#(and he does have clear ones fitted!)

[chayannesegg]

might be worth noting that tubbo got lore today because he made it canon he warped back from the boat.

i think this was confusing bc he wasn't sure initially how to play it (he is not a lore guy by trade we all know this), and waffled back and forth with it (with fun bits like "it's tuesday" or "it's a time rift"), but he definitely did make it canon.

he has the story: the boat didn't leave, he had his warpstone. he knew they would just steal him back, like they did the first time.

he has the reason: he desperately needed to see sunny before he left; couldn't sit idly by

and he made it clear that's what he wants to have happened. he told his chat to stop "-rp point"-ing him about it multiple times bc he's trying to make it canon (and told fit the same when he came back post-ghost bit).

he also asked sunny's admin whether she wanted their interactions to be filler or canon and she chose canon

plus he had a canon interaction with forever explaining it and asking him to watch over his daughter

and he and sunny built things and interacted with each other based specifically off the info he was kidnapped, that he will have to go, and that they both knew it was coming

so while you may have to ignore or recontextualize some of the goofier interactions when he initially came back (phil/etoiles/fit stuff esp), tubbo did come back, the code attack did happen, it's already been fit into the lore, and i don't doubt sunny is going to tell fit about it this week!!

#qsmp #qsmp tubbo #i think he is largely laying low out of fear of being taken back early also bc sunny doesn't want him far from home #uhh restless djing while she sleeps aside #it's obviously a little awkward but i think it's easy enough to imagine why pac (guy who responds so well to being kidnapped historically) #might be too stuck in his own head to even think of leaving the boat #etoiles i can speak to less but like a lot of things have to be explained away #bc it's a minecraft server and people aren't always on tubbo is one of the only people who'd even be on today usually anyway #but regardless tubbo made it clear what he wants his canon to be and the admins followed suit #i for one am excited for fit resistance lore with the codes acting up and not code-tamer etoiles to help #also what will he do with sunny he can't just leave her to do his tasks #and she typically stays on way longer than ramon usually does esp since he came bacl #but this is another post entirely i just want to see the man of secrets be kindergarten cop'd #that and vibrating about purg 2

[fictionadventurer]

Me: Is this Farmer Boy sequel written in 2012 really going to be able to feel like a legitimate follow-up to the style and atmosphere of the original, or is it just another modern cash-grab?

Heather Williams, on page 2: Best of all, he knew that fall meant crispy spareribs and sweet cider and hot roasted potatoes with melting butter and all the pumpkin pie he could eat.

Me: ....it looks like I can trust you. Carry on.

#little house #farmer boy goes west #i'm about halfway through and i'm fairly impressed #she seems to be making a legitimate effort to match some of the stylistic quirks of the original #there are pieces that are anachronistic or too modern #or elements that fit better into the laura books than the almanzo one #(mrs. wilder of farmer boy would not give an explanation of the history of jenny lind trunks even though caroline ingalls would) #there is a lot of focus on food (good) #perhaps a bit too much focus on horses (he wouldn't spend *all* his time thinking about starlight) #the throughline of 'what does he want to be' is stupid when we know he wants to be a farmer #the parents feel less old-fashioned than they did in the original #the sibling dynamics are pretty good (especially with alice) #there are some things that are fun in light of the later books but aren't obnoxious wink wink style foreshadowing #the author's note makes it clear that she did try to do her research and stick to real history and to laura's heavily altered timeline #and i can totally forgive her for a really shoehorned in conversation #because when you find out that the future founder of sears was in spring valley at the same time as almanzo #you *have* to stick that in no matter how clunky it is

[fischlcatgirl]

