#whyyy so much muscle

[ohwowimlonley]

Can someone explain to me why my 5 month old puppy is so hench

[riverofrainbows]

I have sore muscles in the back of my knees, i did not know this was possible

[cckaisen]

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝓑𝓡𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓕𝓤𝓒𝓚𝓔𝓡, sukuna ryomen !

boyfriend’s older brother!sukuna. while little bro yuji spits up his liquor in the bathroom, sukuna takes care of his girl, finally fucking her like she deserves.

ಇ. summary. sukuna brother au, fem reader, infidelity, yuji throws up so emeto. warning, manipulation, pussy slapping, biting, some predator/prey elements, size kink, dumbification, squirting, reader is intoxicated but aware, rough kuna but he switches up:3, regret/moral conflict, angst towards the end cuz ‘m a certified yapper. wc, 4.6k.

ಇ. note. been a whore for sukuna lately but i fully blame gege for drawing him so majestic. if evil then why gorgeous, hm??? we’re onto u gege. we know u love a felon. confess already.

the door to the itadori household bursts open and in floods a typhoon of drunken chaos and laughter.

drowning in giggles, yuji has his arm thrown over your aching shoulders, humming along to some kind of song. without you, he wouldn't be upright—a jumbling, intoxicated mess.

you're mostly sober, fighting to get him to the bathroom since he was heaving in the taxi.

"whyyy do ya build me upp~" he slurs, a bumbling flurried version of himself, smothering your cheek in wet kisses that have you wriggling away. "butterrrcuppp baby, jus' t'let me downnn...!"

"yuji!" you shriek, the weight of him growing more unbearable as you try to keep him up. his breath is drenched with the heavy scent of liquor. "baby, y'gotta focus or we're not gonna make it to the—"

"—and mess m'rounddd!"

"yuji—'nuff!" you groan loudly as he drapes himself over. at this rate, you might just collapse into a heap on the floor, overcome by his weight as well as the lesser, still relevant amount of alcohol you consumed at the club.

suddenly, the patter of footsteps have you perking up. sukuna—yuji's big brother—rounds the corner, gaunt features sharp with agitation. he must've woken up when the two of you came barreling in.

"sukuna—hi," you can't help the relief that bursts through your chest, evident in the way you exhale.

sukuna notes the way your knees tremble, his brother blabbering embarrassingly on top of you. he puts aside the urge to laugh, figuring he'd spare you just this once.

"here. i got 'im." without any trouble, sukuna drags his little brother under his arm, putting your strength to shame. with the weight lifted, you finally have chance to relax, rolling your arm and letting out a loud sigh of relief.

"thank you. ow—pain."

you stumble, and the broader of the two brothers chuckles, crimson gaze soaking up your body in that dress while you're distracted. "you carried him all the way home?"

"mhm. practically sprawled out on my lap in the taxi. the driver and i had to team up to get him outta there," you whine as you kick off your heels. those stupid things had you wincing terribly most of the night. yuji said they were sexy. as much as you love him, you’re more than sure you will not be wearing them again anytime soon.

"you should've called me." sukuna's features scrunch in disgust as yuji keeps singing in his hold.

"i-i-i neeeeed youu~"

"fuckin' a, did he drink the whole bar?"

"pretty much," you reply, shrugging off your coat and following behind the pair of brothers. yuji looks so funny, almost small despite his lean stature, looking deceivingly short compared to sukuna. "he made a bet with todo and lost."

the sober man grunts as he knocks open the bathroom door, holding up yuji in his other arm. his muscles flex underneath his shirt, stretching the dark cotton, where your eyes briefly linger.

you avert your attention to yuji instead, amusement melting into concern for your boyfriend.

not sharing the same sentiment, sukuna drops him down by the toilet, putting up the lid with a smack and purposely shoving yuji's head into the bowl a little harder than necessary. "theree ya go, dumbass," sukuna grunts, slapping his back as he finally pukes up. "just barely made it."

and you're sure glad he did, thanking the gods your dress had been spared amidst the drama. with the way he'd been acting, you were never sure that you would be safe from the bile climbing his throat, cringing fearfully at times.

you feel much better now that sukuna has taken over. he's older, well-versed in trivial matters like this. yuji's already told you all about his university days, the drunken nights, the fighting—

you curse your thoughts for sprawling so suddenly, shooing off your rodent-like curiosity.

their relationship struggled at times. especially so back then, but things are different now. and as much as sukuna pretends not to care for his little brother, he clearly does, at least a little. after all, the pink tresses of your boyfriends hair are ruffled in his thick hand before he lets go fully.

then sukuna walks on in a rugged stride, leaving yuji to it. on the way out, he knocks your shoulder with his. you can't tell if the action was playful, but you’re sure it wasn't hostile, at least. a little smile creeps onto your lips as your gaze follows him into the kitchen.

sukuna is weird.

he's weird because he's not like yuji in most ways; it's not necessarily a bad thing, but he's much, much harder to see through. with your boyfriend, most things are crystal clear. you can tell what he wants, what he needs, how he needs it. he'll tell you all about it—unselfishly, of course.

however, sukuna, you find, never reads so easily. and it's weird. you can't tell if you prefer it that way, or if you'd rather know what he's thinking.

especially since you're certain you just caught his eyes slithering along your curves.

anyway.

wanting to give yuji some privacy, you pull the door shut, the sound of his gags growing muffled. you half-jog-half-limp to the kitchen, preparing a glass of cold water to ease his throat once it's all over.

unbothered, sukuna leans his back against the counter, scrolling on his phone like this is just another night to him. it's weird.

you start wondering, drawing up the conclusion that this might be first time you and him have ever been alone, in a way. yuji is there, but not really, if you know what i mean. not mentally, anyway.

before you can finish that thought, you deliver the glass to yuji, crouching down to his level and rubbing his back with careful affection. "got you some water, baby. right here, by your hand." you take it gently, guiding it towards the glass.

he's not throwing up so much now, just laying there, waiting for the next wave of nausea to crash over him. his fingers respond to the glass, wrapping around it. "thanks, hic—y're so good t'me..."

you smile warmly, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek. you couldn't care less that he reeks of all kinds of concoctions and puke all rolled up together, wanting to be there for him regardless as you know he would for you.

you whisper a few more reassuring words to him before taking your leave, giving him some time to recover by himself. the bathroom door clicks shut. forgetting all about the third party, you let your back press against it, head jilting as a sigh slips out.

"he worn ya down that much?" sukuna snorts at the display, looking up from his phone.

despite your initial surprise, you laugh too. "he doesn't usually. it's just... been a busy night, i guess. i think he'll pass out in there."

sukuna briefly dips his head into the fridge, getting out a chartreuse-tinted bottle of something. "one would hope. you want one?"

"you're being weirdly nice." you blurt suspiciously, smirking. oh god. maybe the alcohol was starting to work you over, too, because you definitely weren't supposed to say that. sometimes it's better not to ask, someone told you once.

sukuna pulls a face that makes you wish you could crawl out of your skin on command, even though there's technically logic behind your last words.

"am i usually mean?"

"n-no, i just mean—" fuck, stop talking. with growing embarrassment, you shake your head, "nothing. sorry. that was assumptive."

the way you initially scrambled to answer appealed to some wicked humor in him as he laughed. "yeah, it was. so yes or no?"

"yes," you sigh, shoulders slumping in admission, knowing you probably needed it. especially after whatever that was. your head is pounding—god, someone should put me down.

sukuna opens up your bottle with his teeth as you hop up on the counter, watching each other. all had gone quiet behind you. sukuna handed you the drink with the lid still between his teeth, venom swirling in his eyes when he saw the way yours lingered on the gesture.

slowly, you took the bottle, pressing the rim up to your lips before taking a sip. it bubbles in your mouth, sparkling on your tongue before you swallow it down. the burn is a little unpleasant, but you manage.

"any good?" sukuna asks.

"'s okay," you shrug, reading the bottle, pretending like any of it made sense. "a little bitter."

"you like 'em sweet?" the taller man frowns, sorting through the cupboards for something that you're too immersed to ask about.

"kinda. but too much makes me sick," you explain, scrunching your nose at the thought. "i like a balance."

"oh, really?" sukuna snorts as if you've just said the funniest thing in the world.

in one confused motion, you lower your brows. and jilt your head, wondering what's with the sudden jest. "yeah, uh... is that funny?"

sukuna raises his brows, shaking his head, some glasses clinking. "no, not funny. nothin's funny."

he really knows how to make a person feel small, you'd give him that much.

you avert your gaze, heart crawling up into your cheeks. "okay, well..."

"what about you?" he interjects, sparking up another tiny bit of annoyance in you again. not that you knew what you were gonna say anyways. it most likely would've been embarrassing anyway, making you shrink even more, wanting yuji to come out already—

"what about me?" you wonder, your voice meeker than before. curious and cautious, tip-toeing around his words. is there something you're hiding?

"are you the sticking-around or screwing-around type?"

"oh, right," you laugh, making sense of his question. it's big one, though. kind of sprung on you. still, you manage to respond, just telling him what you know while glowing with intoxication, "well, we've only been going out a couple months."

you're more focused on the way he's watching you than you are on actually answering. his eyes are sharp and torrid in comparison to his little brother's, and the way he gazes down rather than looks at you has something in you stirring, writihing hotly beneath your skin.

it's exciting. why is it exciting? there's a giddiness that gyres in the pit of your gut like a ballerina, pirouettes and grands jetés, heat cooking and simmering through your veins. it's terrible. it's weird.

"well, you can't blame me for being protective." sukuna shrugs. "he seems to really like you."

while what he's saying rings true, there's a chord slightly off-key, something askew that you can't place. is he closer than before?

you ignore it, trying on a smile. "well, feeling's mutual."

you take another sip from the bottle, the cool rim settling on your lips, sparks igniting on your tongue, the same routine replaying. you don't even think before adding gleefully, "and he's like, a jazillion times more sane than my last boyfriend, so i'm happy."

"are you?" sukuna asks, serious.

it was like flipping a switch. he was laughing, now he's earnest, and you were just entirely confused, his meaning lost on you, like you're the last in line in a game of chinese whispers. he caught you off guard with that one. and he knows it, too, carmine eyes feasting on your discomfort.

your smile falters slightly before you nod. "yeah."

"okay." he just says.

now you were really starting to get pissed off with him. whatever he's doing, it's stupid. he might as well have you cornered, except you've done nothing wrong, and yet he's prancing around you with a tone of prolific doubt. as if he knows something about you that you yourself don't.

"what?" you demand, equally serious now, smile wiped clean off. the air turns thick.

sukuna shrugs his shoulders again and you swear you have to fight off a sneer. "nothing."

is he casting doubt on your love for yuji? is that what this is? is he trying to tell you you're not good enough for him? that even though you trudged half a mile in those huge stupid heels just because he said they looked hot on you—carrying his dead weight, might i add, as he was screeching a song you'd never heard in your ear—that all of that was just for laughs, and there were no real feelings behind those actions? is that seriously what he's getting at?

sukuna wants to laugh so bad. your face is all screwed up, cheeks puffed out and burning a deep red. oh, how it fuels him. your stubbornness, that endearing naivety that clings to you like all your modest perfumes, the one that lingers in yuji's room, occasionally in his clothes, infecting every dark corner of his mind—and now you know how it feels to be tortured by him.

"you want some water?" the man asks casually. your mind is on fire, your thoughts more blaring than you would probably think. it's written all over you.

his question makes your shoulders drop, feeling stupid all over again. what are you getting so worked up for? you're secure in your feelings for yuji. as his brother, sukuna has every right to feel concern for him. there really is no need for you to be acting like this.

he's playing you like a damn flute.

"yes, please." you answer a lot more softly, pulling your hair around to one side. you'd been bratty without cause, assumptive, again. you really need to stop mischaracterizing him. after all, he's no monster. "i think all the drinks are finally getting to my head a little."

he starts filling up a glass, grinning at you over his shoulder, mischief playing in his slanted-eyes. "oh, don't tell me you were expecting anything bottled. tap's the best y're gonna get from us. hope you can handle it."

a smile works onto your lips as you finally start to loosen up again, legs swinging gently off the side of the counter. playing along, you wince. "oh yeah, well, i usually only drink expensive, you know, mineral-rich—"

"yeah."

he's suddenly between your legs, his mouth devouring your own, swallowing the terrified noise that begs to escape. for a moment, you're frozen in shock, eyes widening as you palms meet his chest in a forceful attempt at creating space.

sukuna juts back, forced away from you. his eyes crack open but are still like slits, dark, crawling with lust you hadn't previously noticed—no, acknowledged, because the choice has always been there.

he relishes in the terror that brims in your eyes at his visceral kiss. it feels natural, but not in the tender, motherly sense. like predator devouring prey. the natural order of life.

his hands are hot, gripping onto your thighs, digging into the tights he could easily rip to shreds, giving him full access to your warm cunt, to ruin you.

and yet he doesn't.

he waits for your eyes to droop, for you to lunge at him, accepting this twisted spiral of events, indulging his darkness. teeth clicking, tongues meeting messily in a sloppy kiss, drool gathering between you both as you crash together all at once, a train wreck of carnality. sukuna's hands are all over you, groping, slashing at the crotch of your tights. you gasp into his mouth as cold air meets the sobbing wetness of your cunt, followed by a slap to it.

