#what? you try telling a giant orca what they can have for dinner

[mysticcomfort]

Day 7+8= Griff does what Griff wants

[sesamestreep]

(idk if this counts as a prompt, but...) duo of your choosing, "Shatterdome"

“Okay, but here’s my issue,” Sloan says, as she side-steps to avoid colliding with another pedestrian. “‘Kaiju’ and ‘jaeger’ are actual, real words.”

Don tries to give her a searching look, but with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, the angles just don’t line up right. “Yes, I know,” he says, drily. “I was also paying attention at the beginning of the film, when they gave us that vocab lesson.”

“Right. Exactly!” Sloan says, gesturing emphatically. “So, what in the fuck is a ‘shatterdome’ then?”

“It’s like a military base, but for the, you know, jaegers.”

She scoffs in response. “But why not just say ‘military base’? Why invent a new word for only that?”

“This is really what stuck with you about ‘Pacific Rim’?” Don asks. “The terminology?”

Their plan for the evening had actually been to see that documentary about whales that no one at work can shut up about, but someone—Don isn’t naming names, of course—had misread the showtimes online—it was Sloan, but she insists that it was actually the website that was wrong, not her, and therefore none of this was her fault—and they’d shown up to buy tickets fifteen minutes after the film started. On impulse, he’d suggested they see whatever the next available movie was, which is how he and Sloan ended up seeing Pacific Rim on their date.

They’re walking home now—or rather, they’re walking with no particular destination in mind and eventually one of them is going to have to say something about it and then they’ll have to decide if they’re calling it a night now or if he’s going back to her place or she’s going back to his and what that entails exactly. But for right now, it’s simple and easy. It’s just the two of them walking through the Village, along with the press of everyone else out to dinner or drinks on a muggy, summer evening. Normally, crowds make Sloan nervous, on edge with the possibility of being recognized, so he keeps waiting for her to shake off the arm he has draped over her shoulders, but she hasn’t yet. When he casts a sidelong glance in her direction, she looks completely at ease, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jeans. She looks happy, he thinks, and thank god for that. It’s only been a few weeks since Charlie’s funeral, and it hasn’t exactly been smooth sailing so far with Mac at the helm of the news division. Don has every confidence things will get better eventually, once she bends Pruit to her indomitable will, but the transition period has been rough on everyone.

It’s why he’s secretly glad that they didn’t get to see the damn documentary about orca whales and instead got to watch two hours of giant CGI robots punching giant CGI aliens. It was exactly the bout of escapism he didn’t know he needed after yet another stressful week. He tightens his hold on Sloan, who puts an arm around his waist to pull herself in closer and rests her head on his shoulder. The soft smile she’s clearly trying to fight off suggests she probably feels the same way. There’s always going to be more opportunities to feel guilty about SeaWorld in the future; they can let themselves off the hook just this once.

“It doesn’t really bother me that much,” she says, after a moment.

“And yet you look so thoughtful.”

She laughs, and tries to bury her face in his shoulder. “I just can’t tell you what I’m actually thinking.”

“Well, now I have to know.”

Sloan sighs, as if this is a huge burden for her, but he can tell she’s also dying to tell someone her thoughts. “I’m thinking about how kaiju attacks would impact international trade routes.”

Don stops abruptly—normally a crime punishable by death on a New York City sidewalk, but luckily they’re right by a crosswalk—and turns Sloan to look at him. “Sorry, are you seriously worried about the theoretical impact of a fictional alien invasion on the global economy?” He asks.

“I wouldn’t say worried, exactly,” Sloan replies with a gentle eye roll. “I’m just thinking through the implications on various markets.”

Foot traffic starts to move around them, so Don pulls her into his side again so they can keep walking. “God,” he says, shaking his head, “I love the way your brain works.”

As soon as he hears the words out loud, he braces himself for things to get awkward, the way they always do when love or commitment or the future comes up between him and Sloan. It never happens, though; they just keep walking without missing a step, somehow. When he risks a look in her direction, she’s still got that small, pleased smile on her face. It might be even brighter now, he thinks, as her eyes meet his.

“Lucky me,” she says, so quietly he almost doesn’t catch it with all the noise on the streets around them. She tightens her hold on his waist as they continue on and she’s right, of course. Lucky is exactly the right word for them.

[kinkyacademia]

For Lady Lucifer! Can I please have some headcanons of Present Mic and Gang Orca (separately) with a S/O who's usually quiet and reserved, and how they would go about making them scream the hero's name in bed? 😈🔥🔥🔥 If you don't write for Kugo, then just Hizashi is fine. Thank you! 💗

hello i am lady lucifer, i has big red tritant in demon hell yes meJk on a real note, Lucifer passed this onto me b/c it had Sakamata in it and I said I’d try my hand at him.Warning: Explicit content. Lemon.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

🔊Hizashi adored you. Everything about you-especially the parts only he knew of. He enjoyed getting to be the only person who could get a reaction out of you. Your stoic expressions would twitch and transform in bed, but one thing he had never gotten you to do is scream. You would whimper, gasp, moan, even groan, but scream? He’d made you cum three times before and the most he got was a mumbled yes and a bit of spazzing. He was as loud as loud can get in bed and out of bed and really anywhere for that matter - how could he get you to scream?