Board certified abyss 12 HATER

#‘oh youre just bad at it’ i am bad at it because its bad game design. i rest my case #im not even bad at it. i could definitely clear and 36 star if i wanted to. however i should not have to take 40 shots at thr same content #trying to random luck my way into mashing the right set of buttons and miaculously not getting hit because the hp pools are too high to lose #a single percent of your dps bringing a healer or. for that matter. actually healing. #this is i think why Neuvillette has such a good rep. hes basically invincible at c1 which means you #dont have to retry the same chambers over and over because he keeps getting one-shot. because lets all look into our hearts at this moment #his damage is not that much higher than any other dps character’s damage. he just also heals and fits into the current meta #people used to say the same shit theyre saying about neuvillette about nahida #and once natlan comes out the meta will change once again. hp builds will once again become unnecessary in abyss. bennet will make a #reemergence. overload meta will become real. there will be one character who is good to use in burgeon teams theyll be burgeon nilou. this #is my natlan prediction #part of it anyway #and then we will get shneznaya and there will be a character who does damage based on how high you can get their crit over 100% but they #wont be that meta theyll be like cursed with low modifiers. but nonetheless the meta will change again. #im in a love hate relationship with the genshin meta because it is in a love-hate relationship with itself #board certified my post #board certified metaposting

[acrobattack]

i think it’s fun that blossom and buttercup butt heads the most vs brick who targets boomer and more or less gets along swell with butch

#once again this is just me stating the obvious but i think about it a lot anyway #like with buttercup it’s a general refusal to follow the given instruction #vs boomer whose issue with brick tends to be incomprehension or lack of capability #and like. the difference between a leader who wants a Good Clean outcome vs one who just wants to have fun at all costs #butch has no reason to oppose brick because their goals basically align similar to how bubbles and blossom function #whereas buttercup Wants to be reckless under the instruction of someone who simply is Not #and boomers situation is a bit different because he really doesn’t oppose Brick much at all #he’s just a bit slow to catch on and will tend to speak out of turn out of excitement to contribute to a situation #vs butch who quite literally just parrots a lot of what brick says in a lot of his dialog #boomer is just ‘soft’ enough to be an easy target #it also Is just really fitting of brick to aim that kind of attitude at someone who’s less likely to do anything about it #whereas blossom generally has a real point she wants to drill into buttercups head so the resulting fight is. kind of the goal #idk where i’m going with this i just saw a post that made me want to organize these thoughts somewhere #bubble journal #editing to add more #like alright boomer is. undoubtedly a part of their group #i don’t think he’s a true odd one out he Isn’t #he scraps with them and likes the same things they do and generally likes to participate with them #he just so happens to be the ‘worst’ relative to the other two at being a Rowdy/ruff Boy #at least in the way they perceive one ought to be #so when he gets a bit too obviously naive he’ll get singled out #but it’s clear he can generally keep up with them anyway #if only for the fact that brick and butch can instantly tell when bubbles wasn’t able to #does this make sense i feel like i lost the plot

[larsnicklas]

guys have we ever discussed the fuckass way matthew wears his ?? shin pads (?) over the tongue of his skates? and his socks do not go over them all the way?

#i've spent an hour and a half squinting at his skates on getty. #it's not a shot blocker — they're not that bulky and they tend to be custom molded to the skate #(and he does have clear ones fitted!) #i guess it could be extra ankle protection? like an extra piece of gear i haven't seen used? #otherwise it really is just like. him wearing his shin pads kind of weird LOL #i've seen other guys tuck their tongues below their socks or pads but like. #he wears his shin pads (assuming that's what they are) soooo low? #have we considered he can't skate because his feet fucking hurt bc of the way he's wearing this stuff??

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

Sometimes I want to read my friends' fics bc like... friends! Their fics! But then like... my brain reminds me the only fic I read is dmcl.

