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jjkeremika · 2 months

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perverted thoughts

pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

AoT men that desperately want to remember what you taste like.

eren jaeger

eren was an absolute whiner. he’s very vocal about how it’s practically a punishment, not letting him lick and taste you every day. it’s the first thing he asked for in the morning, running his long veiny fingers up and down the soft skin of your thighs as his pleading eyes settle just below your belly button, his lips parting and jaw locking as he intensely eyes the one spot of your body.

the pout lived on his face as his bottom lip jutted out and he rounded his eyes. the same begging expression he wore every other morning, when he pleaded for an energizing taste, when he argued that you just couldn’t look and smell the way you did and expect him not to want to lick you raw.

but that was the problem. eren always got too carried away. he’d wrap your thighs around his neck and dig his sharp fingernails into the skin to plant them solid, and he’d hastily lick and suckle and bite for as long as he wanted, until you were red and sore and the area was overstimulating and you were desperately scrambling away and eren’s large hands were dangerously pulling you back.

he was demanding, but more needy, practically getting on his knees and setting his nose just above your clit so he can smell you as he begs to have you, his hands starting to claw at your thighs as you push his face away. “fucking hell, baby,” he’d haughtily sigh, a high-pitched whine gurgling from the depths of his lungs, “s’not fucking fair, you know.”

eren would capture you between his chest and the walls, hold you still by your wrists over your head as his lips would ever so closely hover over your skin. “c’mon, baby, please, i never ask,” he’d lie through drooling teeth, his fingers caressing at the skin between your shirt and pants, “just one fucking taste, that’s all, i swear.”

levi ackerman

the light sweat and scorching heat felt like a spotlight directly on his back. felt like everyone watching as levi stared at the wet spot on the sheets, as he thought about the way liquid poured around his fingers and right out of you this morning like an aggressively leaky faucet.

each time levi stuffed his fingers inside you a little more forcefully, like if he tilted at the right angle and jutted in at the right speed the liquid would almost be forced back inside, encapsulated by his fingers and providing him the perfect, warm basin to lick from, not a single drop spared from his tongue.

but you were running out of time this morning and his fingers lingered too long, had enough energy to be finger and eye fucked before your alarm was blaring and levi’s morning fantasy was ripped away.

and now he stood shamefully staring at the wet spot you created, the one that hadn’t dried because the room hadn’t warmed beyond morning chill. he touched it, let the cool wetness spread at his fingertip as he remembered how hot you felt when your muscles enveloped his digits, as he considered if temperature really added to the flavor, or just the experience.

he rested on his knees as he crawled over the shadow of your body, pushed down on the spot with his knuckle and felt the liquid crawling to his skin. he licked his lips, felt the drool slide off his thin bottom lip and watched it join the stain. levi touched his cheek to the mattress, felt himself go cross-eyed just to keep fixated on the spot your eagerness left behind, closed his eyes to the image of your lower half rutting onto his hand, loudly moaning for more as the noises of your hips meeting his hand echoed and joined.

“mmf, fuck,” levi groaned to himself, his nose inching closer to the stain and his tongue starting to drip with an unprecedented neediness, his erection throbbing against his jeans as the thought of touching his tongue to your clit raced into his mind. he was rubbing against his hand, felt the grip on his mind crumble as the one in the sheets fisted. levi nosed closer, felt the hot wave of embarrassment as he touched his teeth to the sheets, let his mouth cover the stain.

the cold caused a recoil, but the achingly familiar taste had levi’s teeth digging into the fabric and squeezing for more sweet remnants of you, frantically sniffing the sheets for your scent. he sucked on the sheets, his saliva deepening the stain, and the heat flushed his neck as he thought of you walking in on him, catching him in the gross act and chastising him, calling him impatient and lamenting him for his inability to wait, but the thoughts of you walking in transitioned into thoughts of you changing, and levi hastily sat upright as he thought of checking your hamper.

reiner braun

reiner outright felt like a pervert when the thought of your wet pussy gliding on his tongue popped into his head. the thought of you sat on top of his mouth like you’re claiming a rightful throne, his nose providing the perfect tilt and leverage to grind back on his tongue, made his brain tingle, and he liked the visual of you rested back on his chin, letting the erotic fluid flow down his neck and throat and nourish a new beard.

the uncomfortable heat was easy to set aside when he was affronted with these thoughts in your home office, with the scent of you thickly hung in the air, with the knowledge that you sat on that chair.

with one quick glance to the door, reiner dropped to his knees, rested his arms along and shoved his face into the seat of the office chair, warm from the sun or from your cushion. he stifled a moan as he thought of how his face was now mere centimeters to where your ass was, and he could picture you walking in to sit down, not even realizing he’d placed his head there first.

his hand was already undoing the fastener on his jeans when the familiar heat washed over him and he thought of licking the chair, of tasting any and all remnant of you that could exist, of picking up on that imprint your curvy ass left behind.

the thought of staying there, leaving his face ready and presenting as your chair, got him hot and bothered, made his wrist flick twice as fast and he moaned from deep within his throat. reiner bit the seat and felt the awkward motion stagger up his jawline as he considered how pretty your thighs would look, collapsing on top of him, sitting so nicely on his cheeks, as the smell of you enveloped him, as the taste of you registered on his tongue, as all of you took over his senses.

armin arlet

his expansive imagination wasn’t always a virtue. when his mind drifted to the exposed skin near your clavicles, to the tasteful dip to your sternum and the ripples by your ribs, his shaded eyes and his smile became less than innocent.

armin was curious, an explorer by nature, and that curiosity extended to your body, understanding every dip and curve caused by a bone or a muscle, learning each landmark freckle and mole. you were an ever-changing story, with new scars and pores and spots that he imagined discovering and rediscovering.

he wanted to touch his tongue to each mark, like he were metaphorically planting a flag, claiming you as his own. he wanted to run his fingers along your skin, like his hands were sails and he was charting your ocean.

the saliva pooled in his mouth like a lake as armin thought of dipping between your legs, thought of letting his tongue skinny dip inside the natural reservoir. he stared at the grapefruit in front of him, thought of how you must taste sweetly similar, and picked it up hesitantly.

he brought it to his lips, let his curiosity get the better of him and poked his tongue out, licked daintily before repeating the stroke confidently the second time. he cautiously licked at the fruit, debated internally if he should squeeze some juice to simulate how he thought you’d respond, how he so eagerly hoped to find out.

armin could practically hear you calling his name as the juice stained his lips, the grin on his face almost overbearing and overwhelming him from the playful licking. he wrapped his other arm around his neck, played into the illusion of you pulling him in, let himself pretend you tasted so bitterly sweet.

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windienine · 1 month

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the best game of 2024 was an hour-long visual novel demo, and i can't tell you how it ends

attack and dethrone god.

okay. oh my god. soul of sovereignty by ggdg (of lady of the shard & deltarune fame) is discounted for only a few more days, so i need to get this one out while the iron's hot.

so: i'm inviting you along on another journey. we're following a polite gentleman of the wizardly inclination (loïc) who is approached by a sickly woman in dire need (ysmé). all she requests, in her plea, is an escort to guide her to the nearby temple. his decision to support her may turn out to be the most important choice he ever makes.

... have you ever enjoyed the kind of narrative that traps two people with heavily contrasting motives and personalities together in an unbreakable contract? do you like stories of absolute devotion?

i could look at this shot forever ngl

... are you compelled by immersive speculative fantasy worlds where the use and study of magic heavily influences the rhythm of people's day-to-day lives?

(really intriguing magical linguistics system going on here)

... do you ever promise too much of yourself to others, sometimes, even when it's a bad idea?

... if it was possible -- if you could -- would you abandon your humanity for the power to change your world forever?

and, whatever you may feel in your heart about the above...

do you want to see behind the eyes of a hot trans girl as she bullshits her way into a truly volatile level of power and influence and gets everything she wants?

