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kkusuka · 3 years

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We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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[part -1 or whatever]

⚰️Damiano X reader [original 2parts here- but all of that takes place AFTER this]

🔥NSFW🔥 possibly the least safe for work thing on this entire hellsite. the most depraved pornographic shit ever!

° Damiano David & female reader insert

🎧 HOT VAMP SHIT playlist to add to your reading experience🦇

° THIS ISNT A CONTINUATION FROM THE ENDING OF PART2, THIS IS JUST MORE VAMPIRE FILTH FOR YOU BLOODTHIRSTY THOTTIES, BASED AT THE BEGINNING OF VAMP DAMIS SETUP WITH THE HEROINE

° you & vampire-rockstar-hybrid-heartbreaker Damiano have a strange arrangement...

wordcount: 5,224

° this was all originally prompted by @superchrystaldrug - thankyou for being thebest cellmate ever! 💋 this is for all of yall who blew my notifications tf up when that bloodsplattered måneskin dropped. i know i repeatedly said nomore of this fic- but its halloween & i have a blood kink so enjoy another serving of depraved demonic filth

"You don't have to ever see me again, if you don't want to. The choice is yours…"

That was the last thing Damiano had said to you as you were on your way out of his hotel room - leaving the vampire's company after a reality-shifting night.

You had thought about that moment all month long. Had your feet properly returned to the ground after his supernatural feasting? You hadn't removed his phone number from your list of contacts.

When you looked between your feet on the bathroom floor and saw the build-up of menstrual blood - he was the first thought that occurred to you. It was such a vivid memory, the image of him with your blood on his chin coming through as clearly as if you were looking at a photo.

You licked your lips and picked your phone up from the edge of the vanity. You hesitated, backspacing and replacing words almost as quickly as you were writing them. You would be inviting a bloodthirsty demon back into your life, what was to say he wasn't going to snap and kill you this time?

Hello, sir. It's been a month.

That was the best you could manage, you weren’t even certain that he would respond. You were supposed to be concentrating on this, your second date with Augustin. A movie night at his house and it had been going just fine - he was cute, he was a sane option, he smelt nice and he owned a cute dog.

But finding the arrival of your period derailed any niceties you may have shared with him. It would have been impossible to stop thinking about Damiano. There was a text message waiting to be read, after you had washed your hands and it was from the famous singer.

A whole month of salivating at the memory of you. Do you have something more for me to drink?

You looked up, checking the security of the locked bathroom door. You were grinning as you looked back to your phone, beginning to type your response as you felt your heart pounding. Yeah, I just started and it got me wondering if you might be hungry?

Eternal hunger goes with the job title babe. Where can I meet you?

My place?

If you’re comfortable with having me there.

Yeah, it’s nothing special. But I have some sheets that you could ruin.

You provided him with your address and accepted that there wasn’t any going back now. You could feel a new heat in your cheeks as you opened the door, considering what kind of lie you would tell to get yourself out of the rest of this date as quickly as possible. You didn’t care if you never saw Augustin ever again - you wouldn’t be upset to never see anyone beyond Damiano ever again.

The puppy was waiting on the other side of the door, her ears going back at the sight of you. You affixed a concerned look to your face and set off for the lounge room. Augustin was instead in the kitchen, tidying up the mess created during the process of making dinner for you.

"Hey, is there something wrong?" He asked.

"Yeah, actually- I have to go, my sister just messaged me and I gotta go. It's nothing terrible, like, not an accident or anything life-threatening. It's stupid but she's trying to break up with her really shitty boyfriend and she's just sent me the ghost emoji and that's, like, our code for when we wanna get out of a situation." You said, making an exaggerated sigh. "I'm sorry, I just wouldn't be able to concentrate on the rest of the movie."

"No, no, of course." He said. "I just- you've never mentioned that you have a sister."

You cleared your throat, grabbing your handbag. “Oh, I hadn’t? Yeah, just the one sister, just me and her, Paulina.” You kept talking, in an effort to keep him from asking any questions - questions that could dismantle this lie. “She’s a couple of years younger, so I’m very, like, mama bear with her. And this guy, ugh, he’s been bad news since the start.”

“Right, moral support- I get that.” He said, walking with you to the door. “She’s lucky to have a sister like you.”

You smiled awkwardly. “I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, I had a really great time.”

“Me too.” You said, somewhat intimidated by the authenticity in his words and when you turned to him, you saw that he was looking at you without a single trace of suspicion. “You’re a great cook.”

“Thanks, we’ll finish the movie another night?”

“Totally.”

You were standing right beside the front door, mere feet from this pleasant date being over. But you felt it would be rude to leave with no more than a couple of kind words.

You started to move in closer to the firefighter, even though you currently felt absolutely nothing for him. You were reminded of the formal handshake at the end of a job interview.

But his lips were soft and he didn’t try to sneak his tongue into your mouth. Even where he placed his hands during the kiss was so polite, so respectful - he held your forearm lightly.

You pulled back and smiled at him. “Well, thanks for having me.”

“Have a good night.” He said as you opened the door.

Your phone was immediately in your hand, the awaiting message from Damiano was already opened before you had stepped into the elevator to leave Augustin’s floor. If he was waiting on the opposite side of the hallway, to wave goodbye, you didn’t notice him.

I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.

--- --- ---

You had been pacing around your apartment far too anxious, too excited to settle anywhere. Upon immediately arriving home, you had tucked away the more embarrassing aspects of your life. You had touched up your makeup and thoroughly brushed your hair while you waited for Damiano to arrive.

After buzzing him into the building, you had taken to checking how your lipstick looked. You were satisfied that there wasn’t any of the deep purple on your lips and ready to turn away from the mirror.

Then you heard his knock at the door and your heart leapt into your throat. There wasn’t any possibility of playing it cool, instead you were rushing to the door straight away. Your body was experiencing a magnetic pull and you had to get to him as fast as possible.

He was just as alluring as you remembered - even in the unflattering lighting of your building’s hallway. He was dressed in a leather jacket, worn over a cream-coloured lace shirt. Ornate earrings dangled from each lobe, smudged eyeliner beneath his eyes and a crooked smile on his lips.

“Buonasera cara.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “Hi, please come in.”

“I’m so glad you messaged.” He said, taking your hand in his as he stepped over the threshold.

You shut the door and fixed the three locks into place. “Me too.”

“Do you have any roommates?” He took some steps into your apartment, taking an assessment of his surroundings.

“No.” You said and he turned around to face you, grinning. “It’s just me.”

“Perfect, ‘cause I don’t want anyone interrupting.”

You felt yourself becoming mesmerized by his eyes. “Did you want me to, like, give you the tour?”

He shook his head and you were pleased to do away with the formality of being a good host to this first-time guest. “No, that won’t be necessary, darling. Just take me to your bedroom, or whichever room you like best for getting fucked in.”

You nodded, feeling a tremor run through your entire body. You started to lead him into your bedroom. As soon as you entered the room, he grabbed you, spinning you around to face him. With your chest pressed to his, you looked up into his dark eyes.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about you all month long.” He said and you immediately believed him. “You are the best thing I have ever had the pleasure to eat. The few times that I’ve fed since you- they couldn’t even hope to hold a candle to your taste.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he ran his thumb over your lips, caressing and probably removing the makeup you had so carefully applied there. “Wow.”

“I’ve been alive for more than one hundred years, I’ve tasted actual royalty, but you, yours is the best taste.”

“Thank you.” You felt slightly weak, grateful for his arms around you, which kept you from tumbling to the ground.

“No, thank you for allowing me to drink from this gorgeous body again.”

His lips met yours without a hint of shyness - there wasn’t a single second wasted on being respectful or polite.

He moved too fast and the next thing you knew, you were flat on your back, joints shivering. He had shed his jacket and when you looked up, you could see that his fangs had extended. The way his eyes took in every inch of your body, it was so overwhelmingly predatory. You could feel the intensity of his stare spreading heat throughout your body, he didn’t ever have to touch you.

After removing his shirt, he approached the end of your bed. He bent down, pulling at the cotton shorts you usually wore to bed. His eyes fixed onto your crotch, but he made no moves to remove your underwear. Instead he began to crawl his way up your body.

“How do you feel, baby?” He asked, his hands going to the hem of your tank top. “I would have brought you a gift, it’s not very good manners to visit someone for the first time without bringing a gift. But I was just in such a rush to get here. Please don’t think any less of me because of this.”

You smiled, lifting your arms above your head so that he could remove your shirt. “That’s okay, you’re gonna give me a pretty excellent gift in the form of an orgasm, I’d say.”

He paused, looking at you with his brow furrowed in confusion. "An orgasm, as in, one? Give me a little more credit here, honey. I can give you far more than one." You felt your cheeks flame as he removed your shirt, tossing it aside. "If you're up for it, of course…"

Your wrists were held above your head, one of his hands holding them crossed over one another. "Yeah, I am."

He was smiling as he kissed you, one hand on the side of your face and the weight of his body resting on yours. You wrapped your leg around his waist, pulling him in tighter because, after a month of waiting, you couldn't stand for there to be any separation between your bodies.

His tongue caressed at your lip and you opened your mouth for him. His tongue glided in, making you draw in an excited, sharp breath. You were instantly so invested, feeling a heat blooming in your stomach as the reactions started to come from every part of your body. His tongue massaged at the roof of your mouth and you couldn't hold back a dreamy moan.

