#❛ aesthetics ━━ when i get buck boy better buck up.

[thuganomxcs]

✦ 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

Ain't been about that, ain't been about this. You got a problem we throwin' them 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨.

@acoldsovereign

#❛ yumaiz ━━ you and i have been through purgatory heaven then hell. #❛ aesthetics ━━ when i get buck boy better buck up. #acoldsovereign #the most violent power 'couple' in the world

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

steve harrington's kinklist (top 5) ✨

i figured similarly to this post about murray, i'd rank steve's favourite kinks..ur welcome

faceriding~

now this doesn't necessarily exclude straight up oral, but this boy def enjoys being ridden. his dick? yes, ofc. but even better than that, having his partner sat atop his face, grinding down onto his awaiting tongue is his vibe. like, he's gotten off to that fantasy many a time.

he's a big fan of the opportunity it gives him to grope and squeeze your thighs and tummy too, bc despite being on top, you are kinda at his mercy here. he'll caress and squish every patch of skin available, and esp loves giving the occasional spank (esp when you start to buck into his mouth, and give the tell-tale squeal of getting close).

masochism~

despite liking being in charge, i do think his personality lends itself to giving and exchanging power (as we'll see below); he's def a dom!switch, or even straight up a bratty!switch. getting him to turn over that leaf sometimes can be tricky, as he's so used to girls expecting him to take the lead; hence why he's a bit of a painbaby. steve's 100% a sucker for a bit of masochism.

he's not too big on sadism or inflicting pain, but receiving it is his jam. pushing him up against a wall mid-makeout, groping his forearms and/or thighs and putting all ur weight on him when you ride/sit in his lap just makes him extra hard. he's also def a whore for the cliche romcom wrist-grabbing too - like, do u have a place you want to take him? don't ask, or lead, just grab him by the wrist and drag him places, he loves it

quickies~

he's got a job (ice cream), and another job (perpetual nanny of 6), and also another job (defeating monsters)...so, he takes it where can get it. you want him here, now? he's down. this applies to everything too - not just the occasional hand or blowjob, but straight up fucking.

despite now being a mom of 6, he was once a horny idiot teenager, so he knows all the secret screwing areas, and will most def be up for some games when ur watching the new star wars or driving to his place in the car. slip a hand in his pants, start tugging at his hardened length, and he won't stop you, ngl

hair pulling~

as discussed, he's a slut. but also a slut for pain. grab this boy's locks and he'll groan extra loud for you; he keeps that head of hair well-maintained not just for the aesthetics, but bc they go through a lot of pulling and groping when he's getting to it, i mean-

it's great, it's multipurpose. great for steering his pretty mouth to wherever you need it, or pulling him close to you to give a sloppy open-mouthed kiss behind the ice cream counter, or push him down onto the pillow so you can just ride your orgasm away all over his face, like, he rlly appreciates when his hair is tugged (and head massages too, likely)

power play~

as discussed, he's a dom!switch or brat!switch depending on the day; the baseline in your relationship is that ultimately it goes back to him being in charge. buuut that doesn't mean you can't play games - bc he loves a game. not a challenge like billy, nor a battle of wits like hopper, but a fun sexually-charged ping-pong match, if you will.

some flirty remarks here, a couple gropes and kisses there, and maybe some "no!"s or blatantly ignoring his commands or rules. trying to fight back on a punishment you were given for last time's fiasco is a great example of this, bc ultimately he's a simpy whore who'll let you get what you want. def representative of playing the game not for the kill, but the chase (but the kill fuck is a lovely bonus ofc).

there u go, i hope that satiated ur kinky needs :)

feel like requesting? they're open, so give me some ideas!

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[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 13)

Hank Voight x Reader

Masterlist

“You sure?” Henry asked me as we were getting ready for bed that night. I was already on my laptop looking at baby clothes. 

“This just feels like the right time. Plus when am I ever going to have everyone together like this?” I mused. 

He joined me in bed, maneuvering me around so he could see my screen. 

“Jay and your dad are going to kill me.” He stated.

“You can take them.” I laughed as I kissed his cheek. 

We stayed up most of the night brainstorming the perfect reveal and I was so excited to share my little bundle of joy with my family. I woke up Henry the next morning with excited giggles, placing kisses all along his face and neck. 

“Wake up!” I whined. 

He opened a singular eye mockingly before closing it again and pulling me into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered. 