#DCB Comments #i have the desire to read my friends' fics but my interests are so strict abt it!!! #i mean there's one other ship i am considering reading fic for but it's not even fe #other than that i don't even read tellius fics bc tbh the only tellius fics i would read #would be shinaff and i and like maybe five other ppl tops even ship it so that's just #not happening out of its lack of existence LOL. sadge. #but like... what i write does not equal what i can read. i only seem to have the drive to actually /read/ dmcl #also one of my biggest issues with tellius fics is similar to the lorenz issue #i don't trust most ppl to correctly characterize shinon. with lorenz ppl don't actually #write him in character most of the time. he's written with clear and intended disdain from almost every writer i've ever seen write him #with shinon i completely do not trust that anyone except like me and five other ppl don't just #ignore all his character traits and all the facets of his personality. most ppl reduce him to what they WANT him to be #and not what he actually is. nobody EVER writes abt his care for children. his generosity toward his friends #how he canonically returned to the GMs and stuck by them regardless of where they went/what they did #how he - having been poor all his life by inference of dialogue - does what he can to stop them from being poor #he could leave at any time with his skills and get work anywhere he wanted. he doesn't bc he grew out of that desire #once he felt he had a place he truly fit in with. nobody writes him as the complex human being he canonically is written as #he's just ''the asshole who doesn't like ike'' and we know what the other part is that i won't get into #or we will be here for another few hours of me debunking ppl's bullshit. but yeah. shinon is basically like #the central reason i do not touch tellius fics with a thousand foot pole. i don't trust ANYONE with him unless i already know you #and that even if you don't like him i can at least trust you'd still write him in character and not just as #the obvious character you only wrote in to bash. even reading dmcl is difficult when i can tell the writer #doesn't give a shit abt writing lorenz in character and just uses him to be annoying and shit #aside dmcl being a hyperfixation yeah... that's some reasons why i do not read other fics #not that that is related directly to my friends' writing - that's bc my brain lightbulb only turns on with dmcl content #also why i have not read gautier content. i think it's changing now but like in general #the vast majority of the fandom i do NOT trust to actually understand miklan's character/story/motivations #bc he's basically just tossed aside as the pure evil villain who uwu hurt sylvain #i think myself and some other miklan lovers have helped fix that a bit with hopes' help #but i've loved miklan since before hopes came out so that's why i never bothered trusting gautier content either

[cloudprincesslady]

i'm sure a million people have already said this sorta thing but goddamn this is the most frustrating hour of critical role i've ever watched

#and i've been here a looooooooooooooooooooooooong time #like. taliesin acting like this was a choice that was gonna involve sacrifice and pain and then he would get to be something else #when matt all but explicitly said 'yeah so anybody BUT ashton taking this will be fine but if ashton does it he'll straight die' #like. like. like. honestly. #matt could not have been more clear that this one wasn't meant for ashton #it honestly feels like if keyleth had tried to claim fenthras. #or like. if vax had tried to claim the vestige that went to percy #like. sometimes you make choices in a roleplaying game because they're the right choice above the table. #it is not chill to hoard loot or to take things from other pcs and that's honestly what this situation feels like. #it couldve been literally anybody else. anyone. anyone at all. #admittedly lets be real this feels like the most fitting conclusion to ashton's story imo lmao he was born of hubris and he died of hubris #but like! theyre not gonna let this be the end of his story! #which sucks for me! a person who dislikes the character and is now watching him do the MOST FRUSTRATING THING EVER #and hes almost certainly not even gonna feel the consequences of it #also him kissing fearne to manipulate her and then saying 'that's never happening again' was AWFUL. absolutely awful. #i don't care how he meant it #also when matt said 5 rounds to go and taliesin was like oh i thought it was further #when matt said 'i was real clear yall' i FELT for him #he did EVERYTHING right as a dm! this isn't on him! #when your players go against your signposting... #also the fact that taliesin keeps asking for people to stay and heal him and keep him together? #when they're taking damage and probably gonna be destroyed by his death???? fuck me #look! i like taliesin as a person! but DAMN I hate the way he plays the game lmao! #the only character of his i've ever liked is caduceus #good for marisha saying NO to giving her supermassive new healing potion to ashton lmao #i would not have been NEARLY as gracious as matt about this lmao #im keeping my liveblogging to these tags bc i do not want to get caught up in discourse lmao #also matt wtf the DC in the last two rounds was only 15???? by the end it should absolutely be DC 20 cmon #hes trying to absorb the essence of a PRIMORDIAL TITAN into a body which is already holding the essence of a different primordial titan!!!! #god. i wish he didnt have that fucking ring. i desperately wish he died doing this.