(+ her pet dilf lovely assistant)

if even one of these elicited a "yes," i think you'll love this story.

i'll go out of a limb:

i think, if you open up your heart, you'll find yourself falling for both of the leads. It's a game that really wants you to look at it from every angle, take it apart, and ask questions about loïc, ysmé, their stories, and what they believe to be true about the world and one another. subtext -- especially the charged subtext this story throws at you and hopes you'll piece together -- is a beautiful thing.

the number of talksprites in this demo is kind of staggering

the jrpg-inspired world of the mosaic and its surroundings is as vibrant as it is profoundly lonely, color folded into every facet of its character as you move through it. appropriately, it's really invested in a lot of questions that arise not just from high fantasy as a genre, but from the modern fantasy sensibilities of jrpgs and the interrogation of what divinity even means in a world where the gods are forces you can interact with and draw power from, however indirectly.

what can i even say? that gg and toby fox's collab score for the prelude is downright heavenly and made it onto my work playlist right alongside the deltarune ost the day it came out on bandcamp? that gg's art, especially their use of light, conveys every scene with vivid beauty?

i wouldn't be posting so much of it if i didn't want to eat every CG. oh my god. he's so pretty. it's not even fair

beyond all of that, i think the game's main resonance point with people is that gg's writing is genuinely thoughtful. they use art detail and deft character writing to convey everything about the leads, using the limited time you get with it to paint layers and layers of information on who these people are and why they make the decisions they do. soulsov's roughly an-hour-and-change of text, expressive talksprites, and lush CGs is infused with so much heart and so much horror and so much intrigue that it leaves you feeling like you're a part of this world, carried along for the ride right alongside the two leads. gg clearly really adores these two, and that level of passion makes everything loïc and ysmé do shine even brighter. in spite of (or perhaps because of) all their friction and flaws, they're easy to love.

(it's really fun to read aloud as a script, too! ysmé's a hoot.)

i hope you experience it with high expectations and an open heart. i don't think it will disappoint. it is, perhaps, just a little bit magical.

i hope you see it through to the end!

#soulsov #soul of sovereignty #indie games #deltarune #long post #i'm not saying everything i want to say here but #i need you to discover the rest and leave a nice review #ok??#i love it

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jomiddlemarch · 2 months

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I loved and guessed at you, you construed me

It was not that he was waiting for her as much as that he was most often in the faculty sitting room at this hour and so was she and the staff knew to leave out a full tea service and also a magically chilled bottle of very dry amontillado, the color of her eyes. And then to tell anyone else that the room was occupied and that they were not to be disturbed.

It wasn’t that he was waiting for her, but he did look up when she came into the room, letting the ancient, rare and precious book he held slip out of his hand, an instinctive, wandless spell keeping it from clattering onto the floor.

“You cut your hair,” Draco said.

Any pretense to eloquence, savoir-faire, or intellectual rigor associated with achieving his Potions Mastery and Mwandamizi kemia had been decimated by the four words, uttered in a tone of complete shock, which given his Pureblood upbringing meant flat, with a hint of scorn. He had spent the past twelve years working to convince Hermione he wasn’t that man anymore, the one who would have meant the scorn, the fault-finding appraisal, cold and superior and not terribly clever underneath it all.

(The one he’d felt doomed to become before the chandelier fell in his family’s ballroom. Before she’d testified to keep him out of Azkaban. Before she’d returned his formal letter of apology with a brief addendum You were a child, Draco an absolution he didn’t deserve.)

Blaise always said he was his own worst enemy. Theo always nodded and offered a glass of single malt Scotch. Neville always shrugged and tried to reassure Draco, meandering through some nonsense about how they’d all had to grow up too soon, let down by the adults, forced to experience trauma that they’d been lucky to survive and a plate of buttered toast would soon set him to rights.

Luna changed the subject and talked about some possibly fictional chimerical creature to take his mind off his shortcomings. It never worked but he appreciated her effort and consistency.

“I suppose that’s better than ‘Bloody hell.’ And “Holy fucking Christ.’ Harry reverts to Muggle obscenity when he’s really surprised,” Hermione replied. “You only told me what I already know, as I didn’t accidentally fall into a Mongolian silver scissor-bush.”

“Is that a thing?” Draco asked.

He had to keep talking but there was a lot to take in, the startlingly gorgeous line of her bare neck, the angle of her jaw, how her eyes looked enormous, luminous. How her chestnut hair was swept across her brow and came to a delicate little point on the nape of her neck, all these hidden aspects suddenly marvels revealed. Suddenly, astonishingly breath-taking and erotic and also heart-breaking, because he’d wanted so to run his fingers through her loose hair, to stand behind her and draw a brush through her curls. Watching her eyes get drowsy in the dressing-table’s looking-glass, resting a hand on her bare shoulder and feeling the tickling silk of her hair. He’d wanted to cast the spell that ended the charm securing her chignon, to pull out the jeweled pins she used to keep her braids in the coronet around her head.

“No. It sounds like something Luna would mention though,” Hermione shrugged. It was as if he’d never seen the gesture before.

“It’s a lot to take in,” he said.

“It’s actually not. It’s both literally and figuratively not,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Snape being a double-agent in love with Harry’s mum was a lot to take in. Any Sunday lunch at Molly Weasley’s table is a lot to take in. War and Peace in the original Russian without a translation charm is a lot to take in. I took off a few inches—”

“A few inches?”

“Fine, I got the first professional, Muggle, haircut of my adult life because I was fed up with my hair and charms and Sleekeezy and glamours, so many glamours, and you would think I have announced I am Grindelwald’s secret lovechild,” she said in a tone of complete exasperation, pursing her lips in a matching moué he felt an impossible urge to kiss very thoroughly and until she was gasping his name.

He was fairly certain that action would not be requited, not now, and potentially not ever.

But definitely not now.

She was now almost glaring at him, waiting for a response.

If this was ever to become something beyond hopeless pining, if he were ever to be allowed to call her sweetheart and coax her back to bed, he couldn’t get the next part wrong.

“Are you happy with it?” he said. It was a gamble, saying anything would have been a gamble, but there was a chance he’d gotten it right.

He’d surprised her, that he could tell instantly, though her face changed very subtly. It meant no one else who’d seen her had asked and considered she might be. No one else had thought about why she’d done it, only what they thought of it. Evidently, both Weasley and Potter had indicated a negative response, Weasley likely driven by his own unrealized Pureblood upbringing, where all witches wanted the long hair associated with power and Potter never wanted her to be anything other than she’d been in their youth, when her unruly hair was her most obvious signifier.

“Yes, I think I am,” she said.

“That’s good. That’s what matters,” he said. He was supposed to reference the book he’d been reading or follow-up on their most recent conversation about geopolitics or whether Chopin was a Squib or at the very least offer her something to drink, the tea first and then, when she demurred, the sherry. But all of those would require him to look away from her and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Not quite yet.

“I ought to have done it a long time ago,” she said. She spoke without her usual forthright confidence, but also without any of the regret the statement might have implied. She sounded hesitant, as if she wanted something from him she felt she shouldn’t. Or shouldn’t ask for.

It was tempting to make some sort of declaration, offer reassurance or an argument. But he’d gotten this far by asking her a question.

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know. It would have been a way to move on. Grow up. Make my life easier, decide it for myself,” she said. She was watching him very closely as she spoke. She liked that he’d asked, though she wasn’t smiling. “It wouldn’t have been grief or some kind of, I don’t know, unhinged trauma response.”

It would very much have been a response to the colossal trauma she’d experienced if she’d hacked it all off after being tortured, and it wouldn’t have been unhinged when one considered the myriad extremely risky alternatives she might have chosen, but Draco wasn’t about to ruin everything. Even as his own worst enemy, he could keep from doing that.

“It could have been just something you do when you’re in your twenties, trying something out. Like, going to the Maldives or studying Norn. Learning earth magic from tribal elders in Namib.”

“Only you would saying learning earth magic in Namib is something you do in your twenties,” Draco said wryly. “Most people just go to the pub and fret a lot.”

“You didn’t,” she said.

“I think it’s well established I’m not most people,” he said.

“No. You’re not. You’re the only person who didn’t tell me cutting my hair was a terrible mistake,” she said. “As if it could even remotely compare to the other terrible mistakes I’ve made.”

“It’s not a terrible mistake,” he said. “And you’re the person I know best whose made the fewest terrible mistakes in her life and we can sit here drinking sherry talking about it because of it.”

“My parents wouldn’t agree,” she said.

“Neither would mine. I wonder how people grow up when they don’t have to discover their parents were deeply, entirely wrong about something absolutely crucial to survival,” Draco said.

