#but hhhhhhhhh he’s so pretty

[cynicalmusings]

Cyno with wet hair? I would go feral

so pretty… little water beads hanging from the ends of his locks of hair… the way it goes all fluffy when it dries… hhhnngh

#i’m a bit too tired to formulate proper thoughts on this right now #but hhhhhhhhh he’s so pretty #sent: maehemthemisfit #r answers

[philosophiums]

there's a conversation happening on tiktok right now about why there has been such a sharp rise in people wanting to watch female-led anime instead of being so focused on shonen and the girl who posted the video listed her reasoning as shonen constantly fucking up "power creep" (her words but i'm pretty sure she meant power scaling).

anyway i'm going to subject you all to my thoughts on this because i refuse to post anything on tiktok. (i'm also putting this under a read more because it got longer than i thought it would SKJDBVKJDBVJ).

now, i don't think complaints of power scaling in shonen is a bad thing, but i also don't think it's actually the problem with shonen (nor do i think it's the reason that there's an increase in interest for female leads bc i think that's literally just people wanting to see more female main characters which is not new or surprising or weird, but that's not the point of this rn).

i think the problem with shonen (most of the time) is the lack of actual story content - like fucking... plots and themes and motifs.

her two examples were mha and jjk because to her they sit on opposite sides of the spectrum in regards to power scaling (in mha the villains are so weak that children can defeat them, and in jjk the villains are so strong that no one can defeat them), so i'm also going to work off of these two examples.

mha's problem is not that the children are the only ones who can fight the big bads, it's that we don't get to see proof that the kids are actually stronger than the adults. sure there's evidence of adults fighting the villains and losing vs the kids fighting the villains and winning, but there's no setup for like a mentor/mentee moment of the mentee finally besting their mentor and us the audience getting to see that they're finally stronger. in fact it's... typically the opposite.

mha shows us multiple times that even the strongest characters in the main cast of kids are not stronger than, say, kids who are two years older than them or their teachers, let alone the best and strongest professional heroes in the verse. and that's not a power scaling issue, that's a storytelling issue. because you can set up stories where kids are stronger than the adults in their verse, and you can write it in a way that makes sense, but mha does not do that.

and of course mha has multiple other storytelling problems, not the least of them being the fact that it set itself up to be one of those "if you believe in yourself and try hard enough you can do anything" stories only to immediately undermine itself by giving the mc the most powerful ability in the verse free of charge, making the entire opening sequence have zero emotional payoff (a problem that continues on and on forever in the anime/manga).

jjk, on the other hand, set itself up to be a story about cycles, about the past repeating itself, about the inevitability of curses and hardship and never learning from past mistakes, but all of that was completely abandoned somewhere in the middle of the shibuya arc and was never touched on again.

all of the main characters in jjk have direct mirrors within the main cast - yuji & geto, fushiguro & gojo, nobara & shoko, maki & toji, nanami & mei mei, the list goes on - and it had the perfect opportunity to either be a story about the inevitability of trauma cycles OR a story about breaking those cycles, but instead half the cast is now dead and it's become a manga that's just about cool-looking fights.

the problem with jjk is not that the villains are too strong/unbeatable (i actually think there could have been merit to making jjk a story where the villains win, but that would have required focusing on the theme of cycles which, again, has unfortunately been lost) - it's just that there's no fucking plot anymore. there's no meat. there's no point. even if the goal of jjk from the beginning was to subvert a lot of typical shonen tropes, it's so so hard to care about that anymore because there's no reason. the plot is gone, the themes have vanished, the emotion is no longer in the room with us, and it has absolutely nothing to do with (im)balances of power within the verse.

but of course this is not a new problem in shonen. it's so incredibly rare for shonen to have a good story that maintains from start to finish in a satisfying arc, and that's almost a staple of the genre now - training arcs and a war arcs and lots of fighting and very little actual substance. the ones that do have it are gold mines. but again, this is not a new problem and it's not a new conversation, and i don't think it's the heart of why that girl posted that video or why all those people agree with her.

i truly think the actual reason this conversation is happening is because there's a new set of people who have recently turned twenty-something and are realizing that they don't identify with shonen protagonists anymore because they're no longer teenagers. and i think those people are upset that the characters/stories aren't aging with them and are finally looking at all the shows they like and are realizing that they're constructed around a trope of, essentially, child soldiers fighting battles that the adults in their verses cannot. and these people are realizing that they maybe don't like that anymore.

because when you're a teenager, shonen is escapism or a power fantasy or both. it's more relatable because it's made for that age group. but when you're an adult you start going "hey... where are these kids' parents?" because you realize that it's unfair and unreasonable in real life to put so much pressure on literal children. (i always think of that post that went around tumblr a few years ago that was a gif of this character in a tv show saying something like "i'm 13. i'm practically an adult." - bc when you're a 10 year old watching that, you go Yeah That's Right She's So Old, but when you're 30 watching that, you're just internally groaning because you have been a full legal adult for this child's entire life and they're barely older than a baby to you).