"f-fuck! hey, who said you could—hmff!" you yelp as his hand clamps over your mouth suddenly, his scarlet eyes narrowing.

"brat, watch ya fuckin' mouth." sukuna warns as you grapple with him. his tattoos look especially menacing then, chiseling his features. "he's drunk. not deaf."

you nod, trying to tell him you understand. he releases your lips in an instant only to seize them again in his so forcefully.

yuji would never—could never take you like this, and you fucking know it. you know it with every gnaw, every squash of your tits that leaves you whining like a bitch in heat, every bite against your neck where you can feel the outline of his brother's teeth and a short gush of crimson.

rationality is lost on you as you mindlessly rut against him, your hands running up and down his back until you start tugging on his pants, eager to rid him of them.

meanwhile, sukuna's making a meal out of you—you make up half of his size, giving him complete control to do as ever he pleases.

every whine is met with a grunt. his cock must have been freed at some point as you feel his greedy hands lift you against him, your chests meeting, the sharp cold of the counter leaving your ass and feeling his palms spread you apart instead.

nothing could prepare you for the suddenness of which he fills you—you scream, half openly, half having shoved your face into his shoulder—aware his brother, your lover, is passed out over the toilet in the other room.

"shh, shh—fuckin' shit!" sukuna groans, features curling in erotic bliss.

he gluts you in ways yuji never has, the ways he'll never dare—with such cruel, carnal demand, to the brim, unkind, violent, and so, so fucking good.

as he breaches your womb, you claw his back raw through his shirt. a sob rips through you. sukuna does his best to keep you quiet. "shh... fuck. yer so fuckin' tight, girl. relax."

"t-tryin'... 'm so full..." you whine, eyes misting over with tears. it feels too good, you think...

"i know—" sukuna chokes, barely lifting you up on his cock, feeling your walls spasm around him. "fuck, what ya cryin' for?"

he feels too good.

"d-don't move yet, i'll cum," you gasp, and he hasn't even tried—sukuna's expression blanches.

"already?" he bursts out laughing in his brutish way, the side that yuji lacked entirely as the nicest person you've ever known; fuck. the humiliation makes your cunt squeeze again.

he lifts you up, your knees draped over his thick arms, foreheads meeting. your breaths intertwine, hot and treacherous, caressing each other's faces.

"ya know, i've fuckin' heard you, all those times."

"wh-what?" you stammer cluelessly, only half there, clinging to sukuna as he dangles you on his cock, your eyes crossing when he starts to bounce you on him.

"said i fuckin' heard you, you 'n yuji—'n shit, ya never got this loud, huh?" he smirks wickedly, feeling your body collapse hopelessly against him. he fucks you up and down on him, swallowing up your pathetic moans and whines like they were the last noise he'd ever hear. "been wanting to take ya like this, stretch yer dumb little cunt on me, fuckk—ya got no fuckin' idea, princess."

rocking up and down, you wail, head bobbing. sukuna can just see your little maw dangling open—it takes everything in him not to jam his fucking fingers in your throat until you drool and splutter around him.

"y—you wanted—this?" you struggle, feeling too good to make sense of anything, to think straight, to do anything other than take every rough kiss to your cervix, feeling your insides bruise and swell with lucid excitements.

"lemme guess, the brat cums too soon—never quite gets ya there, hm?" sukuna guesses correctly, making you whine and nod and babble.

"h-how did y—ah, fuck—!" he snapped his hips, picking up the speed as you wept on him. you'd never been fucked like this in your life, and your world was getting flipped on its head. when did your dress come down? you weren't sure—but now your tits were bouncing and sukuna wasn't gonna pass up the opportunity to tear into them.

"cuz, 's just obvious," sukuna rasps, teeth clamping down on your raised nipple, "can tell this sloppy pussy ain't gettin' treated right. not when she's—shit—creamin' all over me jus' from stickin' it in."

"'k—kuna, don't—ahh! fuck!"

"that's it girl, shit, c'mon," sukuna keeps picking you back up only to drop all your weight on his fat cock, his balls slapping against your ass, the slick you're gushing causing them to stick together.

your head is empty, devoid of anything except the chaos, the suddenness of it all, the shock, he's fucking you. your boyfriend's older brother is fucking you, and you've never felt so goddamn good.

there's this sudden wave. a wetness. an explosive feeling that crashes over you in one swift, predatory pounce. like when a deer gets suddenly ripped apart. your head straight up drops on sukuna's shoulder, and you're sobbing loudly, babbling words that can't be defined.

then all of a sudden, sukuna outright cackles; the sound bleeds into your ringing ears, head picking up off of his shoulder.

"no fuckin' way!" he roars with laughter. you wanna shush him, but you can't move—your nerve ends are all bursting to life, like fruitful grapes popping between two fingers. it's happening again, whatever that feeling is, whelming you; this time you his fingers rub back and forth harshly across your clit, but wait—

"dumb lil pussy's squirtin' already, hahh, shit—fuckin' christ, girl—" he's enamored, watching you cum in adorable little spurts, soaking his clothes, your tights, and the kitchen floor, covering everything in your stupid juices.

"you wanted this, goddamn—look at you."

your eyes are rolled back as he kisses you again, fingers tearing into your scalp, the lewd sound of your lips smacking together filling the air.

never in your fucking life. you'd never came like that, so violently, so carelessly, not without really, really trying. all sukuna had to do was pump you up and down on his cock, say a few words and you were spraying like a tap. how fucking pathetic.

and then he does it again. drags another one out of you, laughing.

you barely catch his next words.

"'m gonna fuckin' cum in ya."

"n—no—" you stumble out, barely coming to at the words, but their enough to fill you with at least some urgency. your ass is bruised at the back from being repeatedly slammed against the counter, the wind knocked out of you entirely. "d-don't, wait, you can't—"

"why the fuck not, hah?" sukuna rumbles. "don't tell me it's cuz'a—"

"—yuji," you sob.

it hits you. it hits you then, hard, at the worst time. a gut-punch, one that makes you heave. in less than half a second, a guilt strong enough to set your skin alight cultivates and wrecks each single sense. his cologne invades your nostrils, an imaginary sensation, forced to breathe its natural, tender nature as opposed to sukuna's harsh and crude and brooding one, the one you're drowning in. the one sticking to your skin.

your hand—finally letting go of sukuna's shoulder, where you were keeping yourself stable—slaps over your mouth, tears springing into your eyes.

"f—fuck, fuck, fuck!" sukuna chants, eyes scrunching as he gets lost in the pleasure. he's pounding you, knocking your eyes back still, not slowing his pace for anything. your leg flails once, but how can you fight when he's holding you up like this?

"'s—'kuna," you choke out brokenly, slapping his chest with whatever strength you can muster. your lip quivers, heart aching in your chest as you plead tearfully, "don't."

he'd never been considerate. he'd never 'made love'. not even now. he fucked. he lied, he slipped off condoms, he 'forgot' to pull out, all so many times before. it was clockwork to him. he could've easily done it again. lied. been selfish. blurred the lines. cheated consent.

put a baby in his little brother's whore girlfriend.

and yet sukuna weirdly found himself pulling out of you last second, one hand holding you up while the other jerked his cock until thick ropes of cum splattered up your dress with a strained grunt. his orgasm spoils at it hits, a rough ecstasy that's tattered along the edges and ultimately, ultimately unsatisfying. it barely scratches the surface. the heat of it hasn't even started leaving his body before he wants more, regrets not filling you up, every cell inside him clawing for it, starved and fucking addicted.

sukuna almost, almost crushes you against the island, dropping you on the counter again where your drenched cunt feels like it's been electrocuted when met with the cold so suddenly. you gasp, arching into him, searching for any kind of warmth.

but he rips away from you, turning his back. his touch is gone as soon as it came. any desire flatlines, ringing loudly, blaring in your sensitive ears. alarm bells.

what is this?

both your chests are heaving. there's no afterglow. it's messy, dirty, frantic. cheap. depraved.

and it seems like you aren't the only one.

"s-sukuna, i—"

CLICK.

lips snapping shut, you sit right up, head whipping around in the most deafeningly guilty sense ever. heart in your throat, your expression echoes one of pure horror, one you expect will reflect your boyfriend's when he realizes what's going on here.

yuji stumbles out of the bathroom, his mop of pink hair tousled and eyelids low. he hangs by the doorframe for several seconds, his head dropped, not even looking up. it takes only a few steps. they're slow, clumsy, lead him to the bedroom door. he doesn't notice. he doesn't notice.

his older brother and his girlfriend are feet away, covered in squirt and sperm and other dirty secrets. shame. guilt. some more than others.

and he just blunders into the bedroom, a loud 'thump', telling you that he made it to bed.

all you do is stare. your jaw stays slack.

you hear a zipper and, frazzled, quickly flit your head at sukuna. he's fixing his clothes, not paying you any mind.

you stare at his back, despairing.

"wh—you're just gonna...?" you stammer incredulously, trying to do the same but there's no fixing the gaping hole in your tights that reaches down to your mid thighs.

away from his gaze, him cum settles against the fabric of your torn up dress, pooling slowly in its place.

his cock, hardly soft, twitches again, urging his need. he ends up frozen for a moment, simply staring, before he numbly moves forward.

he leaves, leaving you sat on the counter as he storms out into the night, slamming the front door behind him.

you're alone there, stunned, cum up your dress that is almost but not quite your boyfriend's, the floor below you soaked, and a heartbeat in every part of your body.

trembling, you push yourself off of the counter.

vaguely aware of the layout of the house, you scramble to find some wipes and clean up the mess on the floor. after that, it takes at least 10 minutes to get the semen out of your dress, but even then, you feel filthy.

you sniffle over the sink, scrubbing soapy suds into your tainted skin. wanting to throw up.

what the fuck had you done?

you'd cheated. that's it. you cheated on the sweetest angel, your angel, yuji. the one entirely too gentle and trusting for this world. you betrayed him. a sob rips through you, shattering your core.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

as you sneak back into bed, fingers still shaking as they turn the handle to yuji's room, you don't even have the energy to change your clothes. you simply crawl into bed, too crushed to face him, not garnering the strength, knowing what you'd done. a tear slips down your cheek.

because you can't even regret it.

and before you know it, yuji's draping himself over you, his arms, pulling you against the haven of his chest, sighing against your neck.

"you made it..." he mumbles.

oh, how you want to sob when he says such a thing. "yeah," you nod, trying to suppress the break in your voice, "yeah, i'm here."

yuji grunts happily, snuggling you closer. "mmh, good."

you don't think you will ever forgive yourself.

"i love you." yuji says, blind to the truth.

but you swear it's not one-sided. "i love you," you admit, beginning to cry softly in his arms, wondering if it will be the last time you ever get the liberty of doing so again.

[mistyyyy]

Omg hiiii!

Uhhhh this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if I’m coming off too direct but idk any other way to do this. ✌️✌️

Can I request a pegging fic w/ Aizawa, where you’ve folded him in half are holding his legs down while his hands are bound. I’ve found little to no fics with a sub!aizawa, nonetheless fics that really hit the nail on the head for this mans character 😩😩😩.

Like- he’s trying not to give you a reaction.. but those strokes you’re giving him 🤭.

My boys having a really really tough time, twitching and shaking involuntarily. Biting his lip to try and muffle the sounds while he squirms for some sort of leverage but he can’t do anything because you’ve folded this man like paper. He’s trying to fight against the leather cuffs but to no avail. He would be wondering why tf he let you do this to him but he can’t think of anything other than you ramming that dildo up his ass- SORRY IM GONNA STOP NOW ✋✋✋ WHEWWWWWWWWWW

Resist.

Heyy….yall 👀 *clears throat.*

CW: Condescending reader, soft dom reader, pegging, bottom Aizawa, sub Aizawa, slight feminization, slight mean reader, forced edging, restraining

Words: 940

"Come on now baby you can take this dick..." You breathed out, warm breath fanning into his blushed ear as your strap slammed in and out of his hole. His moans were whiny and guttural, his breath and body strained as you forced his thighs against stomach. "M-mngh- fuck you..." he cursed out, pretty eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get a hold of reality, trying to ignore how good you made him felt. He was so stubborn, not wanting to fully submit even if you had him folded like this

You couldn't help but to grin down at him, the grip on his hairy thighs tightening. You found it amusing that he was suffering, that he was trying so hard not to enjoy the way you thrusted into him, the tip of your strap repeatedly thrusting into his prostate. "Cmon baby don't be like that... shit, you're dripping like a girl." You chuckled eyes peering down towards his throbbing red tip, pre cum drooling down to his toned belly, sliding down his angry shaft.

Your words only added more embarrassment to his situation, sun freckled skin flushing red, arms flexing behind his back as he wanted to so badly touch you, to place his hands underneath your ass to help you fuck him. His body twitched and arched, his lips red and swollen as he pulled them into his mouth to keep his nasty sounds at bay.

It didn't work of course. Not when you were fucking him like this, not when your nails dug into his muscles to hold his thighs in place, his ass and your hips angled just right. "Mmnhg-mmsofuckinclose," he whines, voice fast, throat raspy and raw from his muffled groans and grunts-rambles falling from his swollen lips, repeating how close he was to releasing.