[dutybcrne]

Love the fact that Diluc and Kaeya were described to be “like twins” bc I get thinkings of them eerily having like. Smth of twin esp, and it just confusing the HECK outta Crepus endlessly bc only ONE of his boys is his biological son, and yet without a doubt, they were just so attuned to each other, that no matter where they happened to be, o matter how much older they got, they’d IMMEDIATELY beeline for each other if there ever was a shift in mood

#//Nah fr; these two rotate in my brain like in centrifuge #☆ ┆ ( .ooc. ); #//Anywho this was born out of me thinking about nobody every knowing when Kae got dysphoric bc he’d rather DIE than voice it #//And then I thought; no. Luc would know. he would know but prolly know not what to fucken DO about it #//Maybe sends smth via Noelle or one of his birds; smth small but meaningful to distract him #//Maybe demanding he go and clear out hilichurls near the Winery; bc the knights Clear Need The Head’s Up Or They’d Have Missed That Spot #//Cluld Diluc do it himself; yes. but like this; now Addie can get to see Kae and take care of him; whatever’s going on #//Kae could never resist popping by for a quick hello to his favorite maid; after all #//Prolly why Kae was so restless while Luc was off in Snezhnaya. waking up endlessly; vision or not; bc SMTH happened leagues away #//And the worry suddenly GRIPPED him; and refused to let go until Diluc wherever he was got to safety. only THEN would Kae relax #//Even if only marginally; bc now he’s going to be anxious about what that was for the rest of the day #//Even with the divide the years and Kae’s confession of his heritage put btw them; I’d like to think it still lingers #//They just can’t read each other as well anymore bc they think they’ve wholly changed. And in some aspects; they really have #//Or is it that Luc can’t believe Kae really is still the same kid he knew under the mask; & Kae can’t believe Luc does still care #//Anywho; love the idea of one getting into a depressive slump & the other getting in a cold sweat like ‘I gotta draft a letter-‘ #//Bc that’s one of the only ways they can communicate without getting snippy; ig #//I like to think Kae thinks it as Celestia’s big joke on him #//How else could such a bond still linger after what he did to destroy the new of it? Now he’s alwaysgot to be reminded of the broken pieces #//A fitting punishment for a sinner whose greatest fear is to be alone #//The strongest; most trusting jond he’d ever had; now left to tatters in his hands that he can’t begin to fix so easily

[gallusrostromegalus]

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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#Family Lore #Long Post #Local Man Experiences Local Weather

[autumnation]

everytime I want to finally draw an oc and get some development in, my brain always makes me unable to visualise them properly as if I haven't had these brainworms since I was 14

#im TWENTY ONE NOW #but noooo i have to make a moodboard so my dumb little baby brain can know what they look like #as if one of them isnt one of the most wettest pathetic loserboys in a collared white button up and wingtips #i literally have to make moodboards for them this is so annoying #last time i opened the oc moodboard file was april this year #im not even halfway done 😭😭 #one day ill get this done and then i can actually put them on paper and then NO MORE ILLNESS #ally isaac benedict fiore flynn charlotte im gonna draw u guys one day 🫵 just wait for me #(just realised i have a pretty clear visual of hunter in my head but. he's not even part of my main cast of ocs UGH) #its bc he's so stereotypical like he has messy unkempt hair and a huge ass scar across his nose and its like he doesnt take care of himself #ohmygod i need to make a moodboard of hunter. my main ocs are gonna kill me 🥴 #.txt #edit: just remembered one of my ocs outfit inspirations was supposed to be wallace wells (and this was way way back before the anime) #but i never put anything in his moodboard and. oh im so sad i didnt bc comic wallace looked so comfy in winter fit #and i can't find the refs #edit 2: didnt wanna say it but hunter looks like a very messy cellbit in my head (and cellbit is already v unkempt and scraggly) #aight now that ive done a mcyt link i was googling messy anime businessman for benedict refs and #NO JOKE one of the refs straight up look like elmariana it made my jaw drop #LIKE. DOES BENEDICT LOOK LIKE COURT SUIT MARIANA TO ME #I'll scream I'll cry i cant do this today please. let me finish this half completed benedict moodboard #god please dont. dont do this to me benedict is already sad wet and pathetic enough i cant- i can't visualise him looking like qmariana i-

[masonsystem]

also this page from chp 3 is the first time we see seto "using his powers" in the manga except his powers dont get explained until like 20 something chapters later so whoever is reading the manga blind will just think this is some weird dude talking to animals which is like. LOL