You felt your insides melting as he moved his hand slowly down your body. His movements betrayed nothing of the unquenchable thirst that had brought him so quickly to your door. He wasn't racing to the pre-agreed upon conclusion, instead he was taking his time to familiarise himself with every bit of you.

His fingers graced the skin still hidden beneath your underwear and you pushed your body up into him, so eager, so needing to feel more of his touch. He reached lower, feeling more of your pubic mound. You whined against his mouth when he swiped across your clitoris, which was already feeling so very sensitive.

His lingering stopped and he was quickly pushing down to your slit. You heard the moisture that greeted him here, feeling a flicker of shame over what your body was offering to him. His fingers were dancing over the area where you needed him most, teasing your arousal that was desperate for his attention.

It didn't take long for him to gather enough moisture to satisfy his current curiosity and soon he was pulling his hand out of your panties. He moved away from your kisses and your eyes instantly flashed open at the sound of his heavy moans, coming from deep in his throat.

He was sucking on his fingers and you could feel his dick twitching against your body, even though it was still captured within his pants. His eyes were shut as he enjoyed this intimate taste.

There was a hint of copper flavour when his lips met yours again.

Your hands were still captured above your head. You were weakening to him, every stroke of his tongue promising at more.

"Are you ready to share your blood with me?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I'm ready."

"You feel ready, this generous body so ready to give me exactly what I have been needing all month long."

Your hips rubbed into his. "Yes, I wanna give it to you. Please let me."

His lips crushed against yours again, his tongue swirling around your mouth. It was over mere seconds later and your breath was robbed from you in the moments that followed.

Your hands were released as he was moving down your body. You felt your panties sticking to your cunt but he wasn't freeing you yet. His lips worked an excruciatingly slow path across your skin, appreciating each inch that he came across.

You curled your hands into fists as you tried to not buckle to the incredible pressure of your anticipation. The relief of having your underwear removed had you spreading your legs as far as possible.

He had shifted down, his body heat leaving your torso as he settled himself between your thighs. His hands warmed your skin, feeling across your legs and your ass. His eyes were watching your responses as you tried to catch your breath.

He moved down, your hips tilting back and your eyes struggling to stay open. His breath coated your quivering pussy, before his mouth opened.

The first touch of his tongue, drinking in your warmth, made your hips stutter.

"Aah…" You hissed when you felt his tongue sliding across your clit. He flattened his tongue, holding it in place and allowing you to feel how your nerves were pulsing in response to this pressure.

“So reactive and so quickly too.” He marvelled, keeping the pressure on your clitoris with his thumb as he spoke. “It’s kinda hard to figure out who wants it more, huh?” You rocked your hips side-to-side, creating some momentum. “Has anyone had this pussy since me?” You shook your head. “Not even you?” You paused and he cocked one brow. “Don’t be shy, honey- it’s cute, but it’s not you.”

“I… well, maybe, like, a couple of times, just when I couldn’t fall asleep.”

You felt his long hair tickling at your skin as he rested his head on your thigh, his eyes locked onto your face. “What were you thinking about to help you relax?”

“You.” The single syllable came out in a whisper.

“I love hearing that. And did you come, was the memory of me enough to give you an orgasm?” He asked, smiling.

“Mm-hmm.” You kept your mouth clamped shut.

“Good girl, but I hope you know that I’m gonna give you something far better than any fantasy.” He said and you quickly nodded.

He lifted his cheek from your skin, setting back into fondling your pussy with his mouth. He gave your clit even more attention and you felt the nerves tingling as he massaged it between his lips. One delicate, sweet kiss followed the other, giving you so much to savour.

You had just begun to feel his tongue when he pulled away, purring to himself. “How do you feel about delaying- are you opposed to it or are you good at holding your orgasms back?”

“I can do it.”

“Such a good girl.” He said. “I just need to make sure that I’ll be ready to catch the rain once it starts, ‘cause that’s the part that tastes the best. And I know that there’s gonna be a lot and I can’t stand the thought of missing one single magnificent drop.”

“Okay, I won’t come ‘til you say.”

“Thanks baby.” He said, hands caressing all over your legs, leaving your pussy to throb impatiently. “We should come up with a signal, maybe a pinch?” He pinched your thigh and you nodded obediently, it seemed sufficient to you. “Or how about a…” He slapped his palm against the taut skin of your upper-thigh and you instantly gasped, your excitement reaching a new height. “Spanking it is, then.” He struck you again and this time you couldn’t contain a moan. “You like that, huh?” He employed his other hand, slapping down on each thigh. “I like it too.” When he spanked the inside of your thigh, you winced - you were torn between wanting to squirm away or ask for more. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all, hmm?”

You shook your head. “No, I’d rather be fucked like a bad girl. If that’s alright with you, sir.”

He grinned and slapped both hands onto you again - it seemed you would have to keep this new title for him in mind. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”

He was leaning down again, licking his lips. He picked your leg up, propping it up into an upside-down V. Before his face could be buried into your pussy, he spanked the back of your thigh. You had barely come down from this sensation, when his tongue rubbed between your folds, making you whimper.

He growled as he sucked your clit into his mouth, creating incredible vibrations that reached straight to your core. Your body was his to manipulate and you felt your heart fluttering as his tongue played with your tight bundle of nerves. He rubbed his tongue slowly against the hood, bringing so much sensitivity to you.

You found the thorough rhythm he was blessing you with and you wanted to gain more friction. You lifted your ass from the bed and started to rock into his face.

You were encouraged by a moan from him, which was absorbed into your skin. You put your hands to his head, stroking your trembling hands through his long hair.

Your hands quickly curled into tensed fists when his tongue left your clit, exploring lower. He glided over your slit, barely beginning to enter between your walls before he flicked his tongue up again, not yet done playing with your clitoris.

He repeated this process a few times - it was a perfect cycle, he already knew how to devour you so precisely. He dragged your cum to run over your clit, which only added to how wet you were. Each time there was more-and-more of your arousal for him to collect and spread around.

You could hardly believe how wet you were. The waves of pleasure were consistent and you thought he would be able to draw this keen heat out of you for hours.

“Do you have any idea how fuckin’ delicious you are?” He asked. “Do you feel as amazing as you taste?”

“I…” Any kind of coherent sentence was ejected from your mind as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. Your mouth fell open, your breath leaving you in a series of heavy exhales, marked by moans. “Uh...ah… ah… Y-y-yes.”

He was curling his fingers up inside of you, exploring how tight you were. He massaged along inside of you, bringing about new sensitivities that you weren’t prepared for. Your arms grew weaker, your hands releasing some of his hair. But you were able to keep the movement of your hips consistent, your body was following its impulses.

His lips connected with your clitoris again, his tongue swirling in a way that had you clenching around his fingers. He was pulling you in deeper to this pleasure and you were still getting wetter.

He was panting heavily when he pulled away again. He was licking his fingers clean. “You have no idea how easily I could get addicted to this, this taste. You’re just so fuckin’ delicious, truly. And you only taste better the further we go.”

“Well you should keep going then…” You said, feeling emboldened by the passion pumping so fiercely through your veins.

“As you wish, darling.” He showed you another one of those devilish smiles.

You wondered if he had ever had a participant this willing before. Or was he just mirroring your reactions to get what he wanted?

His intentions started to matter far less to you when his mouth returned to your pussy.

This time diving straight into your dripping entrance, his tongue seeking out more of your taste. Your body was filled with dazzling tingles.

"Oh, oh God, fuck!" Your toes curled and for a moment you were overwhelmed. You didn't know how to find his rhythm.

A series of incredibly quick flicks from his tongue made you gasp for air more desperately than before. He was flexing his tongue inside of you, dancing it across your quivering nerves. He moved it so fast - ten short little pumps coming directly after one another, in a burst that was over in seconds.

Your gasps turned to stunned laughter as he pulled back, giving you time to recover from this intense tickling. He looked up at you, beaming through the blood that marked his face.

He waggled his tongue at you, allowing you to see what had just been teasing you. You laughed a bit more, weakened by his wild experimentation.

"Just kidding." He said, still grinning. "I just wanted to surprise you 'cause I just like playing with you and hearing your reactions. But that's not how I'm gonna eat you. I'm far more thorough than that."

"I thought my head was gonna go flying off my body." You said.

"Oh, not so soon." He was lying down closer to your cunt again and soon his smile was disappearing from your view. "I have barely begun to feed."

You greeted his tongue sliding back into you with a moan. What followed, felt like a more maintainable pace - with far less shock working through your system. You were warmed by his movements.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs exactly as he needed to get the best access. You remained still, allowing him to manipulate your body in a way that was already threatening to overwhelm you.

His tongue was so much deeper than his fingers had reached. As you began to writhe, his eyes flicked up to your face. You didn’t think you had ever been so exposed to another person before and it made you want to empty yourself for him, to give him everything without a spare thought of anything that might come afterwards.

A twinkle in his eyes set fire to your soul and you threw off any lingering inhibitions, crying out without feeling embarrassed of how you might sound - you felt incredible and you wanted him to know.

Staying still wasn’t an option for very long, he was tapping into a tender rhythm and you wanted to have more. The friction was building and you eased yourself up, your back arching. You rolled your hips, encouraging these magical sensations to radiate out, to touch every part of your body.