Then you did something unexpected, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth-he almost choked and cough. Your hand left his thigh to grip onto the base of his dick, your grip tight, holding onto him like a vise. "Don't fucking cum yet, don't you dare... not until you admit it," you spoke, your hips slowing, letting him chase the orgasm he couldn't quite grasp.

This was fucking torture for the man, his face scrunching up from the uncomfortable feeling of his balls and stomach tightening from the edge, from how tight you were holding him. Why why whyyy did he let you do this? Why did he agree to let you play with him like this- why... his thoughts soon turned into mush though as he desperately wanted that high, to feel that fuzzy feeling in his brain when he came.

“P-please..” he gritted out, hoping if he begged you for release he wouldn’t have to admit how good it felt, how much he enjoyed being folded and manhandled like this. Little did he know this was more pathetic than him just admitting how good it felt.

You didn’t let him get a pass. As much as you loved to hear his rough pleases and begs to cum- you didn’t let him. So with a corrective slap on his thigh, your hips continued to move relentlessly, your hand fisting his cock tightly, not giving him a chance to forget his place. “Come on baby, you know what I want to hear. Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how good your wife is fucking you,”

Your tone was cocky and condescending, a smirk on your face as you listened to his pained whines and whimpering, watching as his stomach caved in, his plump pecks vibrating with every thrust you gave him. He couldn’t even speak coherently anymore, his deep voice replaced with something more feminine and rough as he tried to explain how good you made him felt. “I-oh god-I- I can’t, please- you make me-“ he swallowed thickly, his voice a gasp as you kept hitting that spot, his balls throbbing and red as you restricted his base, “feelsogood,” he continued, eyes barely opened as they stared up at yours.

You felt a pang of satisfaction once he finally gave you what you wanted, a low hum leaving your throat. You could feel the way he throbbed and pulsated in your palm, his body reacting to your noises, your voice, your movements. When you finally released his shaft his mind couldn’t even keep up with the way his body reacted, how fast his orgasm came, how hot and twitchy his body felt as a white heat filled his body.

You watch as his heavy load squirted and shot onto his stomach, his chest, how it lazily dripped down his red cock until it dropped near his navel. “Mm~ good job baby… you look so good like this.” You praised your husband, your sloppy thrusting slowly down into a lazily hump as you let him ride through his orgasm.

His tanned lined body stained red, his abdomen covered in his sweat and arousal, black hair sprawled on y’all’s mattress like a dark halo. He huffed out air as he slowly caught his breath, his body felt like jello and his thighs twitched against his body as he felt your gently thumbs draw circles on the inside of his muscles. “Fuck… where’d you learn that…” he asked, voice raspy and tired as his eyes came to a close.

You chuckled, a cocky grin on your face as you continued to stare down at his fucked state. “Twitter.”

[petew21-blog]

Life upgrade

Hi, I am Earl Montgomery. I am 34 year old gay man. I studied history and enhlish literature at Columbia and then I became a teacher. I have been working as a teacher since than and I have to say that being a teacher is one of the most honorable proffesions there are. You get to educate all the young minds and set them on a right path in life. If only they would listen to me during classes. Maybe my life wouldn't be so boring. The job takes all my energy. I never believed that so many teachers get burnt out, but man. Once you see that your job affects only few of those kids and the rest just doesn't care, you contemplate back on your life. What could I have done different? I could have had a happy, adventurous life full of fun and sex. Oh how I miss the sex.

Oh sorry, my bad. You thought the guy wearing sports clothes is me? Oh no no no. This is me actually

That guy is Barry. The gym teacher. He's the same age as me. But his life is much better. He works as a gym teacher, coach and in his free time he is a personal trainer in gym. He gets to coach all the hot bodybuilders and sometimes women, that lust over him a later on sleep with him.

I onced tried to hit on him, thinking he might be bisexual, but ended up being ignored for the rest of the school year. He started talking to me again recently and that's fine. If there is no drama it's all good. Besides. He has his own life full of sport and travelling around the world, fucking everything that moves. And I have my own life. My slightly boring and depresive life.

Who am I kidding? I hate my life. I wish I were Barry. To have his hot body, his libido, his life full of travellling and fucking everyone.

Suddenly it was so bright all around me. I was in a garage. Running. I stopped. Where am I? Why am I running? How did I get here?

I looked around but the place was empty. Then I looked down and saw the grey clothes for sport that Barry has. "This can't be". I walked over to the nearest car and saw Barry. No, I saw my reflection.

"Well well well. Can't ignore me now, huh?" I flexed my biceps over the shirt. So freaking hot. He is so buff. Must be amazing to be so strong and have strong muscles like this. His skin is so tense and beautiful. I gotta go somewhere more private to look what he's hiding under this. Don't know how this freaky friday will last.

Vibration in my pocket. Some girls want to have a private class with me in the gym. But the emojis don't seem like they want to take the training very seriously. Might be fun.

"Flex for the camera. Perfect!"

"Omg Barry, you're really hot. How did you get so big?"

"You think this is big... you haven't seen all of me yet. Haha" Where the hell was this coming from? Why did I say that?

"Really? We were actually thinking you coul help us stretch some time and show us how to do this to not hurt ourselves."

"I can stretch you both now in the showers, babes" Whyyy am I saying this. I'm not straight for fucks sake. Oh no. I'm not, but Barry is. I need to get back. I can't be straight.

1 hour later

"Thanks Barry. What a great personal class. Haha. Same time next week?" the taller oned asked while walking away from the gym

"You bet!" the sex was really good I have to admit that. But only this body craves it. Not me. I am gay, I don't want to watch pussy all day.

Phone vibrated again

Holy shit, A message from my number:"Hey, I don't know what you did to me, but I just jerked off for the third time thinking about my own body and I can't keep doing this... I want to swa... SUUCK your dick"

Oh maan, he has the same problem as I do. His body responds to what the person craved before, bout our minds didn't change our sexual orientation it seems.

"Came to your body's place in 30 minutes. Bring lube. Don't be late" I texted. I love this confidence the body is so full off.

And I bet I am gonna love the fact that my old body is gonna suck my dick very soon.

Haha. Gotta thank the istock photos for the inspiration

Story from inbox: Would you be able to do a story where a nerdy teacher swaps bodies with the hunky football coach. Maybe even cucking him?

[thistledropkick]

After Desperado told Hiromu about his eye condition, Hiromu repeatedly said that he wanted Desperado to give him detailed updates on his health situation, and it seems like he meant it. He brought it up immediately on the first day of the current tour and hasn't given up yet.

"The backstage comments are getting stupid again"

Hiromu in the QRT said: "El Desperado, can you hear me? Your eye, your eye surgery, please tell me if it has been completed successfully and safely. ....Yeah, this part of my backstage comment will probably be put onto "X" I think. So please quote it and comment, Desperado-senshu."

Desperado quoted it to say: "You know that if you tell me to do something, I will absolutely never do it."

Undiscouraged, Hiromu continued in the next day's backstage comments:

"First things first. Desperado! Thanks for the comment! But I still want to hear how your eyes are doing, and what % of normal vision you're at right now. Please reassure me! I want to hear the words "I'm 100% healedpiii~!" directly from your mouth, please. I think this part of what I said today will be put onto 'X'"

Desperado didn't respond directly to Hiromu, but he did post an update:

"It hasn't even been a week since my surgery so I'm having terrible double vision, even worse than before the surgery

When I have both eyes open, even if I'm somewhere flat, my balance feels weighted backwards, and the visuals make me nauseous

So I've been wearing an eyepatch everywhere, and traveling by taxi and train instead of driving

But that narrows my field of vision so much that I keep crashing into things and getting in peoples' way...

This suuuucks"

Still not getting the answer he requested, Hiromu escalated.

His wrist tape for today's match read "Despe" "are your eyes" "okay?"

And in his backstage comments, he said that since Desperado isn't talking to him about this on twitter, he wants Desperado to reach out to him directly on the Japanese chat app LINE.

Desperado QRTed a reply, but to the NJPW World account instead of directly to Hiromu.

"My eyes aren't the problem, it's the muscles that move my eyes that are the problem

The muscles that move my eyes are still warming up and getting used to working

I've still got total double vision

I see two people, like the distance between a stand and their stand user"

"So basically, after the muscles that move your eyes are done warming up, you'll intensely train those eyeball-moving muscles so you'll become even stronger than before, okay 🙆 ? "

"I will not do anything to train those muscles after they're done warming up"

"Why did you suddenly start replying to me on X after I said on my backstage comment "Tell me your LINE"?

Ah, whyyy whyyy?"

[harlowsbby]

Vacay Chronicles

Liked by urbanwyatt, jackharlow, latto777, chloebailey, sza, normani and 1,569,000 others.

yourinstagram vacay with a louisville legend

jackharlow hmmm I wonder who the legend is 👀

yourinstagram @jackharlow oh I know you know

urbanwyatt I’m looking respectfully 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

druski2funny @urbanwyatt I’m looking disrespectfully 👀👀 shawty gotta fatty

sza 🤤🤤🤤🤤

normani body body body

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theshaderoom roomies!! looks like jackharlow and his new lover girl y/n might be in cancun celebrating his birthday 👀 what do y’all think?

druski2funny I think they fuckin 😫 damn jack took my dream girl

lilnasx @druski2funny yeah and that’s all she’ll ever be.. a DREAM girl 🤣🤣🤣

urbanwyatt sheshhhh bagged the women of the year I fear

jackharlow can’t confirm nor deny 😌

brysontiller so this is why you couldn’t send in your verse? @jackharlow

Liked by yourinstagram, urbanwyatt, lilnasx, brysontiller, sza, claybornharlow and 3,340,000 others.

jackharlow gotta make sure he ain’t sliding in my girls dm…

champagnepapi goofy ass 🤣🤣🤣

urbanwyatt been dealing with his ass my whole life @champagnepapi

lilnasx oooo them muscles…

yourinstagram @lilnasx them muscles are reserved pookie

druski2funny so y’all ARE fuckin 😫😫 whyyyy lord whyyy @yourinstagram

sza a big child 😭🤣

Liked by jackharlow, yourinstagram, druski2funny, claybornharlow and 789 others.

jackharlownews looks like jack and y/n are official! these were both posted on their instagram stories and I’m here for this couple!

jackharlow that’s my girl 😌 I had my dessert at the hotel

yourinstagram @jackharlow JACK!!

druski2funny somebody play cry me a river by justin timberlake 😭😭😭

lilnasx I stan this couple very much

claybornharlow yeah I’m sure the entire resort knew it was y’alls last night….

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jackharlow you bitches can’t even spell natural. Vacation dump of just my girl 🤤💗

druski2funny what is that caption man….

lilnasx oooo your girl is a BADDIE

claybornharlow damn. 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

urbanwyatt lmk when you need a real man @yourinstagram

sza face card ain’t ever declining

latto777 🤤🤤

( wanted to post this random ass au 💀😭 I really like it so I wanted to show y’allllll )

( I said I was gonna drop Sorrows but ima save it and touch it up )

taglist

@hoodharlow @moody4world

@pianoisland @heavyhitterheaux

@nattinatalia @lexthemess21

@lcandothisallday @jackharloww

@jackmans-poison @softtcurse

@a-moment-captured

@awhore4moree

[missamyrisa2]

i love the teases so much miss amy. I was wondering if you could do a tease for a goth girl who never smiles being broken by her devastatingly ticklish hips? This couldn't be me ofc I dont smile my face muscles don't do that...

Ooooohhh making stubborn gothyyyy girls break is like one of my specialties~<33 Awww but you're not gonna melttttt nooooo you'll stay a tough cookie won't youuu~ do you likeeee my outfit huhhh? Allll this swisshyyyy soft pinkkk in my dresss mmmh? Oooh sorryy darling my pigtails seem to be loving your cute scowlyyyy face~ whyyy yess I dooo have to be riiiight hereee how else can I say alll those funnn things like cooochie cooooo~ in your ears~

My my myyy such a feistyyyy dark tiger huhhhh? Why it's soooo good that you're strapped down with those lovelyyyyy dainty lacey cuffs hmmm? With the little heart charmssss? Yeahhh did you see those? Little hearts on your wrists and ankles? Sooo cuteeee huh ~ not like alll that black and spikes and studs and stuff~ you need more cutesss yes you doooo ~ and I betttt you have a cute girlish little giggle dontcha? Uhhuhhh~ let's just seeee thenn~ where are you most ticklish? Nooope noooope you can't escape thissss darling~

Ahh yes you are ticklish, of course you are~ allll that tough girl act is just that huhhh because you're ticklish. Yes, because you're ticklish and I'm the ticklemama who is gonna find that spotttt~ is itttt maybeeee these cute pittiesss? My fingers walking walking up your armpitsss~ Oooh maybeee maybee~ ribbiesss? Mmmh? Ribbbiessss tickle tickles down your ribssss~ ahhh did we try the earssss? Yeahhh My flufffy fluffyyy feather on your eeeearsss? Oooh let's check your neck darling ~ yessss little lip brushiessss on your cute blushing neck~ Can't get away from your Amy ticklesss~

mmmM those are some tickle spotss mmhmmm ~ but ooh I seeee how you wriggled when I was moving down ~ don't try to hiiiide it my dark lil angel ~ I know the angle to work on youuu mhmmm~ is itttt the belllyyyyy yeahhh? Noooo? Little thumb rubbiessss on your siiiiidessss ooh yesss going up and downnnn~ is that hotterrrr? Colderrr? Definitely definitely hotter cutie pieeee I seeee those lip quiversss ~ you're ticklisshhh you are suchhh a ticklish cute girlllyyy girl under alll that ~ that goooothinessss mmhmm ~

Oooh grumpy grumpy girl~ are we getting closer? I think we aaaareee~I seeeee how your legs are trembling my lil sugarloafff~ I see those armssss wigglinggg~ and most of allll your cheeks are getting sooooo apple-yyyy~ yessss my apple pie my giggle strumpettttt~ oooh my my myyyyy~ was that a spotttt? I think it wassss~ but oooh Amy's not gonna go right in thereee Amy's gonna take her time mmhmmm~ we're gonna get out myyy looong white feather and draw it downnnn over this twitchyyyy navel and back and foooorth and baaack and forth over your waistttt yeahhh~

Tickle tickle tickleeee~ oooh does it just gitchie gitchie goooo? Am I gonna widda widda woooo youuuu? What's a matterrr you don't like my squeeeakyy silly voice? Such a fierce Valkyrie huhhh brought to allll those strugglyyyy gaspyyyy soundsss from my little ticklesss~ big badddd lady warrior has a cuuuute teeeny girly giggle yeahhhh ~ It's just a feather my cute sugardrop~ justttt a feather going back and forth on this lovelyyyy waist sugar and you're just going crazyyyy ~ tough girl huhhh?