“I love you more than anything.” 

“More than our little love bug?” He joked, hand coming to stroke our babies home. 

“Considering you gave me them, yes.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. 

I caught the bottom of his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Henry’s hand made his way to my thigh to throw it over his hip. Obviously I had no choice but to ground my pelvis on his. 

“Horny this early in the morning?” He joked.

“I have the hottest baby daddy, what am I supposed to do?” I sighed, pushing his boxers down and sliding his tip between my folds. 

“Say please.” 

“Please.” He moaned, bucking into my hand. 

“Good boy.” I moaned, sliding down his length. 

We moved at a languid pace, kisses and moans filling the room. 

“Right there.” I cried. The feeling of him hitting my cervix was not something I would ever get used to. 

“Fuck baby.” He whined, slamming my hips back onto his length. 

“Please!” I cried. Now I was the one whining for a release. He took mercy on me and moved his thumb to caress my clit. 

In a matter of moments, I was falling over the edge and collapsing on Henry’s chest. He continued to chase his high and thrust into my sopping heat before letting out a guttural moan and filling me up. 

“God damn it I love doing that.” He admitted.

“I know, that’s how I got pregnant.” I laughed, falling to the side and laying my head on his chest. 

After what felt like hours of laying together, it was time to get this plan in action. As I was getting ready for some errands, Hank sat on a stool, talking to my little bump. 

“Today’s the day bub, we’re going to tell your grandparents and your uncles about you.” He murmured, shoving his face into my stomach. 

“I wish we could tell your brother. I hope he’s up there with you in heaven taking care of you until mama and I get to meet you.” He confessed. 

I felt myself tearing up as I dropped my curler and ran my fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sure Justin is watching over our baby. How about you tell Erin next if you want to?” I proposed. 

He smiled sadly up at me before returning to his secret conversation. 

“I hope it’s a girl.” I mused. 

“Me too.” 

The afternoon rolled around with us enjoying a beautiful backyard picnic. We had a white tent with the most aesthetic array of every food I could think of. I had 4 little boxes hidden to the side for the big reveal. 

“Do you guys really have to go back?” I pouted to my parents. 

Having them here for the long weekend made me realize how much I missed being around them all the time. Especially with the baby coming, I wanted them to stay in Chicago.

“We’ll be back all the time okay? Your dad just bought another apartment down the block from yours, so I’m sure we’ll be here more often.” My mom reassured me. 

“Speaking of apartments, here are your keys boys.” My dad smiled, handing off keychains to Will and Jay. 

“We can’t thank you enough Mr. Lahey.” Will said, expressing his gratitude.

“It is not a problem and please call me Charles. You two are family now and I feel better that Charlie isn’t living alone.” Dad explained. 

“Hardly alone when Hank’s always there.” Jay mumbled, taking a drink from his glass. 

“Heard that.” Henry replied. 

“Nonetheless, thank you, Charles.” Jay smiled, giving my dad a firm handshake. 

After indulging in way too much desert, it was time for the main event. 

“I have a surprise.” I announced excitingly, moving to grab the little boxes with everyone names on them. 

“You guys have to open it at the same time okay?” I instructed. 

With a collective nod, everyone took a hold of the ribbon securing the box. 

“On three! One, two.. three!” I yelled. 

They all yanked their ribbons free and reached into the box for their gift. My mom opened her box to a onesie saying “grandmas favorite”, my dad got a coffee mug saying “promoted to grandpa”, Jay got a bottle of scotch that says “pairs well with becoming an uncle” and Will got a candle that says “smells like you’re gonna be an uncle”. 

At first, no one reacted. They all just stared at their gift in silence. My mom was the first to lift her head with tears in her eyes. 

“A grandma?” She cried, clutching the onesie to her chest. My dad was quick to follow her with a shocked expression. 

“You’re pregnant?” He gasped. 

I nodded excitedly as tears came down my face. 

“Oh baby!” Will shouted, smelling his candle before reaching over for a hug. 

My mom joined us in the hug as my dad and Jay looked at each other before looking at Henry. 

“Say something.” I laughed, staring at the men in shock. 

“Congratulations Honey.” My dad smiled, hugging me as well. 

Jay continued to sit there with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“You got my sister pregnant?” He asked, flabbergasted. Before anyone could really gauge a reaction, he got up and punched Henry in the face. Again. 

