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sugar-coat-it · 2 months
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thinking ab watching Matty shave in the mirror and how carefully he holds the blade. (He uses a flat old school type razor blade bc ofc he does) and then he sees you getting all hot and bothered, then he teases you and so begins the knife play :) I think about this a lot especially when he’s baby faced
AHHHHHHHHYOURE LITERALLY INSANE UR CRAZY 
I gasped out loud when I read this I NEED to expand on ur thoughts
TW! for knife play, ik it says it above but you’ve been officially warned!!!
He so would use an old-school razor blade, that’s so unbearably Matty. You’re just sitting on the counter watching him get ready, and then it’s your favorite part: when he shaves. You’re tingling all over the moment he takes out the blade, watching the way his fingers steadily curl around it as he brings it to his cheek, his eyes intense and focused in the mirror. You can’t help it! Your mind is wandering as he carefully drags it along his face, watching his experienced hands that know how not to nick himself. Your face gets hot as you imagine him taking the same razor across your thighs, between your breasts, along the slope of your neck. Just the coolness of the metal against your burning skin, those same careful hands guiding the blade. You’re trying to ease the ache pooling inside you by pushing your thighs together and Matty clocks it immediately, glancing at you through the mirror as he scrapes away the fluffy white foam. He asks you what’s up and you just kinda gape at him, watching as he rinses the razor in the sink, his calloused fingers running over the metal. He whistles to get your attention, your eyes snapping back up to his now clean-shaven baby face. 
“Asked you a question. What is it, baby?” he says, even though he’s already putting the pieces together with the way your gaze lingers on the blade in his hands. 
You don’t even know how to answer him, your mouth hanging open dumbly. How do you tell your boyfriend that you want him to do something like that to you? Although, you have a nagging suspicion that he’d be more than happy to indulge you. He turns the razor over in his hand, admiring the way it shines under the bathroom lighting. 
“Ohh, is it this?” he purrs, a smirk pulling at his lips, all too pleased. 
You feel yourself throb as he approaches you with the blade, spreading your legs so he can stand between them on the counter. He’s SOOO fucking cocky about it because now he’s got something to hold over you, he’s the only one who can make your wet dreams become reality. 
He teases you some more, saying shit like “You’re so dirty, love. If only I’d known,” and “Have you thought about it a lot? Me holding a blade to you?” and “shit, I’m going to love watching you squirm,” all while he’s holding your thighs open, the razor in one hand still flicked open. You’re practically dying, just sitting there and taking all the teasing while he's got the flat side of the razor against your thigh as you get uncomfortably wet.
“Shh, shh I’m gonna take care of you” he shushes before picking up the razor again.
He starts by slowly running it over your thigh, being incredibly careful as he drags the tip of the blade against your skin. You’re moaning already and he’s just started. The tension in the air is so so palpable
“Do. not. fucking. move.” he says, such a serious look in his eyes that it has you immediately nodding in agreement.
He keeps going, experimenting with the way he holds the blade while still being very careful not to nick you as you shudder at the feeling. Soon, he’s got your top off and he’s running it over your tits, dragging the flat side of it across your peaked nipples just to watch you struggle to keep still at the feeling of the cool metal. He’s really enjoying himself now, more than he thought he would. You trust Matty with your life, but danger still pulses in your veins as he brings the razor higher, over your collarbones until it’s under your chin, tilting your head up to make you look at him with the flat of the blade. You just whimper, you’re such a mess, the dominating air about him as he finds his stride is so overwhelming. 
He’d cut the elastic of your panties off of you next, murmuring something about getting you another pair as the split fabric slid off your legs. He’s so game for experimenting with you, especially when it gets you this messy. This little scene probably ends with him fucking you on the counter while he’s got the dull edge of the blade held to you in the place of your choosing <3
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bettysupremacy · 11 months
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i watched spiderman today and im pretty sure me, hobie, and miguel, have a very serious problem only sex can fix.
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glasses-sculy · 1 year
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sheeesh
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@ travis barker where’s the meet me at the altar collab. or is that not enough of a cash grab or safe enough for you to bet on since they’re all queer women of color. sorry i’m just but a queer woman angry at the pop punk scene’s lack of progression even in its sort of mainstream revival
Between Edith and Hayley at WWWY talking about a more inclusive scene wanting more women in all aspects I just 💙 Unfortunately we need white men to help lol, lmao
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newbordeaux · 18 days
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Now that the fallout show is out & looking good I can finally make fake gifsets for my OCS yayyyy
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buckttommy · 11 months
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Hey guys this episode of station 19 where the black girls are kidnapped is actually kind of infuriating hahah 😃🔪
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01themagician · 7 months
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what can i say except GOOD LORDIE!! i really dont have much free time now lol... morning is a hectic race to get ready and evening is a treasured time for myself and even then i dont have much of it. the commute time remains available but i dont like doing things on the train... my laptop is too big for the tiny tables they got there and the phone is unsufficient for Getting Damn Things Done. lunch break in the uni is another time window: and it is better. i actually did my german homework during lunch today!