“Oh, fuck…”

A violent shake moved through your body, derailing the momentum that you had been working toward. You lost any fractured remains of grace as your body gave into its primal desires. You weren’t pretty or seductive anymore, you were wildly chasing your climax. Your muscles had all become tight and you were fascinated by every movement of his tongue, feeling so much of your body responding.

Your whining was somewhat quieter than before, the sounds almost strangled in your clenched throat. Both of your hands flew out, grasping bundles of the sheets into your fists.

Any attempts at going into his rhythm again were ruined each time, when your body was overtaken by more twitching. They came in powerfully, but at their own pacing. You were at the mercy of them, the control of your body given to him as he drew out more of these unpredictable jolts.

You bit into your bottom lip as a sublime realisation dawned upon you - it would be so easy to let go. His stroking, which carried his tongue intermittently over your g-spot, had pushed you up to the highest peak and you wanted to let it all go, to let the pleasure ruin you.

But you hadn’t yet been given permission to come. So you continued to moan and whimper to yourself, attempting to soothe yourself. The past times of playing around with orgasm delay hadn’t been anywhere near as difficult as this was proving to be. In those other instances, you had been able to come back to your breath, allowing you to find an anchor amongst the flurry.

There was no chance of that happening this time around. It was a pressure that you could feel settled onto your chest as your pussy continued to weep for him. You didn’t want to cut his feeding off early.

A shiver rattled through you and your breathy sighs turned into wordless pleas. He moaned into your pussy before you felt him creating a circle of suction around your opening. You put your hands over your face, wondering what he could possibly have left to hit you with.

Then his hand collided with your butt, causing you to jolt excitedly. You felt the beginnings of your release, only getting louder as the pleasure dawned on you like never before.

“Ah… oh-oh… yes…”

Your body snapped, all of the tension leaving you in one perfect sweeping moment. Now you felt like your insides were made of molten lava and it was all rushing out - rushing directly for his mouth.

“Yes, yes…” Your words came out as a squeak as his tongue held strong between your quivering walls. “Yes.”

You fell back onto the mattress, more of your blood-soaked cum spilling into him. He was very gradually pulling out, wanting to give you a break but still craving more of what you were offering. You were being ruined by your aftershocks.

These continued to pulse through you, even after he had found the strength to remove his mouth from your body.

His body was on top of yours, this pressure shifting your perspective. Your noisy panting was accompanied by the sound of him licking his lips. He settled his arms around you and you let yourself be comforted by this.

“That was worth waiting a month for.” He whispered, a gentle kiss on your cheek was in direct opposition to his erection that was pressed against your naked body.

You turned your head, letting his lips meet yours. It was slow but you could hardly keep up, you were still too weak. Instead he let his lips wander across your cheek, then along your jaw and onto your neck. He came at this area with renewed energy, his lips drawing some of the skin into his mouth.

Even as you moaned, fear prickled inside of your stomach. Were you feeling his fangs about to break your skin or were you just imagining this? Everything could be over in a matter of seconds as you faded out of life, still consumed by the glow that had followed your orgasm.

“Wow, what’s going on, darling? Your heart has really started pounding…”

You held your eyes shut for a little longer, speaking with a horrendously dry mouth. “Are you gonna…?” You were too frightened to finish that thought.

“Am I gonna, what?” He asked and you forced yourself to look at him. “Am I gonna fuckin’ bite your neck and drain every bit of life out of you?” You nodded and he burst out laughing, sitting up. “That makes absolutely no sense. Think of your favourite restaurant.”

“Um…” That was an incredibly short list and you were relieved when he kept talking, eliminating any need for you to produce a name.

“Now imagine yourself going there, going into the kitchen and shooting all the kitchen staff and then you burn the establishment down- ‘cause if you’re gonna go down the path of destruction, may as well go all-out, eh? But now you can’t have your favourite food prepared in the exact perfect way. Sure, you could try to find it elsewhere, but it would never be as good and soon you’re just chasing a memory, a memory of something that didn’t need to be destroyed in the first place. Do you see what I’m trying to say?”

“Um…” You paused. “I guess. You’re saying that I’m like your favourite restaurant, right?”

“Right.” He was smiling as he leant in a little closer. “And I’m planning on becoming a regular customer. And hurting, or even killing, you? That would satisfy literally nobody.”

“I dunno, I just- it popped into my head, or whatever, when you were kissing on my neck and-”

His hand flew into the air and you were quickly silenced. “I was kissing your neck ‘cause I assumed you would want some closeness post-fucking and because you have lovely skin. If I were a younger vamp, I would have less control and therefore, yes, I may make some dumb, reckless, impulse-motivated decisions. But I have learnt- a few times over, in fact, that you do not bite the hand that feeds. Or, in this case, you don’t bite the neck of the pussy that you’re feeding from.

“No, that didn’t work. The point is, I’m not gonna kill you. You should learn how to relax. How about we have some wine and you calm down, you’ll feel better.”

“I don’t think I should- wine gives me the worst hangovers and I’ve already had a few glasses, ‘cause I was, um, I was kinda on a date earlier tonight, so…”

His eyes lit up with curiosity. “A date? With who, just some mortal?” You nodded and he laughed. “How dull.”

“Yeah, it kinda was. That’s why I messaged you and made an excuse to get out of there early.”

“Nice, regular guys aren’t enough for my baby, eh? She needs that taste of danger to get off.”

You shrugged. “I guess.”

“I can give you danger.” He looked at you, licking his lips. “I can give you la petite mort.”

You furrowed your brow. “Huh?”

He rolled his eyes. “La petite mort- it translates to the little death, it describes that moment right after the orgasm, when you’re fucked too stupid to do anything, so you lay there, a little dead, before you can be reborn and used again.”

You nodded, smiling. “Oh, okay.”

His hands were stroking down your sides. “What do you say, can I kill you a little again, just a little?”

“Yes please, sir.”

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pluckyredhead · 4 years

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A Guide to the Super Sons, Part 1: Damian Wayne (Robin)

Y’all, I have lost weeks of my life to this Jon Kent/Damian Wayne obsession, and by God I’m taking some of you down with me. In the interests of tricking convincing some of my followers to get on board, I offer a three part series to give you the basics on these boys.

(Daredevil 101 fans, don’t worry - that series is still very much happening. I’m in it as long as Matt is, heaven help us all.)

Anyway! First up is Damian Wayne, a.k.a. Robin, son of Batman. This is Damian:

Aw, he’s so grumpy! *ruffles his hair, is immediately stabbed to death*

Biography:

Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, the daughter of Ra’s al Ghul. If you’re not familiar with Ra’s, he is this drama llama, originally introduced in the 70s:

Ra’s is a criminal mastermind who wants to conquer the world and kill off most of humanity, sort of for environmentalist reasons but mostly because no one appreciates his facial hair enough. He is hundreds of years old, and keeps himself alive and, uh, virile via the use of mystical pools called Lazarus Pits. He has a few children but the original and most important was his daughter Talia. Since Talia couldn’t possibly be Ra’s heir and take over his League of Assassins due to her debilitating case of being a woman, Ra’s decided she should marry the only man worthy of being his successor: Batman.

Talia was on board. Bruce was less into the assassin-y bits, but totally up for this iconically hairy kiss:

Talia, that blouse is amazing.

Decades passed. Ra’s continued to scheme. Talia became more independent and fascinatingly amoral before abruptly going full-on Crazy Bitch Supervillain, because comics are horrible. And then, in 2006, Talia suddenly introduced Bruce to their son:

There’s my horrible little gremlin!

Canon is inconsistent about whether or not Damian’s conception was consensual (and unsurprisingly, the comics don’t handle the possibility that Bruce was raped very well, in that it’s never acknowledged as rape), but either way, he was incubated in a tank and genetically designed to be the perfect heir to both the Waynes and the al Ghuls. Upon his “birth,” he was trained by Talia and the League of Assassins to be a vicious killing machine.

Thus, when he meets Bruce, he is ten years old and the most arrogant, entitled, violent little monster imaginable. It is not the greatest meeting!

It’s important to note at this point that Damian would eventually become the fifth Robin. The previous Robins are, in order:

Dick Grayson, a.k.a. the one you’ve probably heard of or seen in a cartoon or movie. Former circus acrobat, delightful, thotty. Grew up to become Nightwing.

Jason Todd. Was murdered by the Joker, came back to life as a supervillain, chilled out and is now basically an antihero. Goes by Red Hood. Murderous, sarcastic, also thotty.

Tim Drake. Graduated to being Red Robin, but recently changed his codename to Drake, which is just his actual name, which is stupid so we’re ignoring it. Smart, neurotic, not thotty.

Stephanie Brown. THE BEST ONE!!! Originally Spoiler, then Robin, then died, then turned out not to be dead, then Batgirl. Then DC decided she had never counted as Robin because girls are illegal, so she’s back to being Spoiler. Spunky, determined, not thotty but someone should probably tell her that she likes girls and her boyfriend (Tim) doesn’t.

(Damian is too young for a thottiness call but he doesn’t really like other people very much so I’m making a prediction of Not Thotty.)

Damian does not understand why his father has three lesser Robins/adopted sons and promptly attempts to murder Tim. Bruce, faced with a challenging family situation, maturely deals with the problem by dying. (Sort of. It’s complicated.) Then Jason tries to murder Damian. What a fun family!