“Seriously Jay? This is the second time. I’m still your boss.” He groaned. My dad helped him off the ground with a laugh. 

“No more hitting, I need my grandchild to grow up with a father in one piece.” My dad joked. 

Jay finally came over and brought me into a hug. 

“I’ll kill him if he ever hurts you.” He whispered, holding onto my tightly. 

“Thank you.” I cried, soaking his shirt. 

I was finally able to make my way back to Henry and inspect his face. 

“He was holding back. The first one was worse.” I joked. 

“I bought an ice pack for a reason.” He admitted, pulling out a cold one from the cooler.

“I’m so excited to be having a baby with you.” I cooed at him. 

“I’m excited but terrified. I can’t believe I get to be a dad again.” He admitted. 

That made my mom sob and pulled him into a hug. 

“Welcome to the family Henry.” 

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[jogos-delulu-wife]

MKAY, SO— allow me to unleash my cum storm—

I was thinkin bout nsfw stuff with our malewife and I think it’s kind of a switch situation?? I can’t imagine him being sub completely, but at the same time he’s not a total top either—

BUT YO—

IMAGINE— JUST IMAGINE JOGO UNDER US?? LIKE, SHIVERING FROM OUR TOUCHES AND EVERYTHIN’?? He’ll probably avoid eye— LOL— contact too ‘cause of embarrassment and that “humans are trash” thing, omg. He totally loves it too I think, but he’ll literally NEVER agree to it…But can you force it out of Jogo by teasing the shit out of his body and stuff? MAYBE— YES EVEN—

AND IF WE’RE TALKIN’ BOUT A TOP JOGO— I— HHNNHHWHDDH— MOTHER OF GOOOOD—

BWAHAHAHA, and what do you think about this?? :3 ( I wanna hear your own headcannons, pookie— )

>:D & So it begins

Sub & Dom Head-cannon’s

Let me start this off- Curse cum is Black in color, deny it all you want but I’d imagine it to fit the aesthetic, it’s black, it’s a thicker texture, stickier, and if you toy with it long enough is like squishing gummies/marshmallows, it’s starts making a web texture and stretch’s and it’s messy in such lewd way 🤭

Jogo’s cum is hot- when he comes inside it’s almost comforting how warm it makes you feel- in the winter this man’s body keeps you warm on this outside and double stuffs you to keep you warm on the inside he’s the whole package 🥰

Man will burn his hand prints and finger prints into you if you beg or give him permission, he’s a curse but since your so dear to him he obviously cares for you and wants to take care of you regardless

Subby Male Wife

(Writing this from 1st Pov 🤭)

Kneeling at the edge of my bed i looked up at Jogo, his distorted expression, eye was forced shut but the tears on his faint lash line were visible, soft grunts through his clenched teeth, i went back down right hand pumping his cock while I played with his cocks small slit. The tip of my tongue rubbing against its head and hearing those strained grunts, i leaned forward taking more of his cock hearing how he started to grunt, i took his right hand in my left squeezing

“Cmon Jogo, one more time and I promise I’ll make you forget everything else and you’ll only feel so good.” I moved to kiss his thighs still pumping his cock, the sounds he made were egging me on getting me more desperate to feel him inside. Looking up at him, hd Barely lifted his head, i got the full view of his flushed face, the purple hue on his cheeks, the saliva shining his lips has he gasped, his hands ripping into my sheets.

“My desperate little boy,” i let go of his cock watching it spring up to smack against his abdomen, he gasped at the feeling hips bucking up trying to follow my hand.

“Y/n,” i smiled as his rough whisper crawling over him, he looked so small and corruptible, “Jogo” i cooed at him straddling his hips, guiding his hot hands against my thighs and up my sides, he moved them down to squeeze my thighs when i slowly started to sink into his cock, i watched his back arch, head forced back into my pillow with a clenched eye and grunting though clenched teeth, his finger tips burning against my skin in a painful way, running my hands up his chest and dragging my nails back down, i started grinding against him feeling his stuttering hips rub against my clit, the hot feeling in my pussy gave away he’d cum from just bottoming out, “cmon Jo, you can do better than that,”