some business remains unfinished, but im chipping away, ok... what doesnt help is that some classes were moved to 9 am instead of 10 😭 bro i dont want to wake up at 6 i have sandwiches to pack and shit!! (although i like that the kitchen is empty at that time.)
the classmates are nice and fun... their portfolios (half of the class did a show n tell today) are fucking insane though i dont know how i was accepted. many of them had experience in the field, or did like a whole YEAR of uni-branded preparatory course which is fucking insane and expensive as shit and no wonder they got whole actual games in their portfolios. one thing that makes me happy is that in this class besides me there are people who dont speak german (esp swiss german) on the native speaker level and so the rest of the classmates switch to english with us no problem and i dont feel singled out very much (there are still some times tho... but i will yet learn!!)
current concerns are few... we had an actual lecture today and i understood it surprisingly well :) so some of the language-related worries have been quieted. i dont have time to cook and that isnt very nice... there is however (slim) time for groceries, so maybe ill figure out some ways to meal prep on the weekends? dear high heavens!! i just cant wait for the german class to end (end of october) so that i have 2 whole weekday evenings free!! for context, this week i have a grand total of NONE and im DYING!! times a bitch and im her bitch. etc.
current goals are: find a way to spend train time more effectively, even if its just reading a book; wake up without social media (theyre a time eater!!) (ideally combine this and p1); figure out the food situation or accept that ill need to eat from the canteen (not a bad option. its pretty good and affordable).
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ladiallstar · 2 years
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naruto characters that would manhandle you w/o a second thought— pt 2
kekekeke so sorry (no i am not)
⚠️: consensual manhandling, reader gets rag-dolled, slapping, reader gets tugged around by the hair, use of mean names, spitting, all these men have hands and you are welcome to them if you really wanna try it
ft: sasuke uchiha, shikaku nara, and hidan
S.U:
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~bro don’t even play w/ me
~you know the mfer has hands
~he knows you know he has hands, but you still out here running your mouth tho???
~you’ll have to excuse him if he is a little heavy handed when he slaps you in the mouth for sayin sumthin’ smart— you always look so shocked afterwards even though you asked for him to do it
~now you out here looking at him while your teeth rattling in your skull like ‘maybe one more please’
~he isn’t gonna deny you— the thought of you not being spry enough to catch the hand flying right at your face gets his rocks off man (he also like the little gasp you make when he taps you in the cheek when you get distracted— an the noise you make when he hauls off and slaps you in the coochie wheeeewww)
~bro he will tug you around by your bicep an it’s just you tripping over your feet to catch up to him while he’s hissing about you needing to learn your place
~slap me in the tit i double dare you
example:
he’s normally so composed— the years of traveling making him master patience in a way that is utterly impressive, but you won’t lie—your favorite pastime is watching that composure slip away.
you’re watching the clench of his fist, eyebrow raising in the way you know sasuke finds fucking vexing. there’s a moment of silence that passes slowly, and for a second you think you’ve actually managed to get away with what you said.
the second passes quickly, his hand moving quick enough you barely have time to brace yourself— and your ears ring, mouth parting in a whine that lights something in sasuke’s stomach. you don’t waver when his hand moves again, this time to soothe the blooming red on the chub of your cheek— you relax into the touch, mouth parting in a sweet noise that gets stuck in your throat when his grip tightens, fingers digging into the blooming color on your face.
“thought you’d know better by now,” a pause, his fingers tightening against your chin, heavy gaze surveying the imprint of his hand against your cheek, before leveling with you, a hunger in his gaze that makes your heart drop to between your thighs, a chord of need thrumming deep, “guess i was wrong, huh?”
S.N:
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~sir???
~punch me into another universe???
~bro you know peepaw has hands and he will use them on you if you ask nicely
~you cannot tell me this man would not punch you in the face if you asked for it with a cute little ‘please’ at the end— he is so soft for you
~he doesn’t like to mess up your pretty face though— his favorite is to tug you around by your hair
~don’t worry if your hair isn’t long enough— shikaku will just put his big ass palm on your nape and with enough force— you’ll be moving wherever he wants in no time
~it is so uncomfortable when he does it, but you can’t say you don’t like it— because why would you tell him,‘ ‘s okay, commander— i’ll be good— ‘m good,’ if you didn’t want him to slap you around a little???