Dick takes on the mantle of Batman in the wake of Bruce’s (temporary) death and, seeing potential in this tiny murder gremlin, makes Damian his Robin. Damian IMMEDIATELY drops a “You’re not my real dad” because he knows his tropes:

(I’m sorry his face is so lumpy here. People really like Frank Quitely’s art and I cannot comprehend why.)

Unlike Bruce, Dick is actually a friendly person who is in touch with his emotions, and, with Alfred’s help, he manages to tame Damian into being...well, still a brat, but a brat with his heart in roughly the right place.

😭

Eventually Bruce comes back and Damian switches over to being his Robin instead of Dick’s. They struggle to relate to each other, especially since Damian, um, murders a couple of people on his behalf. I mean, they are both really bad dudes who are going to kill Bruce, but, you know. He’s still a 10 year old child doing murders. Because he loves his daddy! But still.

Eventually Talia has had enough of her disobedient son, so she takes one of her many backup clones of him and grows him into a horrifying baby-faced adult-bodied thing called the Heretic and sics him on Damian. Bruce goes to fight him and tells Damian to stay in the cave. Damian does not stay in the cave.

LOOK AT MY DEFIANT ARROGANT BABY, STAGGERING ON FULL OF ARROWS ALL BOROMIR-STYLE. Actually that’s really fucked up.

The Heretic kills Damian. Bruce spends like a year increasingly flipping his shit, especially after Damian’s body is stolen first by Ra’s al Ghul, then by a minion of Darkseid (evil god ruler of a dystopian planet). Bruce steals Damian back and also figures out how to resurrect him along the way.

I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING.

Having been given a new lease on life, Damian spends some time atoning for the cruel acts he committed before he became Robin, and then forms a new iteration of the Teen Titans:

(I love this lineup SO MUCH. Also please note a) GENDER PARITY and b) the only white person on this team is Crush, who is a space alien and thus not actually a white person except in the most literal sense.)

Damian is currently 13 years old. He stars in the Teen Titans book and of course frequently appears across the Batbooks, where right now he’s primarily mourning the dead of his (unofficially adoptive) grandfather, Alfred, for which he blames himself, because no trauma is too severe for DC to put Damian through. One time they removed his whole spine. (Also, Alfred will obviously be back eventually. He’s Alfred.)

Personality:

Damian was raised to believe he would conquer the earth - his name means “to tame" and he knows it - and thus while he no longer plans to do so, he’s still incredibly arrogant, entitled, and imperious. He’s also incredibly intelligent and skilled and knows it, which means that a) he’s super rude and snobby about it all the time and b) he often fucks up because he assumes that if he’s doing something, it must be the intelligent thing to do simply because he is intelligent. (He gets that last part from his dad.)

Damian is extremely proud of both of his lineages, especially the Wayne side, and intensely protective of the Batman and Robin legacies. He is fiercely loyal to his father’s side of the family and is slowly, painfully learning to forgive his past enemies and himself. He inclines towards ruthlessness 9 out of 10 times, but that 10th time he’ll break your heart with a sudden moment of compassion.

He loves animals and has a menagerie of pets in the Batcave that includes Titus the dog, Alfred the cat (yes, named after the butler), and Bat-Cow the, um, cow.

There’s also Goliath, his giant bat dragon. Think Appa but with a much darker and more upsetting backstory:

Relationships:

Bruce: Damian utterly adores and hero-worships his father, even if he spends much of his time disobeying orders and sassing him. He clearly thinks Bruce could move mountains if he tried. It’s adorable and heartbreaking.

Talia: Damian spent much of his existence utterly rejecting Talia, but to be fair, she was utterly rejectable. Recent comics have blessedly retconned her to back to her interestingly amoral personality and made it clear that she does in fact truly love Damian, which means he’s in the much more complicated position of having to figure out how he feels about her. He’s not quite there yet.

Ra’s al Ghul: Not a fan. Outwardly he’s very coldly dismissive of Ra’s, but secretly I think he’s pretty scared of him, and of getting pulled back into that world. (Also one time Ra’s creepily attempted to steal Damian’s body and wear it like a people suit, so, uh, not his favorite grandpa!)

Alfred: One of the very few people he could be emotionally vulnerable with (sometimes). They love(d) each other dearly.

Dick: One of the other very few people he can be emotionally vulnerable with. They’ve got that “oldest and youngest sibling in a big family who are far apart enough in age that they don’t usually fight and aren’t threatened by each other” vibe.

Jason and Tim: Bickers with them both constantly (as Jason and Tim do with each other) but hasn’t tried to murder either of them in years. Bruce is very proud.

Barbara, Cass, and Steph: Damian tends to scoff at the assorted Batgirls but begrudgingly kinda likes them.

Maya Ducard: Damian has exactly three (3) friends, so Maya is in elite company. Her father was an assassin who is also incidentally one of the people Damian murdered to protect Bruce (whoops). Maya came after him to avenge her father’s death but they wound up befriending each other instead. It’s a very intense friendship with occasional prepubescent almost-romantic vibes but they also refer to each other as honorary brother and sister so who knows.

Colin Wilkes: Friend #2! He’s an orphan who can turn into a big smashy guy, Hulk-style. They’re bros.

The Titans: He is not particularly close with most of his teammates, but definitely shares a wavelength with Red Arrow, who is also the daughter of an assassin (noticing a theme here?). He might have a crush on her, but he also definitely kind of has a thing with Djinn, a 4,000-year-old genie who looks like a 13-year-old girl...but Djinn also kind of has a thing with Crush, the teenage alien biker chick. Teen Titans is currently doing a really good job of “all of these teenagers are spending way too much time together and no one has figured out their sexualities yet and they all have crushes on each other and it’s very complicated and sweaty.”

...And of course, Friend #3, Jon Kent. But we’ll get to him in Part 2!

#super sons #super sons primer #robin #damian wayne #meta

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madpenfan · 3 years

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Okay so I finally watched the sf9 the stealer performance and I have to say I applaud them for making it more melancholic more epic and also slightly more thotty than the original all at the same time. Sf9 knows how to put on a show and they did not disappoint

Also jaeyoon’s titties being OUT the whole time is so funny to me

Literally everyone when they saw Jaeyoon shirtless: OH MY GOD HIS BODY

Me: nice good for you sir *goes about life unbothered*

But like I like how groovy they made. It made it sound like a movie heist and I can’t stop listening to her

I stand by original unpopular opinion of I like SF9s version of the stealer slightly better

#maddie answers #asks #cutie kath ❤️

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vancilocs · 3 years

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No worries! Half and half with uu neja and yecal and lyssa and izkiel?

(link)

1) who does the grocery shopping?

Could be either, their jobs are kinda sporadic so whoever’s home at the time will handle groceries (I think Neja is more often at work since there be plenty of ships that need working on at the port)

2) who gets to shower/bathe first after sexy time?

Probably Neja bc she gotta pee

3) who spends the most time naked?

Neja will have at least a big T-shirt on her but not necessarily anything else

4) who tends to initiate sex?

Could be whoever. Though Yecal needs to be careful about coming home with his feathers tussled and looking like a rough n tumble mercenary bc that turns her on

5) who goes to sleep first?

Could be either unless Neja has a tinkering project she doesn’t wanna put aside just yet. She joins soon after he goes to bed though

6) who’s bigger in the downstairs department (metaphorically or physically)?

Both are kinda thotty tbh they are very comfortable with those things

7) who gets up first in the mornings?

If Yecal dares to push Neja off him...

8) who says ‘I love you’ first?

Tough one, though Yecal using it to drive home how concerned Neja’s rowdy habits make him is a possibility

9) who gets baby-crazy when they see children?

Neja likes hearing about Mint and seeing pictures of her and even going to hang out with Shyn and Marcy but she doesn’t want her own kids

10) who steals the others clothes?

Neja Neja Neja Neja Neja

11) who cooks better?

Neja makes the spicy noodles, Yecal makes the sauces

12) who leads when dancing?

Yecal could just. Grab the woman by the waist and spin her around without her feet touching the ground. Don’t know if he knows how to dance though

13) who makes the puns/shitty references?

Both honestly

14) who stays up late, reading books whilst the other tries to sleep?

If Yecal lays down Neja will put down whatever she has and lay down too

15) who pops the question? (and how?)

I dunnoooo. It could kinda be either

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16) who gets jealous when people flirt with their partner?

Lyssa a bit, not that she thinks he would look at others but still

17) who does the best pranks?

They don’t really prank each other I don’t think. Lyssa just cleans up and organizes Izkiel’s place a lil

18) who drinks all the tea?

Neither really, Lyssa has some every now and then

19) who is the most ticklish?

Probably Izkiel but Lyssa doesn’t poke at him much because she has cold hands

20) who is the loudest in bed?

I dunno and I don’t really care

21) who has the most experience in relationships?

Both have dated before, no biggie, but I think Lyssa has far more actual romance experience

22) who has the crazy ex?

Ehh, neither

23) who handles their drink better?

Izkiel, Lyssa doesn’t drink because medication

24) who feels they’re inadequate for their partner’s love?

Both have their moments I think, Lyssa when she’s very tired and worn at least

25) who gets passive aggressive in a argument?

Neither, they’re mature

26) who has the most scars?

Izkiel by far, Lyssa has some surgery-related

27) who has nightmares?