I started to grind on him harder breathing heavier when he started to thrust, i guided his hot fingers to my clit, he rubbed his thumb in circles slowly catching the tip that sent shivers through my body, my orgasm starting to build while i kept bouncing on Jogo’s cock, his fingers leaving burning marks in my thighs as he begged eyes forces shut tears, nails marking my thighs, his hips thrusting to meet my bounces. His gasps sinful and shivering as he swallowed for air chest heaving while i started dragging my nails against his collarbone and chest

“Fuck, Jogo,” i leaned down against him my chest on his kissing him and fucking his cock, he whimpered hands moving up to my hips, pulling back while panting for air i tried to roll us over “Fuck me Jogo, i know you can fuck me good and feel me with your cum, fuck me raw and hard, cum inside me let me cum on your cock,” i grabbed him by the back of the head pulling him down to kiss him again, he started to thrust, slowly, the drag of his cock was amazing hiring every spot, i could feel the veins on his cock rubbing against my pussy spreading my juice all over his abdomen and cock, my thighs were getting sticky and soaked when he started to thrust harder, faster making my bed thud lightly against the wall

“I’m close, damn human,” he grunted, i could feel his body tremble, “shouldn’t feel this way for something so weak.” He grunted when i dug my nails into his shoulders “Don’t get so brave Jogo, your my little virgin, i took your virginity, if you don’t like my pussy that much,” i started to rake my nails down his back and he hissed “i can push you off and make you jerk off like a Sad little boy.” He burried his face in my neck biting down on my shoulder

“Touch me, make me cum first and I’ll let you cum inside, i won’t make you pull out and waste your cum on your hand.”

Instantly i felt Jogo shove his hand between us his feeling up my clit making e gasp and try to grind my clit against his hand “fuck it feels so good jo you’re doing so good don’t stop touching me please.” I could feel his cock twitching more when i started to praise him

It didn’t take long before i was cumming on Jogo’s cock, his hips were stuttering dick twitching and locked my legs around his hips “Cum inside me, cum inside me baby, you deserve it for being so good” i watched as he sat back, pulling my legs up and thrusting roughly causing the bed to rock harder hitting the wall, his cam hissing and with a breathy moan calling “Fuck, y…y/n” he kept panting hands burning their marks into my thighs, i watched when he pulled out the hot hot feeling inside of me, his cum was close to hurting, it was hot and sticky, black in color but made the perfect strands to mark up your pretty cunt and face, sticky hot black cum was slowly forcing it way out around His softening cock. I smiled at him, “Mm, wouldn’t it be cute if gave you a little jogo?”

Instantly I felt how his cock started to twitch again, “Let’s see how many more times you can be good and cum for me.”

Dom King

Head cannon- bc idk how I’m writing this out honestly-

Daddy Jogo- is a menace, he has a strong superiority thing, it sends shivers down you back when he side eyes you almost sneering-

Yes daddy- look down on while you have to look up at me I’ll be on my knees if it pleases you 🧎

Why drives him to dominate you, to prove humans are hardly reliable for anything, to put you in your place and prove you belong under him, really degrading and little bit of choking, marks up your body to prove how weak you are while filling you up cursing you for your human body that can’t take his seed ánd make a kid if you didn’t have such an abusable cursed technique

It’s his pleasure over yours, he makes your to edge and deny your orgasm until the very end, so you squirt all over his abdomen and cock, he calls you a “pathetic disgusting human,” before saying “getting carried away on my cock you made a mess all over me do something useful and clean up this mess.” Has you start licking his cock clean before shoving his cock into your mouth to the point your nose was pressed against his abdomen and you couldn’t help but moan while he used you, truthfully he seems so selfish, demanding and controlling but in the end 😔 Pussy’s never been more satisfied then when it’s been triple stuffed 2/3 different times by Jogo’s Black Hot and sticky seed, it’s a scene to behold when his cum is smeared on your thighs and cunt 🤭

———————————————————

“Ah, fuck, Jogo please, please please please i wanna cum I’m so close”

Jogo started to thrust harder, his balks slapping against your clit and mound, his hands grabbing your waist tight forcing you back against him with every thrust, his Cock was heavy and hot on your insides a shiver running down your back and eyes rolling when he angels his hips up rubbing against a spongy place deep inside, panting your arms gave out face into the pillow as you moaned out freely thinking your were gonna cum until you felt that addicting burn on your insides, your walls, cunt and thighs burning when Jogo pulled out unloading another round of cum on your body, your thighs and pussy connected to his cock and thighs by the thin strands of cum he’d coated your pussy in hours before, you felt the hot hand burning its way down your back and grabbing the back of your neck, “I’ve told you already, you can cum when i let you, but now you need to remember your place is under me, pleasing me, understanding that your useless unless i give you a purpose.”