~bro you call him commander while he’s muscling you around an he’ll do whatever you want (whatever you want mama)
example:
your lips curled into a snarl, body language challenging him in every way— no matter how much the nerves pooling in your tummy made you quiver under his sharp gaze.
he was losing patience quick— and part of you hopes that this will push him over the edge; your lips pull into a smug grin, body weight shifting on your feet in a way that screams ‘make me.’
when you speak, you use the tone that tics away every shred of shikaku’s self control, “what’s the matter, commander? feeling slow today?” he shifts his weight, matching your smug look— and before you know it, his hand is tangled at your nape, the pain that blooms hot in the base of your skull mingles with the arousal that shoots down to the tips of your toes— it’s delicious, and you fight the urge to preen for him.
you’re on your knees before you register it, the floor unforgiving against your bones, until you feel like they’re creaking under the pressure of his grip— he looks good like this, that’s all you can think, teary eyes looking up at him in the way that makes him feel syrupy inside, “easy now, little one— i would hate to have to hurt you.”
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~idk man— this mfer would beat you straight the fuck up an call it foreplay
~did you ask for him to call you a ‘whore’ and spit in your eye?
~no— but you aren’t complaining
~hidan is so mean??? but it’s kinda hot??? like are you gonna stab me rn??? how sexy of you??
~literally just crazy but you have to like it a little you know?
~like he’s just straight up batshit and you’re along for the ride like ‘i wonder what he will do today’ and then it’s just him literally wrestling you to the ground an digging his fingers into your thighs until they bruise (and he’s just cooing in your face about how he’s going to mess your shit up and then you’ll ask him to do it again, won’t you?)
~hidan will hit you in the face full strength an then make fun of you when you whine about how much it hurt
~he’s just like??? yeah bitch, it was supposed to, now shut up and sit on this dick???
example:
you aren’t sure how it escalated this quickly, but when hidan’s hands dig into your bare thighs hard enough you wince— you find you don’t care.
you keen up at him, hips shifting— pleading— for him to touch the part of you that’s gone slick from his treatment. one of his hands moves from the plush of your thigh to grip at your chin— the pressure enough to make you whine his name, saliva thick on your tongue, “please— jus’ want you to fuck me.”
the look on his face is nothing but mocking, the words that follow are in the same tone as yours, pitched high and slurred, “please, hidan— please! wanna get fucked like a whore,” a pause in his sentence, as he shifts to bare his full body weight against you, voice returning to it’s normal tone, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”
your eyes water, fat tears lining your lower lashes in a way that hidan would call truly pathetic, and his palm makes contact harsh enough they begin to fall in heavy rivets, “poor little bitch, huh? gonna be good now, aren’t ‘cha?” you nod, mouth parting in a heave at the first drag of his cock against the insides of your thighs, “yeah, that’s it— now open your fuckin’ mouth.”
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thyandrawrites · 1 year
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not sure if youve answered a similar question to this since looking through your ask box you get a lot of asks so apologies if this is redundant LMAO but ! what do you think touya would be like if he hadn’t died that day? do you think after being let down by his dad at sekoto peak he’d have given up trying to get his attention?? we don’t get a lot of insight into his character outside of his role in the family other than him refusing to make friends because ‘they’re in another world to me’ and that is SO… oh my god this kid , anyways. am just interested in how his relationship with his family (esp his dad because wheeeewww boy…) would have developed from there. is this a fic that exists?? there r civilian and pro hero touya aus but hmmmm
Hi. No worries, I do get a lot of asks, so I understand.
I think it all comes down to whether or not Enji kept training Shouto after Sekoto in this scenario.
A fact that a lot of people seem to gloss over (or forget) is that Touya always bent backwards to make excuses for his dad. Even when Enji never lifted a finger to hint that he cared about his eldest, Touya was always conjuring reasons as to why Enji didn't mean it, like he "was just too busy" "would come next time". In fact, Touya didn't even hold any grudges for how Enji didn't show up on Sekoto Peak that day, and essentially left him to die.
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When we see him wake up from the coma, Touya's first thought is that his family, and his dad, is surely missing him. He doesn't even think twice about it before turning down the offer for more power, even though a power up would've made him more appealing in Enji's eyes. He's too loyal to family to betray them by seeking mentorship in anyone else but his dad:
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Family is so important to him, in fact, that his second choice is to flee his captors and immediately run back home. He knows he's been absent for three years, and he thinks he has worried them sick. His urge to apologize for causing them that pain is so strong, it even overrides his need to be his father's masterpiece:
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this panel ^ above is especially crucial to understand Touya's character. In this scene, Touya freely admits that his body is weaker than ever and that he'll likely have to give up his ambitions now, and yet that's only secondary to the need to be with his family again.
This tells us that Touya's primary motivator was never that of excelling at the genetic lottery purely for egotistical reasons. It is not arrogance, or, like many antis put it, "not knowing when to quit". He wanted to be his father's prodigy because he simply wanted Enji to love him. To be proud of him.