Mayyybe Izkiel

28) who brings the stray puppy home and begs to keep it?

Mayyyybe Lyssa

29) who screams during horror movies?

Genuine horror, Lyssa. Gore doesn’t phase her. She doesn’t like horror though because it’s bad for her to get too much excitement

30) who cries the most?

I guess Lyssa, but not too often

#lyssa is just pissed off she's so tired all the time and weak #not so much sad #long oc thing #took a while #took a turn #thought i had what it took but i didn't

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 18

lets goooo

I love the ‘no guns no swords no briefcases’ sign sm

NEVER over the ‘my first blaster(tm): big grip for little hands’ fucking iconic

‘get the hell out of my bar’ swerve lmao ily

so now we continue on with the remain in light arc, this issue subtitled ‘house of ambus,’ which is a dopeass name and also promises some ambus lore, which is exciting

first aid holding his gun sideways like a gangsta lmao I canttt

forgot there's literally a guy named dipstick LMAOOOOO that's funny on so many levels like...it sounds like dipshit, and also a urine dipstick is a urine test used to detect various stuff so that's the first thing I think of...what a name

‘put two and two together and make it a fist’ skids ily sm

pharma is in full-on dr thot mode over here, oh boy

lockdown looks like such a nerd on his edgy decepticon hoverboard

the fact that cyclonus immediately goes along w/whirls suggestion to disobey rodimus and attack the enemy....both of them are icons

OOOH ALL THE TITANS...that's such a good panel

ok but I cant get over how lowkey funny it is that there's this battle going on rn where most of the participants can turn into various vehicles, but they're all riding around on dorky air scooters instead. this series, man

well, at least chromedome transformed

I fucking love that rodimus is always doing this like, ridiculous 80s action movie nonsense, I feel like that's perfect considering his g1 debut was in a ridiculous 80s action movie

poor tg just found out he’s gonna die in like 3 days and then rodimus immediately is like ‘wanna make that today?’ and does some crazy shit while tg clings to him like a terrified baby

rodimus mid-car transformation is fucking wild lmao

and now we finally get to see a bit more of what’s going on with our framing device flash-forward - it’s not just rodimus, everyone’s there! except ratchet...also, they’re in jail. woohoo!

and then there’s magnus, looking completely healthy but strangely unresponsive...

TYREST....this motherfucker....he is like, SO MUCH. the cape...the helmet crown thing...the holes....

tyrest told rodimus to ‘shut up or be held in contempt’ ayyyyyyyyyyyy

‘crimes against creation’ that's pretty dramatic dude

Let The Robots Swear!!

ok but rlly I find it funny that they're not allowed to say swear words (I'm assuming its not allowed rather than it being a creative choice) but all the death and violence and body horror is ok

chromedome is sitting there like oh holy shit did I find my now-dead husbands missing 1st husband after millions of years, like a WEEK after my husband died

chromedome mimicking the moustache with his finger...cute

its interesting to see a ‘sibling’ type of relationship here, since that's really uncommon for tfs since they don't really have families/lineage - of course, we don't really get to see dominus and minimus interact (until the FU), so

minimus really tried to pass himself off as a law-breaking smuggler lmaoooo that was never gonna work mdude

like he just continues acting exactly like ultra magnus except he pretends not to know these guys lol

‘forceful expressions of innocence’ tailgate ily

poor tg :(

OH GOD pharma time. he’s out here looking totally unhinged and also thotty somehow, like usual

I SO subscribe to the idea that ratchet and pharma are exes are pharma still isn't over ratchet. that's the most entertaining and interesting way to read their interactions imo

dual chainsaw hands.....Bruh.

skiiiiiiiiiiiids....I love skids, he’s just such a good dude

also he’s really cool and also sexy. I feel like if anyone would be the mary sue of the series it would be skids rather than rung lmao

oh shit I forgot skids gets skewered by star saber

aaaaaand ratchet’s in the box!!!! jesus pharma just say you kin the joker and go

HOW is ratchet alive tho like....wouldn't he need energon?? isn't energon basically blood for them, but also food, and fuel, and basically everything? I don't get it but yknow what, ill suspend my disbelief bc its so entertaining

see, the little backstory on tyrest is really interesting, cause it seems to me that at one point, tyrest did have the best interests of the cybertronian people in mind, and he really did stand for true justice and tried to end the war peacefully - but somewhere along the way things went bad, and now here he is

oh rung, scolding somebody for revealing top secret information, that’s rich coming from mr hipaa violations himself

lmao and minimus cant restrain himself from scolding rodimus either, and then very obviously fishing for information so he can ask questions without it being clear that he already knew all about the lost light

vhbjahdbhjhdf im NEVER over rung passive-aggressively antagonizing minimus so he can accuse him of being ultra magnus hvbhjkdnfssfhsabjhdfk that's so funny

also its another example of rung maybe not being the best at his job - he’s basically manipulating magnus’s OCD to try to force minimus into revealing his identity...ethical? perhaps not. effective? oh yeah

I mean I guess you could say this is an example of rung being really good at his job, bc he was able to use psychology to deduce minimus’s identity...it’s more like he also decided to disregard medical ethics and ethics in general

and then the reveal....ultra magnus is actually a much smaller green dude?! whaaaat!?

ill talk more about it later but fr this is one of my favorite concepts that mtmte introduced, I fucking love it

ahhhh I love this issue. tho tbh I love basically every issue. anyways tho I love the continuation of ratchet and pharma’s story, with pharma officially going off the rails with some complete bullshit, and also the big reveal about magnus/minimus! great stuff

#lj rereads mtmte

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robertdowneyjjr · 5 years

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thoughts on endgame

if you haven’t seen endgame yet please turn away now because this is full of spoilers.

seriously spoiler nation here. turn back now while you still have the chance.

are you still here?

okay then.

here i go.

it’s gonna get long.

it’s been about seven hours since i got out of the movie theatre and overall? i’m upset. and i’m fucking pissed.

also, if you don’t know this by now, i’m a tony stan. my thoughts are biased. sue me.

listen. it’s not an awful movie. overall it’s an okay film. the shots were beautiful. the actors were all excellent. there was lots of fan service and there were tons of moments where it felt really fun. we laughed. we cried. we cheered. but as much as the filmmakers would like to insist that the film is satisfying, i just don’t agree, mainly because of how they decided to end the story.

the good and the mediocre

to start off, rdj’s acting is great. of course it is. it’s rdj. he did amazing with what he had to work with and most of my crying was because of him.

tony and nebula on the ship was great. he was already so fatherly with her, teaching her how to play paper football and encouraging her. and she was looking after him too. there was so much mutual care there that i loved, and i wish that we got more interaction between the two of them throughout the movie.

that little tear he shed when he closed his eyes to go to sleep on the benatar after recording his message for pepper killed me.

when joe russo said that the film was cathartic and evans said that it’s satisfying i can only apply these words to the one scene where tony finally gets to have his outburst and tell the others off for not believing him when he said a threat was coming. he deserved that moment. his anger was completely justified. and when he called steve out specifically, saying that he said that they’d lose together but they ended up not even doing that? when he called steve a liar? that was cathartic.

nat talking about how she used to have nothing and then she got this job, got this family. when she was crying over clint and what he was doing as ronin. that hurt.

MORGAN STARK. oh my god she is a cutie and all of her interactions with tony are just the best. this is the most valid part of the entire movie and that’s that on that. tony is so soft with her and it’s clear just how much he loves her and cherishes the family that he’s managed to have despite the tragedy that happened five years ago. this relationship is perfect and instead of the rest of the movie we should have just gotten three hours of tony and morgan’s father/daughter shenanigans.

tony being domestic and doing the dishes is all i ever wanted

doctor hulk was an interesting concept and i’m glad that bruce finally managed to find a balance between bruce and hulk and melded the two together. but there were times i do feel like he was played off as a joke too much.

the stevetony content is okay, i guess. i honestly wish we got more between steve and tony settling their differences beyond tony just handing the shield back and letting steve know that he figured out the issue with time travel that they’d been having. i wish we had more of them talking and working out their differences from the past. it jumped from tony telling steve that the trust is gone to him asking steve if he trusts him a little too soon without anything ever being discussed.

like really for a film that was marketed to basically be a stevetony event it didn’t really end up with that many interactions between them so it was disappointing.

i love that in the five years since the snap the remaining heroes managed to become friends. nebula and rhodey is an especially great one. and carol and rhodey’s brief interaction at the start of the film got my carolrhodey heart fluttering.

i do like the team interactions we got, even though there weren’t as many as i expected. it does feel like they’re finally seeing each other as a team again for the first time since the party scene in aou. i especially liked when they were working together to figure out when to travel back to in order to find the infinity stones, and that scene with tony, nat, and bruce together on the conference table. i wish we got more of the tony and nat friendship throughout the mcu.

the entire travel back to 2012 new york sequence was a trip. getting to see these characters interacting for the first time again was great. to see the aftermath of the battle was fun -- how they all got drinks from tony’s bar together. they seemed immediately comfortable with each other which was nice. all of them getting into the elevator together but telling the hulk to take the stairs. and speaking of hulk, bruce pretending to be 2012!hulk and smashing things halfheartedly was kinda hilarious.

the blatant ogling of steve’s ass. oh, sorry. america’s ass. that was great. thank you for servicing the stevetony shippers. and steve’s own comment about it after he got in a fistfight with his past self was funny too.