but of course shonen (and YA lit and superhero cartoons/comics and the list goes on) is not meant to be "realistic."

but just because it's not crafted as realism doesn't mean it shouldn't have story elements or themes that can reflect reality and/or be applied to real life. it also doesn't mean it can't have a fucking plot SKJDBVJKDVB

#i just had to get that off my chest it was bothering me #like yes i do think the magic system in jjk is underdeveloped and wishy-washy and too complicated for something with so little substance #and also yes i do think mha is just a story about the justification of child soldiers #but also i don't think that's the reason they're bad #fucking. edward elric is *literally* a child soldier but fma is amazing because fma has a plot and themes #(one of which *is the fact that he is a literal child soldier* like...) #ugh anyway #i think im ranting because im frustrated that people will blame anything except bad writing #like sometimes you just have to admit that there isn't a plot and either choose to enjoy it for the pretty animations/art #or choose to leave because it no longer has substance #but you *gotta* be able to consume media and at least be able to notice when the Thing That's Wrong is the lack of an actual story #hhhhhhhhh #okay im done

[cityandking]

thinking about the alternate timeline where instead of being pretty stable about the whole abyss thing daichi came out of it a complete wreck

#like ''pretty stable'' is still not Super great but. all things considered. he's fine! #the real question is Will He Tell His Dad #hhhhhhhhh #well #anyway #I have so many feelings about him. I want to roll around in them. #voidhopping campaign #daichi

[wayfinderships]

I just found an animatic from 5 years ago Someone save me please- ←Is cringing at their old art

#pan rambles #I can't completely hate it. it was pretty ambitious #but also HHHHHHHHH- #I do look at all my projects I did surrounding this with fondness #I may not be as fixated on it as I was back then but... #Every so often I go “I should go back to that. We kinda went off on this original story” #I miss these characters your honor </3 #Especially the villains. Partially bc I think my pals and we gave them the funniest name ever #I wanna remake that animatic ngl #To any pals that might know an OC named Roma that I inserted into my One Piece s/i's lore... #Yeah this project im talking about is where he comes from #I miss it so much. I should go back to drawing stuff for it

[crystalflygeo]

Crys Queen I have a question <3

There are sum ppl whose headcanon is that Baizhu not only adapted snake eyes;; he also adapted the sharp teeth and the forked tongue from a snake

Are you one of them? 💞

IS THAT A LEGIT QUESTION YOU ASK ME????

Listen I- for the LONGEST time I wished so hard that the theories about Baizhu being a Naga/Snake adeptus/somehow tied or related to Changsheng were true because yes yes yes yes yes yes YES GIMME fangs and snake blep AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

in conclusion ABSOLUTELY YES and he can bite me whenever ty

source ALICEVSELIET on twt

source omnibread1_ on twt

#DO YOU HOW ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY *WEAK* I AM FOR ZHONGLI'S LONG FORKED DRAGON TONGUE?? #CERTIFIED SCALY HERE #BAIZHUUUUUUU <3 #It took me a while to answer bc I couldn't find the soURCE FOR THE SECOND ONE FFFFFFFF #but yes #he <3 #crys answers #dresvi friend #oh you just know Imma make him do naughty things with those #ehehehehehe #baizhu brainrot is real he's SO PRETTY HHHHHHHHH #I want to smooch him and pin him down on the bed and ride-//coughcough control yourself crys

[moriartyyouwhore]

someone make me stop simping over Con o’Neill before I explode

I just. I love him.

#he’s so pretty #and he hates the tories #he’s perfect #his voice is SO HOT #con o'neill #Izzy hands #ofmd #hhhhhhhhh #heart eyes

[milscky]

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓┊𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 ✩ ⁺ ˖  

#txt narcissist #pretty boys #yeonjun #hhhhhhhhh #this is the most beautiful thing ive ever witnessed #pink and sparkly is my primary aesthetic 🥺 #like he looks so soft but also not at all?? #like those eyes are giving bedroom #im so in love

[dumb-fictionkin-sideblog]

I'm making a (second) Basil clay "figurine" and I found a reference picture and I physically had to drop my pencil and put my head in my hands and went "oh my god he's so pretty."

This is how gay I am. THIS is how gay I am for him.

#sunny #omori kin #pLEASE HE'S. HE'S SO PRETTY. #HHHHHHHHH. #im down bad. probably. h

[two-red-lungs]

i have perv!eddie brain rot please give me more

YES YES I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS

Perv!Eddie Headcanons/Stuff:

I say firstly, Eddie is a perv in a NICE way. He’s not a creep. He doesn’t look inside any windows, or violate any personal space stuff.

But OH MAN does he think about it, all the time. Especially when it comes to you.

Eddie’s passive nature of being a 19-20 year old man and thus horny by default PLUS his touched starved nature???? This man is constantly thinking about sex.

Eddie Munson is always in a state of having some sort of inappropriate or lewd thought rattling around his noggin and it literally tortures him.

Example. You’re getting burgers together. You lick the burger sauce off your lips with your tongue and hhhhhhHHH Eddie is looking down at his burger very intensely because those lips, and that tongue?