“We could ask Blaise Zabini,” Hermione said after very clearly Thinking About It, a little crease appearing between her eyebrows.

“Too risky,” Draco replied. “It’s only the husbands people talk about but people have a way of disappearing when they ask questions about his mother.”

“No one would comment on her haircut,” Hermione said wistfully. “What a bloody icon.”

Draco laughed, startled.

“You’re enchanting,” he blurted out. Stupid, gauche, impulsive—he could go on (and on) about how ill-considered it had been.

“Well, I am a witch,” she said. She did not seem put off. In fact, she smiled at him, a little shyly. “Goes with the territory—”

“You enchant me. Bewitch me,” he said, throwing caution to the winds. “You don’t want anyone to comment on how you look, so I shouldn’t but you’re exquisite—”

He broke off, fearing he’d broken it all. She was still in the room and he still had all his bits and bobs, when he knew she was a dab hand at wandless curses. It was rather late to decide discretion was the better part of valor, but better late than never.

“I didn’t do it for you,” she said.

“No,” he replied.

“I didn’t do it only for you,” she clarified. “But I was curious to see how you’d react.”

“Did you have a hypothesis? You usually do,” he said.

“Yes. You’ve exceeded it slightly,” she said. There was a gleam in those sherry-brown eyes and when she tilted her head to the side, he understood the vampire’s insatiable lust.

“I can do better than slightly,” he said, half-dazed with the realization that she was requiting far more than he’d ever imagined. And that she’d imagined his response to seeing her bare neck, had wanted his admiration. He got up from his chair and crossed the room to her, standing close enough to take her in his arms. “I can do a wide margin. Prodigious. Overwhelmingly—”

“I like prodigious,” she said and he leaned in and kissed her parted lips softly, then deeply, one hand at her waist, the other cupping her cheek. The urge to possess her was tremendous, held in check only by an immense and constant tenderness, the moon that could pull the devouring tide back from the shore.

“Can I see overwhelmingly?” she whispered. “For comparison—”

“Of course,” he answered and moved to kiss her neck. He tasted the pulse of her carotid, sucking gently where he wanted to nip her. He moved back up to the hollow behind her ear, grazing her lobe with his tongue, then murmured,

“You cut your hair. I love it.”

#dramione #hermione x draco #draco POV #post-hogwarts #epilogue what epilogue #hermione gets a haircut #romance #pining #always some extra worldbuilding #references to lots of characters #had so much fun I wrote a second part #that one's hermione POV

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partywithponies · 1 year

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The ghosts ranked from least to most shippable with Alison (in my opinion):

(If you're going to ask "how" and you can't think of a way, just like. Imagine Alison died and became a ghost. It's a miravle she hasn't already)

11) Cap: The man is a homosexual. And even if he wanted to experiment he's too repressed to approach Alison for that.

10) Humphrey’s body: Alison's unhinged but she's a different flavour of unhinged to Fanny. I don't see this happening.

9) Pat: Pat and Alison don't interact that often, and I can't see them being each other's type. Still, under the right circumstances, maybe? I think it'd be an incredibly boring ship though. Where's the spice. Where's the flavour.

8) Thomas: Apologies to Thomas for ranking him so low but I think if Alison returned his feelings Thomas wouldn't actually enjoy dating her at all. He's too much into big and grand gestures, she's too casual, she'd be annoyed by him while he'd be frustrated by the lack of effort on her part, and I know Alison wouldn't be satisfied in bed by this man. I just know my girl is a freak in the sheets, and Thomas is the biggest virgin in the house.

7) Humphrey's head: It's cute! Weird, but cute. I could see this. Not the most exciting though. It's too cute. I want spice.

6) The plague ghosts: lumping them together because I have the same answer for all of them. I think they'd all happily sleep with her but nothing romantic would happen. They're shippable in a FWB way.

5) Kitty: Look in the show they're clearly going for the sisters angle at this point, but a lot of Kitty's behaviour toward Alison could easily be read as gay if you wanted to already. This one's just a given.

4) Mary: Go on Mary. Teach Alison what else Annie taught you. It's only fair.

(These top three all collectively get bonus points for being the funniest possible ships by vitue of the fact they're the ships that would most cause Thomas to absolutely lose his goddamn mind if Alison became a ghost but then chose to date/sleep with one of these people instead of him. I think he would practically have a ghost-aneurysm and it'd be very funny. Then maybe Thomas would finally get his act together and go after someone more suited to him. Like Kitty, or Mike.)

3) Robin: As I just said, mostly only ranked this high because of how much it'd make Thomas flip his lid. Imagine the woman you've been pining over is finally physically able to touch you but she choses to bang a caveman instead. Brilliant. That said Robin and Alison do already have a great friendship, and I think they'd treat each other right. Plus I strongly believe they're both polyamorous so it'd leave them both with their options open.

2) Fanny: Don't you dare judge me for putting her in second place. I am not immune to mommy kink.

1) Julian: Delicious, finally some spice. Falling for the person you tried to kill once? You know that's my jam. Plus they already have so much in common. They'd commit so many crimes together and have such good sex. 10/10

#they're none of them actually blood related it's fine #bbc ghosts

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t-horn-n · 2 years

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— the magic word

PAIRING: katsuki bakugo x reader (female) — anime

GENRE: angst

WARNINGS: mentions of death, canon-level violence, mentions of severe injury

SUMMARY: what can bakugo do when you are injured? absolutely nothing. and he cannot stand it.

An interesting phenomena occurs when the mind and body is forced under extreme duress. An almost out-of-body experience, yet not quite the total severing of the consciousness from one’s physical form. Katsuki Bakugo does not care to know the name of this sensation.

He cannot decipher what he feels.

He probably wishes that he was numb, but more accurately it seems as though enough emotions to fill the sea have crashed over his head at once. He chokes on emotion. Something wells in his throat. An uncomfortable weight solidifies and settles atop his Adam’s apple. Bakugo cannot move and for once he is silent.

Time slips around him in odd ways, as though he has been displaced onto some spectral plane where logic does not exist. Seconds lurch past, then elongate into aeons. Light warps against his eyes strangely. Flashes of red and blue conspire together at the edges of his peripheral vision, blurring together into gelatinous spills.

Rationally he knows that he cannot have gone into cardiac arrest, but then his eyes focus again and once more he sees your silhouette less than fifteen feet away. A mess of acute angles. Oil slick beneath you, reflecting the strobing emergency lights. No, not oil. Bakugo thinks that perhaps a villain had torn his heart from its space within his rib cage while he was distracted. Or more likely, he tells himself, he allowed you to take one too many cog from the machine of his core and now the entire system is failing.

What happened?

Throughout the history of his life, Katsuki Bakugo has been alone. His righteousness, his strength, his ego. They had been all he needed. Now? Now shock permeates through his blood. He cannot bring himself to think for any kind of reason.

One thousand worst cases circuit his brain.

What would he do if you were forever trapped within a limbo between life and death? If you awoke with an amnesia-riddled mind? If your eyes never opened again?

It occurs to him then that he does not know whether air is still filling your lungs; if blood still floods your arteries.

His sanity ripples and he is at your side. Your face cool against the skin of his palms. Growing ever cooler, he feels. Every degree colder is another step towards death, Bakugo thinks. His panic renews. Mercy mercy mercy. Where is the mercy?

Katsuki Bakugo could never be mistaken for an optimist. He has never believed that the world employs any concept of equity, but still he cannot help but silently demand how this is fair?

Stars please help us.

Your face is more stagnant than he has ever seen it.

Mercy, he pleads with whatever higher powers may be listening.

Faceless medics begin tearing you away from him. Fear. When was the last time he has felt fear like this? This terrible, suffocating, all-encompassing emotion that threatens to cease his entire existence.

He says no. He asks why. Only a hand remains wrapped around your wrist. The medics say they must. They say he must let you go.

Tires screech. The world continues rotating, life roars its ever-lasting cacophony. The ambulance disappears around the blocks, but Bakugo is still kneeling by the oil slick you laid in. No, not oil, he reminds himself.

Red Riot is running up to him from behind, calling his name. He cannot tell if he does not hear him or if he simply does not have the presence of mind to answer.

