immaculate vibes.

Idk if any of this makes sense but the tropes in the princess diaries movie esp the second one are so good and this little idea of yours is SO good. I love vaguely royal AUs for the Drama (the Leslie Knope gif you know the one). The tension! The yearning! The court rumors (eye emoji here bc this app is being dumb

Anyway hope you feel better soon that’s enough brainrot for now

-💛

THE COURT RUMOURS YESSSS

Everybody thinks things but they’re too afraid of Boba to say it because they know if they offend the Princess, it’s him they have to deal with. 👀 And he would rock that black leather jacket look so well, I just know it 😭

Everywhere she goes with her prettiest dresses (we’re all thinking Teuta Matoshu, right?) and her sunshine smile, followed by Boba in all black somewhere in her entourage and she just knows that everywhere she goes, whenever she may need him, Boba will be right there beside her, supporting her. 🥺

And maybe one such instance of support comes after a low key blind date with a suitor from another kingdom. It’s in a restaurant somewhere and while the two of them have their own little table, each of their entourage is seated on their own table as well, observing how the two royals get along. Boba is barely touching his food, less happy to speak than usual, and just glares daggers at the guy whenever you look unhappy.

An hour later, he follows you through gardens while you’re crying your eyes out, having a whole existential crisis about how “is this going to be my life, boba? Listening to an arrogant man trying to explain the world to me?” and before he knows it, your in his arms, crying into his chest and whispering about how you wish he could always be there with you. 🥺😭 (And in that moment, Boba vows to himself that he always will - in whatever capacity you accept him)

[welcometojackass2022]

love when he simps for me in very subtle ways. one night I was messing around with his fingers and playing with his hands and I made a passing remark about painting his fingernails and he INSTANTLY was like “you could if you wanted to” while making full eye contact even though he’s never worn anything like that and dresses VERY casually. The night I got close to his face to look at his eyes he immediately got all flustered and giggly even though it was his idea. That same night, he was showing me something on his phone and I accidentally touched his hands while I was trying to hold the phone and he let his hands linger there for like 20 seconds before pulling away. We go out ANYWHERE together and this man who is SO smart and usually SO casually confident will say or do something so dumb when ordering food or asking for directions and then subtly peek over his shoulder to make sure I didn’t notice (sorry sweetie, I DID see you try to insert your debit card into the chip reader on the side without a chip).

Anytime we hang out together he stares at me the whole time, and when we randomly see each other around campus he immediately stops to talk to me even though he’s usually in a rush and he gets this big goofy grin and doesn’t take his eyes off me for a single second while we talk and then keeps looking back to add more to the conversation even while I’m walking away. He gets more visibly nervous around me than anyone else I’ve ever seen. If I mention a preference I have (not liking certain cars, not liking men who use 5-in-1) he’ll immediately ask for clarification to see if he fits my preference or not, and once took me over to his car and gave me a full tour and asked what I thought in terms of “vibes”. He laughs louder at my jokes than anyone else even though half the time they’re not that funny, and he tries to make me laugh so much even though when I met him he wasn’t particularly funny or comedic. He stands very close to me when we talk and isn’t afraid to talk loudly, like he doesn’t care if everyone hears the way we talk to each other.

Whenever we hug, he puts down whatever he’s holding and hugs me SO tight, and if he’s the one initiating it he asks for permission first. He always lingers at the end of conversations and never lets me go without saying goodnight. Once I caught him staring at me with a smile on his face for like 15 seconds when he thought I couldn’t see him. I wear a skirt and he short-circuits and acts even more nervous than usual. He asks me about insects a lot even though he doesn’t like them because he knows I love them and love to talk about them, and he points them out whenever he sees them so I can go over and look. He once told me he thought I was an entomologist at heart and it was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said :) he always asks me how my day is going and actually wants to know, and he remembers literally EVERY detail I have ever told him, even old stories. He gets excited to show that he remembers this stuff too. He wants me to know he remembers.