Oh man he thinks about them ALL THE TIME. How they’d feel on his lips. How warm your mouth would be. That tongue on the underside of his dick.

And when Eddie hangs out with the object of his affections he is SO jumpy and on his toes and bad at hiding that sometimes his skin literally feels on fire with hormones.

Anyways.

He’s got a thing for panties. And bras. He will keep them, if he can get away with it: but often feels wracked with guilt by it. Still, something about the lace…. It will turn him on immediately.

He jerks off with panties wrapped around his hand. It makes him insane, every time.

Perv!Eddie gets a boner when you brush his upper thigh with yours while watching a movie on the couch. He shoves a pillow onto his lap and wonders why god likes to torture him.

He literally can’t help but track your hips and waist, sometimes. Like, his eyes move of their own accord and he’s just hnnnnngg

And GOD FORBID you get high with him. If you get snuggly under the influence? He’s being tortured. This is torture. Especially since he can feel the wire of your bra as you’re laid up against him in the back of his van, reading comics.

Perv!Eddie jerks off ALL THE TIME HELLO???? Like an insane amount. His poor dick. School bathroom. Back of his van. Bedroom. He’s literally just desperate for it.

He also has a lot of dick twitches. You bite your lower lip? Dick twitch. You grab his upper arm as you pass him? Dick twitch.

Eddie has an insane collection of porno mags. Like he could open a library.

And when he jerks it to them, he talks; he’s loud because his uncle is always out by evening when he gets home. He talks to the girls, about how beautiful her tits are, about how good she’s feel, about how he wishes she was you and fuck he’s cumming on his dirty comforter

Perv!Eddie knows your bedroom is on the first floor and you’re his friend and it would be so fucking easy to just LOOK IN between those blinds while you change, but he’s biting the skin of his knuckles in his van and swearing to himself he won’t.

Instead he just blasts metal to cover up the noises and furiously jerks one out while waiting for you to change and come back to the car.

Perv!Eddie nearly dies in gym because there are pretties prancing around in short shorts and he’s so hungry for any sort of touch or stimulation that watching them prance around gives him a boner, so he bails and runs to the woods to smoke

He has sex toys: they’re hidden in a box in the closet. Mostly for masturbation. But he did splurge on one magic wand when he was prospectively hoping to get some pussy. Poor Eddie.

TL:DR He’s basically a mess. A horny, horny mess who feels so gross about himself getting all riled up by cheerleader skirts and lip gloss but he just can’t fucking help it. 

#minors dont look #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things s #my writing #perv!eddie

[shiorilizzy]

(sorry, can you keep this anon ;w; I'm just not assuming these thoughts HAHAHA thank youuuu 🙏)

I just read your trope about Yan!Wriothesley punishing reader and hhhhhhhhh the brainrottttttt

And then I thought "what if reader instead of submitting just... broke?" Like they became so desperate that they couldn't take it anymore and straight gave up on Wriothesley's cock. So they even started rejecting Wriothesley's advances because "what's the point anyway" with how sad, empty and desensitised the lack of his cock makes them feel

(please completely ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable ;v;)

ohhh yeah I’m glad that you asked XD

I thought for a while since I read your ask, and I decided to split this into 2 “ending”

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

Pairing: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female Reader

Warning: Cheating, Manipulation, Inappropriate words, Happy ending (?)

You could not hold it anymore.Being a brat you are, if Wriothesley doesn’t give you, then you will find someone else to do it!

It’s not like only he has such a thick, hard cock and perfect skill!

You went out of the office, on your way to find another cock.

But it didn’t start well, because all the prisoners know you’re The Warden’s woman. You have become an unspoken rule in this fortress already.

It took a while for you to find a man who was dumb and horny enough to touch you.

This man has a pretty similar body build to Wriothesley, so you were looking forward so much.

But your hope soon faded when you looked at his naked body.

Oh… so not every muscular man has a big cock…

Your mood dropped even lower when this man touched you. 

He missed your sensitive spot, he didn’t prepare you enough, he barely touched other spots.

And more importantly, his look… somewhat different… somewhat wrong… 

At the end, your cunt was filled. But not that stretch… you haven’t cum yet… And that drove you insane! After that man left, you crave something big inside you more than before!

So you continued. The second, then the third…

DO THEY KNOW HOW TO PLEASE A WOMAN??? 

Wriothesley really did train you well. So well that only he can please you.

The more you found, the more you craved Wriothesley’s big cock, hands, tongue, and his vision-cold breath.

Even his face that you hate, now you missed it… Although you really want to scratch it, slap it, punch it, you missed how it look when his cock entered you… That satisfied and happy look…

Then something snapped inside you.

You’re done. 

The emptiness inside you, only Wriothesley can fill it, only he can make you moan and cry and cum the way you like. At this rate, even if you can escape the fortress, are you sure that you can live without him? Your hole can live without his cock?

You can’t run anymore… You can only live beside him…

That truth hit you hard. Then you realize what kind of person you have become.

A low slut. A woman who gives her body to anyone just to satisfy her lust.