Tell me all about your ticklishness thennn~ let's hear ittt~ when did you get tickled real baddd ~ tell me your story gothyyy giggly girl ~ tell me a goood one so I can tickle you all the way throughhh ~ yessss these are my thumbssss and we're gonna get acquainted with these buckyyyy buttonnsss~ mmmH tell me moreeee my tough tough cookie while I rubbbb these hippiesss~

Whyyy you're not a goth girl at all are youuu? Goth girls don't make sounds like thatttt ~ you're a hippie girllll with ticklish hiiiipsss mmhmm ticklish hipsss ~ that's riiight! Coochie cooooos on these hipsss and I'm gonna rub them with my lil circling thumb rubsssss yes I ammm ~ just a niiiice hipppyy massage for my hippy girl~ not sooo toughhhh not so toughhh~ Oooh sooo feisty fierce huhhh ~ it's adorableee when you try to act sooo strong and tough while you squeak and squirm like thattt~ writhe for meee my cute wiggly girl that's ittt mmhmm Amy likes to make you squiiiiirm~

Now hold stillll my ticklish dollll~ it's time for your hip kissssiesss~ yesss that's riiight ~ mmuuuahhhh sloooowww lip brushiesss on your darling girly hip buttonssss~ and then a muuuuahhhh so you can feel itttt so gentlyyyy~ awww there's a cuuuutee pink lip print there for youuu~ does it feeeel so tinglyyyy? My little tickle print on your giggle button down hereee?

Heyyy what's that thing your face is doing? That's not a laugh is it? Nooo wayyy that's not an expression of unfettered joyyy nooo~ you're wayyyyy toooo meannn and strong and powerful to show that kind of reaction ~ must be a glitch huhhh? Am I making you glitch? Do my nails skittering your hipsssss and your hip dips make you glitch outttt cutieeee? Yesss faster and fasterrrr my nails gooooo gettting those gorgeousssss buttons and your lovelyyy curvessss~ Glitchy glitchy goooooo~!! Laugh it upppp my broken goth princesssss~

We're nott doooneee noooo ~ now that we knowww you're a ticklish sillyyyy girl let's explore a bit of thatttt shall weeee? Seeee the thing about a tickle butttton like your hipppyy hip is that I can rubbb rubb tickle tickle with this handddd and then my other handdd yesss my other hand with my wigglyyy fingers can go around and seee how much you react to those tickles while having your giggle button pushed~

Maybe it's your siiiiidesss? Mhmm tickle tickle hereee and then skittery trailing nails on your thiiiighsss~ nooo the hip tickles aren't stoppping noopeee~ and let's seee how you dooo with tickles behind your kneeeesss~ mmhm and yeahhh I did pick up a blushyyy brush to tease that hip nowww~ girlyyy girly makeup brushhh just for your hip and hip dipppp mhmmm~ and yesss it's time for belly kisssiesss! I'm gonna raaspberry youuu yes I ammm~

And you know what would be even better than your girlish squeaking giggles my goth cutieee? Call meee ticklemama~ come on nowww ~ call me ticklemama through your gigglyyy gaspsss~ callll me your ticklemama~ I'll keep raspberrying until youuu doooo~ and my lips are coming for those hiipsss toooo~ bzzzztttt~ on your belllyyy and bzzzt down your waiiistttt and bzzzt to your hipppp~

My darlingggg are you alllll tickled outttt? Are you sooo thoroughly cookie crumbled my gothyyyy girllyyy girl~ I think it's time for snuggliessss~ Yeahhhh you can just enjoyyyy this soft cute pink fabric on your wigglyyyy bodyyyy while I cuddle up and trace your hip with this loooong fluffffy tickle dusterrr and cooooo in your ear~ mmmhmmm ~ you can squirm and struggle allll you like cutie pieee it's not stooopping nooo~ we're gonna get alllll those lovely giggliessss out of youuuu and you willl call me your ticklemama~<33

[dyke1]

whyyy am I in so much pain wtf I had to leave work early cause it felt like body aches when you're sick with like a fever ???? it literally hurts so much I thiugh taking a nap would help and I'm still in pain like on mu joints and muscles idk

[kiljoius-writes]

Found You Alive

AO3 | FFN

Full YOTP Series Found Here

Paring: Hinata Hyūga x Kiba Inuzuka

Summary: “What…what am I supposed to do with this?”

“It’s a goldfish, Hinata. Dump it in a bowl and feed it!”

Hinata's got no clue how to handle a brand new goldfish. She barely knows how to work a dishwasher. There is one person who can help her.

May Prompt: Pet Acquisition

Word Count: 4k

Rating: Teen

tw: pet death (not Akamaru)

“What…what am I supposed to do with this?”

“It’s a goldfish, Hinata. Dump it in a bowl and feed it!”

Hinata holds the clear plastic bag up to her eyes with a wide frown on her lips.

Ino had jokingly given her, her last ping pong ball to bounce into the cups of water that circled around in a tub. To Hinata’s dismay, she had successfully sunk one in a cup that contained a goldfish, and now she was the (not so) proud owner of a carnival goldfish.

“Don’t you want it?” Hinata asks weakly, holding it out towards Ino, who immediately throws up her hands in protest.

“Hell no!” Ino turns her nose up, gently pushing the plastic bag away. “I don’t do fish.”

“Then why did you…” Hinata trails off, recognizing the futility of the question before she finishes it, then brings the bag back to her chest. “I have to take it home now, then.”

“Wait, what? Whyyy?” Ino whines, shoulders slumping as Hinata begins walking past her. “Hinataaa~”

“It’s cruel to keep it like this!” Hinata declares as Ino follows after her.

Ino huffs, pouty, crossing her arms as she stops behind her. “Boo! Boo you!”

When Hinata gets home, she immediately follows Ino’s brief instruction to put it in a bowl with some extra water, then sighs out through her nose at the realization she doesn’t have fish food. She doesn’t even know what fish eat, much less how to take care of one. So, she grabs a lid for the bowl, punches a few holes in it (does it need holes? She has no idea), covers the bowl and sets out for the one person who she trusts to help her figure out how to take care of another life form.

“Why me?” Shino asks when Hinata presents the fish to him. “I am not particularly…fond of fish.”

“I just thought, since you take care of so many bugs—”

“Kikaichū.”

“—kikaichū, yes—that you know best how to care for it?”

“My beetles are chakra-eating insects,” Shino deadpans, not moving a muscle. “A completely different regiment of care is required for them versus…goldfish.”

Hinata deflates, feeling foolish now. Shino’s demeanor softens. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“I recommend going to Kiba,” Shino responds, nudging his head sideways. “Why? Because he actually has experience caring for a fish.”

“Really?”

Hinata’s genuinely surprised. How did she not know Kiba had kept fish? With that, she gives him a slight bow and he waves her off.

The way Kiba busts into laughter upon her silly plight frustrates Hinata. Why is no one taking the life of this fish seriously?

“Kiba, please,” Hinata sighs out, turning slightly as if to shield the fish from him, or maybe her hurt feelings.

“You know those things die in like, 24 hours, right?” Kiba gestures towards the bag as a sign he wants to take it from her, but it only makes her shield it more.

“It’s been 18 hours!” Hinata declares, frowning deeper now at his dismissal. How can so many people be so callous towards a living thing? She’ll admit that maybe the little fishes life is small, but she could never forgive herself for not at least making a solid attempt to keep it alive.

“Listen, Hinata.” Kiba places a heavy hand on her shoulder and she looks down at it, tries not to think that he’s just patronizing her. “Carnival fish are plucked, packaged, shipped, and dumped in standing water. Sick before you even get ‘em.” Hinata’s shoulders slump and she feels him squeeze one a little tighter. “A lil sad but that’s how it is.”

“Does it have to be?” Hinata asks weakly, turning her body back to him while holding the bag a bit further up now. She see’s Kiba’s face visibly soften, his hand sliding from her shoulder to his side, as if to concede. She bites her lip, widening her eyes a little bit because she knows he has a hard time talking back to her when she moons them at him. He clicks his tongue, one side of his lips tugging upwards in his trademark smirk and she knows she’s got him.

“Gimme a sec.”

Hinata smiles as he turns to grab his sandals, then snatches up his keys and wallet. He pulls the door shut behind him and locks it up like a good son and brother, then nudges his head.

“C’mon. There still some time before the pet store closes.”

“Thank you, Kiba,” she says it with genuine gratitude. She’s relieved because honestly, she needs someone to help her with this. Ino was never going to, Shino would if pressed but wouldn’t be much help, and her last resort would have been Hanabi, who would have found it funny to try out some weird experiments with the fish, like if it could survive in the lobster tank at the local seafood restaurant.

“Mhm,” he hums, guiding her down the pathways.

They get to the store and he already seems to know exactly what he wants her to have. He checks with her multiple times to ensure she’s got enough money to pay for it all, because, in his words, “gods know I don’t.”

In the end, they’re lugging around a far larger glass tank than she ever imagines having, loaded with fish food, cleaning supplies, an electric lamp, gravel and rocks, and multiple decorations Hinata thought would be cute to put inside. And somehow, another fish. Kiba said he thinks the little guy would like a buddy if he’s gonna survive this, and Hinata couldn’t say no.

“What’re you gonna name ‘em?” Kiba asks when they get inside and finally relieve their tired arms of the supplies.

“Names?” she asks, dumbly, stepping back. He looks at her with a smirk and nods.

“C’mon, give ‘em a better chance at life. Give it a name like you care about ‘em.”

“Names…” she repeats, quietly, tapping her lip as he gets to work unloading their supplies and setting it up. “You said this one’s a betta?” Kiba nods confirmation and she twists her lips. “I like Momo.”

“Momo,” he snickers, bobs his head slightly while he untangles the wires that will plug into the tank. Hinata starts cutting open the plastic of the decorations, what she thinks will be the most exciting part. “What about the man himself?”

“The goldfish?” she asks and he nods again. “Hmm…what do you think?”

“How ‘bout…Kotobuki?” Hinata tilts her head attentively at his suggestion. “Give ‘em all the good juju for a long life, right? ‘Cause you bought all this stuff.”

“Oh!” She makes a happy noise, her smile overtaking her face at his consideration. He’s so hardheaded and rough around the edges that Hinata sometimes forgets how thoughtful he can be.

Even if he’s destined to die, at least Hinata tried to make his last days a little brighter. That’s what she thinks when she carefully sets up a little castle inside of the tank, right next to a little plastic scuba diver. She looks at Kiba and smiles big. He double takes at her and returns it, pausing his task to reach over and ruffle her hair. She’s happy so she doesn’t even bat his hand away, instead leans into the touch. She doesn’t even notice the way his cheeks turn red when he pulls his hand back, but does see him wipe a hand over his mouth. He turns to the fish.

“Momo and Kotobuki,” Kiba says as he pushes the two little fishbowls together. They both swim to the edges of their bowls to come face to face and Hinata feels her heart grow inside of her chest.

One year passes and Kotobuki is huge.

Momo is still just a little guy, swimming along the tank while Kotobuki dominates the scene of the tank.

Kiba regularly visits, says he’s grown attached to them.

About one month in, Hinata got to do her “I told you so” sing song and dance. He thought it was cute and decided to let her have this win, knowing she was in for a lot more than she prepared for if the little fish survived this long.

Years.

He watches her happily tap only the best of fish food into the tank for the (not so little) fish. He leans on the doorway and watches her with a goofy look on his face that she doesn’t notice immediately. His arms are crossed and he just basks in her happiness. Makes him happy, too.

When she turns to look at him, she stops and her eyes crinkle. In a way that makes Kiba all mushy, because he thinks she’s too good for this world.

“I told you~” she sings in her soft voice and, even if that was the only thing she ever said to him ever again, he’d die happy.

Sure, when she first turned up on his doorstep with this stupid fish, Kiba thought it would be as simple as telling her to give it mercy and flush it.