#but also its very clever bc that characterization of him fits perfecting first of all #and also it acts as a cool reveal later once u do learn that he can read minds and ur like #ohhhh he wasnt just talking to a bird like a weirdo. well like he is but he could understand the bird at least #kgprambling #but also like its kinda insane how belatedly his powers r introduced #like if ur not caught up w the lore aka read a character profile of seto before or smth #then his powers are gonna one of the last that you'll learn abt. which is kinda wild #also it DOES NOT HELP that this is a black and white manga meaning that well. #its not clear when anyones eyes are red if no one points it out so honestly seto might just be #talking to a random bird without understanding them LOL #which honestly aligns w his character bc he hates his powers very very much #also his eyes doesnt have the shading that red eyed have in the manga? i think?? idk #seto tag

[xanaxspritz]

an: a continuation of these perv!nanami headcanons. im a journalist for my work and i had so many deadlines this past week. sorry for slight inactivity !!!

synopsis: nanami knew he was in trouble when you mentioned you were a virgin. he's been obsessed with bedding you ever since then

cw: perv!nanami, creampie, overstimulation, slight power imbalance, virgin afab! reader

nanami felt his own heart pounding when he opened the his apartment door for you. you looked so sweet, so delicate in the mini soft pink sundress you wore. your lips upturned into that shy flirty smile of yours that always drove him crazy. you looked good enough for him to eat whole.

he wondered if his intentions had been clear enough when he invited you over for the first time. unknowingly or not, you teased him relentless for weeks and weeks, from batting your doe eyes at him to slowly, day by day, showing up to his office at work in a much more revealing outfit than yesterday. you made him mad with lust.

and now he has you squirming on his couch, panties soaked and pulled aside with his thick fingers sliding in and out of you, thumb rubbing on top of your clit.

"that's it princess. you're doing so good," he says softy into your thigh, digging his fingers even deeper inside you. "need to stretch you out first."

"p-please i can't..." you mewl out. "it feels too g-good!"

"i know, i know. don't fight it, stay with me love." he reassures. determined to give you your first orgasm, he took out his digits and fully removed your pretty pink panties, diving into your wet heat, savoring and licking up all your deliciousness. the deep heat you felt down inside blossomed into a bright, mind numbing feeling that took over your whole being, as if you were floating on a cloud.

"good?" he asked.

you nodded, your head in a haze. never in your life have you felt this good, and you didn't want him to stop.

"im going to fuck you now. okay?"

"o-okay..." you watch him strip down to boxers, wondering how much trouble you would be in taking his girthy length.

"just relax," he whispers hovering on top of you, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

you felt his tat tip rubbing at your slick entrance, feeling every inch of him slide into you until he was fulling seated. it felt like he was slowly ripping you apart.

"kento, it hurts..." you whine.

"shh..ill go slow."

your pussy was intoxicating, so tight and snug around his cock, like a fitted glove. the fact that he was even fucking your little virgin pussy made him want to cum instantly, but he refrained, fucking deep long stokes into you.

"so fucking good," he moaned. "like you were made for me."

your eyes started to roll into the back of your head with pleasure as each stroke of his fat cock filled your pussy up. the living room filled with your soft whimpers and moans that made nanami's cock impossibly harder.

"i want to cum in your sweet little pussy. will you let me?"

too much of a daze, you nodded your head yes. loads and loads of his warm cum filled deep inside your womb. nanami pulled out, leaving the rest of the sticky substance to drip on to your inner thighs.

you didnt realize how tight you were gripping nanami's shoulders until he pulled off you, red finger marks rippled along his collarbones.

still fucked out, you rolled into his arms, where he holds you so dearly as if you were a piece of fine china he was scared to drop.

"good girl," he mumbled into your hair. "taking my cock so perfectly."

next time he would fuck you even harder, faster. he wanted to absolutely drunk on his cock, like it was only thing you knew. and since he was so blessed to be the one to take your virginity, he wouldn't let anyone else inside you.

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #kento nanami #nanami x fem!reader

[kissitbttr]

miguel putting up with his girl’s princess attitude

-

“miguel!” you call out from the bathroom as your fingers delicately fix the straps of your bodycon dress. “can you come here for a minute?”

miguel sighs, this is the third time you keep calling him knowing how busy he is at the moment. work has gotten the best of him, and if reinventing new techs back to back isn’t enough to drain him, he has to keep up with your needs daily.

does he has the courage to say no to you, though? nope. as much as he hates to admit it because it’s embarrassing, he’s scared of you. if the spider society think that Miguel is too frightening then they have not seen you get mad or being a brat.