How will Wriothesley react when he knows about it?

Wait, did he know? 

You were beside him long enough to know that Wriothesley knew everything in this fortress in his own way. You remember numerous times when he effortlessly busted you while you were about to escape successfully. Your face turned pale. Knowing him, he must know what have you done for these few days…

That’s why Wriothesley went out so early recently? Did he feel disgust? Disappointed? Did he get bored with you?

You panicked now that you figured out you couldn’t live without him. What if he abandons you? What if he found another woman? Then you will be thrown out like trash? 

The thought of being separated from him and his cock forever suffocated you, like a little fish without water.

So that day, you anxiously waited for him to come back. You were ready to confess your guilt and ask for his forgiveness. Hate him or not, you need his cock. The frustration from those sex with prisoners made you more itchy inside. You might just push Wriothesley down and put his member into your hole no matter what when he came back at this rate.

Wriothesley came back quite late that day. You realized instantly the smell on him. It was female perfume. You felt your world crashed, he found another already?

“Oh you haven’t slept yet?” He smirked at you “Are you having fun today?” His eyes squinted at you.

You were on your knees immediately, hugging his boot. You confessed everything and begged him to not leave you. You told him that you’re sorry, you’ll be good and you will die without him.

Despite your pitiful look, he detached your arms from him and looked difficult.

“I don’t know dear… Maybe I should let you go? You cheated on me… I’m so hurt…”

You’ve never been his girlfriend, you were dragged here by force. But your brain was too messed up to remember that. You only begged for forgiveness, saying that you were willing to do anything, just don’t leave you. You crawled on the ground, crying and clutching to his boot like your life depended on it and asking for his cock. You were too desperate to notice his wicked smirk.

“I just ask for your behavior and loyalty. It’s dangerous for you to be on your own. Is that too much to ask?” 

You nodded right after that and Wriothesley finally smiled gently, he crouched down to hug you.

“So we made up then. I’ll forget your “cheating”, and you will be my obedient Kitten from now on.”

He put two fingers inside your wet cunt. It clenched on his digits tightly.

You felt something broke inside you. This is it! This feeling, this touch that you wanted all that time. You laughed and moaned like crazy. Your whole body and mind were his now.

Seeing your state, Wriothesley smirked. He told you, no one can please you like him. He was even nice enough to let you test it yourself. He was glad that those men that he specifically chose and gave permission made you “satisfied”.

Looked like he didn’t need to use the “mind-control” portion that he had just bought. This result made him feel it was worth the disgusted look that Clorinde gave him when he sprayed her perfume on him

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley headcanons

[millidank]

Hhhhhhhhh he's SO pretty!! -slams table-

#lies of p #lies of p fanart #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p spoilers #lies of p spring #pinocchio #P is so pretty #coping through finals #slacking off a bit ngl #at the final boss and hhhh #geppetto i ask for your son's hand in marriage #AHHHHHHHG #flowers for you P anything for you

[elvenbeard]

My adventures in blorbo-modding continue and I finally was able to give Vince his custom top surgery scars how I saw them in my head and how I've drawn them on him so far ;___; They're subtle on purpose, but still visible, with some little imperfections here and there and hhhhhhhhh I'm really looking forward to future VP with his chest visible now ;A; These are literally just some quick pics I took in excitement about getting the look and placement right xDD I might tweak some details in the future, especially when I make him an NPV somehwere down the line but YES! One more thing learned that's gonna be so useful, and one step closer to having him look how he's supposed to :3

A little background lore: he got his top surgery done in 2073, working at Arasaka already at the time. The costs were pretty much covered by his Trauma Team insurance, which had actually been one of the reasons why he originally took the job - not the main reason, but definitely a contributing factor. At the semi-legal car workshop he worked at before it would've taken him years still to be able to afford this. And he wouldn't have been able to get the modern, fancy procedure done he could with the Arasaka paychecks.

It would've resulted in an even more even, less visible result, had he rested his ass a little bit longer during recovery. But still being new, just out of basic training, freshly appointed to Counterintel, he was worried Jenkins or Jenkins' superiors would use his medical leave as an excuse to get him kicked out before he even got in properly... So in some places the sutures didn't heal as well as they could've with more rest, and everything is still somewhat visible 4+ years later. But the result is still so much nicer than anything he could've hoped for before his corpo job.

Also, big shoutout to @pinkyjulien for very patiently walking me through making my own mesh for these, sth I hadn't done before, that made all of this such an easy process in the end :D

#cyberpunk 2077 #trans v tuesday #trans!v tuesday #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk vp #v cyberpunk #male v cyberpunk #cp2077 #vincent ezaki #elven tries modding cyberpunk #...maybe I'm thinking too much about this fictional man and put too much detail into him and his background story #NO I COULD NEVER? #anyways... #next up I still wanna do some tiny fixes on his chest tattoo - maybe try and make a custom mesh for it as well #no changes to the design as such but yes we'll see!

[inspacewithmira]

Hhhhhhhhh... HI THERE!