In fact, earning his father's love is such a priority of his that Touya routinely makes himself a doormat to try and meet Enji's needs, even when they directly clash with Touya's own wellbeing. And time after time, when even that isn't enough for his father to look at him, Touya keeps giving him endless chances of being a proper father, even as Enji never takes him up on it.
like, one factor that people often fail to take into account is that Touya was ready to go home. He didn't hold any ill feelings towards Enji for abandoning him to die, though he honestly should've. He was ready to put the umpteenth rejection behind him and give his dad another chance. Because Touya's true motivator is actually the desperate need for his family to accept him in turn just as unconditionally.
It's not being left alone at Sekoto that splinters his sense of self. It's coming back to the people he loved, the people he called family, and finding out that they didn't love him as much:
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cause if they did, the abuse would've stopped. Enji would've quit training a replacement.
As I said, Touya is used to making excuses for Enji that justify the continued neglect. But what he sees here is the cold, harsh reality. While Touya was ready to give up everything just to reconcile with his dad, in the meantime Enji had given up absolutely nothing, and in fact persisted in his abusive path. While Touya thought Enji must be torn up with worries and regrets even now, the truth is that Enji hasn't thought about Touya in years, and isn't torn up about anything. In fact, he's perfectly fine knowing that his ambitions killed one son, and continuing his attempts to live vicariously through another, as if Touya's death was nothing more than a minor inconvenience along the road.
So. Touya would've reunited with the fam and never become a villain, if only Enji had stopped being an abusive prick in the meantime. It's right there, right in the text. He was ready to forgive and forget once again, if only Enji hadn't built him a shrine and then pissed on his memory.
All of this to say that if we are to imagine a scenario where Touya goes home and remains there, imho we should work on the ways to change Enji's behaviour, and not Touya's, because he is the reason Touya was, and still is, a stranger in his own house
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cvrseduser · 1 month
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[ wow hi it's been a while ... ! thought about popping in here to say i'm still taking a small break ; i hadn't realised i didn't say anything in this blog and kinda just disappeared lmao, so yeah hi ! i'm still around just not writing a lot atm ( im abroad visiting a friend ). i'll be back in france in abt a week or so but then i'll have my parents over and i gotta prepare for moving back abroad and wheeeewww... lots going on irl but anyway !! u can catch me on discord ! vi ses ! ]
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adafruit · 9 months
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It's 10pm, do you know where your RTK prototypes are? 🔧🛰️🎯
We juuuuust plugged in this uBlox RTK F9P shield into USB and given the intense cost of these modules we definitely had a nervous twitch but then we heard the "ba-dunk" of enumeration and wheeeewww it came up as a serial port. Heartened, we soldered on a right-angle SMA connector and connected a chonky active antenna . Start up a copy of u-center and huzzah, there is GNSS data streaming out. Next up, we have to figure out what we want to use as the underlying transport layer from base station to rover - maybe an ESP32-S3 Metro and ESP-Now? more research is needed!
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just-random-polls · 6 months
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stargirlfics · 2 years
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The filthy thoughts have returned: It’s a football night. Chris is drinking his favorite beer, legs wide open sitting/relaxing on the couch & watching the game on the TV. Reader is sitting on their knees, hands in their lap, on the floor, in between Chris’ legs looking up at him with 🥺 eyes. He makes reader ride the bottle neck until they orgasm a few times & watches them very intensely from the couch, “Yeah, you can take it puppy, it’s okay” & then he takes a sip from the bottle with the reader’s juices still on the bottle. Wheeeewww I’m flustered—
Ngl this is kinda hot like wait I…😮‍💨 I wouldn’t advise riding a glass bottle neck cause risky but talkin bout fantasies!!! Chris saying “puppy” and then taking a swig after all that I…it’s…😵‍💫 I love filthy!chris
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messylustt · 10 months
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part 9 was sososo good but something about part 8 did something to me when they were making out on his chair 😣😣 like the tensionnnnn wheeeewww. your series was an actual masterpiece with the right amount of slow burn. i’ll never recover from finishing it 😞😞
aghhhhh thank you so much 😭 to hear that you liked the part 8 chair part makes me sooo relieved (I was nervous since it was like their first kiss and there had been soooo much tension and build up) ilysm
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seokka0o · 6 months
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fanning myself wheeeewww! please tell me more about hyeop's voice kink 😢 i love the way you think 😈🩷
He has a nice voice to listen to, he sings so beautifully and I found myself thinking about that during my freak out over Seven Sins. Hyeop doesn't hide anything from anyone, you clearly like it when he's slyer, louder, his voice trembling with a specific tone that always reveals how sensitive and sly he is, Hyeop is like that, whether as a top or a bottom, if you're fucking him then he's being something else, more scandalous, if he's fucking you then he's moaning in your ear, giving you a private singing show.
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