You nodded shivering feeling your skin start to burn hotter under his hand eyes rolling back “Yes, yes sir, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please keep cumming inside me, I’ll do anything”

Jogo scoffed at your begs “Just proves humans can’t do anything right, so many men” he grinned pumping his cock with his free hand lining the head up to your entrance, “and you only want-“ he shoved in only stopping when his balls were pressed against your cunt, “my cock, if you humans weren’t so pathetic maybe you wouldn’t need a curse’s cock to make you cum, to make you beg and squirt, if a human man could make you scream and stuff you the way I do, you wouldn’t be under me letting me burn my hands into your skin stuffing your pussy with potent cum your just wasting, your pussy’s so tight it’s forcing my seed out and even trying to push my cock out but that’s not going to work.”

Jogo’s hands grabbed your waist, nails bitting your skin when he started to force you against his thrusts, stopping to flip you onto your back thumbing your clit throwing one of your legs over his shoulders spreading you open to his free hand pressed against your tummy then your womb feeling how his cock rubbed your insides, “his cock was twitching when your walls pulsed and clenched around him”

“If your body could take my seed you’d have a purpose, but your so weak, your cursed technique is even worse,” he kept thrusting leaning down to bit your neck teeth grazing and marking every inch of flesh he could bite, suck and burn, he wanted to grand you as his, “I can I can bee good i can give you a baby if you let me cum! Please!” You begins eyes tearing up, he pulled away looking at you before his warm slick tongue licked away your tills he whispered in your ear

“You? Give me a heir?” His teeth grazed below your ear, “Prove to me you can even carry my seed and I’ll swear on my child’s life I’ll give you the best orgasms of your life ever night during your pregnancy. If you can’t, I’ll just keep using you however i want.” You knew it was a lie, he’d never leave you unsatisfied no matter how many hours he edged and denied your orgasms, he always made you scream his name head thrown back digging your nails into his skin legs locked around his hips holding his cock and cum balls deep almost in your womb

“I WILL I PROMISE PELASE PLEASE CUM INSIDE LET ME CUM ON YOUR COCK” begging like a whore you started to hump again his thrusts for more friction before he puleld away pounding into your pussy, the wet slick bodies filled your ears and you moaned out stomach aching from the contraction of your muscles, nails digging into his forearm, thighs twitching and squeezing his waist when his hand smacked your clit before spreading your lips open spitting on your clit and rubbing fast circles with his fingers, his thrusts getting hard the bed started to slam against the wall, bed creaking like he was trying to fuck your womb instead of pussy, his hand on your clit heating up, his cock felt like it was getting hotter on your inside and he came the pressure of his cum pushing up again your cervix and g spot and your lifted your hips off the bed with a gasp and cry squirting shamelessly still trying to fuck yourself on his cock, his thrusts slowed as you started to come down from your orgasm,

“You humans always making a mess of things,” he pulled out grabbing a plug similar to the ones he kept in his ear plugging your cunt up before grabbing your hand pulling you up and to the edge of the bed where he stood, pulling your further your crumbled to your knees face getting smacked by his hard cock, his fist in your hair forcing your face against his cock and wet abdomen, “You should clean up your messes if you don’t want to be punished.”

Licking your juices off his abdomen and cock, sucking the head of his cock after he said you missed a spot and forced you to take only the head in your mouth and jerk the rest of him off, he was getting close and you were to dazed out from your orgasm to register when he folded you in half on the edge of the bed, shoving the head of his cock again your interest after pulling out your plug and letting his last load fill you up warm and full, the thin strands of black cum on your thighs stretched when he spread you open, burying his fingers in your cunt and pushing his spilling cum deeper into you before plugging you back up.

“Let’s see how many more times you get to cum this year.”