I recently just started baking again and I remembered you did headcanons and I kinda mushed the two together so–

How do you think the crew (With Mack of course) would react to getting baked goods as a gift from the captain?

Bestie,,,, Bestie, I got you. This is cute as fuck. I apologize ahead of time if I go off on any tangents because I have. Many thoughts. This is mostly Mack because. My Brand. I'm only going to do a few of the crew members I have inspo for rn asdjhfdsjhgdk lmk if you want the others <3

Mack:

So,, one of Mack's main love languages is definitely acts of service.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy being given gifts, but its if someone does something for him that really gets him

So the idea that the Captain would take time out of their day to bake something for him?

Especially when even just the ingredients to bake are strictly rationed on the ship? Y'know, being in space and all.

As soon as the Captain presented him with what they'd made, the thoughts of how much must have gone in to making this happen practically made his head spin.

That was before it even dawned on him that he hadn't gotten his hands on sweets in months.

His sweet tooth will thank you.

When you first offered him some, he assumed that you had made them for the whole crew and decided to take just one.

When you told him they were for him? He almost didn't believe it, but he quickly thanked you and made some excuse about needing to get back to work.

He was blushing tho.

Mark:

He's immediately DELIGHTED

Golden retriever boy, very excitable.

An excited gasp and a "Thank you, Captain!!" that was a little too loud than was appropriate

Immediately takes one or two, no hesitation.

He's doing everything he can to try and thank you for the next month.

He actually tries to bake something for you in return!

...it does not go well.

Well.. actually, it tastes pretty great! It just looks.. odd.

You still appreciate it, though.

Baking probably becomes an activity you two do together when you can find the time and the ingredients

You'll work together for weeks to collect all the stuff you need! You have a whole system now

Sometimes a couple of his friends on the crew join in to help out

The kitchen is always a mess afterwards, but you two still have a lot of fun

Celci:

She's honestly really flattered!

Sure she's on good terms with everyone on the ship, they've all got a strong working relationship (save for her and Mark)

But nobody is really friends with her, so she's pleasantly surprised that you'd do something like that for her

Similar to Mark, she'd be trying to do something for you in return

She even makes an effort to be nicer to Mark, he is your friend after all.. and you seems to like it when they get along.

She'd try to find time to spend more time with you as well- quality time is a big way she shows affection in my mind and its how she'd try to show her thanks :)

#iswm mack #iswm mack x reader #iswm headcanon #iswm mark x reader #engineer mark x reader #iswm celci x reader #iswm celci #🪐

[gregoftom]

good morning i'm thinking about tomgreg and shaving today! Like we've seen Greg with a bit of a shadow and there's certainly a place for enjoying a bit of a stubble scrape and all, but I think Tom loves it most when Greg's all smooth, he looks so pretty and young with a completely bare face. At some point they'd get into the idea of Tom doing the shaving for him and he'd have a proper straight razor for it because it's only proper

Just the image of Greg sat on the bathroom counter or the edge of the tub, Tom standing between his spread thighs-- Tom making a luxurious lather with his own shaving soap and gently spreading it on Greg's cheeks and chin and neck,, taking the blade and so carefully running it over his skin

And Greg just watching him eyes wide and lips parted and flushing under the lather because. Tom's literally got a knife to his throat, he could hurt him if he wanted to but Greg trusts him 100%. And Tom's good for it, shaves him slow and careful and maybe dropping a few kisses on the newly revealed smooth skin and just. Pampering his boy. Showing love through an act of service even though they both know Tom is getting just as much out of this as Greg is, the power and the hint of danger and the active choice to be gentle instead.

They finish with Tom wiping him down with a warm towel and then there's Tom cupping his cheeks and caressing them and Greg finally tugging him into a frantic kiss because somehow this _really_ got him going

(And omg maybe later they experiment with Tom shaving him elsewhere too :3 )

good morningggg!

OUGH AUGH OUUUHHHRRRR ohhhh you are killing meeeee yeah no that’d drive them both insane bc they’re deranged abt each other like that. the absolute trust from greg and the act of service from tom. it would just push all the right buttons for both of them.

It would indeed end with that and ain’t no way they’re getting out of there without fucking in some fashion because they would’ve gotten them super riled up. can just imagine the deep breathing as tom sets the blade each time, especially when he takes a hold of greg’s hair [ofc taking his tim to pet it a little and get some soft sounds out of him] and pulls his head back gently to press it to his neck and begin moving it against the skin to shave. greg’s eyes looking down at him, chest heaving, adam’s apple bobbing when tom pulls back to wash the cream off. hhhhhhhhh

#tomgreg #ty for this anon i am Thriving hhhhh

[ant1quarian]

Hhhhhhhhh the avian boys are so JSJDMSMS /vvvvpos

Especially cross

that man

That man in particular //////////

Imma draw him in a bit :]

He's a pretty goofy guy. Definitely a gremlin once you're friends with him

#Avians #Aviantale #Arian's Asks #Arian's Avians #Cross Sans #Avian Cross Sans

[existential-angstt]

Pay Attention Please (P. 7) // (professor) Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Reader

A/N: hhhhhhhhh i found a tik tok that reminded me of prof!dio, here have it:https://www.tiktok.com/@christianrlocke/video/7219505883754057003?_r=1&_t=8cvfMBYA92Uand uh- on this chapter- no, no, dont thank me. hold the applause. just enjoy :)

Taglist: @lokanda​ @sneetsnootyoit

“Excitement” was an understatement for what you felt when you woke up the next day, the day of Professor Morrissey’s next class. All you’d been able to think about for the last two days was your two bodies tangled together, how pretty he was when he slept, dark eyelashes fanned over his pretty cheeks. You took a little extra care to get ready, actually putting on makeup for once and styling your hair. Your roommate was watching you the entire time with such a look on her face but completely silent. 