the excessive use of the word “shit” was a great callback to aou and i enjoyed it immensely.

mark 85 is sleek af and i love a shiny gold thotty boy

the cap scenes in 2012 were nice fan service. steve getting into that elevator with the strike team -- everyone thought it was going to be a reenactment of the scene from tws. but the fact that steve said “hail hydra” instead to throw them off was genius. he looked so proud of himself for that.

i like the rhodey and nebula team up. their dynamic is really great and rhodey has some of the best lines in the movie tbh. i love him.

i’m iffy on this but i don’t like that they validated howard stark’s shitty parenting. call him abusive and leave it at that. sure, he admitted that he didn’t want to turn out like his dad, but uhh i guess he did because look how his relationship with tony turned out. but i mean i’m happy for tony that he sort of got the closure he needed?? idk. i’m not sure about this.

it was really touching getting to see thor be able to talk to his mother again. i love frigga.

tony’s version of the gauntlet is fucking badass. it’s ten times sleeker than thanos’ gauntlet and just cool as hell. and dude! think about it. thanos had to travel to nidavellir to get a gauntlet made that could harness the power of the infinity stones. tony didn’t need to do that. he made his own gauntlet with his own tech and he didn’t need to go to any other planet for that. i love one genius.

steve wielding mjolnir was amazing in that moment. it was super cool, you know. he seemed so natural with it and he was even able to call lightning with it. awesome! but once we got to the ending i was like 😒 was he really that worthy. i’m really salty, okay.

the scene when all the undusted come back, and the other heroes scattered around the world join in, and they appear at the compound for that final battle -- it was incredible and very moving. thanos thought he was gonna win but nah!!! avengers assemble!! dope.

RESCUE. we waited so long and finally we were fed.

peter and tony’s hug got me bawling like a baby. i’m so distraught.

that scene with carol coming in and getting the gauntlet from peter, and all the women coming together and saying, “she has help”?? i nutted. that was amazing.

the bad and the ugly

THE SUPREME LACK OF TONY AND RHODEY CONTENT, WHAT THE FUCK. when they landed back on earth and rhodey didn’t get a chance to hug tony...hm. did not like that! let these best friends hug, ffs. and why didn’t we get to see rhodey interacting with morgan?? this is fake as hell.

it was kinda shitty that steve and co. had to show up right when tony was having a good time with his daughter to deliver the news about the quantum tunnel and time travel to tony. because of course tony would never sit idly by when there’s a problem he can solve. especially not when he’s reminded that he lost peter in that awful decimation five years ago. it’s not in his nature to not help. so that’s what he does. he solves a problem and he goes to suit up again because he would never forgive himself if he didn’t even try.

thor......they really turned him into a depressed alcoholic that’s just playing fortnite at home instead of a ruler looking after himself and the people he was supposed to protect.....they really just erased all his development from ragnarok huh. i’m mad.

also, a lack of tony and bruce interaction?? where are my science bro moments?? they were supposed to be the two biggest brains of the team working on mechanics of time travel but we really couldn’t have seen even a brief montage of them working together to science things out? wow fake!

also now that i think about it, where were dum-e and u?? where???? where were the best bots in the world?????

idk why clint and nat were the ones to go to vormir. definitely was not expecting this at all, but fuck. okay. this is where the anger really starts. okay. i get it. i get that nat sacrificed herself so that clint would have the chance to reunite with his family after this shitshow was all over. but nat had family too. she said it herself. she found her family with the avengers. but they really decided to throw another woman off the cliff to fuel more man pain. great! just great!!

seriously, nat deserved better.

they really. they really fucking killed off tony. they really did that and they had tony sacrifice himself. and all for what? shock factor? it wasn’t necessary. they didn’t need to kill him to end his arc. he could have been permanently injured instead, to the point where he wouldn’t be able to suit up again. he would have happily accepted this as his last mission. his priority was always to get home to his wife and daughter. despite the trauma he went through over the last ten years, the ptsd he came away with after sending a nuke through a wormhole, his team’s falling out, watching his best friend fall from the sky, being betrayed by someone he thought was a friend, getting stabbed by his own weapon on an alien planet, and losing a kid that he treated like his own, he managed to find a sliver of happiness with pepper and morgan. he had a happy ending. the happy ending he had wanted for the last several years. but the filmmakers took that away from him. they took away his happiness, and not just that. they took away a woman’s husband. they took away a little girl’s father. it was unnecessarily cruel and it sends a shitty message. it’s a disservice to tony, a disservice to the iron family, and a disservice to the fans that have stuck with the mcu from the very beginning, when iron man first came out and we decided to hop on for the ride.

tony deserved better.

also, rhodey should have been able to say something to tony before he drifted off for the last time. i was glad that he was the first to find tony, but they should have had their moment. this man had been with tony through thick and thin and he deserved to say his proper goodbyes.

or at the very least, they should have had a moment during tony’s funeral where the important people delivered their eulogies and spoke the words that needed to be said about tony. an explicit acknowledgement from the characters about how much tony had done, how integral he was to their success and survival, and how he made the ultimate sacrifice to get rid of their biggest threat so that the world could be put back together.

the only consolation i get from this is that tony made that sacrifice and died on the battlefield where the rest of the team could see. that the undusted and the living both are aware of how selfless tony is (and has always been), and he gave up his happy ending to make sure that the rest of them got theirs.

well his “i am iron man” was badass too so i’m glad he got to go out with that.

TONY DESERVED BETTER.

MORGAN DESERVED BETTER.

IRON FAMILY DESERVED BETTER.

(cheeseburgers broke me)

speaking of happy endings, lmfao what the fuck @ steve? i’m pissed at this ending. that was honestly the most selfish thing that steve could have done, all because the russos have always had a permanent boner for steve’s story with peggy. it’s just so sad. they won’t let him move on. his character development is stifled. it’s so backwards. peggy had a family and lived a full life without steve, but after seeing her for thirty seconds while he was in the past, he really decided that he needed to go back and spend the rest of his life with her. he threw away everything he worked for in the present -- his teammates, an unfrozen and recovered bucky, his running buddy and overall great guy sam -- for a relationship with a woman that he shared one single kiss with and that he knew for, what, like two or three years? jesus. let him move on! let him find happiness in the present! he never gave love another chance just because he thought he thought he met the love of his life 70 years ago. who’s to say he wouldn’t have found love in the present, huh??

they did him dirty. they did peggy dirty. and tbh they did sharon dirty from the very beginning. but that’s salt for another day.

so here we have tony, dead at 53 who really only experienced true happiness for five years with the woman he had been in love with for over a decade. then we have steve, who was on this earth for 105 years, then went back in time and got another 40 or so odd years of happiness with a woman he had only known for a few short years.

sure. that sounds fair. totally fair.

fuck no, it’s not. it’s a terrible fucking ending.

that’s just shit storytelling and if this was done all for the shock factor to make sure that we couldn’t guess what happens to these characters then it was a poor decision and it completely ruins tony and steve’s story arcs.

what kind of shit ending is this.

i didn’t like it.

#avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #a4 spoilers #ae spoilers #spoilers #i'm really upset and really angry and i hate that i'm watching this movie again tomorrow #i really screwed myself over with that one huh getting tickets for a rewatch this early #i have so many more complaints but i'm ANGRY and i'm tired #sometimes i think things and post them

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thottybrucewayne · 8 months

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Everybody fave afrolatino fisher!

#thotty speaks #thotty goes to the movies!#Fresh (1994) dir. Boaz Yakin #giancarlo esposito

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uglyvampireblog · 4 years

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Lets mash it up! //ask-the-gay-gunman

Here he is! His name is Guio Mando and he FUCKS. I figured he’d be like thotty vampire james bond/gaston but well read/ teenage heartthrob actor. He goes to classy bars at night to seduce people and get in fights. He’s very dramatic and loves going to the movie theater and reading romantic novels.

@ask-the-gay-gunman , @anothamista (both of you requested mista)

#lord dio #guido mista #jjba #stardust crusaders #vento aureo #mashup

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imagineurfavs · 5 years

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EXO - Suho A-Z

“Hi 😊 I just found your blog by Xiumin A-Z and I love it 😍. Could you please do A-Z of Suho?”

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A - Aftercare

To him this counts as a workout, so he treats this how he’d treat any post work out cool down. He’ll have towels ready and a drink for you both bc taking care of the body should extend to all areas of life.

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

On you he likes your hands, and although its not really a physical attribute, on himself he likes his strength

C - Cum

If for whatever reason he can’t cum inside of you his next favourite place would be your stomach. He’s quite...unpredictable when he cums though so don’t be surprised if it ends up somewhere else.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to try some kind of role play, CEO & his assistant or teacher & student are on the top of his list. Rather than his usual dominant but still equal vibe, he really wants to experience a being fully in charge. Highkey loves the idea of enforcing rules and making you behave, but just without the punishment side of things.

E - Experience

I dont really see him as a hook up/ one night stand type of guy, so its a tough one. A handful of partners, but only people that he’s actually dated. So a fair amount of like, doing the do, but not much trying new things with new people

F - Favourite Position

A classic missionary type of guy, he just likes being able to hold your hands and look in your eyes. Another favourite of his is to be sat up and have you in his lap, that way he can hug you and fuck you at the same time, win win. (apparently this is called the lotus lol i had to google it)

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

Tends to keep things on the more serious side, but still super romantic nonetheless. He’d be super giggly and smiley afterwards though.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

I dont really see him doing a lot of manscaping tbh, if any at all. He might trim every now and then to keep things tidy, but I dont think he does that too often.