🔊Maybe three wasn’t enough! He tried going for five, but after four you claimed that they were starting to hurt, so he stopped and had a mini existential crisis that led to him going to the soundproof room in the house and screaming until he cleared his mind. Wait that was it!

🔊The next morning he dragged you into his special soundproof room. Technically you weren’t supposed to be in there since he was capable of breaking eardrums, but today was all you, “I have work-” He stopped you there. This would be worth it.

🔊Everything was for you. He brought a vibrator (He loved the crimson blush you tried to hide whenever he got you a new toy) and placed it on the couch before pulling his hair back into a messy bun. After all, things were about to get quite messy.

🔊He noted that you were a bit louder in this room. After a full round of eating you out and using the vibrator at the same time (With a surprisingly focused face, you mentioned), he pressed his body against your own, reminding you that no one could hear you. You could let go and nobody would know about it.

🔊So you did. As he plowed you into the couch, doing everything he could to make this all about you, you moaned loudly. You got louder, and as you did, it brought a purr to his chest.

🔊“I’ll getcha a treat if you say my name,” He nibbled on your earlobe, then bit into your neck, eager to leave a love bite. You gasped, then covered your mouth and moaned his name. Fuck, that nearly made him release on the spot. His body was so hot, sweat gleaned off of both of your skin, but he held back for you. Soon enough he saw your orgasm coming. Your skin flushed, you went to cover your mouth with your hands, and your legs clamped around his body. He wouldn’t let you cover your mouth this time - he wanted to hear it. He needed it.

🔊“H…Hiz… Hizashi!” You shouted, and your second orgasm of the morning snapped your hips against his own. He could finally let himself go as well, being unable to hold back after your lewd scream. A triumphant grin lay across his face as he got up, checking the time on his phone.

“You better get a move on, (F/N)!”

Sakamata Kuugo (Gang Orca)

🐟He loved the stability you provided in his hectic hero life. You never faltered for a second, but he also knew you had emotions, they were just buried deep in your placid expression. Sometimes they peaked out when he would make love to you so carefully, so gently. He was a giant after all, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

🐟Perhaps that was what made him think you were holding back: he was too. Sometimes he had to take a break when his animalistic instincts told him to bruise your hips and leave you dazed. He hadn’t even asked your opinion on him being rough: after all, at heart he was a kind man.

🐟“What’s you opinion on how I am in bed?” He didn’t get much of a response other than that you liked it. But he wants you to love it. He took another bite of dinner before clearing his throat, “If I… was rougher, would you mind?” He saw a glimmer of interest in your eyes as you turned to him, giving him another calm and collected response. You told him that you loved him and would try anything for him, but he could sense the excitement in your voice. He had loved you long enough to pick on your subtle cues.

🐟After your dinner, he took you as desert. He ate you out over the counter top, picking you up and handling you like a rag doll. The expressions and sounds you made were so much more intense than usual, it was music to his ears. He wasn’t done, however. He didn’t want to actually break your hips, of course, so he picked you up bridal style and brought you to the bedroom, leaving your dishes on the table. They were tomorrow’s worry: he was focused on you.

🐟He applied generous lubrication to his member before picking you up and placing you on his lap. Usually you two did missionary - it was easy, traditional, but he was strong enough to hold a car. He placed you down, then gave a test thrust up. Your gasp of surprise was indicative enough: this position brought you both a lot of pleasure. His large hands enveloped your waist and he was bringing you down to his thrusts, going as deep as possible. You couldn’t find a proper grip on his chest, and ended up grabbing his biceps, admiring how they contracted every time he mercilessly brought you down for more bliss.

🐟“I… Love this, K-Kuugo,” Your voice was hoarse, and you were panting like a dog. His expressions were hard to read despite how openly he displayed them. You could tell he was grinning ear to ear.

“Me too,” Apparently he still had a lot of stamina left to go, his voice was even and gleeful, “I liked that.” You asked what he meant, and he requested for you to say his name again. You moaned it, and he trilled in delight.

🐟When you came for the first time, you gasped and let out a strangled shout. It was so much more intense than usual, and lasted longer than you expected. Your shout morphed into his name, “Kuugo!” You brought his own climax quickly when you did that, and he buried himself inside of you, now breathing heavily. You were finally able to put your head on his chest, the rubbery skin now thick with sweat. He sighed happily, whispering sweet nothing into your ear and asking if you needed anything.

🐟He got you a glass of water and a hot towel, apologizing a few times for how he manhandled you. You had to thank him - it was the best sex you two had ever had. Both of you agreed it was your best in your entire life, “We should do it like that when we’re ready for kids,” That was for sure.