Where is his mind? He does not know. Red eyes turn even redder. Has he been crying?

Please.

— m. list

#katuski bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fanfiction #bakugo fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia fanfiction #boku no hero academia #boku no her academia x reader #boku no her academia fanfiction

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sloshed-cinema · 11 months

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The Ghost and the Darkness (1996)

How far true stories have fallen. Nowadays, all we can get is some limp-dick “Inspired by True Events” followed by absolute nonsense. With The Ghost and the Darkness, we get full-on voiceover from a character assuring us that this is 100% actual factual truth, hand on the Bible cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Now there’s ballsiness. Do I believe it for an instant? Of course not. For one thing, I can only assume the real John Henry Patterson had a better Irish accent and less gleamingly white teeth. So too does the film amp up the quasi-supernatural bent to the Tsavo Man-Eaters. These cats are clever as hell, absolute psychopaths in their drive to kill and devour. It never quite manages to be as terrifying as it would hope to be, and there are a few moments of unintentional comedy as the mayhem breaks out. But still, there is thrill to be found in the increasingly desperate squad of hunters thwarted at every angle by these unknowable creatures. It’s tantalizing how little can be nailed down about them. Maasai hunters refuse to acknowledge the pair of lions as even lions, viewing them as demons whose thirst for blood will never be slaked. Charles Remington experiences his own version of this fear and apprehension upon discovering the lions’ lair, shocked and baffled at the collection of skeletons so clashing with his experience with the animals. This mystery, never fully elucidated, makes for the most engaging aspect of the film.

Not that the movie doesn’t try to dissuade the viewer from enjoying it at points. A sweeping James Horner-esque score oppresses the experience at every turn, blasting outtakes from The Rocketeer or something every time any character bats an eye. Equally bonkers is Michael Douglas’ turn as seasoned hunter Charles Remington. While Val Kilmer is content to turn in a stiff performance, Douglas evidently decided that a cross between Colonel Sanders and Jack Nicholson was on order. Remington appears and disappears something of an enigma, late to the show to arrive and dragged off by a lion offscreen at the end of it all. While he served as both predator and prey for these Tsavo lions, perhaps he wasn’t so unlike them in that sense, if a fair bit nicer.

THE RULES

SIP

Someone names a country or continent.

Anyone says ‘bridge’.

Lion-o-Vision

The lions’ demonic nature is asserted.

BIG DRINK

John gives a false fun fact about animals.

Someone starts to read a letter aloud.

#drinking games #the ghost and the darkness #drama #historical drama #stephen hopkins #val kilmer #michael douglas #john kani #emily mortimer #tsavo man-eaters

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infinity-squared-comics · 10 months

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@arcvmonth day 5: Action Magic- Overpass.

I was struggling to figure out what to swap for the swap day, then I had an idea: clothes swap with a gender experimentation angle. Story under read more.

"C'mon, Yuya, I'm sure you look great!"

"But I'm nervous!"

"Yuya, a dueltainer never lets nerves get in their way. just come on out and show me. You don't need to worry, there's no one else here."

"Except the six other people we share a body with."

"And none of them are going to give you a hard time about this. Right, Yuri?"

"Yuri says he's offended that you think so little of him."

"Yeah, well maybe he should think twice next time he starts kidnapping people"

"Yuri says that's a fair point."

"Enough stalling Yuya, just come on out and show me!"

"Okay..." Yuya slowly opened the door, revealing himself to be wearing one of Zuzu's spare uniforms. A bright red blush spread across Zuzu's face, but she quickly composed herself.

"Yuya. I want you to know you look super hot in this. Absolutely stunning."

"I dunno, I mean, my shoulders are too wide for this outfit, and-"

"Yuya. That doesn't matter. For one thing they're just a bit wider than mine are, and for another the only thing that matters in an outfit is that you like how you feel in it. You being extra especially hot is just a nice bonus~"

"I, um... I do feel pretty good, I think. Yeah. I think I really like this. I feel... Pretty. It feels sort of like finding a part of myself I didn't know was missing."

"Gender Euphoria's one heck of an experience, isn't it?"

"Yeah. The way you described it, it always sounded great, and here, well, it's everything you said it would be. It... I... I feel wonderful, Zuzu! I feel like myself!"

"I'm glad. So, not that you wearing my clothes isn't one of the hottest things I've ever seen, but, do you wanna maybe look for your own outfits?"

"I... I think I would like that. But I'm probably gonna need some help."

"No problem sweetie. I'll be there every step of the way, plus Rin and Yugo should be able to give us some pointers."

"I... I feel really good. Like, Really Really good."

"I'm glad. If you like it that much, feel free to keep the outfit. I've got spares, and besides, it looks better on you than it does me."

"Thank you Zuzu. For everything."

"Of course! Always a pleasure to help my partner with her gender expression."

"oh wow that still feels so good."

"I know, euphoria is the best, especially in those early stages where it's so new and everything's amplified. Now, what do you wanna do next? We've still got a few hours to kill."

"I'm not sure. For now, could we just hang out inside?"

"Of course Yuya. Feel up for a duel?"

"Always, especially if it's with you."

#arcvmonth #arcvmonth2023 #yuya sakaki #trans yuya #trans #gender experimentation #bigender yuya #some fruitshipping #cause I like fruitshipping #trans zuzu #they're t4t your honor

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low-budget-korra · 2 years

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Comments on The Boys season 3

I should be able to do a comment for each episode but I just couldn't stop watching so here it's my thoughts on the characters this season and a few other things.

Before I start I just wanna say how much I like the fact that The Boys characters are complex and just feel real for the most part.

Butcher

He is a asshole since his first appearance, so watching him go even worse because of the V wasn't that surprising but watching him become that asshole in episode seven, hits different. We already knew what happened but watching it happening and the impact of Butcher realizing he basically became his father, that's heavy.

Hughie

I dislike him for like 90% of the season. What's the problem with Annie being the powerful one? He was insecure about this girlfriend power and influence. That's a red flag.

And just to compare. Frenchie never felt like that with Kimiko, he always wanted to protect her but he never go that far, and never had a problem with her saving his ass.

At least at the end he seemed happy seeing Annie all powerfull against Soldier Boy

Homelander

What I can say about Homelander? What a terrifying, crazy, deep and charismatic villain. It's so non fair that Anthony Starr didn't receive a nomination for his role this season.

That last scene was scary because we know damn well that, bring to our world, if some politician or celebs blows someone's head like that in front of his crow, he would be praise like that.

Frenchie and Kimiko

Their arc was more distant e from the main plot of the season but I really like because it actually develop both of their characters. By the end we saw Frenchie standing up against Butcher and Kimiko accepting her powers. And they are the sweetest, the care and mutual respect they have for each other are goals

Soldier Boy

I def wasn't expecting him to have the role he had. What a absolut asshole, he make Butcher look like the sweetest guy in the show.

One detail that I think adds a lot into his character is his PTSD, which means that he did felt all the experiments that the russians was doing on him which is awful. And in a way Homelander, his son, is a update of him because he is just as powerful but also can't feel pain (not that I remember at least)

Jensen Ackles did a amazing job. The guy spend 84years in Supernatural and not even for once I saw Dean Winchester in his Soldier Boy

MM and Annie

Those two, Frenchie and Kimiko are the nicest people in this show. Not much to say, both of them being the moral compass of the group.

Annie goes through hell this season, this "wherever it takes" bullshit always goes too far, I'm happy that she ended the season okay.

MM having his moment of justice and bring accepted by this daughter was so nice to see.

Honorable Mentions

- I didn't expect Noir to die.

-Newman is not a villain, she just wants to stay alive and keep her daughter safe. Just like most of the characters this season, she just wants to survive Homelander madness and evilness. Hope they don't murder her next season

-Poor Ryan. Butcher was a asshole with him, Homelander wasn't and now the kid has the worst role model by his side. Don't shit Ryan, what would you choose, a guy that blames you for the dead of your mother or the one that understand that was a accident?

Ryan siding with Homelander was Butcher's fault.

-I still in shock that The Boys give Maeve an (until now) happy ending with Elena. The fucking Boys. And the fact that she face Homelander as a equal match, what a queen

- A-Train and The Deep, two desperate for Homelander's attention even tho Homelander despise them. The only "win" moment for A-Train was when she murder that racist fuck.