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

Super romantic, he likes to feel like he’s in a movie so expect the whole nine yards tbh, candles, champagne, soft music in the background etc etc. He knows its a worn out cliche, but he still enjoys it.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

I picture him as the type to do it as a way to de-stress. Probably has a ritual of rubbing one out just after he's finished a concert as a way to let out all his endorphins and excess energy.

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

for the most part i feel like Junmyeon is pretty vanilla fr where tf did the daddy suho thing even come from The most I think he’d enjoy is maybe letting you tie up his wrists so he can’t touch you or vice versa.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Never really outside of the bedroom, its just where he feels the most comfortable. Might extend to the bathtub if he’s feeling super romantic and wants to break out the champagne and candles.

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

A sucker for a mix of being classy, but thotty as the same time. For example, say you go out for dinner with him to a fancy restaurant in a ridiculously expensive gorgeous dress, but whisper to him that your not wearing anything underneath; his mind will remain firmly in the gutter for the entire evening.

N - NO (something they won’t do, turn offs)

It’s a tiny thing to be bothered about really, but he really hates not being able to see your face during sex, he wants to be able to look in your eyes and kiss you as much as he wants. Not super into dirty talk either, he just thinks its a little vulgar and he’d rather keep things classy and romantic.

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

Kinda timid when it comes to using his mouth on you, he works slow and methodical. Every move he makes is very deliberate, very slow long licks and cold breaths on your core. When receiving, he can get a little fidgety; he wont be able to keep his hands still, or control what he says. Expect a non stop mix of curses, compliments and whispers of your name.

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

A little rough, but not really that fast. He keeps his thrusts at a medium pace, but strong.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Not a fan. If you suggest one however, or tell him how needy you are for him, of course he’ll comply. But when left down to him, he’d rather just wait.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

If you explicitly explain to him what exactly it is you wanna try, he might be open to trying something. He’s just super vanilla, as long as youre both getting off, he doesn't really feel the need to try anything new.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

Can last as long as you need him to, he’ll deliberately hold himself back until he knows you’re close too. He has a big thing about finishing together, it’s just so intimate to him. Depending how long the rounds are, he usually only goes for one or two.

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

The only toys he utilises are some restraints, but as opposed to buying any, he likes to use his own neckties or belts on your wrists. Much prefers using them on you, but although he doesn't like to admit it, he enjoys being restrained just as much.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's tried to do the whole teasing thing numerous times before and it never really went to plan, he'd end up cracking before you and just giving up. He does like being teased though, but only if he can promptly regain control.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

Tries to keep his composure, but he can get super loud. Not really any moaning though, more so just your name over and over with some swearing thrown in.

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

The only way he’s been able to master so many of EXO’s raunchier choreos is by picturing you as he’s learning them, it’s the only way his hips will move like that. You can always be assured he’ll send you a needy text in the middle of the night once he’s done practising, convincing you to rush over to his place to “help him out”. He spent way longer practising Artificial Love alone, replacing that cane with you, than he cares to admit tbh

X - X-ray (what’s going on inside those pants)

A little longer than average, thick too (if his hands are anything to go by lol wow have you SEEN his fingers)

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Easily turned on but he only lets his body take over if he knows it’s an appropriate time. Even if he’s envisioning the dirtiest stuff, he wont let it show or act on it unless it’s only the two of you alone somewhere.

Z - Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Probably doesn’t sleep for a while afterwards tbh. He’d be perfectly happy staying up with you just talking and doing nothing for ages afterwards, would only sleep if you did too.

#exo #exo smut #exo suho #exo reactions #exo imagines #exo scenario #suho #junmyeon #kim junmyeon #suho smut #suho scenario #suho imagine #suho reaction #junmyeon smut #junmyeon imagine #junmyeon scenario

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littlesugarwords · 5 years

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Any modern day hcs of the Ericson kids + James you believe we oughta know? Sincerely, a hoe for your amazing writing! (PS, I'm about to go from hoe to thottie cause I love you)

love this omg

Violet loves pottery.

She doesn’t tell anyone because she thinks she’ll be made fun of.

Especially by Louis.

Louis is the hardcore theatre kid.

Like, the kid that lives and breathes theatre.

He goes all out for every performance.

Even if he’s just a background character.

James has long hair.

He always ties it back into a man bun.

Clementine always pokes it to tease him for it.

But James loves it.

And defends it always.

Ruby tried to take to take cooking as an elective so she could impress Aasim.

She burnt everything.

Almost failed the class.

Omar worked with her every school night for 3 weeks to help her practice.

Until she passed.

Barely.

Marlon’s the captain of the football team.

But is constantly failing classes that he’s always on the verge of being kicked off.

Not because he’s dumb.

But because he’s too busy being a flirt to care.

James goes hard when he parties.

He normally goes out with Mitch.

Because Mitch is the only one who goes as hard as him.

AJ and Tenn hang out all the time.

Being neighbours, it’s almost every day.

They’re practically brothers.

Violet is crazy phone addicted.

Normally it’s because she’s texting Brody.

They complain about the world together most of the time.

And are complete best friends.

Clementine draws.

Mostly in her room, but everywhere.

In notebook pages.

During lunch hour.

In class.

During lectures.

Her teachers hate it, but also admire it.

She has a passion and they want her to follow it.

Even if it means she doodles rather than listens.

Aasim is the head of the debate team.

Ruby attends all of his practices.

Smiling and clapping at all the wrong times.

She has no idea what’s going on.

Aasim thinks it’s adorable.

Marlon volunteers at the animal shelter during the weekends.

And loves it.

And all of the dogs love him.

James voted for Mitch as class president as a joke.

Aasim was also in the running.

And Marlon.

When Mitch won, he and Marlon laughed.

Aasim was livid.

Mitch kept the class president position.

He wasn’t half bad.

And Aasim helped him run everything.

So he could still do the work without the public glory.

He didn’t like being in the spotlight.

This was best for both of them.

Brody wants to be a lawyer.

So, she joins the debate team.

But she’s too scared to actually debate.

She doesn’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.

She normally ends up sitting on the sidelines with Ruby.

Louis tries to cook to impress people he likes.

But he only knows how to make puffed wheat squares.

Horribly.

So normally he doesn’t impress a lot of people.

Violet runs a witch blog.

And it’s mega successful.

Ruby wears sundresses almost everyday.

Aasim thinks it’s adorable.

And Clementine always compliments her.

It makes Ruby feel empowered.

Louis is trying to be a YouTuber.

And makes skits for fun.

Clementine watches them every week.

As does Marlon.

They’re normally pretty good for his small following.

But he never cares about the numbers.

“It’s just doing what I love!”

Brody and Violet dress up for Violet’s blog.

And they always have a blast.

Snapping pictures and giggling the whole while.

Brody and Violet always invite Clem to their sleepovers.

Even if she sometimes feels like a third wheel.

They always include her in their gossip and movie-watching fun.

And when she feels lost, she’ll doodle in her sketch book.

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noahsfreckles · 5 years

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Keeping Secrets from Strangers (13)

The morning of Valentine's Day I wake up to a few notifications.

1 new text from Lexi 1 new text from Kyle 2 new tweets from Noah 1 new photo from Noah

Lexi🤪: Happy Valentine's Day baby 💋💋💕💕 Kyle: happy Valentine's Day. ♥️♥️

Stuvi says happy Valentine's Day 💕💕

Mia to Lexi: happy Valentine's Day baby!! ♥️♥️

Mia to Kyle: happy Valentine's Day. Mia: how's he doing?

Kyle: he says he's okay but I know he's far from it.

Mia: I'm really trying Kyle.

Kyle: I know. Kyle: I told him you weren't mad at him but he argued with me so I dropped it.

Mia: I'm sorry I put you in the middle of this whole thing.

Kyle: it's okay babe

Mia: ♥️

I get out of bed and go get ready for the day. I take a long shower and get dressed. I pick out a light pink t shirt that has a conversation heart that says kiss me above my heart in black, some ripped black jeans and my black vans. I walk back in the bathroom and start on my hair. I put it up in a messy ponytail. I head downstairs to grab an orange juice and my keys.

"Honey?"

"Yes mom?"

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"Yeah, Lexi and I are hanging out at her house and watching scary movies so I won't be home tonight."

"Okay honey. Have fun."

"Do you and dad have plans?"

"Yeah, he's taking me for dinner and a movie."

"Aww."

She laughs.

"Well I better go before she starts texting me."

"Oh your dad fixed your radio so everything should be working fine."

"Yay," I giggle and turn and grab my keys.

I get out to my Jeep and start to get in when I see a box, a small card, and a rose on my seat. I look around to see if I see anyone and don't. I pick them all up and sit them carefully in the passenger side, smelling the rose. I have a feeling I know who this is from; Noah.

I head out to Lexi's. I arrive at her house and get out, I grab the items from the passenger side and go knock on the door.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" She yells when she opens the door.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" I yell back, she lets me in and we head up to her room.

"What all this?" She points at the rose, card, and present.

"Found it in my Jeep when I came over."