He also rearranges his extremely busy schedule for me in a way he never does for anyone else. He’ll have a meeting or a class he REALLY needs to get but will stop to talk to me for so long that I have to TELL him to go so he won’t be late and get in trouble. He usually goes to bed quite early and has early classes but has hung out with me until 1am completely of his own volition just because he wanted to. He barely ever has free time cuz he’s always working or studying or at meetings but if I ask him to get dinner with me he drops everything to come, even if I tell him it’s fine if he’s too busy, and whenever he has to reschedule, he always reschedules for the very next day cuz he genuinely wants to see me. He doesn’t have social media and doesn’t like texting much but tries to respond to my texts right away, even when he’s busy, and always at least leaves a heart on my text if he can’t do anything else. If anything good happens in his life, he immediately tells me about it. Anything bad? Still immediately tells me about it. I’ve never had a boy confide in me this much, it’s so fucking sweet.

Also he gets so concerned about my health and safety that it’s actually adorable. I lost my pepper spray and he made me take his before I left his apartment. If I don’t eat much when we’re out he gets concerned and asks me to try and eat a little more. He’s told me straight up he wants me to cause as much pain as possible to any guy that tries to assault me. He sent me pictures of his adorable dogs to make me feel better when I got sick over the summer, and sends me dog pics in general cuz he knows I love his dogs. And when I got to meet them he was so sweet and was showing me all their favorite toys and kept telling them to be gentle with me in the cutest voice EVER and got a cute picture of me with one of his dogs in his lap and it was the first picture he’s taken of me and I KNOW he kept it :)))

Also the other night we hung out in a public space til 1am and had SO MANY people pass by us and yell about how cute we were or ask if we were on a date and he never denied it or got mad, just giggled and got flustered like I did. Fuck I love this boy. This cannot be platonic, right??? He’s gotta like me too, right??

[hotsexydorks]

😈 Generic Plot Ideas 😈

Generic | Incest | Cheating/Cuck | Hypno  

He called it community service. They called him Glory Hole Whore.

“Shit! Sorry Coach! I didn’t think anyone was here..” “Don’t worry about that, why don’t you come join me, nothing about a shower between men.”

“Think he’ll notice?”  “Bro that slut? He’s been eyeing up your bulge since you walked in the door.”

“What did I say? If I find you near my daughter one more time. I'd show you what happens when real men are in charge.” 

“So still want to complain about me and my guys moving into your apartment complex? Me and my boys can leave and find somewhere else to live …. no? That’s what I thought.” 

“This one's good boys, come on in!! Hope you guys like parties, cause you’re about to be the center of one.”

Turns out you didn’t need to do anything to turn your arrogant boss into cock hungry slut. He already was one, all you needed to do was drop your pants. The boss had a reputation for ‘guiding’ the young new interns.

“You’d do anything for that promotion eh?” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll use a condom…not.”

“Told ya I used a condom… never said it had to stay on.”  

“You don’t need to be ashamed here son, the team locker room should be a place you can be to feel free. Now why don’t you drop that towel.”

Your pledge night task tonight determines if you’re sorted into either the cock hungry frat or join the Alpha stud brotherhood.

“What do you say, partner? Want to make this stakeout a little more lively?”

Doctor Smith was great for house visits, he always had the best remedy for your morning afflictions

Coach always loves when he gets progression pics from his athletes. This wasn’t any exception

“ALRIGHT MEN! Listen up. We’ve got new management. As you know the company has been bought by a larger global conglomerate, and with this will come some changes. First! Uniforms. Please look at Brent over here as our example. Secondly, following the new uniform policies all employees will be sorted into new jobs and assignments.”

When your neighbours asked if you could look after their sick son for the day you were happy to oblige. You knew just what the patient.slut needed.

“Come now Mr.Carson. Your rich parents are paying for you to raise your grades from these extra lessons. The least you could do is read some of the book while you’re down there.”

“Hey dude, could you help me? Think anyone will notice I’m freeballin today?”

You were so glad when your mother suggested that the family hire a pool boy for the summer, she just didn’t know how much fun the pool would bring you.