-Im glad that Ashley did something human at the end, coving up for Maeve's death angle.

-Herogasm

#the boys #the boys season 3 #homelander #soldier boy #Hughie #starlight #annie january #kimiko #Frenchie #MM #victoria newman #Anthony Starr #jensen ackles #a train #the deep #ashley #comments on #queen maeve #william butcher

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write-lets-do-this · 10 months

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All for the Game is a series that truly transformed my reading experience back in the summer of 2020 when I read it for the first time. I remember taking the trilogy with me on a week-long beach holiday with my parents and regretting not bringing any more books with me for how fast I tore through them. I managed to keep myself fairly occupied by my own fantasies of how the characters would have reacted had they materialised before me or happened to be playing on the beach as I walked past. I could go on forever about all the details that go into this series and the emotions that I felt upon reading that were captured just as vividly even on my second re-read, but I’ll keep this relatively short.

The second book, The Raven King, (not to be confused with the novel of the same name by Maggie Stiefvater) kicks up the gory side a lot. This is the point where I warn anyone who hasn’t read it yet, and might be planning to, to check the trigger warnings for some pretty upsetting content that appears in both this second book and the third one also with too much plot relevance to be easily skipped over. There’s some harsh language and questionable drug use from the first book too, but the latter two books are the most heavy-handed with the explicit depictions of some quite horrific events.

For a series that has been published independently, it holds up well in terms of its quality when compared to other popular staples in the YA genre. The fact that it has been independently published rather than through an agency somewhat serves to highlight and mirror the narrative of the PSU Foxes as they scrabble together a found family of sorts from a bunch of traumatised and troubled young adults. The rawness of the writing itself only highlights this, making it easy for any angsty YA reader to latch onto, which really isn’t a bad thing when it comes to this series. All for the Game truly does master the art of creating almost stupidly dramatic scenarios and making them feel relatable to anyone that’s ever experienced any feelings of anger or worthlessness.

This series is so close to my heart it’s rather difficult to write objectively, or with a particularly analytical mindset about it, but it really is done rather well. The pacing is kept throughout the series, climaxing towards the final instalment and allowing a fair (if very slightly excessive) conclusion to ensure the characters’ arcs have been fully tied up. None of the leaving-enough-knots-untied-to-potentially-squeeze-another-spinoff-out that seems to plague almost every form of media in the current age, it encapsulates the whole story of Neil Josten and the other Foxes within its several hundred pages.

Neil’s narration plays its own part, making him an excellent, and frequently hilarious, unreliable narrator. The way Sakavic uses this as a tool to convey Neil’s own opinions without overly clouding the reality of the events beyond the character’s perspective is a finely-balanced art. While he’s not always the most honest about his own feelings, Neil’s perceptiveness makes for a fascinating angle that really uplifts the whole story.

Overall

I’ve already told you how much I absolutely adore this series, for personal reasons probably a little more than technical writerly ones. But gosh does it pull on your heartstrings. If you have the nerve to tolerate the hefty trigger list All for the Game comes with, absolutely give it a read!

Rating: ★★★★★

-Olive Tree

#my blog #book review #book recommendations #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #nora sakavic #the king's men #booklr

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augment-techs · 1 year

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For the pinned post 37 with Conner x Kira

"Ah, ah, ah; you do this if you want anything done to you back. Three orgasms already and nothing for me? I didn't picture you as so greedy, Kira."

"My jaw is going to fall off, how the hell haven't you cu--ummm!"

The curl of her toes at such a tiny lick of bright red coral tongue to the bubblegum pink tip of her pretty godhead poking out of the foreskin she had never fathomed could be so pleasant to rub at; such a lovely thing that Kira would have to remember for later. When they were back in their own skins and their own senses, not running rampant with an absolute ocean of hormones flooding into parts of their bodies changed until Hayley could set them right.

She almost did a fold over onto the floor of the jeep Dr. O would kill them in if he found them in the midst of partaking their momentary enjoyment; the strain of Kira's new cock not so very different from a dog straining at a leash, or a foot straining against too tight pantyhose.

Conner was good enough to cease playing with his new tits to press his palm into her flat abdomen and push up. Like pitching a tent or holding a teddy bear up; she might have had additional flesh to experiment with and learn to fathom, but she still weighed nothing more than a handful of grapes to the jock.

"...This is so not fair," she gritted out, balancing like a cat before stretching out again so they were practically belly to belly and she could figure out a better angle to proceed with finger fucking the bright magenta cunt she'd managed to get lovely and wet, but had yet to get anywhere near an orgasm, "I remember being able to get off from humping a goddamn table corner when I was thirteen, how the hell are you not half-insane now?"

Conner grinned, shit eater wide and without an ounce of remorse as he didn't even give her a warning, lifting her up so they were face to face again, wicked little tongue slipping out to have a go at her neck as still much bigger, long fingered hands smoothed over her pretty balls, "It's not my fault that I have more staying power than you. Call it endurance, or call it stamina; I don't think your mouth is gonna do the trick, babe."

Biting her lip and fully aware that she was humping the air, looking most ridiculous, Kira counted her blessings that she could still parse through innuendo in the heat of the moment.

"I-- ...You mean..."

Teeth nipped and sunk into her shoulder as one of Conner's clever hands disappeared below the seat for a moment, the sound of fabric thrilling to Kira's ears and cock, until the sound of plastic made her almost start cheering.

She had rather few occasions to be pleased at the sight of the little disk made of sheep skin.

"Always come prepared," was about as far as Conner got with his preening before Kira carefully opened the condom wrapper and had him walk her through sliding it onto her twitching cock.

The little shit almost put it to full use much too soon while she lined herself up and he suddenly wrapped his legs around her, pulling her down and pressing her in; making her eyes roll back in her head with his whisper in her ear, "Feels so fucking good to be inside me, isn't it babe?"

She almost attacked him, all feral animal in heat; breathing hard into his tits pressed up against her cheek and he bucked up, "...The best."

He grinned into her hair and surprised her again, slipping both hands down her ass and slapping them to get her going pumping properly and not just grinding back and forth like a slug, "And you feel so big and hot, too."

She made a whine not so different from a dog begging for a bone, Conner's tits too enticing not to bite on and pinch not quite as hard as she could, but enough to stop his dirty talk and get him to make embarrassing noises.

And squeal. And release Kira around the middle so she could set her own pace as he brace his hand to the car door.

Oh.

"Ohhh," she grinned, a mirror to Conner's from earlier, eyes laser focused on the dark pink nipples and the way Conner went still under his inspection, "So those are your real G-spots."

"Do not--"

Too late.

#ask fill #prompt fill #power rangers dino thunder #mature | sexy times #fleshcraft #body modification #kira ford #conner mcknight #mmpr

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ellovett · 2 years

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💼😡⌛ For Lillet and Jesse? :3

YASSS OFC CUPID !!! answers under the cut !

💼 for a work headcanon

Lillet is a totalllll workaholic, she goes above and beyond when it comes to her job as the practical magic professor. She facilitates a handful of other clubs too and has some authority over the magishift club alongside ashton, including after school tutoring and extra curricular classes, she also helps around the library too. Overall, she's always very very busy during school hours and most of her schedule is occupied with work. She refuses to rest <\3

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Jesse also works just as hard as a professor, he doesn't rlly need like food or sleep to keep them energized so they're just as busy, he also teaches an optional necromancy class after school hours for those who're interested, as he's unable to teach it in his Defensive Magic classes.

😡 for an anger headcanon

Lillet isn't the type to get angry easily ! She used to be incredibly easy to displease/anger but now that she's a professor it's actually very difficult to make her mad unless you've done something incredibly immoral. She tends to get more,,disappointed than angry tbh, ashamed even?. A genuinely angry Lillet is something you really don't want to see though, bc not only is it unexpected, the end results are rather fatal, and she gets very frightening.