But things are never simple with Hinata and Kiba likes it that way. So, he put on his little show of begrudging compliance with her whims and took her to the pet store to help the dumb little fish out.

Akamaru nudges his calf when he’s been staring too long and he lets out a little chuckle.

“Yep, sure did. Happy with yourself?”

“Honestly?” Hinata turns back to the tank and bends over, face to face with the goldfish. “Yes. I am happy.”

“Good,” he says, in all honesty. If a dumb fish makes Hinata happy, he’s happy. He pushes himself off the wall and comes to her side, bends over, too. Lines his face next to hers to look at Kotobuki. “Glad you gave him a shot at life.”

“You did, too.”

He blinks at the fish, who abruptly turns to look right at him. He tilts his head. “I just bullied you into getting a big tank and another fish.”

In his peripheral, he sees her face turns towards him and now both Hinata and Kotobuki are looking at him. He scrunches his eyebrows together before she speaks again. “It’s like you’re his papa.”

Kiba can’t help but laugh. Papa to a fish. Akamaru whines and—

Hinata’s hand wraps around his cheek and pull him sideways so that her lips can plant a kiss on the other cheek. Kiba freezes, eyes going wide as he stares right into Kotobuki’s eyes ��� nay, his soul.

“Thank you, Kiba.”

Her hand leaves him just as quickly and he can practically hear the panic in how she runs away.

Still, he stares at Kotobuki.

Akamaru growls quietly, a playful one.

“That just happened, huh?” he asks Akamaru without tearing his eyes from the damn fish.

Don’t be stupid. He feels it in the way Akamaru lets out a huffy breath and walks away.

Four years and Momo has passed.

Hinata feels it right in her guts. Kotobuki’s buddy is dead. The fish she adopted with her now-long term partner is dead. It feels so wrong.

“He lived longer than most of his species of fish,” Kiba tries to comfort her as she holds the plastic bag their dead fish is now in. She’s staring at the lake they’re about to put him in, where other fish can feed on his body, because that’s how nature is and they both agreed it would be best not to waste their efforts by flushing him in the damn toilet. It’s just not right.

“I know…” Hinata whispers as she feels him press a kiss to her forehead.

Kiba moved in about two years ago. Neither of them can really explain how their domesticity happened, they never officially established titles but they both know they’re monogamous to each other. Kiba jokes that the fish made them closer, but Hinata believes it. She got to see Kiba’s most tender self when he noticed an injury in Momo’s side, a cut. He frantically told Hinata to call the vet while he grabbed the net to get fish out, almost grabbing him out without somewhere to go.

He was so panicked about it, he did everything wrong, but Hinata saw the genuine concern in him.

He’s being strong for her right now.

They’re fish. It’s ridiculous to be so down about it and they both know it. But, Hinata really thinks this is why she’s fallen so deeply in love with Kiba. His tender, loving nature.

Akamaru, now an old dog, huffs next to her and presses his side into her leg. He’s never been fond of the fish, seemed to think it took too much attention from him. Kiba tells him that he should really be blaming Hinata, and he always bites at Kiba’s hand when he says it. Her hands shake as she kicks off her sandals and begins walking into the water. Kiba stands back.

It just feels so wrong to dump him out like this. Kiba can tell how hard it is on her because she’s not moving and several minutes have passed. He steps behind her and gently takes the bag from her hands.

“Let me do it.”

“People say fish can’t feel pain,” Hinata blurts out randomly, looking up at Kiba with glassy eyes. He raises his eyebrows at her but leans in to listen. “But I don’t believe that. Do you?”

“Nah,” Kiba responds, shaking his head. “I don’t.”

“Do you think he was in pain?”

She searches his face for answers because he’s gotten so good at schooling an expressionless face. He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again. “I really dunno, Hina.”

He’s being honest, she can tell. He doesn’t want to lie to her and say no, but also would never say yes. So she lets him take the bag from her hands, carefully from the opening, even if the fish is dead. He steps into the water and lowers it in, letting the plastic open up. Hinata feels tears in her eyes as she watches Momo’s lifeless body slowly pour out into the lake and she covers her heart with her hands. It feels so much worse than she imagined.

A moment passes before Kiba straightens out, twists the plastic into a rope and tucks it into his jacket pocket. He steps backward until he’s next to her again and rests his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. Her head rests in the crook of his neck and it almost feels like he’s absorbing all of her bad feelings.

Kotobuki is suspicious of his new friend days later, hides behind the castle that is not nearly large enough to actually conceal his giant body. Hinata had been discouraged, thought Kotobuki would never learn to love another fish again. But a few weeks go by with the baby fish prodding at the big goldfish and Kiba tells her she was worrying for nothing.

Another year passes and Kiba can’t believe he’s a part of a family that just owns fish like it’s nothing. Close to the one year anniversary of Momo’s passing, Hinata tells him she’s pregnant and now Kiba has to come to terms with his future children growing up as both dog, cat, and fish lovers (Hinata had adopted a stray cat between when Momo passed and now). Kiba always thought wherever he ended up, he’d just have a yard full of dogs, both ninja and regular, that they’d surround him while he sleeps and it would always be loud with a house full of them and kids.

But now, he lays with a pregnant Hinata draped over his body, an old Akamaru on top of his feet, the stray orange cat tucked in a ball into the back of his knee, and Kotobuki looking at him from the tank. He thinks it’ll just be a matter of months before they end up with another cat or fish, even if he thinks it’s a bad idea to get another pet before the baby comes.

Because of the pregnancy, Hinata gets extra emotional when she thinks about Momo. It’s inevitable, every time she looks into the tank, she gets this little far-away look in her eye, and she probably doesn’t realize her smile fades. She still feeds the fish every morning and night and speaks sweetly to them, but Kiba’s taken over the task of tank cleaning. He didn’t realize how terrifying pregnancy could be for the man. Hinata hobbles around as if everything is perfectly normal and he nearly had a heart attack when he saw her trying to lift the 100-pound tank herself. Berated the shit out of her and forced her to sit back on the couch, deciding it was high time he learn how to clean the damn thing himself.

But otherwise, Kiba’s pretty damn happy. Outwardly, he seems like a grump.

Kiba feels Hinata’s nose nuzzle into his neck and he sighs, not because he’s tired, but because he’s content.

The day the babies come home for the first time, Akamaru insists on showing them to Kotobuki. Akamaru’s like the big brother at this point, overly excited to have little humans to push around and play with. It’s been a while since Akamaru’s interacted with human babies so Kiba has to give him a stern reminder that they’re not like puppies.

He hears Hinata giggle behind him when he stops in front of the aquarium and leans over with a baby in each arm. Kotobuki wiggles his way over and Kiba can never really tell what’s going on the dumb fishes brain, but he does seem at least curious.

“Akamaru thought the fish should see ‘em first,” Kiba tells her over his shoulder, smirking as she comes up behind him. She kisses his cheek and he turns his head quickly to catch her lips with his before she can pull away. Her giggle vibrates through the kiss and he wonders how this damn fish landed him in his position.

“I’m going to go shower,” Hinata says, quietly, leaning up to put another kiss on his nose. “Do not hesitate to grab me if something—”

“Yeah, yeah, I got ‘em!” Kiba nudges his head before standing up straight. She smiles her big smile at him and he feels the warmth in his chest.

He’s holding two little humans that he and Hinata created in his arms, how could he be anything except completely and utterly elated?

About 7 months later and the babies are speed crawlers. It kind of terrifies Kiba how fast they can go, not to mention their kneecaps banging away at wood and tile. Them getting into stuff has caused more than one fight between him and Hinata to the point that eventually, he had his mom and Hana come over to help him find every single possible baby harming thing in the house and secure it. Plugs in all the sockets, locks on all the cabinets and drawers, absolutely nothing left in baby-reaching level.

It was the same day Kimi had smacked Hima right in the face with a wooden spatula. Hinata had been at her wits end that day and seeing the red mark across Hima’s face had sent her into a panic and tearful tirade about babyproofing. Kiba couldn’t argue it with her. Running on 2 hours of sleep, he, his mom and sister babyproofed the whole thing while Hinata took the babies to Hanabi’s, telling him she was not coming back until the she could safely release them without worrying about a stray kunai or bottle of bleach ending up in their hands.

The next day, she returned, and after her own thorough investigation, she let the babies free and fell to her knees, knocking out on the carpet immediately. Kiba didn’t have the heart to wake her up and move her, figuring if her body is this exhausted, it’s better to leave it be. He watches Akamaru crawl over her legs and make himself comfortable there, then the cat, and inevitably Kimi (or maybe Hima, Kiba’s eyes are bleary with sleep) sits next to her and leans backward, eyes fluttering closed with her pacifier dangling from her lips.

Despite the lack of sleep and overall bad feelings for the last week, the scene is way too sweet for Kiba to just smile and look away from. He grabs the camera and snaps a few differently angled photos to capture the sweet memory. He looks through them for a moment before frowning, deciding even if the house was babyproofed, he should know where the other kid is. Puts the camera down and doesn’t have to look far. He panics slightly when he sees her standing up, leaning against the tank, but remembers they put a really good lock on the top and secured it to the wall to ensure it would go no where, even in the worst of a quake.

Walks over to the barely able to balance baby and puts his hands on her little waist to keep her upright as she searches the tank. He spots the birthmark on her neck that lets him know it’s Kimi and he whispers to her affectionately, “lookin’ at mama’s lil fish?”

She wheezes slightly through her pacifier, making those little goo-goo ga-ga noises babies make, nothing coherent, just a happy noise and Kiba’s cheeks hurt from smiling. He reaches up to undo the lock on the top, then rolls up his sleeve to dip his hand inside. He wiggles his fingers before Kotobuki wiggles his way over, pressing his little fish body against his fingers. Kiba chuckles because it always feels weird to pet a fish. Kimi makes a little “aaah” sound and Kiba decides what Hinata doesn’t know can’t hurt her.

He takes his hand out, wipes it on his sleeve, then pulls Kimi up. While holding her above the tank around the stomach, he helps guide her hand into the water. Kiba gasps and laughs when her squealed giggles result in her pacifier falling out of her mouth right into the water. He snatches it and tosses it behind him without thinking, then goes back to guiding her hand. Her laughter bubbles out as he gets the hand closer to Kotobuki, who quickly approaches it and tries to press into it like he always does. When Kimi squeezes her hand as if to grab, Kotobuki whizzes away and Kiba wheezes.

“Can’t pick up fish, Kimi,” he tells her gently, helping her pull her hand out slowly to not splash water everywhere. Kimi smiles big as she’s set back down on the ground, and it reminds him of Hinata. He pulls the wet hand into his shirt to dry it, then locks up the tank while Kimi climbs back to her feet, holding onto the table the tank is on for support. He watches her and feels his heart nearly explode when she presses a kiss to the glass where Kotobuki is staring at her from. It’s open mouthed and spit filled, leaves a messy print on the glass, and it just makes Kiba’s sentimentality skyrocket.

He pulls her into a bearhug because it’s all he can do with all the love he’s got stored inside of him. Wishes Hinata had been awake to see it, but also thinks this was kind of just a perfect moment. He pulls Kimi up into his arms and lets her chin rest on his shoulder, then stands so he can sway with her. Once he feels her body go limp, he sits down next to Hinata and lays Kimi against her opposite side, then drapes his arm around essentially his entire family.

He feels Hinata stir next to him, grumbling slightly as she adjusts herself. He sees one of her eyes open slightly, and a small smile form. He leans in, places a clumsy kiss on her lips and listens to her soft giggle that he feels so incredibly lucky to be able to hear every day of his life.

Whispers against her lips, really soft, “I’m glad the damn fish didn’t die.”

As her hand reaches up to slide over the stubble on his cheek, she whispers back just as softly.

“Me too.”

[nano--raptor]

New Kinks - Cockwarming

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x TJ Hammond

Words: 1485

Warnings: Smut, sex, anal sex, cockwarming, teasing, slight praise kink, whiny TJ, smug Bucky, and a very satisfying ending

A/N: Written for @the-horniest-book-club​ for the Kinktober Bingo! It took me a while to get to this one, but I’m happy with how it turned out. Longer and hotter than the last one, and I have another idea for the next part! Thank you so much for reading, enjoy!❤️

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They tried cockwarming next.

They both got a chance to be on the receiving end, but Bucky was first, hauling TJ into his lap on the couch one evening while he was watching tv. He got him all warmed up first, kissing him slow and deep, running his hands up and down TJ’s back, over his hips and thighs, until TJ was squirming in his lap for more.

“Bucky, please,” he whined softly, slipping his hands under Bucky’s shirt to try and urge him to take it off. Bucky smiled against TJ’s mouth, gently pushing his hands away, but rocked his hips upward, pressing himself against TJ’s ass.

“Nuh uh, not yet, baby. I wanna finish watching this first.” TJ huffed, pulling away with a pout.

“Whyyy... Why’d you get me all wound up then?” He rutted his hips back, grinding on Bucky’s cock, his own growing harder and tenting his sweatpants. He whimpered a little, and oh how Bucky loved those sounds.

“Mmm, you wanna be a good boy for me?” Of course TJ nodded, ready for whatever Bucky asked as long as he’d get some relief as well. “You wanna keep me warm, honey? Keep my cock warm while I finish this show, then I can make you feel real good.”

Oh. This was something new. TJ raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then a smirk grew on his face and he ground his hips down again.