“coming, baby!” he walks out of his office while taking off his glasses, rolling the sleeves of his henley shirt to his elbows.

the bathroom door is left wide open, immediately seeing you standing before the mirror in a long and tight fitting grey dress that falls just around your ankles. and just like that, his annoyance completely washed off,

he takes a good look at you. eyes slowly observing every single detail of your face and down to your body. the way that dress hugs your curves and accentuate your best assets should be a crime,

God, you’re such a perfection.

“shut your mouth before you catch flies, babe” you jokingly say as your fiancee stares at you with his jaw slightly agape. “mind helping me?”

Miguel clears his throat after, slightly smirking as he shrug his shoulders. he leans against the door way with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving yours.

“you look absolutely divine, mi amor.” he comments, taking his lower lip between his teeth. “is that new?” he points at the dress,

rolling your eyes playfully, you try to keep your composure still. even after three years of dating—now engaged— he still manages to make your heart skips and create butterflies in the pit of your stomach,

“I know” you reply in confidence, winking at him which he chuckles in return. “and yes it is! it’s SKIMS! got it yesterday, does it look good on me?”

he frowns, tilting his head to the side. “baby, you already know the answer to that come on now… you make anything look sexy.” he strides closer to you as he stands from behind you, “now, què necesitas?” he questions, resting his hands on his hips

you find it attractive how he towers over you, and it’s one thing that you love about him. it’s not that you’re petite or anything. but compared to how tall and big he is, you’re definitely tiny.

“straighten my hair for me please? I can’t reach it” you pout at him through the mirror, “just this part right here” fingers move to the back to touch part of your hair,

“ay dios mio, woman… you’re lucky i love you” he teases before grabbing the iron from the sink. “going out with the girls, mami? i assume lunch?” he asks as he starts parting your hair with one hand,

your head shakes, straightening the dress. “no, I’m doing cake testing today and wedding dresses … Darla is bringing three more flavors.”

he stops what he’s doing, giving you a confused look. “alone? cariño why didn’t you tell me? you know I’d come with you” he feels a bit disappointed and now guilty that he’s busying himself with work and instead you’re left dealing with your wedding, alone.

his hand rests on your shoulder and you move yours on top of him. “hey, it’s okay, Miggy… you’ve been so stressed lately i do not want to put more pressure… it was last minute anyway, she texted me this morning.”

“you’re my girl, i would never be too busy for you.” he says almost too fast,

giving him a sincere smile, you nod your head. “yes… i know, baby. trust me it’s okay…plus it’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride in a wedding dress” you giggle a bit. “we can go over the seating arrangements again together, yeah? i promise” you plant a soft kiss on his finger,

Miguel exhales a sigh, still feeling tiny bit upset that he won’t be there to keep you company. “okay, fine… tell Darla that keep vegan options open for the cakes.”

“noted, honey.” you tell him as he continues to straighten your hair, “is everything okay with work?”

he nods, eyes too fixated on your long hair, not wanting to mess up a single strand. “just running over a few reports and fixing few minor defects on the techs and my suit…the last guy did quite a number on me.”

“hmm i love it when you speak science to me” you comment, watching him laugh a bit at your flirty remark. “but you still need to be careful. i do not want to see my future husband all bruised up when i walk down that aisle or else I’ll leave your ass.” your tone comes off demanding and firm, but it’s only because you care.

“yes ma’am” he replies, setting down the hot object down on the sink before slowly running his fingers through your hair. “there you go, baby” he moves your hair to the front, kissing your cheek and seeing you smile just makes him happy. knowing he’s done a great job.

turning around to face him, you stand on your toes to kiss his lips. “thank you, miggy… I’ll see you later, okay? we can go grab dinner outside and then movie night at 9?”

his heart warms at that and lips stretches into a large grin. “sounds like a plan.” then he lightly slaps your ass as you walk out of the door,

“let me know if there’s going to be bunch of assholes staring at you today, I’ll hunt them down and fucking kill them on the spot.” he mentions as if it’s nothing

and they say romance is dead.

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cake testing with miggy!

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─ you're the sunflower ੈ✩‧₊˚

✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

✶ synopsis: everyone on the team loves you, expect miguel who seems to hate you more than anyone.