You sighed. “What?” 

 Your roommate bit her lip a little, holding back a cat that ate the canary grin. “So you gonna fuck him again?” she said flatly, still trying so hard to hold back her grin. You made a little mocking pouty face that broke into a blushy look. “Maybe,” you managed. 

 “Gosh, Y/N, a professor. I never woulda pegged you for the type. Needless to say, I’m happy…. And- are you- going over there tonight?” she eyed your makeup and hair. You did that same little mocking pouty angry face again, even though it was exaggerated and ended in a smile. “Maybe,” you repeated, even though that was certainly at least your hope if not your plan.

 “Good,” she quipped and started typing on her phone. You were pretty sure she was texting some fuckbuddy that it was a go tonight, which made you want to go over to- your mind relished this- Dio’s place even more. 

 You paused when choosing an outfit. You were no prude but you usually dressed a little more modestly- comfortably was a better word. Sweatpants, sweaters… jeans…. You weren’t a sorority girl by any stretch of the imagination. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have things in your arsenal. You decided on a dark green turtleneck sweater and paired it with a short black pleated skirt– something leftover from your dark academia phase and a little too short for you to usually consider it. A lot too short. But today? Oh, today it was perfect. 

 You added some thin see-through tights and some big black boots– you thought it would suit his style, draw him right in like a fly in a trap. After all, you had a convenient back door into some of the things he liked. You were a little self-conscious leaving your dorm but every time that creeping anxiety sent circus mice flipping in your stomach you thought of the noises he made when he fucked you, how he called you princess. It replaced those little circus mice with a burning white heat that made you walk with your shoulders squared and your head high.

 You beat him– and everyone else– to the classroom like usual, sank into your regular seat and waited. He was a little later getting to class than normal and other students had already begun to filter in, making you that much more enthused to see his response to your little outfit. He hurried in and set his things down, hardly noticing you, in a hurry because he was late (at least for him, he was). He got a few things up on the board and once he had all his things set out on his desk ready to begin, his eyes drifted over to you. And stopped. 

 He paused there, frozen– and the other students walking in might've mistaken it for him being lost in thought. But you could see his eyes were locked on your legs, stretched out beneath your desk and perfectly parted– not indecently of course, but enough to garner this reaction. His eyes flicked up to yours and you could see some of that heat there from the other day. Hook, line, and sinker.

 He turned back around and stared at the board for a moment as though consulting its wisdom. You knew– or at least hoped– he was trying to hide the half-boner he suddenly had. You could see his back rise and fall as he took a very deep breath. Definitely the second one then. You watched with sick triumph and a little grin you couldn’t help as he sat back down at his desk and made busy while the rest of the class filtered in. 

 After everyone was in, he got back up and started the lesson. He was doing so well– he didn’t give away any of what you could tell he was feeling. The tension, the… need. He kept his gaze pointedly away from you but every once in a while, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and his eyes would drift in your direction, specifically your legs. And then he’d catch himself and quickly look anywhere else. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at him. 

 Towards the end of the lesson, he gave the class a worksheet and sat down to grade papers, a little more restrained with his casual glances. You pouted a little that a desk was now in your way, that he was practically hiding from you but worked on your worksheet diligently, sure there would be something in it for you afterward. The classroom phone rang suddenly and sharply through the quiet room and the professor jumped a little. 

 He picked it up, his voice a little jagged from jumping as badly as he did. “Hello, room 113?” He listened to the other end and after a long moment, his face went a little stoney. Unhappy. “I see,” he finally said. A few other students also picked up on his tone and watched him on the phone call, waiting to see what the news was. That giddy horny feeling in your stomach turned to dread as you watched his expressions change. He finally hung up the phone and the class waited with bated breath but he just went back to whatever he was doing, his mouth set in a grim line. 

 What in the hell was that phone call? 

 Class ended sooner than you expected– Professor Morrissey called it early and dismissed everyone. Told them to get an early jump on their homework. As the class emptied out, his eyes fell on you and stayed there– not on your eyes, but lower. The heat in your belly reignited and your heartbeat thrummed in your ears. He got up and gathered his things, his eyes flicking back to yours in a silent invitation. You jumped up and gathered your things and hurried up to the front of the room to meet him but he was already walking out, meaning you were practically jogging to keep up with his long-legged strides.    