“You want me to ride you?” Bucky shook his head, reaching up to stroke TJ’s cheek, and dragging his thumb over that pouty bottom lip that he wanted to kiss and suck on.

“Not yet, baby. Just keep it warm for me, sit like a nice boy on my lap. Hm?” Bucky’s other hand wandered down, his fingers slipping into the waistband of TJ’s pants, teasing his skin and slowly starting to slide them down. TJ didn’t know if he could sit still, in fact, he figured it would be damn near impossible, but he did want to be good for Bucky. He loved being called a good boy almost more than anything else. So he lifted his hips, letting Bucky pull his sweats down over his ass, and leaned in to kiss him again, pressing their chests together as he wiggled around, finally freeing his legs of the clothing. Bucky hummed approvingly, rubbing TJ’s skin and squeezing his hips, pulling him down against his own eager cock.

He slipped his fingers around to tease at TJ’s hole, and with the sounds TJ made, the way his body tensed, then immediately relaxed and pushed back against those fingers, Bucky knew it wouldn’t take long to open him up. Soon enough, he’d scissored his fingers inside, and TJ was clinging to his shoulders, those sweet, soft sounds falling from his lips as he rocked back against Bucky’s fingers, trying to ride them. Bucky’s other hand fell to his hip and held him firmly, as he slowly removed his fingers. The muscles squeezed, trying to keep him in, and Bucky grinned against his boyfriend’s mouth.

“So eager, huh baby? I know you’re ready for me…” Bucky slipped his own sweatpants down to free himself, and stroked his cock a few times, before pressing the tip against the spot TJ needed him most. They both groaned as he pushed inside, slowly rocking his hips to urge himself deeper, TJ’s eyes fluttering closed as he sunk down that hard length. Soon his hips pressed flush to Bucky’s, he rocked forwards a few times, and Bucky let him, before eventually gripping his hips again to still his movements. 

TJ whined, knowing what the deal was here, but still trying to get more of what he wanted, what he needed. He eventually conceded and leaned against the other man, resting his head on his shoulder and just breathing him in, relaxing, and just focusing on the way Bucky felt inside him.

He tried not to squeeze, to sit still and relax and just be, but every now and then Bucky would shift slightly, his cock throbbing, and TJ couldn’t help his soft gasps and whines, nuzzling against Bucky’s neck and kissing his skin. Bucky’s arms wrapped around him, rubbing his back slowly as the show continued. TJ wouldn't be able to tell you what it was about, Bucky consumed all of him, every sense. It was different from anything he’d experienced before.

This was… good.

Bucky's fingers soon slipped under TJ's shirt, tracing small circles on his lower back. TJ moaned softly, his hands resting on Bucky's waist, and he breathed deeply, trying to keep himself from rocking his hips to try and find some friction.

Before he knew it, the show had ended, and Bucky's fingers moved up TJ's back, coming up to tease the back of his neck while Bucky nuzzled in there too, softly kissing TJ's skin.

"Y'sat so good baby boy," he purred. "Kept me nice an' warm, just like I asked." His hands moved to TJs hips, gripping them firmly and rocking them ever so slightly in his lap, pushing his own hips forward to press deeper into his boyfriend. "Time for your reward." His mouth moved to cover TJ’s, kissing him firmly, and squeezing his hips again, then moved his lips along TJ's jaw as he rocked back, sliding out a little ways before thrusting back in.

"Oh fuck," TJ breathed. "Please Bucky, need you to-, ah…" His arms came up to wrap around Bucky’s neck, holding tightly and trying not to move, but he was growing desperate, especially now that Bucky’s focus was back on him.

"Need me to what, honey?" TJ could hear the smug grin in Bucky’s voice and he whined, pushing back to take Bucky deeper, and rocking desperately in his lap.

"Need you to fuck me, please!" TJ straightened up, clutching Bucky’s shoulders and looking into his eyes, knowing his own were blown with need. Bucky grinned devilishly, reaching up to stroke his thumb over TJ’s cheek and jaw, then pulled his own lip between his teeth and he jerked his hips, thrusting up roughly. TJ cried out - yes, this was exactly what he wanted.

“Bucky, fuck, yes!” He gasped, his eyes squeezing shut and he ground down, then forcing his eyes open to watch Bucky’s face as they picked up momentum.

“Fuck baby, you take me so well,” Bucky groaned, and TJ’s heart swelled from the praise. He moaned and rolled his hips harder, meeting Bucky’s thrusts, and soon he was lost in the rhythm, riding Bucky in the most satisfying way. His own cock throbbed, and just as he was thinking of grabbing it, Bucky’s strong hand wrapped around it, making him cry out again.

“Buck! Oh god, fuck, please, keep goin’...” TJ was panting, sweating, and getting so close to the edge. When he looked back at Bucky’s face again, the man looked so unbelievably sexy, gazing up at TJ with such lust and adoration in his eyes. He felt emotion rise in his throat, and he leaned in, cupping the back of Bucky’s neck, crashing their mouths together. Bucky kept thrusting, his hand stroking with just the right amount of speed and pressure, and soon TJ was falling over the edge, the wave crashing over him while Bucky swallowed those pretty sounds of his.

He couldn’t even make a coherent noise, let alone any words, and he gasped, groaning and grinding down, rutting himself into Bucky’s hand as he spilled his seed all over it. Bucky rumbled with approval, kissing him hungrily, his grip on TJ’s hip tightening as he thrust harder, chasing his own end too. TJ felt him swelling, sending another tingle through his whole body, and soon Bucky was groaning into his mouth too, then pulling away to gasp in a breath while he pumped TJ full.

“Oh fuck baby, so fucking good for me.” TJ felt Bucky’s abs clenching beneath his fingers, and the feel of his warmth filling him was just delicious. So good that it almost made him come again. 

They both rocked together, riding out the waves, Bucky’s hand coming up to cup his cheek again. Panting and spent, they held each other's gaze, and TJ turned his head to kiss Bucky’s palm, before Bucky pulled him back in for another deep kiss. It was slow and filled with the passion TJ had seen in his eyes, and the only thing that could make this moment better would be if they were already in bed, wrapped up in the blankets so he could simply drift off to sleep.

Their lips parted, and TJ leaned his forehead against Bucky’s, still trying to catch his breath.

“Wow… who knew starting out slow like that could make it feel so good.” Bucky smirked and hummed, pecking TJ’s lips and stroking his cheek with his thumb again.

“We’ll definitely have to try this again.”

[dykesbites]

ok im gonna focus my anger on to something else. anyways i rewatched night at the museum with my mom and it reminded me of how great the original one was and how god awful the sequel was. like yeah there were some iffy things in the first movie (larry going "civil war guys stop fighting slavery is bad" and they immediately stop fighting and agree with him + the romans and the cowboy miniatures allowed to roam free while the maya are locked up + avid bison hunter teddy roosevelt dating sacagawea + despite their incredibly rich history there's zero black people present etc) but overall the film itself was fun and had a plotline that made sense. it was cheesy and kind of obvious but its a kids movie. then the sequel happened.

ohh my god this movie was so so so bad. like racist/misogynistic bad but also narratively unsatisfying. the worst crime to me was that they literally removed almost all of the old iconic characters from the first film? teddy only shows up in the beginning and the end, ahkmenrah is completely irrelevant, scagawea and attila are locked up most of the time, jed is stuck in the hourglass...none of them have any importance to the actual action despite being THE reason that larry returns to the museum!!

oh and larry totally ditches his son like nick gives him a bunch of information then he loses service on his phone and then...never attempts to contact him again. this poor kid is probably worried sick that his father is being killed by lions or sabretooth tigers.

second worst thing to do with characters: literally all of the new characters were so so incredibly boring, and also didn't have like. a theme around them? it just felt so messy and thrown together, lacking the cohesion that everyone at the natural history museum had. none of the villains have much in common with each other either... and like im not a history expert but i find it very hard to imagine that al capone would work with royalty like come on. oh and kahmunrah was so boring, no real motivations at all. also whyyy is there an octopus.

actually i lied this is probably a worse crime. the mischaracterization of historical figures. i feel like im watching fucking hamilton here! im sorry but napoleon would not give a shit about larry and amelia's potential relationship and that joke wasn't even that funny anyway. WHY DID ABRAHAM LINCOLN ACT LIKE THAT (he was much more tolerable when he came back to the rescue but he was so awful when we met him). the einsteins were annoying. i could go on and on brother

ok moving away from bad writing to address the stuff that's just morally messed up. um. everything about general custer oh my fucking god. i will never forgive them for making sacagawea put up with his stupid ass. he is quite literally most famous for the fact that he tried to kill indigenous people. yeah it wasn't in sacagawea's lifetime but i find it hard to believe that things would just be totally chill between them. not to mention the fact that custer literally contributed nothing, he has an entire moment where larry coddles him for being a failure, then goes into the fight, immediately gets knocked out, and then tries to act like he led the battle. classic white man behavior.

and again, massive lack of black history. there's a moment of solidarity with amelia and the tuskeegee which was nice! genuinely sweet moment. but despite yknow being the race that has existed longer than any other. the tuskeegee are the only black people we see.

and of course the elephant in the room, the obnoxious focus on romance throughout the entirety of the film. the cherubs were super annoying. the thinker showing off his muscles to some random nymph statue or whatever. very weird. and the constant never ending awkward flirting between amelia and larry. like amelia is supposed to be a trailblazer for being a woman doing something impressive that was considered a man's job! so why are you reducing her to a pretty girl who punches people sometimes but mostly just kisses the protagonist even when he says he's not interested!! part of what made the og movie so good was that there were women in the story but none of them were romantically involved with him at all. even rebecca, who seemed like she was set up to be a love interest, was just a good friend of larry's. they were independent women with agency (aside from sacagawea but she shares that lack of agency with the other museum displays) and their own wants needs etc. and of course they had to add in the weirdness of having larry repeatedly say he's not interested in amelia (which makes sense, it would feel out of character for him to immediately be into it) and then have amelia kiss him anyways. really gross. oh and they cast amy adams to play amelia which. nothing against amy adams she's a brilliant actress but not the one for this role. google amelia earhart she's a pretty masculine/rougher woman. not the femme fatale in the movie.

ok i don't have a real conclusion here just my thoughts all dumped. if you read all of this o7 i salute you. feel free to comment/rb with your thoughts btw!

[bluespiritpaintedlady]

All Roads Lead to Kawata…

This is Part 1 of an excerpt from my Mitsuya fanfic over on ao3 called “Love Endures”. The female in this story is NOT the main OC of the story. This is a side character from Mitsuya's past. It falls within his backstory. This is the story of how she meets & gets involved with the Kawata twins, which later becomes a real problem for her AND for MItsuya. Part 1 leads you up to her just meeting them. Pt. 2 is more…uhhh, juicy, let’s say. Ok, fine it’s like straight up fucking porn… *shrugs*

So, yeah, this is my Kawata Twins hole I fell down. Oh my Goddd… Hope y’all enjoy.

There’s no, like, in detail sex in this one, so I don’t think I’m gonna label it MA but a few explicit things are mentioned. Oh and lots of explicit language of course. I mean, come on, that goes without saying, doesn’t it?

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Thursday, February 1st, 2007

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“Koko! Yer gay, right?”

“Ew, fuck off. And it’s none of your business, anyway. I barely even know you, really. It’s only cuz Shin and your brother were buddies…”

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Whatever. I’ve known you since I was 11.”

“Uh huh and yerrrr what, now? 12?”

“Suck my dick, Koko. Anyway, soooo, that’s a yes, then?” She laughs. “Look, I don’t give a shit that you wanna fuck Inupi in the ass. That’s your thing, man. I just want to ask youuuu where all the hot guys are. And I don’t have any girlfriends anymore-“

“I wonder whyyy.”

“Shut UP! And I trust your judgment on cute guys, cuz yer gay.”

“Ugh…whatever, Aya. Yer such a bitch.”

“Uh huh…just dish, ok? What about the guys in your gang? What is it? Toman? Guys in gangs are soooo hotttt… All the muscles and the tattoos, oh my Godddd… So hot!”

Koko smiles. He really doesn’t like “guys”…only Inupi. He and his sister were the only people he’d ever fully opened his heart up to. But, still he recognizes beauty in the opposite sex and she was right. Biker guys <i>were</i> hot.

“Ok, shut up, you hentai. But yeeeeah, our gang has plenty of eye candy. Quite a bit, actually. If yer askin my opinion, no gang looks better than ours….like not even close.”

“Ohhhh, this sounds promising.” She rubs her hands together and gets a devilish look on her face.

Koko rubs his chin. “Hmmm, I don’t know if I should allow a wild ass cougar to be released in the midst of the guys, tho. You could do some real damage.”

“Ohhh pssshhh! First of all, I’m not some old lady lookin for young men…”

“Might as well be…”

“Ew!” She smacks him. “And do you really think poor wittle me is gonna do <i>anything</i> to those big bad bosozoku?? Come onnnn, Koko. Stop being fucking dramatic about eeeeeeverything.”

His eyes narrow to slits. “Slugging fists isn’t the only way to hurt someone, y’know?”

“Yeah…I know…” Her head drops sadly. 

When she doesn’t say more, he turns his head to look at her. He sees the sad lost look on her face. His brow furrows.