"Oh?"

"I think it's from Noah."

"I hope or you have a very scary secret admirer."

I sit down on the bed and open the card first;

Mia,

Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have a great day.

Love, Noah.

Ps. Sorry I flipped out at Starbucks and broke the rule of staying away but I wanted you to have something no matter how you feel about me. Xoxo

"Lexi," I whine and show her the card.

"Aww Noah."

"I know."

"What did he get you?" She asks as she smells the rose.

I start to open the present which turns out to be more than one gift; a small box of conversation hearts, the beautiful phone case he 'stole', and a baby blue friendship bracelet that says Mia in black.

"I don't deserve him," I say and look at Lexi.

She smiles and asks, "Have you talked to him yet?"

I shake my head no. "I'm not ready yet. I've been thinking about what Kyle said about today and forgiving him but I'm not ready."

"Okay. Let's just enjoy today and not worry about anything."

"Yes ma'am," I smirk at her. "Will you do me one favor before I shush and watch movies?"

"Depending on what it is'" she looks at me.

"Will you put this on me?," I hold up the bracelet.

"Of course, Love."

She takes the bracelet from me and helps me tie it on.

"Don't tie it too tight."

"Oh sorry. How's that?"

"Perfect."

I grab the phone case and put it on my phone and we go back to watching movies.

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Get in loser we're going shopping 🛒 😂

@noahcent: having a quiet night at home.

"Why are girls so thotty to Noah?" I say randomly to Lexi after Noah tweets about having a night at home.

"Everyone loves him and wants to get with him, like they have a chance."

"I guess."

"Hey no more Noah talking. Only movie talking."

"Sorry. What movie should we watch next?"

"Um, I think we only have My Bloody Valentine's and House of Wax."

"House of Wax for sure. I love when Paris gets killed."

"Of course you would, you freak."

I stick my tongue out at her, getting up and put the movie in and we start watching.

Around 10:30 I look over and Lexi is sleeping and laugh softly. My phone vibrates next to me, I unlock it and read the notification which opens twitter;

I bite my lip and take a deep breath.

Mia: what's Noah's address?

Kyle: took you long enough 😉 Kyle: 1362 S. Olive St apt 13B

Mia: thank you.

I quickly and quietly get off the bed and go into Lexi's bathroom, I quickly freshen up, spraying Love Spell on, quickly fix my hair and grab my bag from the floor.

I rush downstairs and out the door. I run to my Jeep and get in. I put the address Kyle have me into my gps and follow the directions. I drive by CVS and I pull in, I quickly go in and go right for the candy and start scanning for the candy I'm looking for. I see it, grabbing a bag and another surprise if everything goes well and head to the cashier.

I get back in my Jeep with everything and toss everything carefully in my bag and head to his building. I park in the garage, I grab my bag and rush inside to find the elevator. Once I find it I press the up elevator button. The doors open and I get on and press 13. The elevator rises to the thirteenth floor, I get out and look for his apartment door.

13B!

I quickly run over to the door and knock on it quickly. I wait patiently for the door to open. But it never comes so I knock again harder.

"Come on Noah, answer the door," I groan.

I hear the deadbolt click, I bite my lip and look at the door as it slowly opens.

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The main plot of The Room is very simple and God I wish I lived in the universe in which it weren’t, just to see, what it would’ve been like if the director were allowed to go fucking ham on the script. It reads like something I’d have written when I was like 9, only to go back and remove the more blatantly unrealistic elements (pirates) and insert in a lot of what my 9 year old idea of Adult Drama would be.

It’s about a woman (Lisa) who cheats on her fiance (Johnny) with his best friend (Mark), because she’s fallen out of love with him, and the inaction of everyone involved as well as the transgression itself drives Johnny to commit suicide.

I kinda wanna make a shittily edited montage with scenes of Mark and Johnny to Even In Death or My Immortal or something like that by Amy Lee but I don’t know how to edit video, so that’s out, for now.

There are a few unresolved subplots as well which I’ll get to later.

The film introduces the two main characters, Johnny and Lisa, by Johnny giving Lisa a red dress as a gift. If a man got me a sexy red dress as a gift I’d kill him. Fucking dresses and flowers and petals he’s just PERFORMING romance. He performs EVERYTHING with symbolic shorthand “oh, how do people act, men play catch I think? Eeeerrrrr then I will have my men play catch. In SUITS. Yeah this is humanity I fuckin’ nailed it.”

There’s a running thread throughout this movie, wherein Johnny’s primary mode of affection is incredibly materialistic, and his friends value him primarily for what he can do for them on a financial/material scale. #Crapitalism. Similarly Lisa is only ever valued by other people for her external appearance cuz all the men are thotty creeps.

Blaa blaa fucking blaa dichotomy between realism crossing into surrealism Tommy Wiseau’s a misogynist and I can and will fucking make Lisa an interesting character blaa blaa fucking blaa nobody's going to read this fuck you.

Lisa is the surreal element- every other character is pretty fuckin’ preoccupied in their social status and place in their society and maintaining it, bitch gets what she wants she ain’t about that conformity. I mean she’s also an adulterer but fucking hell I have to impose depth art is interpretive blaa blaa fucking blaa why did I delete my blog I don’t remember anyone’s URL LMAO.

Anyway I guess there’s something to be said for Johnny destroying all his possessions at the climax of the movie. Once he loses his trophy woman to his best friend he has nothing left, does he? He really has nothing going for him. I mean he has his job still but when he loses his already pretty flimsy social life all he has left are his materialistic possessions and they can’t exactly do therapy at him. But his entire life is his job and what he can possess. Destroying the only things he has left is self destruction. SHE TORE HIM APART.

Ripping Lisa’s red dress at the end is a symbolic murder-- because I don’t believe he ever saw Lisa as her own person. He saw her as another thing he could possess. A symbol of status he could dress up. A material. Lisa may as well have been a bit of red fabric. After all the momentum of the film often halts just to have characters comment on her hotness. Supporting this statement is the fact that, although she was lying about physical abuse, he does get pretty physical with her soon after. Foreshadowing? Fuck if I know, this movie wasn’t made competently. Was I written competently? Am I going to spiral before I die? Questions questions! All of them edgy!

I wonder if there are any shitty fanfics written about Tommy Wiseau on wattpad. I’m not looking. But I fucking wonder.

Nevermind I looked and there’s “Trapped On An Island With Tommy Wiseau”. Fucking. Glorious. Why didn’t I pick THAT to over analyse? Holy fucking shit it’s amazing. I want to know where THAT story is going.

Whatever.

So anyway, people repeat themselves when they talk sometimes, and they do it in the movie as well. That’s cool. That’s good. That adds some naturalism to it. That makes it seem like real people talking and not actors. Yeah.

EXCEPT IT DIVES ASS OVER TEAKETTLE INTO SURREALISM! When those people repeat themselves in ways that don’t make sense as a shorthand way to progress the scene. It’s just a single step removed from [INSERT SOMETHING TO CHANGE THE SCENE HERE]. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

It’s something isn’t it. Damn. Yep. I’m chewing gum with the paper still on it just to see what happens. Hope it’s not poisoooooooon.

Aw hell I had to talk about the subplots. Iuno. INSERT SUBPLOT BLATHERING HERE. Danny took drugs. That was something. Amazingly the movie treats drugs and alcohol as bigger sins than attempted murder and assault! The characters do! Everyone does! Fucking glorious. IT’S NOT WHAT THE ILLICIT SUBSTANCES MAKE YOU DO UNDER THE INFLUENCE, IT’S THAT YA TOOK EM AT ALL! I forget what it means.

YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, NOCTURNE-DOLCE!!!

Yeah. I wonder if I could construct a shitty emo poem using only lines of dialogue from The Room.

Don't leave I need you, I love you Everything is going wrong

You don’t want to talk to me

They trick me They didn't keep their promise They betray me, and I don't care anymore

You are TEARING ME APART

I don’t care

Everything is not okay

Don’t worry about it

It’s definitely shitty.

The more I think on it the more I realize that Lisa is literally the only character that develops as the movie goes on. I mean her development is basically “HOT ADULTERER IS EVIL WOMAN BITCH” but, yknow, at least she’s not like poor dumb Mark who has sex with her countless times and still manages to be stunned when she proposistions him for sex.

Arguably she’s also the only character that shows any kind of agency; all the other characters seem to have their patterns. Mark asks her “why are you doing this to me” as if he’s a totally passive, blameless bystander, each scene with Claudette is exactly the same as the last, etc. The only character that really advances the plot is Lisa.

Lisa: agent of chaos and change. I unironically adore the PISS out of her dialogue. Check it the fuck out:

You know, I really loved Johnny at first. Everything’s changed. I need more from life than what Johnny can give me. Suddenly my eyes are wide open and I can see everything so clearly. I want it all.

If he can’t give me what I want, somebody else will.

You have to take as much as you can. You have to live, live, live.

I don’t see what the big deal is. Doesn’t everybody look out for number one? Don’t I deserve the best?

There is no baby. I told him that to make it interesting. We’re probably going to have a baby eventually anyway.

I am not responsible for Johnny. I’m through with that. I’m changing. I have the right, don’t I? People are changing all the time. I have to think about my future. What’s it to you?

Hot take: Lisa and Lola are the same character except one is a fish from Shark Tale and the other is Lisa from The Room.

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