He wasn’t giving you hardly any time to keep up, only slowing down once you fell more than five feet behind. You completed your routine, down the stairs, onto the bus- but when you moved to get off at your stop he grabbed your wrist. You froze and looked up at him wide-eyed but he didn’t even look at you, just gave your trapped wrist a squeeze. You stayed put, watching him a moment longer and then dropped your gaze, enjoying that his hand didn’t drop its hold on you.

 At the next stop he gave your wrist a little tug and then let go, moving for the door. You followed and noted that this stop was much closer to his apartment, just up the street from it. He continued with his faster pace, even though for him it seemed a normal pace– you’d never noticed how much he slowed himself down when you two were together simply so you didn’t have to chase after him like a small dog. He was already halfway inside his building when you reached the door. 

 You followed him up and into his apartment and he dropped his stuff just inside the door like last time, letting you come in and do the same. But once you had, he rounded on you and boxed you in, pinning you against the closed front door. All of the breath came rushing out of your chest as all of his weight was pressed against you and you looked up at him with wide startled eyes. 

 He regarded you with those deep brown irises, nearly black in this light, just looking you over, inches away from your face. “Did you think you could wear something like that to tease me?” he said lowly, eyes searching your face. All you could do was look up at him with wide eyes, heat flushing your face and other places. “I need an answer,” he said lowly, shifting against you, not so much grinding or anything but just shifting his hold and how he was resting his weight against you.

 “I- I- don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered out. You knew perfectly well what he meant. He let out a low rumbly noise, not a growl but a sound deep in his chest. You felt his hands grip your wrists and bring them up to pin them against the door on either side of your head, leaning in closer. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Everything was so hot and your skin was prickling and you couldn’t move, just trapped in this tiny space beneath him, his eyes roving over you, mostly your face– your eyes, your mouth, your throat-

 “Don’t pretend– don’t be a brat,” he murmured, leaning so close you thought he was going to kiss you– but he didn’t. And that was part of this act, this teasing. Holding you so close and not really doing anything at all but holding you there under his heavy stare. 

 "I- I don't know what you mean, D-Dio," you stuttered again. He purred low, squeezing your wrists, his nails biting into your flesh. "Let's stick with "sir" for now why don't we?" 

 He shifted against you again, pressing his hips into yours and holding you there firmly. "Say "yes, sir"," he chided lowly, looking up and down your body, eyes lingering on your skirt. 

 "Y- yes-" You moaned, getting lost in the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard cock pressed against you, making your breath catch. "Yes, what, princess? Yes, what?" He pushed your hands a bit higher against the door, above your head a little.

 You whimpered slightly, pushing your hips up towards him to get some sweet friction but he pulled away, his only contact his hands on yours. 

 "Say it," he murmured, eyeing you again, those dark brown eyes burning into you. "Yes- yes, sir, yes- sir," you gasped out, every inch of you on fire. 

 "Good girl," he mumbled as he came crashing in to kiss you deeply, pressing his whole frame against yours, crushing you against the door. You let out a stifled moan and kissed him back desperately, tugging at your hands which were still pinned but his hold on them didn't loosen. 

 The smell of him was in your mouth, in your nose- dark musk and a hint of spice, like pumpkin and cinnamon. He kissed you so sweetly and deeply, the complete opposite of his demeanor up to this point, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth to lick and taste you. He moaned softly against you and you replied with a moan, so responsive under his hands. 

 A second more and he was pulling you away from the door, refusing to break the connection he had with your mouth but walking you step by step back to the bedroom. 

 You followed willingly, letting him guide you, and laughed a little when he grunted, as he'd backed into the doorframe of his bedroom a little. He took the opportunity to pull you inside and push you lightly into the bed. You flopped down against it on your tummy, bent over the end of it. He steadied you with hands on your hips, holding you in that bent-over position. You bit your lip and minutely angled your ass so it was presented to him. 

 He let put a little purr and, left hand still resting on your hip, he moved his right hand up to rub at your ass. You moaned and pushed back against his hand, panting softly against his sheets. His hand started pushing your skirt up and he murmured, "Here's how this is going to go."

 "I'm going to spank you… for being such a teasing little slut all of class– after all, we should remain professional in public," he said, still rubbing at your ass. Your heart was thrumming in your ears now and there was a fiery tingle at the bottom of your stomach. 

 "I'm going to spank you and you're going to count. If you mess up, you start again. If you mess up twice… well. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it but… you won't like it," he said in a deep low voice that made you shudder. He gave your ass a squeeze and said, "Say, "Yes, sir"," 

 "Y- yes, sir," you moaned. This was going to be hard. He leaned in closer, pressing his cock into your ass and hissed in your ear, "And no stammering or you begin again." You moaned again, panting softly, heart still racing. 

 He paused a moment and then gave your ass a swift spank. "I didn't hear a "yes, sir" princess," he hummed, clearly enjoying himself. You cried out at the strike, arching your back more to push your ass toward him. "Y- yes, sir-" You steeled yourself not to stammer again, "Yes, sir."