“Hey, are you-“

“-Awesome. Well, when’s the next time you guys are all getting together? Or, y’know…at least the hot ones.” She giggles.

He looks at her and smiles. “We don’t split into groups, y’know? All the hot ones over here and all the plain bitches over there.”

“Heh heh, bitches! I love it. They probably are a bunch of bitches. Bet I could break ‘em.”

A look of slight concern comes to his face. “You could probably break most men. That’s why I never fucked you. I know too much…I’ve seen too much.” He shakes his head.

She doesn’t like hearing this. “Soooo, when’s the nexxxxttt tiiiimmeee…?”

“Ugh! We get together once a week, usually Thursday or Friday, depends. So, that means we’re getting together tomorrow tonight but it doesn’t matter, cuz you can’t actually come to the meeting.”

He doesn’t say anymore.

She looks at him with large eyes. “Okaaayy, annndd?”

“Well, I mean…if you show up right at the end, all the guys’ll be there. We usually hang around and talk afterwards for a while. You’ll be able to see us in all our glory…” He smirks at her.

“Well, I doooo love a man in a uniform. So, how many members you got in Toman now?”

“Why? You thinkin about fuckin ‘em all?”

“Maybeeee…” She laughs. “…but then that’s none of yer damn business Koko, and I’ll thank you to stay out of my personal affairs!”

They chuckle with each other. “Uh huh.”

“No, I actually just wanna figure out if I know anyone other than you in there.”

“Well…yeah, Shota’s in the gang.”

“Shotaaa?! For real?! How the fuck? He never told me he was… Oh, now I’m angry. Ugh. Anyway, ok well, he’s my ‘in’ then.”

He rolls his eyes. “Why do you even need an “in” anyway? Just show up. I mean you know me</i>.”

“No, stop. I can’t do that. I can’t just walk in and be like ‘hey bitches I’m here to fuck!’”

“Well, at least it’d be honest…” He turns and looks at her. “Seriously, don’t go fuckin up the guys in the gang. Please. We already got enough fuckin bullshit to deal with, without you whippin everyone up into a pussy-frenzy or having to deal with mul-ti-ple broken hearts.”

“Nooo, I really just want to find one, Koko. I know I talk big-“

“Yeah and you fuck big, too.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I definitely do. But I’m tired of it all, Koko. I’m sooo fucking tired. I’ve gone from one tragedy to the next to the next to the next…” She trails off, lost in painful recollection for a moment. He turns his head away, this was a bit too “intimate” for him. He liked to keep things surface…and for good reason.

She finally continues, “…and now from one guy to the next to the next…”

She trails off again and he picks up where she left off, “…and the next and the next and the next.”, he says with a grin. 

“Shut up, cocksucker. I fight with Dai all the time, so I know I can take your tiny ass.”

He puffs up his chest a tad. “Bigger than <i>you</i>, bitch.” He walks out of the room and grabs his coat mumbling, “I’ll show you small…”

She hears him and laughs. “I wish you would, Kok’. I’ve been tryin to get some of that for a while now.”

She hears “Nope!” float in from the other room. She giggles.

“You dooonn’t knoooww what yer missssinnnn!”, she sings to him.

He laughs loudly and comes back in the room with his coat thrown over his shoulder hanging down from his fingers. 

“Damn Koko, you are hella fly and hella stylish, as always. If only every man had your kind of style…and hotness, too. Damn.”

He turns back around and points towards the door. “Down girl! And I’m leaving, sooo yeah…”

“God, yer so rude… Will you at least give me a kiss before I go?”

“Will you leave if I don’t?”

She smiles big and shakes her head, acting all shy.

“You can’t “pursuade” me with your little “act” so just stop. And come here…”

She giggles and runs over to him.

“Give me your cheek.”

She gives him a pout. “Awww, come on. Just a little sugar, baaayybbbyyyyy?” She smiles.

“Nope. I gotta cut you off.”

“Ugh. Whatever. Fine.”

She puts her cheek up to him and as he goes in to kiss it, she pulls the oldest trick in the book, the old bait and switch. She turns her head quickly and kisses him on the lips.

He lets her have it for an extra minute because he really doesn’t care and he knows how happy it makes her. When he’s had enough, he pulls back.

“Ok, that’s enough. Tiiiimme to gooooo!”

She giggles and hops up and down. 

“Thaaaankkk youuu, Kooookoooo! I looove yooouuu!”

“Uh huh. You love me for my doggy-style.”

She looks him up and down again. “Ugh. I wissshh!”

“Yeah…we definitely need to get you a guy. I can’t keep fillin in.”

“Oh stop it. I haven’t done anything to you that’s hurt you. You certainly didn’t hate it.” She licks her lips. “So, shut up!”

He smiles at her and they walk out together.

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  Friday, February 2nd

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>>12:30pm<<

“Shaaaattoooo! Hey, wait up!” She runs up to him, he watches her bounce. When she reaches him she grabs a hold of his arm and presses her breasts up against his arm. Her high school persona is running strong. “Heeey Shato! It’s been a little bit, right? I was hangin with Koko yesterday and he told me you were in fucking Toman! I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you ever tell me?” She play smacks him and moves in maddeningly close to his body.

Her closeness is throwing his mind off its tracks. He speaks to her in a lowered voice, “Uh…well I mean it’s not something I spread around at school, man. I can’t risk getting a bad rep here. My dad will end my life if I do badly at school.”

She nods like she understands his struggles. Then she gives him a pleading look. 

“Well, I wanna come.”

“Umm, what?” He swallows.

“I wanna come with you!”

“Huh?”, he squeaks out. 

“And see the gang. I want to meet your friends.”

He looks at her confused. “Come with me? Huh?”

“Tonight, of course.”

“Oh..uhhh…heh heh, well… The guys get really crazy about that kind of shit. Uhhh, you can’t just show up at one of our meetings.”

“No, silly…” She presses her tits tighter against him. “I want to come <i>after</i>. Can I? Pleeeaseee?”

“Um…” He’s startin to sweat.

She brings her face right up to his and then leans in to whisper in his ear, “I’ll do annyything to be able to coooommme, Shato.” With a sexy little whimper she whines, “Pleeeaassee?” 

He’s starting to get really hot under the collar. There really wasn’t any other way this was gonna end other than him giving in to her. He was going to say yes. He’s completely helpless against her particular skillset.

“Yeah, Aya. Meet me at Musashi at like, 8:30. And, uh, then maybe we can hang after?”

She is happier than a pig in shit. “Yesssss. Anything for my BEST friend Shatooo!” She kisses him on the cheek and walks away, making herself look as adorable as possibly as she does. As soon as she’s out of his sight, the act drops and she smiles to herself. She’d won yet another battle. Meanwhile, back in the hallway, Shato stood there like he’d just walked the path of a tornado.

“Shato-san? Hey man, it’s time for class. Snap out of it.” Someone bumps him and it snaps him out of it. “Shit.” He scurries off.

>>> 8:25<<<

She strolls casually through the parking lot, like she had not a care in the world. She can hear the shouts of “Otsukaresama desu!” and “Toman!” ringing out all over the grounds of the shrine. It gives her goosebumps. <i>They’re like an army. Fucking amazing!</i> Her smile grows as she walks around and thinks about the gang and looks at their bikes filling the parking lot.

She makes her way over to the steps leading up to the shrine and sits down. She whistles and thinks about Dai. <i>I wonder where he is right now? Is he in someone else’s bed…? Fuckin somebody else?</i> She didn’t like how that thought made her feel. It was deep; the wound was etched into her on a cellular level. She shook her head. “No”, she mumbled to herself. 

<i>I’m gonna go home with Shato tonight and have some fun and then I’m gonna get really fucking high so I can fall asleep-

-Aloonnee…

Stop it! And I’m gonna meet some guys here and maybe one of them will be a good one. There’s gotta be one out there somewhere. Someone as good as Dai-

-There isn’t anyone as good as Dai.

…or better even. He isn’t that great really, anyway. 

That’ssss a liiiieee…you don’t believe that even slightly.</i>

She starts shaking her head at the voice.

<i>You are still in love with him. 

No. No, I’m not. I mean he’s my brother…so, yeah I love him but, no. He broke my fucking heart too many times. 

You’re never gonna find someone who can fuck you like he can….

Oh Godddd…no. Stop! It’s not true. I’ll find someone. I’ve had a few really good fuc-

-You’re never gonna find someone who will hold you in their arms till you fall asleep…</i>

She wants to scream. <i>SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP!

You’re never gonna-</i>

“Hey, Aya!”

He raised her right up out of that prison in her mind. She is so happy to see him because of it, that she jumps right up and hugs him. Tight. It makes him groan just a little. She hears it and smiles. She pulls back and looks at him coyly. “I can’t wait till we get to hang out laaaterrr.”

“Mmmm… me either. I’m sure we’ll have <i>lots</i> of fun.”

She took another step back to look at him. She eyed him all the way up and all the way down. He was lookin sharp in that uniform. This was a different Shota than she’d known at school. 

“Wow….you shine up like a pretty little penny.”

He blushes. “Heh heh… Thanks. You’ve never seen me like this before, huh?” He stands up a little taller and makes an exaggerated tough guy face and pose.

She laughs. “Definitely not.” She brings her lips to his ear. “I like this version. I kinda think it’s my favorite.” She steps back.

He chuckles. “Yeah, mine too. This is my best <i>self</i>.”

She nods and smiles. “I can see it, Shota. You are shining bright right now. I can definitely see it…”

He blushes again. “Thank you. So, uh…you want to meet the gang, huh?”

She gives him a big smile and nods enthusiastically.

“Haha. Yer so damn cute, Aya. Is there any man alive that can say no to you?”

She looks like she’s thinking it over, deeply.

“I don’t know… I mean I haven’t found one yet.” She shrugs and smiles at him.

“Good God. If there <i>is</i> anyone that can, you probably won’t find him among us.” He scoffs. “Come on. Let’s go meet the guys.”

She bounces up and down. He gulps and has to take a deep breath. They walk over to a small group of guys standing around a pair of twins, one with bright pinky-orange shoulder-length hair and one with bright bluish-green shoulder-length hair, both style in exactly the same way. The only difference between them is the color of their hair and the fact that the orange one had sashes flowing from his uniform.

“Kawata! What’s up, man?” 

The blue one looks at him, shows no emotional response, and then looks away. The peach one’s head lifts up and he smiles large. 

“Heeeey Shato! What’s up?”

They do their little “bro hug” and handshake. 

“Who’s your friend, here?”, Kawata asks.

“This is Aya.”

She turns her Adorable Dial up to 11. She bows a little to them and says, meekly, “Hajimemashite!”

“Yeah, Hajimemashite, indeed. I’m Smiley. This is my brother, Angry.” His hand smacks lightly against his brother’s chest. Angry looks over at her, angrily.

“Hey” is all they get out of him.

“Fourth division, introduce yourselves to the fine lady.”

The five guys around the circle with them bow respectfully and shout, “Hai!” Then they start naming off, one after the other from left to right till all 5 are through and they are back round to her and Shato. She bows to all of them and repeats her earlier greeting. 

“So, what you guys up to tonight? Anything fun?”, Shato asks Smiley.

“Nah. I’m saving it all up for tomorrow.”

“What, you got a big date or somethin?”

“I wish. No, a bunch of us are gettin together over at my place tomorrow. Gonna have some fun, get fucked up. Can’t wait. Shit’s been craaaazy around here lately. Need to let down my hurrr, know what I mean?”

Shato looks at him and smirks. “Can’t imagine your hair any more let out than it already is, man.”

Smiley laughs. “Ohhh, you have nooo idea, my friend. It can go sooo MUCH further than this.”

He looks over at Aya and then back to Shato. “Why don’t, uh, you and your friend Aya here, come join us? I’m sure you’ll have a…BLAST.” His grin gets impossibly bigger. Shota looks over to her. “Whadya think, jellybean?”

She starts laughing. “Isn’t it supposed to be ‘know what I mean?’ Like, it’s supposed to rhyme, right?”

He looks at her dumbly. “Huh?”

Her musical laugh rings out again. “Nevermind. Yeah, that sounds awesome.” She turns to Smiley and bows slightly. “Arigato Gozimasu.”

His eyes open ever so slightly. “Pretty <i>and</i> has manners, huh? Isn’t that nice to see?”, he asks no one in particular. He waves his hand back and forth and shrugs. “Kinishinae de.” 

With tomorrow now taken care of, the pressure lifts off of her and she quickly zeroes back in on tonight's meal. In front of all of the guys in their circle, she grabs Shato’s arm and leans in to once again whisper into his ear. She was aware of just how effective this tactic was on this particular boy. She also makes sure they all can see her very clearly pressing her tits against Shato. She really likes makin them squirm a little. She likes to tease. She steps back from his ear and looks at him with a big smile and he nods his head vigorously.

“Hey guys, I need to get Aya-san back home. She’s got a BUNCH of studying to catch up on. I gotta help her out, y’know?” 

“Stopppp! You’re making it soound soo…LEWD. We’re ACTUALLY going to study, y’know? I mean it, Shato!”

Smiley nods his head with a smile. “Heh heh, yeah I'm sure you’ll get pleeennty done tonight.”

She blushes and starts pulling on his arm. “Come onnnn!”, she says with a slight whine.

He looks at Smiley and laughs. “Sorry, she’s beggin me for it. I gotsta gooo!”