Those clothes, that mirror, the phone, that school bag. Looks like mister popular quarterback had a few secrets of his own. What would he think once he knew that he has been lusting after his teacher’s tasty cock for the last week. Only one way to find out, Friday night’s game couldn’t come quick enough.

“So I heard that you gay guys make the best cock suckers. Since we’re going to be roommates this year why don’t we start off things right and see if that myth is true or not.”

“This is how you nail a job interview”

“I told you before, boy, if you fail at that competition, there will be consequences. And don’t think you’ll be finished once Principal Martin is done. The entirety of the staff and school board are next.”

“Where do you think you’re going slut, you don’t get to hide. I want you looking into these cameras, we’re going to make sure you really make an impression with those scholarship reviewers.”

“Remember, you might be the straight married conservative senator now but, you’ll always be that little cop cock slut.”

“Working from home is great, all your own food, your own music and your very own cock sucker during meetings.” 

“Step one - tell your straight guy friends that gay guys do it better.   Step two - work them up until their so horny they’re dumb and curious Step three - Reap all the hard cocks.”

“Time to get dressed for work as the office sissy. Fitted shirt, nice tie and my tiny thong. Check.”

“Hey Fag, my food’s here, you know what that means! Time for you to enjoy your meal of my cock. On your knees while I eat bitch.”

Coach started giving us these specialised protein blends for our workouts. Now my ass is too big for my pants.

“You want to be on the team fag? We’ve got the perfect position for you, now open up. You’re going to be our new ball boy.”

[luv-loo]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!

I’m looking at the new cast for Total Drama and I LOVE THEM !! I know I’m late BUT WHO CARES

All my thoughts and feelings under the cut, as well as a lot of shit talking/posting.

Group 1

Priya - Her design is simple, like most of the this cast, but I really do believe they look good ! THESE ARE TEENAGERS. Anyway, she probably has one of my favourite designs, I love the blues <3. I don’t have much theory on her personality, but I’m thinking in between the lines of smart/shy or direct/nervous (smart-mouth but doesn’t say much to peoples faces). She’s definitely gonna be one of the ones I’m looking forward to the most !

Millie - She’s giving country/small town vibes from her outfit, which I do love ! She’s going to be the girl that’s going to encourage her team, I think. Not to much else to say, but I do think she looks great ! Actually, I do have one more thing, I think she’ll be one of the people to get a love interest, which if she does I really hope it’s cute ^^

Ripper - Bet he’s going to be one of my faves, but I also think his character could go two ways: 1, being one of the main comic relief characters (ie, slipping up a lot, but I don’t think he’ll be dumb) or 2, the laid back go along guy. He’ll help in challenges and be a good member of the team, but I think he won’t become in charge in most of them. With my limited knowledge of baseball, I do think he’s “backstory” or sorts will be that he enjoys it, mainly because of how he dresses. Out all of them, he’s 1 or 2 characters that I think I will love.

Damien - He looks badass. Definitely going to be a level headed camp member, and call out Chris on his bullshit. I think he’ll be the one that everyone likes, but not to many favourites. I mean, his design is so COOL. The colours are sending me <333

Axel - I really hope she isn’t, but I think Axel will be the antagonist, but she’s so cool looking lol. Imagine if she’s first induced in a typical mean way, like Heather, but than during challenges and just hang out time she’s one of the nicest campers. She helps out, chats to people and actually being a good team player. But people are skeptical of her because she has the ULTIMATE resting butch face. I love this idea but I don’t think it’ll turn out that way, but I can wish and dream. But she’s still badass looking.

Chase - Fuckboy. No, wait, but in all honesty he’s probably gonna be part of one of the main couple of this season, he radiates that energy. Nice Guy TM, but that one nice guy that most people like. He looks like he’s wearing some type of one piece underneath his jumper, or he just really likes yellow, but I think he’ll be some type of dancer, which would be pretty cool. But I’m betting he’s the token nice guy.