 "That's my good girl," he praised, rubbing at where he'd just smacked you before delivering another, slightly softer spank. He paused, waiting. 

 "One," you said firmly, fighting an unevenness in your voice. You could hear the smirk on his face when he said, "Very good." He spanked again, a little harder this time, his hand remaining on your ass to soothe it. You moaned at the thought of what kind of marks would be left on your ass from his pretty hands and his pretty rings-

 "Start again," he huffed, smacking you harder. You cried out again, the cry becoming a moan as you repeated, "One."

 He smacked again, making such a pretty fucking sound that made your cunt tingle. "Two," you panted out. 

 Another stroke, another moan from you. "Three," you choked out. He spanked again sharply. "Four," you gasped out, hips bucking. 

 "Fuck look at you," he murmured, rubbing a soothing hand over your ass again. He gave you another spank. "F-ive," you choked, hoping he wouldn't count it as a stammer. But he rubbed at your ass with a little groan, grinding into you, dragging his cock against your ass slowly. You listened to his breathing quicken and change, your ass stinging from the strikes.

"Look at you, good girl," he groaned, pulling back so he could roll you over onto your back. Once you were resituated he was upon you again, devouring you, kissing you hard and deep, his hands exploring. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and holding him against you as you rolled your hips against him for friction, moaning into his mouth. He let you, taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth again, tongues tangling. 

 Still kissing and licking at him, you reached for his hips, for his pants so you could start tugging at his belt eagerly. He let out a deep rumble and one of his hands grabbed yours, pausing against you, his hot breath hitting your face. 

 "Beg for it," he murmured against you, his eyes darker than before. You looked up at him wide-eyed, lips slightly parted and he leaned in to lick at your bottom lip. You shuddered softly and looked up at him again. "Beg," he repeated lowly.

 "Please," you found yourself whimpering up to him, your hand struggling against his hold, reaching for his belt again. "Please," you whined.

 He moaned softly and released your hand, letting you yank at his belt which elicited a grunt. He kissed your neck, nipping lightly as you undid buttons and zippers, tearing off his pants as much as you could. He reached down to help you, stepping out of the pants as he sucked a mark on your neck. 

 A moment later and he was inside you again, the size of his cock just as impressive as the first time. You gasped loudly and moaned and he moaned back, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, princess," he said softly. 

 You whined softly at the name, squeezing him lightly even though you were already tight around him. He hissed a little, gripping your shoulder, and then slowly he started to rock his hips against you, fucking you gently. You let out soft moans with each thrust until you adjusted to him, taking him more easily and pulling him closer with your hands. He kissed sloppily at your neck, still bucking into you. “You take me so well, princess, fuck- such a good girl for me-” 

 You moaned harshly as he nipped at the spot where your neck met your shoulder and moved a bit faster, fucking you harder. You dug your nails into his back, sure you were leaving marks which turned you on all the more. “P-please, Dio- I’m- I’m gonna-” 

 And then all at once he stopped, freezing mid-thrust and you blinked your eyes open at him, looking up. He was smirking down at you, panting softly, and just stopped. You whined, squirming, trying to get him to move, but he reached down and pinned your arms again. “What did we say about what you can call me?” he said lowly, leaning in really close and pressing the softest faintest kisses across your mouth and face. You moaned softly, clit still throbbing at how close you were, the coil in your gut still tight and sensitive. He gave a sharp rut and you let out a choked whimper, heart racing. 

 “P- please, sir, please- please- le- let me cum, please-” you begged. He slowly started moving again, taking his time to pick up speed, eyes on you the whole time. When you turned your head and let your eyes close again just to feel him, he said, “Look at me.” You did as he said and he kept his eyes on yours, fucking you harder. You could feel yourself drawing close again and you gasped softly, determined not to say anything so he couldn’t deny you again. But he caught it– and, as he watched your expressions closely, he was able to once again bring you right to the edge and then just halt, your pussy throbbing and aching without the sweet relief of orgasm. 

 You whimpered, a few tears drawing to your eyes at the neediness. “D- s-sir, please- please,” you whined, a few tears falling. He looked satisfied but softened a little, starting to move again. “Call me dio,” he mumbled to you, kissing at the fallen tears on your cheeks, licking them up as he thrust into you. “D- Dio, Dio, Dio, D- Dio-” 

 “Cum for me princess,” he commanded, moving his hips faster and reaching down to touch your clit. You could barely hold it back for that permission but once it was spoken you were over with. You came with a shout, your back arching, gripping onto him tightly in every sense, nails digging into his back. He gasped a little and fucked you through it, meeting his own shortly after. He laid on you for a moment before slowly pulling out with a hiss and shakily getting to his feet. You mewled at the loss but he disappeared out the bedroom door and all you could do was lay there trembling with overstimulation. 

 He came back quickly with a glass of water and a soft towel, which he used to clean you up before very gently feeding you the water, whispering soft “good girl” ‘s to you all the while. After he downed some water himself, he climbed into bed beside you and pulled you tightly into his chest, cradling you there like a teddy bear. You nestled in so softly and fell asleep, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

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