✶ warnings: angst!! major angst. sunshine!reader x grumpy!miguel. reader is nicknamed sunflower, mentions of death.

✶ notes: there's one spanish sentence in this, I'm not good with spanish so if I've made a mistake please tell me so i can fix it! part two is already up!!!

Everyone on the team loved you from the moment you joined, everyone, except Miguel. 

You knew Miguel was cold towards everyone, but he was extra cold with you. Maybe it was because of how different your personalities were. 

You were the embodiment of sunshine, always positive in any situation, putting others before yourself. Hence why everyone calls you sunflower, it fits perfectly, Miles was proud of coming up with it. 

Miguel on the other hand was cold and distant but that didn't stop you from trying to get him to open up. You'd try to have simple conversations with him but nothing, all you would receive in reply was an eye roll or a slight grunt, but you wouldn't give up that easily. 

Like today, you got him some coffee. 

"Morning, boss. Got you some coffee." You said in your usual cheerful tone. 

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows, looking down at you suspiciously. That's the most he's said to you all week. 

"Because I wanted to." You shrugged, placing it down on his desk. 

He steped down walking towards his desk, you couldn't help but stare at him, unfortunately for you, everything about him was so attractive, it's such a shame he hated you. 

"This isn't how I like my coffee." 

"Huh?" You snapped out of your daydream at the sound of his voice. 

"The coffee, it tastes terrible. Get it from another place next time." 

"Well, actually I made it-" But he had already walked away from you not listening to a word you said. "Alright, never mind, I'll just go back to work." You mumbled hurt by his words. 

"Wait, hold on." You looked up, thinking, maybe he'll say something nice after all. 

"Yeah?" 

"Take the coffee with you, I won't be drinking it." 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Girl, why do you look so sad? Did Miguel do something again?" Jess asked with a frown, she did not like seeing you sad. 

"No."

"Sunflower…"

"Okay, yes." Miguel being cold towards you was normal, he never spoke to you unless necessary. Out of everyone here, he probably hated you the most, even more than Miles.  

"Sunflower, I've told you to stop trying." Jess sighed. 

"I know, I know… why does he hate me so much, Jess?" 

"That's just the way he is, don't overthink it. It's his loss, baby." She replied, gently patting your shoulder. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Today was going to be a good day, you were so sure of it. 

But, of course, you were wrong. 

Everything was going great up until a few hours ago. 

Miguel had assigned you on a mission to catch an anomaly, alongside a few other spider-people. His instructions were clear, stick to the plan and catch the anomaly. It was supposed to be simple. 

If only you didn't disobey him. You screwed up badly, and because of that, you could have been killed. 

"Why don't you ever listen?" Miguel shouted. No one had ever seen him this angry. 

"I was just tryin-" 

"¡Ay, por el amor de Dios!" Being yelled at by your boss in front of your coworkers was humiliating, everyone was looking at you with pity. 

"I'm sick of this, why can’t you follow simple instructions? Is it that hard to understand?" He barked, towering over you. 

"It's not a big deal." You tried to keep your composure, you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by bursting into tears. 

"Not a big deal? You could've died! A simple mistake would have ruined the whole mission." 

Don't cry. Don't cry. 

"But we're all fine, aren't we?" You weakly chuckled. That was the wrong thing to say because it only made him angrier. 

"Oh? If that's the attitude you have then you shouldn't even be on the team." Ouch. 

"Miguel, I think that's enough-" Hobie said, quickly jumping in. 

"Not now, Hobie." He growled. 

Never once did you think that you'd be in a situation like this. 

"If you put more focus on trying to be good at your job, rather than impressing me, we wouldn't even be here!" Oh, so he did notice that. 

At this point, tears were streaming freely down your face and you made no attempt to stop them. 

"Yep, you got it, boss." You smiled up at him through your tears. It was pathetic, but you did not care, you just wanted to leave and never come back. 

"Next time make sure this doesn't happen." 

"It won't happen next time." That's because there won't be a next time.

#📂 ‧₊˚ my works .ᐟ #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara angst

[horrorartsworld]

hell’s little maid

alastor/f!reader

warnings: 18+ nsfw content mwhahaha

You had been recently hired as a maid at none other than…The Hazbin Hotel.