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They've been trying to improve this, but Jesse does get angry easily..he's just really good at concealing it, when he does get genuinely mad though, and not just like, slight irritation, their expression is just absolutely cold and their eyes even colder. If looks could kill whoever Jesse is angry at would probably be dead and twice over ☠️ he'd be like the insane anime character angle personified, but more unsettling

⌛for a sleep headcanon

Lillet doesn't get much sleep unfortunately :( she works hard a lot so she has a fair share of sleepless nights, she's trying to improve on that tho! And fix her sleep schedule w the help of Jesse, honestly w/o Jesse I don't think Lillet would ever consider getting at least 8 hours of sleep at all. I like to think she sleeps w a soft nightlight djgjisjfh it always calms her down and lulls her to rest, the use of essential oils is a must for her too

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Jesse can't sleep [starts breakdancing] like they physically cant the concept of sleep does not apply to him whatsoever. BUT he does like pretending like he can, Jesse would lay down close his eyes and relax to at least get some understanding of the absolute feeling of peace a mortal gets when they sleep but he's not actually asleep. He wishes he can tho :(( he wants to dream !!!! he thinks that dreaming is the coolest thing ever and they want to experience that soooo bad. He loves being spooned by Lillet tho while they pretend sleep :) he likes being held

#thank you for asking cupid!#admin answers #admin post

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ctto-becauseimunoriginal · 2 years

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This Much?

just sunwoo x gender neutral! reader

warnings: smut, nsfw

content: teasing, mention of edging, begging, very short, unprotected sex (pls be safe, this goes to all), not proofread, no build up (im sorry)

word count: 988

desperately clawing at his shoulder blades, you beg sunwoo to fill you with his dick for the nth time tonight. however, he was having too much fun teasing you to care about your begging

laying on your back while he hovers you on all fours, you circle your legs around his hip to hopefully urge him closer to where you need him. aka, your neediness.

pushing the head of his dick in, sunwoo marvels at the way you reacted to his slightest effort. he’s smirking down at you while he watches you arch your back on the bed, throw your head back until the crown of your head meets the mattress and bite your already quivering lip.

“did you want this much?”

sunwoo coos fake sympathy at you while glassy tears coat your eyes and threaten to fall. he’s fucked you several times tonight and in different positions too but not once were you given your release nor his.

he absolutely loves it when he edges himself, he thinks it adds to the thrill and makes the final blow even more enjoyable than just cumming straight off the bat. meanwhile, although you’ve spent your fair share of begging and crying for release, you know he loves it when you beg for his cock and beg do you do no matter how helpless you may seem.

“more”

you say out of breath, chest heaving heavily in anticipation while your hips roll against his tip.

pushing half his length into you, his eyes held stars in them for you who’s biting back moans and forcing your eyes shut, denying him of the experience of you rolling your eyes back.

“this much?”

he coos fake innocence at you once again as he halts only half-way into you.

you let your legs down from circling his waist to tip toe on the mattress in effort to add leverage to your bottom half.

“more”

he pushes himself almost all the way into you but it was not enough, you need him to go balls deep.

“this much?”

finally pushing himself balls deep against your ass, your eyes roll to the back of your head once again and a moan slipped past your lips. the angle your hip was in, with the help of your tip toeing, added fuel to the fire with how well he has already hit your aching sweet spot without moving out.

desperately nodding your head ‘yes’ up at him with glassy eyes, you claw at his back in hopes he gets this as a non-verbal sign for him to move.

he got the memo but of course, he has other plans

“or maybe you’d like it this much?”

balling his hand into fists on each side of you, he pushes himself up and thrusts himself deeper into you, making you slightly move upwards with him on the mattress.

a gasp went past your lips at how well he’s filling and hitting you from the hilt and sunwoo’s shit-wating grin welcomes your vision through half-lidded eyes.

“fuck, i love it so much”

you breathlessly admit at him and you’re only received by a silent smirk from him. you knew this would feed his already inflated ego but you didn’t mind because you know it only riles him up more to fuck you better than last, as if he hasn’t fucked your brains out already.

pulling out just barely an inch, he pushes back into you and you claw into his back in time with a moan dripping from your lips.

he went slow at first and when you haven’t even caught up to his rhythm, he goes at a rapid pace. still barely pulling out, he slams back into you at a treacherous pace.

unable to keep up, your legs gave out on you and you’re laying back on the mattress. this was no problem to sunwoo however as he straightens up from between your legs, takes hold of your waist, and pulls you into him in time with his thrusts.

the whole bed moved along your bodies, creaking and hitting the wall but you couldn’t care less of a noise complaint when you’re in cloud 9. his grunts, your loud moans and both of your skin slapping filled the room alongside the sounds of the bed and you know damn well this added fuel to both of your’s arousals.

“fuck, sunwoo, im close, so so fucking close”

you mutter to him in between pants as your hands finds his on your waist. hoisting your bottom up with the help of your feet on the mattress, you help him drive himself into you with the help of the new angle. the same angle that’s got him hitting immensely deep into your sweet spot.

“i know baby, me too, just a little more”

you’re clenching nonstop on his dick as his thrusting’s pace faltered and became more desperate. you feel his thighs convulse and clench right against the back of your own and in no time you’re cumming while he’s still fucking you.

high pitched moans went past your lips as he fucks you through your high at a deadly pace, clenching uncontrollably on him, his grip on your waist became bruising and with one final thrust he buries himself deep into you while spurts of his cum coats your walls.

groaning and panting, his fucked out frame falls on top of you. just silently panting while your chests heavily heaves against each other, your hands leaves his to leave soft caresses on his hair.

“you’re so good to me…”

muttering in between pants, he makes an effort to circle his arms behind your back despite the mattress and pulls himself close to you.

silently laying there while catching your breaths, it is when you remember how even though you hate it when he’s on his edging mood you absolutely love it when he fucks you good while at it.

masterlist

#tbz smut #the boyz smut #tbz drabbles #the boyz drabbles #tbz imagines #the boyz imagines #tbz scenarios #the boyz scenarios #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #tbz sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo #tbz sunwoo smut #the boyz sunwoo smut #tbz kim sunwoo #the boyz kin sunwoo #tbz kim sunwoo smut #the boyz kim sunwoo smut

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bbyannabeth · 2 years

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I absolutely love your neighbors AU I've been dying for some fluffy percabeth content and it's perfect!

last part

was this a date? annabeth hadn't even considered that until the second she'd stepped out of her apartment to walk over to percy's. they'd made plans to hang out at his place and watch a movie. a very classic date activity, but it had never been classified as a date... just a hangout between two people who were clearly attracted to each other.

their texts in just a few days had turned a little flirty. annabeth hadn't minded in the slightest, she just hoped she could keep it together in person. she knocked on his door before she could overthink anything else, and only a moment later, he opened it.

god, she'd almost forgotten how good he looked.

"hey," he grinned, "come on in."

"you unpack fast," she noted, looking around. his apartment was very clean, no sign of any boxes or bins anywhere. it had taken her and piper a solid two weeks before they'd finished unpacking.

"i had some help," he said, shutting the door behind her. "did you really think i'd invite you over if the place was still messy?"

annabeth smiled, slipping her shoes off. "to be fair, i would've understood if there were still boxes everywhere."

he grinned, nodding his head towards the living room for her to follow. "i had to impress you somehow," he said. annabeth's eyes flicked to his arms, which were on full display, and she couldn't help but think he'd was already very impressive.

"well," she composed herself quickly, which she was admittedly proud of, "consider me impressed."

"did you decide what we're watching?" he asked, sitting on the couch. "i told you that you had to pick." his body was already angled to face her and she sat down too. she put more space between them than she would've liked, but she wasn't trying to make him uncomfortable. her body was angled to face his too.

"yes, i remember you putting all the pressure on me," she said, making him smile. "i have a few options."

"okay, shoot."

annabeth cleared her throat, sitting up a little straighter. it was almost embarrassing how long it had taken her and piper to settle on a few movies. she'd wanted to make sure there was at least one thing he would be interested in, too.

"scream." he raised his eyebrows, but she pushed on. "pitch perfect."

"never seen that."

annabeth stopped, her jaw falling slack. "what?" she asked. percy just shook his head, shrugging innocently. annabeth scoffed. "okay, when we get to know each other better, i'm making you watch that?"

"why when we know each other better?" he asked, thankfully not commenting on the way annabeth just assumed they were going to continue getting to know each other. her cheeks flushed and she opened her mouth before shutting it.

"i... sing along to, like, every song in that movie."

"oh, we're so watching that."