P.S. I asked Pasta if they wanted this one because I wanted you to have the best of both worlds my Little Rogue, seems as I don’t write for Kuugo.

~Lady Lucifer🐾🐾

[thecosmiccuttlefish]

Brave by Character

May 28th 2017

10:34pm

See, I’m actually a brave person by nature. I believe that. Truly I do. However, my obsessions which promise strength by completion actually do more to weaken me.

Today, I went and spoke at an environmental rally. I performed a poem-

I’m hungry... I probably needed a bigger snack.

Anyways! When I got there, who happened to be there but none other than the leader of a political party. I would’ve wanted to say high but I was suffering with so much anxiety I couldn’t bring myself to even take a walk. I couldn’t even bring myself to meditate. It was a beautiful day, the trees were rustling, the weather was warm, but with every breath I tried to take came a wave of anxious thoughts. I couldn’t handle it- “I’m going to kill myself” just like that.

I got up the nerve to awkwardly shake the hand of the lady. “Hi. I’m speaking here too.”

“What’s you’re name?” She asked

I told her.

“Congratulations.” She said. “Pleasure to meet you.” When I sat back down my mum asked: “What did you say?”

“Oh. I just said hi. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.” “You should’ve asked for a selfie.”

I let out a groan.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Does that make you feel like you have to do it now? I’m sorry.”

I put my head in my baseball cap and began to mutter the affirmations I’m meant to practice.

“Ouch....this hurts... suffering...all apart of the human condition...may I be kind to myself, may I be gentle with myself, may I love myself.”

Finally, I admitted I was a tad hungry, so I walked over to the booth where they had snacks with my mum? “Are you hungry walkers?” “No.” I replied.

“Well... feel free to take anything! We have lots.”

I know she refereed to my mum and me as “friends”

Anyways, once I had an orange, protein gummies, and a blueberry fig bar I was FUH-REAKIN’ golden. Blood sugar matters.

That’s basically how I went from being too scared to approach a political party leader/ go back for a selfie to flying a giant orca whale kite around a park with 100-200ish people sitting in random places.

It’s amazing what happens when you ask!

The poetry went well, people laughed at my joke-ish, and I talked about the important of inclusivity in the environmental movement.

Also, as I was leaving, and said goodbye to the wonderful bro who hooked me up with the deal and introduced me by looking at me and saying “Welcoming... the beautiful... words of Margo...” a lady ran up to me and gave me an opportunity to perform somewhere else.

So it’s true what they say, each gig is an audition for another one.

This eating disorder has stolen so much from me. Eating disorders steal so much from people. This is important, it steals more than your period, more than your weight, more than your touch with reality, it robs you of the notion that you are worthy.

Like, worthy of doing very basic things, like what you love. There is no time for this incredible passion and love when all you focus on is your weight and eating as little as possible.

Driving to the event today I realized how my ED has tricked me into thinking I’m not worthy of even trying. Not worthy of doing my best with my performances and writings. It tells me I am not enough, and I can only be enough if I do thrity burpees, 60 reverse push ups, a massive and very specific run. It doesn’t let me believe I am enough, that my love is enough.

Mum and I discerned today that writing a play, or doing that makes me feel guilty because it’s so easy and relaxing, it’s on the same level as eating an ice cream.

That crap.

On the way home I saw dad, I went for a walk with him, although mum thought we were out too long... got a bit peeved. We all started to argue but ended it with “Whatever.”

Then Bryn, Brody and I went to the beach after dinner. Not gonna lie, I was frightened. When I saw some people on top of the cliffs, maybe going to jump or do back flips or something, I paused “I don’t know fam.” I said.

The obsessions were going to tell me to swim and touch stuff. The dock, that buoy, the bottom. Luckily, Bryn was there to stop me and call me in. I’m glad I waited for her,

And we all blew off the tense energy with a really fun water fight. Brody was going on about how my water gun was old, and so it would only be effective if I snuck up on them, but it turns out age translated to power in that context. Bryn described the watery jet that came from my purple and orange water gun as “Tiny Needles” Eventually they both shot it at me.  Mum and Dad came down and smiled as they watched us

Even though I was scared to go into the water, I was the first one to dunk my head.

As I explained to Bryn, “No. I do want to go swimming, I’m just scared because of what my obsessions might make me do.” Doing scary things without obsessions driving you means relearning bravery all over again.

But I’m learning.

“I know!” Said Brody. “Margo, you hold your breath and swim from this side to that side, but if you pop up for air you get spraye-” “No.” Bryn cut in. She knows what is triggering for me. “...How about just a plain old water fight?” Suggested Brody

I’m getting stronger. Even though I protested milk at dinner tonight. I drank it later. “Okay, Okay, Okay, Okay.” Said dad in an irritated cadence.

I’m naturally brave after all. <3