Not that Niffty’s neat-freak tendencies and murderous intent towards bugs wasn’t enough, they just needed the extra hands incase more sinners were willing to stay at this little ray of sunshine on the top of the hill.

Though Hazbin’s Facilities Manger seemed to have the upmost closest eye on you.

It wasn’t that he was suspicious of you, oh no, it was the maid uniform that Charlie had picked out for you. The poor girl must’ve gotten it down by the porn studios because it seemed to fit you in ways that had Alastor barely keeping his usual gentleman like composure.

The way you would bend over in it to pick something up. Tits practically spilling out the top and the skirt would ride up just enough that he would sneak a peak at the back of your thighs and if he was lucky he’d get a glimpse of the delicate fabric of your panties hugging your pretty pussy making him grip his mic tighter to the point his knuckles turned white.

Alastor felt like he could never get away from you in these moments of hot anguish even when he desperately needed to.

“Do you need a cleaning sir~?” Your soft voice startled him as he was deep in thought.

You stood there sweetly infront of him as if you weren’t a sinner at all. Doe eyes shining bright up at him with your feather duster in hand.

“N-no not today my dear….” His voice seemed more huskier than usual making you tilt your head at him curiously.

“Are you alright sir? You seem kind of….flustered”

He clears his throat as his undeniable heat was getting to him, practically hurting in his pants, especially with you being this close and sooo desperate to know what’s going on with him.

“Y-yes now if you’d excuse me…I have something to take care of” He tries to avoid your gaze and your body as he starts to slip away.

“Wait!” Your sudden outburst made you blush as you realized you grabbed his wrist without permission.

Alastor’s body went into overdrive at that moment pushing you up against the nearest wall with much need. Sending surprised gasp to fly out from your lips.

“A-alastor~”

“Shhhh darling…It’s alright I just need to make a few…well adjustments to this uniform of yours…”

One of his long claws coming out to slowly tease at the white ribbon holding your top together. He leaned in closer pressing his body against yours as he swiftly undid it letting your breasts fall out of it. Making a satisfied crackle come from the radio demon as he then looked up at your face to see your cheeks turning pink.

You would’ve never expected him to be like this let alone have this lustful gaze in his eyes for you.

He chuckled seeing how needy you were becoming as he then started to roll one of your nipples between his fingers making you whimper softly.

“Such a pretty girl frrmee~” He purred with a little pop of static in his voice.

Before you know it you’re a crying mess. Delicate hands holding onto his antlers for dear life as he fucks you mercilessly with his face buried in your chest. Feeling his sharp teeth nip at your skin every now in then when you got too loud.

He had looped his arms under your thighs picking you up off the ground as he made it his mission to have the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot at such a delicious angel it had you babbling hyms.

“O-ohhh…alastorrr!~” You squealed feeling your mixed juices drip onto the floor knowing damn well you’ll have to clean that up later.

His thrusts becoming relentless as your pussy clamps down on his cock already seeing how much he needed this. Needed you a mess with him so deep inside you, in that skirt, with it bouncing to the rhythm of your bodies colliding.

His nails started to dig into the plush skin of your thighs once you started to get close to the edge making a low growl admit from Alastor when one more deep thrust was all it took to have you cumming all over him with his name being the only thing rippling out of your throat as your body shutters profusely with your release.

Approaching his own climax you notice his antlers increasing in size as well as his eyes reddening with each thrust in to your now sensitive hole. Teeth snarling as he then bites down on your shoulder causing a little blood to admit from it, his tongue darting out to lap it up before any of it can trickle down.

He buries himself deep inside as he reaches his lengths end and lets you put your feet back on the ground, your legs feeling quite wobbly in which he takes notice giving you his arm to hold onto while you both put yourselves back together. Though your poor top couldn’t be salvaged with it having a large slash down the middle, not noticing Alastor had even done that making you pout, which made the demon chuckle at you then hand you his coat to cover up as he led you to his room to take care of you for the rest of the night.

“You know dear…I did tell Miss Charlie that was an inappropriate uniform…”

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AHHHHHHH FIRST POST DONE!!! I CANT BELIEVE IT, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 😖😖😖

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[ohwowimlonley]

ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.

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