"no, percy," she laughed, reaching for him as he leaned forward to grab the remote. her hand landed on his arm and she tried not to let that distract her. "it's so embarrassing, i know the dances and everything, we can't."

"you're just making me wanna watch it more?"

"okay but i'd be too embarrassed to do any of that now, so you wouldn't even get the full experience," she pleaded. he paused, seeming to consider this. he looked over at her, and she tilted her head. "please."

he sighed, and annabeth knew she won. they settled on twilight, which had been one of her other options. which then turned into new moon and then eclipse, because, thankfully, percy was a man on taste who enjoyed the movies. towards the end of the third movie, annabeth couldn't stop yawning.

at some point, they'd both shifted so they were much closer, bodies still slightly angled towards and each other, and pressed together in a few places. over the last few hours, they'd gotten impossibly close and annabeth felt no hesitation dropping her head onto his shoulder. "i'm going to fall asleep here if i don't go home now," she said.

percy chuckled. "it is almost 1 am," he reasoned. "c'mon, babe, let's get you up and home then."

annabeth nearly jolted awake at the nickname. they'd gotten flirty, sure, but he'd never called her that. god, did she like the way it sounded coming from his mouth, though. they stood, and annabeth took a few seconds to crack her back and shoulders.

"freak," percy teased, making annabeth chuckle. she walked over to the front door, slipping her shoes back on. she felt a little more awake when she faced percy again, seeing the smile on his face.

"we'll have to finish the series soon," he told her. i want to do this again. annabeth smiled, nodding.

"definitely. the last two are the best."

"okay, you're not tricking me into another argument on this," he said, shaking his head. he opened the door and leaned against the door frame as she stepped outside. "goodnight, annabeth."

as much as she liked babe, hearing him say her name was much more intoxicating. "goodnight, percy," she replied, walking the few feet to her door. she glanced over to see him still watching. she gave him one last smile before stepping into her apartment.

#someone tell me if this is good bc i can’t tell #also ofc they watched twilight who is shocked. idk movies #pjo #percabeth #neighbors au #drabble #gray writes

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cynettic · 3 years

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Hey so I just read the Laser Tag AU and maaaan, now I really want to play Splatoon smh aksksjjdjs

Anywayyy my point is: may I request more hcs but with the other boyos (Childe, Albedo, Bennett, Razor, Chongyun, Xingqiu and maybe Aether if you do him too xD)

Laser Tag ( genshin x reader )

Summary - Genshin characters playing laser tag with you their s/o.

Pairings - Reader x Childe/Bennett/Razor/Chongyun/Albedo/Scaramouche

Warnings - Mention of guns and shooting.

A/N - Added in Scaramouche- But I couldn’t think of anything for Xingqiu. I can surprisingly see the majority of the Genshin boys being good at wielding guns, even though they’d probably suck lol

Laser Tag

Childe

Childe is a beast.

Whether it’s in the terrain of his battlefield, or the streets of Liyue playing laser tag, Childe plays to win. He’s always been the competitive type, enjoying the thrill of battle, or in this case, laser tag.

He loves the game.

And of course, you just have to end up on the opposite team as him.

This game is the perfect setup for an enemies to lovers kind of vibe btw. With him shooting at your comrades and eliminating them from left to right, and you doing the same for his team. Very few people stand against him in this game, and his accuracy and sense of battle.

The two of you will spend the entirety of the game playing cat and mouse. Childe chasing after you while you simply escape his sights every time, taking down his teammates while you’re at it.

Childe isn’t as interested in winning, and once you prove to be worthy of a decent laser tag battle, he tries his best to force you to confront him.

Of course you on the other hand take his reckless behaviour to your advantage to turn the game in your favour and strike down his team. You know it’ll piss him off later when you win.

However, it Childe does manage to catch you…

The two of you will fight, that much is obvious. Dodging and attacking him, he will get very into it. Maybe a little too much, but you don’t give in, not until the very end.

Not until he’s on top of you, the two of you toppled over a bunch of hay that cushions your fall when he crashes into you. Not until he’s holding the plastic revolver against your temple, staring straight into your eyes with his signature smirk.

He might sneak a little kiss in there just to throw you off.

But in the end he will make sure he wins, or rather, he eliminates you. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t win the entirety of the game, taking you down was satisfactory enough, and he feels well accomplished and content after.

Would definitely rub it in your face.

If you brush it off as something you didn’t really try in, be prepared to be pinned against the wall and kissed until you admit that you were in fact, doing your best. And yes, he won fair and square.

Bennett

Omg this precious boy-

Bennett will try his hardest, stick by your side and shoot at any approaching target. Considering that the two of you are on the same team, he will promise to protect you.

With one problem.

No matter how well he aims, whether it is going to hit his target or not, the lazer disagrees. Rather, his terrible luck absolutely ruins it and somehow his lazer point ends up somewhere completely else.

“It changed its direction completely!”

Well… you never know, maybe it’s the gun that sends the lazers ray so far off, but considering it’s Bennett, you know it’s no coincidence.

So you end up protecting him.

Dragging him from place to place and shooting down your opponents, the two of you spend your time tripping over random large ass rocks ( with only Bennett’s terrible luck to blame ) and attacking opponents.

You make sure that Bennett is not shot, no matter what. And you give everyone else a terrible glare that basically screams that if they shoot him, they’ll face your wrath.

Nobody shoots Bennett.

By the end of the game, he’ll be grinning ear to ear. And even if he didn’t manage to eliminate anyone, he’ll boast about how his amazing dodging skills pulled him through the game. You’ll agree, lacing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to the good Hunter to get a good meal.

Just to buy one though, the poor boy can’t cook for his life.

Razor

“Razor… very confused.”

The wolf boy has difficulty with the rules of the game, but the concept of pointing the gun at an opponent and shooting them with a lazer isn’t too hard to grasp.

You find out very quickly that Razor is actually pretty good with aim.

His hands don’t shake for one, and he is so adept to his surroundings that people struggle finding the source of their depleting health. Despite being overall confused at how to play, Razor easily becomes one of the main players taking opponents down.

As someone on his team, he makes sure to keep you by his side the entire time. He understands the elimination part, and he doesn’t want his lupical to get taken out, even if it’s a game.

He can be oddly affectionate at certain times, pushing your face against his chest as he takes out the remaining players in the field you both are in. He will carry you, and take no hesitation when pulling you out of the way, even if it’s a little too rough.

When the game ends, it might take a while to explain to the poor boy that your team won. And that it was a good thing.

Razor will begin to smile when he notices how content you are with it.

Chongyun

This man has the audacity to wield a gun while licking his ‘popsicle.’

Like goddamnit Chongyun, being good at shooting is already a flex, you don’t have to nibble at your popsicle while you’re at it.

You can’t really blame him though, it’s hot outside, and with the sun beaming down on the poor boy's head you know he can’t stand it. Especially with all the adrenaline and yells from opposing teams.

As someone on the same team as him, you take on the job of Chongyun’s personal popsicle restocker, and shooting anyone down once he gets tired. As good as the boy is at shooting, he sucks at keeping himself unknown to the other players.

So you take on the job to make sure they don’t shoot him down.

The two of you are a good team, and if it gets too hot, Chongyun might even let you have one of his popsicles. Of course you don’t have his talent of being able to shoot while having a popsicle in your mouth-

Your team will end up losing though, and even though Chongyun isn’t bothered, he will be slightly worried if you care. The two of you were obviously trying your best, and as long as you both had fun that’s all that matters to him.

But if it really bothers you that much…

He knows you feel comforted by physical contact, so he’ll hold your hand and offer a comforting smile. Tell you that you played well, and that he had fun.

That cheers you up right away.

Kiss him on the cheek please, even though he will flinch at the contact, his cheeks are flushed red and he won’t admit it. But he likes it.

Albedo

Why is it so easy to picture Albedo as a hot sexy stoic mafioso wielding a gun?

Anyways, Albedo is terribly good at wielding a gun. So good at that he only holds the plastic revolver with one hand, never missing a shot as he walks down the streets of Monstadt.

He knows the area well, so good luck trying to sneak up on him. The way his eyes so carelessly sweep the buildings, it hardly looks like he’s trying. Eliminating players with his lasers as he mindlessly strides past the fountain.

Of course, you’re against him.