Zee - My guy needs to work on their posture, like is their back alright ??? Beside from that joke, they looks pretty chill. ~Good Vibes~ I also think they’re going to be non-binary, but I’m not 100% sure what the creators have said on this topic, but than again they could be just some chill dude. I’m not sure what roll he’ll play, but I can see them just talking to someone slouch down but when they get angry Zee gets to their full height and towers over that person Lol. That would be really funny.

Scary Girl - The goth, crazy bitch & everyone’s favourite girl rapped in a gift with two pigtail ribbons. I’m just kidding, but she does look pretty bloody cool/cute. She’ll be the sike out villain, but I think she’ll be just some crazy goth chick and I’m LIVING for it ! But, does she not have a name ?? I’m excited to know that backstory and reveal of her name. Her outfit is so bloody cute, I can’t get over it ! But I bet she’s the character to randomly walk out of shadows.

Group 2

Caleb - Dat ass 😩 but, I think he’ll be the hottie for the season that all the girls flock over, plus Bowie tbh. I don’t have much else to say than I had one look at him and completely forgot he was a character. He isn’t doing much for me, but I think I won’t dislike him, Caleb has a cool design so I’m excited.

Nichelle - SHE ! Nichelle has such a good design, my artist brain is electrocuted with how her hair is LMAO. She just looks so cool ! The colours are everything !! I can’t tell what her personality/roll will be but I’m betting on the more “popular” side, but I’m not going to say mean because she doesn’t exactly seem that way.

Julia - Unpopular Opinion: I really like Julia & Emma’s designs, I think they look really cute ! My favourite part about Julia atm is her hair/eye shape, they give off more bitch energy but I still really like her <3 the colours are really nice as well, plain but simple and you gotta love plain stuff. She’s coming off as sly/smart tbh.

Bowie - DAT ASS 😩 I’m sorry but I can’t help but look at his triangle point LMAO. Anyway, I think they’re supposed to be one of the new gay characters (I’m using they/them because idk if their just feminine gay or not, if that makes sense). ANYWAY, I like their design, it’s cute, it’s classic it’s colourful ! Their chin is giving me shittly done dot-to-dot but hey, it’ll grow on me. I’m more nervous to see if they have a higher voice, like with my fear if most female voices (I have very sensitive ears and they are pretty bad to high voices, I can barely listen to family with high voices with out cringing), but overall I like them, but they won’t probably be on my top 5 fave list.

Wayne - Nervous, hockey looking-ass, that I’ll be very mad if he leaves early. I like his hat and hair tbh, idk why but I do. I also love his chunky looking shoes. Obviously he gonna be part of a bff pair, but I hope they aren’t like Katie & Sadie where they are nearly carbon copies of each other, but they don’t look like it, so that’s a good start. Bet he’s the more rational friend due to how he looks nervous, probably was asked to audition by his buddy RAJ.

RAJ - Highschool Ray William Johnson is that you ? LMAO, that’s the first thing I thought of seeing his design, next was, “Oh, he’s gonna be the trouble maker”. He looks like he’s going to be in the category “Dumb: Goes first into danger” but he also seems neutral ? Idk. I think he’s cool and I like the hair for some reason (hairs my favourite thing about drawing so of course I like it on these characters lol).

Emma - She looks so cute ! She has a similar body shape to me and idk it makes me very happy !! Her outfit is killing me with cuteness. She’s probably gonna be kind of like Beth, the awkward teen or I really hope she’s a twist with having a sweet personality most of the time but when she needs to she can be RUTHLESS ! Idk, I love her though.

MK - I LOVE HER. ALREADY MY FAVOURITE. She’s so bloody cute ! Her beanie, her outfit, THE COLOURS ??? I love her. I want her to be the final girl PLEASE. I want her to be chill, smart, fun, and idk not a dick ??? I just love her design a whole fucking lot. Her, along with Ripper, Axel & Wayne are going to be who I look at the most !

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I’m so excited for my comfort series to come back <333 I NEED IT, but HBO isn’t really an Australian thing, so I’m joking everyone in pirating until they make it available here lol.