“I don’t blame you. I’m surprised you’re still here. So, uh see you two tomorrow, right?”, he says with a quick lick of his lips.

She and Shato smile and their heads bob up and down.

She pays Shato’s favor back in full several times over that night. When they both collapse in her bed at the end of their escapades, she turns her head towards him and between labored breaths she tells him, “Shato…I wanted to…uh, thank you…for helpin me out…today.”

He turns his head towards her and smiles. “I’d say you definitely showed your gratitude PLENTY tonight.”

She giggles. “Well, I was REEALLLY thankful. But I just wanted you to know… I, uhhh, wanna kinda keep this between us. Ok? I mean, I don’t want to confuse you… Like, I don’t want to date. I just wanted to fuck. Can you appreciate that?”

“Friends with benefits? Yeah, I can dig that.”

“Well, friends with bene-FIT, anyway. I don’t know if we’ll be doing this again.”

He looks back over at her. “You mean unless I happen to do something for you another time and make you reeaally thankful for it again?”

She chuckles. “Mayyybeee. I like to take care of my…friends.”

“You sure do. Alright, I’m cool. I ain’t gonna become some needy bitch, if that’s what yer gettin at. We’re all good, babe..”

She feels a slight inner twitch at his use of the word babe. She pushes it down.

“Good”, she says and kisses him. “Alright, I need to get some sleep. You wanna get high with me before you go?”

He gets off the bed and grabs his uniform off the floor and starts putting his clothes back on.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll see ya tomorrow night. Meet me at my place around 8-ish, alright?”

She nods and smiles at him.

“Thank you, Shato. For everything.”

“You’re welcome. I’ma definitely have to say ‘anytime’.”

“Haha! I bet. See ya tomorrow.”

He smiles and leaves her bedroom. She watched him go. <i>Damn, I do love a man in uniform. Mmm…</i> She sighs happily. But the happiness doesn’t hang around long before the whispers have come back and are startin to get loud. The rattle of a pill bottle is heard. She quickly throws a pill into her mouth and then saunters back into Dai’s bedroom and grabs one of the many bottles littering the top of his dresser and takes a big swig. She walks back and collapses on her bed. Tonight she doesn’t dream. 

[otpaholic]

What to do when you're yearning mann

Tis isn't the season 😔😔

GOD GOD GOD WHYYY ARE GIRLS SO FUCKING PRETTYYYY

It's been like 2 hours and I can't stop thinking about her hair and her smile and her dimples and even her fucking teeth and the adorable way she looks away while giggling and how hot she looks when she's in charge and Aaaa. Also her eyes are really beautiful and she smells soo good

Today she stretched and she was wearing a cropped hoodie. And I died at the skin that showed. Also I'm in love with her soft tummy and her thick thighs and like. I realllllyy will have no problems if I'm suffocated between them like I'll literally be the happiest person alive. Also her arms are perfect for cuddling and they're so fucking strong and big and like. She tied her hair up and her muscles flexed and all I could think of was her picking me up and man handling me. And she's tall as fuck and I'm on the shorter side and she drives and all of this just makes her hotter oh my goddddd please why am I such a useless bisexual I have WORK to do and this girl hasn't stopped running through my head!!!!! I feel so fucking weird like!! I've never thought so much about someone before ever!! I literally have to stop myself from stalking her Instagram!!! I'm so far gone that today I invented an hour of work after class just to spend time with her(and it worked)!!

And worse part is !!! I don't even know if she's into girls! Like I have an inkling that she's queer and kind of into me? but if I'm pining after a straight girl oh my god I'm gonna be the biggest fool ever god pls save me if I'm being delusional

Anyways girls. Especially this girl is pretty as fuck and we vibe really well. And we have to see each other and work together for the next 2 months almost everyday. God is it my turn finally pleaseeee

[retronamic]

Arcane Women and their S/O at the Beach

Inspiration struck in a thunderstrom at 3 am. Hope yall enjoy :))))

Also i might start making drabbles or oneshots now if I'm not tooooo lazy since i have exams coming up too and haven't studied for shit ANYWAYS

Gender Neutral! Reader

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Г Vi |

- A WHOLE ASS 5 YEAR OLD

- The minute her feet touched warm sand, it's as if her mental age dropped by a couple years. You could help but giggle at her antics.

- Imagine this woman who looks like she's killed a man turn into literally golden retriever and rave about who can find the most seashells to take home.

- Even challenged some kids to a sand castle building contest (she lost and came crying to you and you had to buy her a snow cone and cuddle her till she felt better. Bish imma a mother no drama )

- I mean its understandable as to whyyy she's like this. Growing up in Zaun finding a body of water that wasn't a literal cesspool of filth and toxins was rare. Plus not really getting to be a kid growing up and living the rest of her adolescence in juvie :(((

- This also explains why when you asked to go in the water, she froze. She prolly forgot to mention a key detail bout herself....she can't swim. I mean she was embarrassed to admit it. She prides herself on being this independent, strong and "I can do it all" type of woman, but when it comes getting from one end of the pool to the other.... "Babeeee, let's us go back to the blanket, we don't have to go in the water. What if there's a shark? I heard the pop out of nowhere"

- .....the water hasn't even passed her knees. Even though she's being overdramatic and whiny, don't make fun herrr. She's just not use to large bodies of water and worse swimming in them

Being the loving partner you are, you helped her wade through the water, assuring her there's nothing to be sacred of. You taught her the basics and by the end of it, she can do a decent doggy paddle to save her life :))))

Г Sevika |

- Like Vi, wasn't use to large body of non toxic water. So when she actually saw the beach, she was stunned for a hot minute

- She mainly sat on the blanket under the umbrella admiring the view and shit. She even scooped you up and placed you on top of her and went back to relaxing (if you have on a bikini, she def played with the strings and "accidently" loosed your top. Don't worry since your pressed against her chest no one saw anything).

- She's asked you to help her apply some sunscreen. She used it as an excuse to flex her muscles like the show off she is and also she doesn't like the sun all that much (but mostly looked for an excuse to flex her biceps)

- You asked her if she wanted to come in the water with you. She said no. Why? Even though she said she was tired, the real reason is, well yea she hates water but also she knew that if she went into the water she would have to take off her robotic arm

- Even though, Sevika is a confident and head strong woman, she is still a little bit insecure about her arm. Though its been years since the incident, she prefers to avoid situations in taking off her arm, as without it she doesn't feel whole

- She never told you any of this, but you picked up on it since when you first get together, she kept her robotic arm away from you most of the time. You respected the fact that she probably didn’t want to go in the water, and when on your own. 

- When you came back she made some corny pick up line, to which you hit her on her shoulder and called her an idiot (but you were blushhhhhhhinnngggg and she saw ittt)

Г Grayson |

- Doesn’t go to the beach often tbh. One, crowds. This woman hatesss crowded places (same tho) so prefers to go to some private pool if she can and she also thinks the ocean is dirty asf. I mean she isn’ttt wrongg but still

- Mostly stays under the umbrella just reading a book and munching on some of the food she packed. A quite peaceful day at the beach......until your ass got bored and wanted to mess with her

- You pushed your face in between her and her book. You proceeded to channel every muscle in your face to make you give the biggest pout ever. Not being one to say no to you (spoiled asf), she agreed to come with you

- You guys splashed around in the water for a bit until you challenged her to a swimming race. You thought, you would obviously win since, Grayson is older than you (I'm not calling her old) and how fast can she be? 

- She had to drag you back out the water, since you could barely kick your legs anymore with how tired you were. She got you huffing and puffing (and not in the good way). “H-How the h-h-hell y-you *breath* swim so fast?” 

- I mean it’s simple, she is the sheriff of Piltover, you realllllyy think they would hire a bish that can’t swim :/ 

- She told you that you did great and did a decent job at keeping you with her (A for effort) she gave you a quick peck on the lips and proceeded to carry your ass to the blanket, where you guys sent the rest of the day eating snacks while Grayson the book aloud to you

Г Ambessa |

- Has been to may beaches across all of Runeterra, and at each and every one of them, she treated it like a god damn runway

- Nah cuz tell me why she had to step out in the most revealing, figure hugging bathing suit she had........were you complaining? No. Were you jealous that other people WILL be looking? A lil bit. I mean look herrrr

- And the fact Ambessa is a natural show off, didn’t help. Even though you knew she was flexing her muscles for you (and it was well appreciated ngl), you still had to spend the first couple hours of your beach trip, shooing off random people who were trying to pick her up (and some of them were damn disrespectful, acting like you weren’t preached on her lap as they tried to get her number) 

- Ambessa didn’t entertain them either, she would let them bat the ball but she would purposefully let the ball fly out the gate. She found you cuddling further into her quite cute, she liked that you were protective of her (even though she surely didn’t need much protecting, it was nice to know you were willing to regardless) 

- When yall went in the water, you were practically being tossed around like a ragdoll (I mean you should be used to that feeling already) but you on her shoulders one minute, then cradled in her arms the next, then somehow on her back, then back on her shoulders. You had fun though and she made sure not to hurt you at all :)))

I wanted to extend to Caitlyn and Mel butttt my ass is lazy asf and I have writer's block since I have labs to complete for school. Also I might start doing requests and stuff since again writers block is capping my ass rn and I need inspoooooo. Anyways enjoy loveliesss ❤❤❤

[slutforchocorobos]

Since it's still mermay, H2O verse mermaid tail ranking:

(idk how this came to be so long, so it under a read more)

out of any music videos, commercials, TV shows, movies, H2O verse tails are still miles, MILES ahead in terms of construction and quality than almost any other production. (psh psh shoutout to JMB FX Studio) BUT i will blabber opinions bc i can

ON WITH THE RANKING:

#4 Mako Mermaids mermaid tails

Jonathan decided to expand everything: lore, universe, cast (so many tails and tops you guys, if I was the one in charge of gluing all those scales I would've killed myself on the spot) but his budget obviously wore thin.

so weak, so flimsy, need milk

These make me sigh to no end, why whyyy the same design as h2o when they have NO budget to afford the same tails.

Look at how they murdered my girls, the tails can no longer stand on its own, they look so sad. THE TAIL PHOTO IS PART OF THE ESSENCE OF H2O,THE MAIN DRAW OF A MERMAID SHOW. They really had to photoshop the tails on later seasons 😔. Tragic.

i appreciate that each tail has a fun unique pattern kinda animal inspired under the scales. it gives the tails an opportunity to blend with the characters and their personalities. also them tails still hit my little nostalgia bones.

#3: Mako Mermaids Merman tails

The addition of mermen was so good and the production fucked up the overall design of the mermen (no upper body fish details? for real? it really bothers me).

this tail wouldn't be so low in the list if it wasn't in the h2o verse. it's clearly the most creative design of the bunch (again getting killed by the lack of structure) but there's an established look to the tails, getting 3 similar designs with a realistic approach and a blue fantasy outlier???, not a fan of the color but I get why it happened, the shape tho????.

poor mako mermaids 😔 the tails don't have the same structural strength and intense detailing as the h2o ones. BUT COMMON ZAC IS THE MAIN CHARACTER (and on s1 the only merman). Mah boi Chai is too strong for these tails😭 look at how it bends at the ankles.

#2 H2O season 3 mermaid tails.

these have the opposite problem. these are so thick lol why do these weight 40 kilos lmao.

these look different from s1, not a problem. they look yellower and lighter in color. the fish detailing is thicker. the tail has glitter in it now?? this simplified design helped me understand the anatomy of the tail, so my art skills owe to this design a lil bit lol, and it looks pretty underwater tbh.

I don't get the change tho, the show has a darker plot, the characters have grown up but the tails have a more kid friendly look??? I don't remember toys of them.

why make a whole new set of tails when the new mermaid got transformed on the opposite side of the world and the other two already had tails

sidenote: these ruined all fan edits that wanted all 4 mermaids together (5 if you include Charlotte) bc they had to edit either Emma or Bella with the other tail and it looked weird and mismatched.

Honorable mention: H2O Season 1 Miriam costume contest tail

this one is so funny, it mocks the practicality of mermaid costumes. it looks opposite of what our "real" mermaids look like. all colorful and shiny and over the top. Also this look gives miriam a good amount of karma thanks to kim lol.

#1 H2O season 1 mermaid tails

LOOK AT THEMMMM. 2006, the start of the gritty realistic aesthetic in TV and movies, and those mermaid tails fit so beautifully in that era. the bright campy 2000s beach fashion + dark "realistic" fantasy is such a *chef kiss* combination.

the tails are designed to look as real as possible, a tail for an animal that big needs muscles, the tails need to look strong enough to push the mermaid and flexible enough to believe the fluke is still a movable body part.

The brown-orange kinda fits into the realistic fish colors plus those naturally occuring in human skin + hair. also the top gives a unified whole bodyness to the transformation 💕

THE TEXTURE, oh god those scales were glued with love istg and that fluke was carved with so much detail and care.

these tails oof they invented mermaids istg any future mermaid media owes them BIG TIME. if it's cgi the tail needs to look strong, integrated into the body, and affect the movement accordingly, if it's practical effect they need to hide them knees and ankles!!, those breaks ruin the illusion of flow and hydrodynamics while swimming ( + recognizing a human body underneath kinda breaks the immersion).

h2o season 4 when 😔😔😔