Albedo isn’t really motivated to play, he’d rather be in his lab experimenting or recording down his discoveries. But he was dragged into this mess, he might as well play his part and support his team.

Albedo won’t hesitate to shoot at you and take you down.

As much as you may be important to you, he plays this game fair and square. He will take you down, or rather, he will try, because you get creative :)

He knows Monstadt well, but he can’t possibly keep his eye on all angles around him. So you’ll aim for his blind spots, throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. Simply eliminating him isnt satisfying enough, you need more.

So you turn this into a little game to fluster him.

Tackle him and pin him down, watch him scramble for the gun and then give him a peck on the lips. Watch as his grip loosens, and one of his hands instinctively come to nestle against your hair to pull you closer, and then you pull away.

Watching his idle confusement turn into a light blush on his cheeks is just too good, and how he grows even redder when you start laughing is even better.

Of course his team wins, not that he cares.

The minute the game ends he’s back in his office, conducting experiments. You can go interrupt him though, sneak into his office and press a kiss against his neck. He doesn’t often react or do much to it, but after your linger kiss at the game, he will pull you close and sit you on his lap. Have a proper make out session after you left him hanging with that peck earlier ;)

Scaramouche

This little man is ‘terrifying’.

It’s scary enough that whether you’re against him or on the same team as him, you keep your distance.

“Are you avoiding me Y/n?”

You play on the same team, and even if he’s your boyfriend, you know better than to stay too close when it comes to battle. He shows his cruelty, and you really weren’t looking forward to be put in the middle of that.

‘Unfortunately you didn’t have a choice-‘

Scaramouche will literally drag you, a hand looped around your waist to tug you to his side and take you along with him as he takes down opponents after opponents. He doesn’t ask for your praise, but you still give him it knowing he appreciates it. Mentally.

When he’s tired or bored, he will lean his head on your shoulder, wait there for a bit before jumping back up and shooting a random straggler on the sides. Heavens knows how the boy knows he was there, it’s like he has some sixth sense.

We don’t even want to get into his accuracy and precision, Scaramouche is born a mafioso.

At the end when your team wins, no surprise, give him a hug. Tell him he did well and even if he tries to push away, hold him tight. Even though he could easily pull your arms away if he wanted to, he’ll just pretend to give a little struggle and then give in to your warmth.

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Sending nudes/sexting w/ JJK characters (Nanami, Toji, Gojo, Mei Mei)

Synopsis: Do y’all need one fr? I think the title is self explanatory

TW: mature things obviously, GN!reader, typos like always, nothing outside or masturbation and nudes really, 18+, MINORS DNI!

NANAMI

Yeah, yeah you miss Nanami’s cuddles, kisses, hugs, and all that soft shit when you spend the whole day without him because of his work schedule, but you also miss that long schlong that’s attached to him. Work has given him such a hectic schedule that sometimes you go a week without having any sex and it drives you crazy and Nanami might not show it, but it drives him crazy as hell too. He’s just praying for an off day so he can get that sweet release from you that he needs.

Though sexting is not the same as physical sex, any form of sexual attention from him is needed. So, bravely one day you decided to send him a picture of you in nothing but one of his button ups barely covering your body while he’s at work. To be fair, you did wait until a time when you knew he usually wasn’t busy and the office was nearly empty.

When I tell you this photo has him blushing like a school girl and horny immediately; he forgets how to breathe for a good two minutes and it takes the sound of someone’s footsteps to bring him back to reality and remember the setting he was in.

You see, sexting really isn’t Nanami’s cup of tea. He’s big on intimacy and physical touch and sexting hardly fulfills any of his desires. He’d much rather have you in front of him in person. You see those three little lines pop up thinking he’s going to describe to you in detail what he’s going to do to you once he gets off and how much he’s been feening for you too, but no! Instead, all you get is a text that reads “On my way.”

Nanami isn’t the type to call off of work or leave early, but it’s from that picture that he realizes how wanting you must be for him and he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, but also realize just how bad he’s been wanting you. The drive home for him is 30 minutes? He’s making it home in like 10, knuckles gripping the wheel and all as he thinks about rushing home to you and your body.

He doesn’t even greet you when he comes in the house. Immediately opting to connect his lips to yours to initiate the long night between you two that’s going to unfold.

“My poor baby. I’ve been so neglectful to you lately, haven’t I? I’m sorry, I’m going to make it up to you so good tonight. Lay back and let me take care of you tonight.” And take care of you is exactly what he does.

TOJI

You could text Toji for hours on end, tell him your house got burned down and you now live in Bikini Bottom with Sponge-bob, and he still wouldn’t budge. He doesn’t even have to be out doing a job, if he doesn’t see it as urgent urgent then he’s getting back to you in like 2-3 business days minimum.

Let you send him a text that’s like “Currently in bed thinking about you with my hand between my thighs because I haven’t seen you all day.” And all of a sudden his fingers are moving fast like lightening as he texts you back.

Most likely going to respond with something like “I’ll show you mins if you show me yours” Because that man is a menace that should be locked up. You don’t even have to send one for real though because three minutes later your phone is pinging with a dick pic from him; two bottles resting on dick just to show how big it is because he’s a show off. Might even send you a video of him moving it without his hands in return for some soapy titty pics.

Nudes of you make him go absolutely feral and has him in the bed huffing and puffing as he uses his hands to recreate the feeling of you, but you would never know that because he responds with shit like “So sexy looking”

He’s kinda ass at sexting lowkey.

He’s not too big on dirty talk while sexting, pictures and videos say everything that he needs to, but guarantee that he brings it up once the two of you are finally able to meet up in person. “So you said you were going to do what now to me?” “Sre we going to do what we talked about in those messages or whatr?” Of course, he holds you to your word and the two of you indeed do what you said over text.

GOJO

You already knew what the night was going to be like as soon as you got that “U up?” Text from Gojo. Not only was it almost 1 in the morning, but the two of you hadn’t seen each other physically in almost a month and you could just hear the desperation in his voice from when he had called you earlier talking about how much he missed you; him being in front of others being the only thing stopping him from going into great detail about what exactly he missed.

You didn’t even need to reply to him. The fact that you had read it was enough confirmation for him and minutes later you were getting sent a video with his dick as his thumbnail, just out and erect with his hand at the base of it and some lubricant covering it to make it look shiny and presentable.

“Fuck, y/n. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you bouncing up and down on my cock all month long. I need you so bad right now.” The sweet moans of your name leaving his mouth and the bucking of his hips into his hands once you pressed play on the video were enough to get you in the mood as well. Quickly you’re stripping your clothes off and sending him videos of you in all types of angles, but that’s not enough for him.

Next thing you know he’s facetiming you and the two of you are on the phone having a mutual masturbation session. The sight of each of you two getting off to each other getting off was enough to make both of you cum more than once. It takes him going completely soft and finally getting all that pent up sexual tension out of him to finally hang up.

MEI MEI

Someone get this woman an only fans account because the horny content she sends you should not be free. When I say this woman puts work into the videos and pictures she sends to you, I mean it.

I’m talking a ring light set up to make her angles look appeasing, special lingerie just for pictures to take to send to you, and a phone with amazing quality. She goes all out for you like a professional because she wants you to use them more than once, she wants to make some quality spank bank material for you so you wont even think about going on twitter again when you’re horny.

Tell me shouldn’t have a very popular OnlyFans. You can’t cause you’d be lying to yourself.

She’s such a big tease. She’d send you a picture of her titties all oiled up in a bikini that’s barely covering anything but her nipples along with a text message that’s like “They miss you );” .....While you’re at work because she’s just such a tease like that.

Glances inside of her underwear, boomerangs of her shaking her ass for you, and quick glimpses of her nipple; anything but giving you the real thing. Her whole objective with nudes is to make you want her more and show you what you’re missing out on by not being with her in the moment.

It’s not until you’re sending pictures and videos of yourself begging you to help her out that she finally does and it’s still not with pictures or videos in return ! Instead, she’ll text you through your orgasm in vivid description of what she wants to do to you and bring up past sexual experiences like, “Remember that time when we I picked you up from work and we couldn’t wait until we went home so we fucked right there in the backseat of the car?”

Big on helping you visualize things, so honestly you don’t even need her to go all out.

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