You didn’t tell Jogo, but 3 weeks later and keeping your cursed technique active, your reversed curse techniques and having Geto help you out, the fetus in your womb was officially 3 weeks, and here you laid on your bed, shaky thighs spread wide open, hands pressed against Jogo’s head while he sucked on your clit fingers knuckle deep, face covered in the juices of your past 2 orgasms while he was grinding against the bed, his free hand pressed firmly against your stomach in just over 9 months you’d have his child and without a doubt, he’d be filling you up with cum to give him another

🤍🤍🧡🩶🧡🤍🤍🧡🩶🧡🤍🤍🧡🩶🧡🤍🤍

I’m a little dummified but i tried 🥺 I’ll retry if y’all think it can be better 🤍 but Merry Early Christmas and Even Earlier Happy New Years 🥳🎉🎉

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[giggly-toybox]

now that you're writing for One Piece, if you don't mind, u could share some general tickling thoughts/headcanons on the series? (hcs of characters, scenarios between them etc) if this is too broad u can feel free to ignore, thanks!

HI OKAY SO!!!! I was literally so excited to make this bc this show has absolutely taken over my brain AAAAA

But here we go! For now, we’ll only be doing MY personal favorite characters! If you want a character that isn’t on here, let me know when requests open up again!

Also note: I am in the middle of the Marineford arc (and might have cried a little bit) meaning I am nowhere near up to date with some of the newer stuff!

Basil Hawkins:

EASILY my favorite character. Me and my mutual have been rambling about him for days. So far he’s only had like eight minutes of screen time so don’t know why I like him so much, I just do. My silly babygirl. My borblo Right off the bat, he’s feather ticklish

Like, really. Feathers affect him more than actual fingers

I think he has a very gentle and soft laugh most of the time, but it can get loud if you hit a bad spot

I think his worst spots are his belly, neck, and chin

If you use a feather on any of those spots he will die

EXTREMELY squirmy. He will buck, kick, shove, squirm, whatever he has to do to get away

He’s a really gentle ler most of the time

He’ll just hold you close with an arm while he mindlessly traces his finger on your belly, reading his cards like nothings happening

If you want to get away he’ll let you

But if you tickle him first, that gentleness is thrown out the window and he immediately targets your death spots, scribbling his gloved fingers all over your squirming figure

He doesn’t do it for long tho, and he’s nice enough to get you some water afterwards :)

Perona:

MY GIRLLLL! I love her so so much she’s easily my favorite female character! I just love her style sm, I need her outfit! I love her little ghosts and her aesthetic as a whole, she’s just so pretty!

Persona just oozes sister vibes, both big and little. So I would say she’s an even 50/50 switch

She’s probably ticklish all over, but I would say her worst spot is her belly, specifically her belly button

She doesn’t shut up when being tickled. She’ll scream, beg, plead, complain, or try to distract you

Either that or she’ll send her ghosts to make you depressed

She would be such a brat after being tickled tbh 😭

She would pout and scold you before eventually moving on and floating away

She only tickles things she deems cute, so if you’re not cute in her book, you’re safe

But once she has you in her sights, she’ll playfully tackle you and absolutely wreck you

She likes your cute laugher :3

Crocodile:

My boy Crocodile! Gosh he’s just so cool. I didn’t like him too much in the Alabasta arc, but he got a lot better in Impel Down and Marineford! I just really love the way he looks, and his sand powers :3

Yeah…In all honesty I don’t think this guys really ticklish at all

As much as it pains me to admit

The only spot that could really make him laugh is his neck

Even then all you would get are a few chuckles

He’s not sensitive enough to wreck sorry 😔

He doesn’t really participate in tickling either

He thinks it’s childish

Nico Robin:

The best Strawhat. I do not take criticism. She is my girl and I love her so much. Her “I want to live” made my heart ache! And she easily has my favorite devil fruit

We love a canon ler

Gosh her ability is so well for tickling as we’ve seen in the show twice!

Like she can summon two arms to hold yours and then two to tickle you silly

She’s a nice ler most of the time tho, she won’t torture you for too long

As a lee I think she’s one of those people that are ticklish on most of their body, but not too ticklish

Like no matter where you tickle her, tummy, neck, feet, she’ll giggle but that’s about it

As I’ve said before I think her worst spot are her sides so that’s where you’ll get the most reaction

She’s a bit louder but other than that there’s not really a lot of difference

She had a lovely laugh though <3

Jewelry Bonney:

Another supernova! I really like Bonney, I find her devil fruit really interesting! I can’t wait to see more of her Ticklish thighs. I don’t take criticism she’s definitely weak there

She also has pretty sensitive armpits, but her thighs are a bit worse

Her laugher is kinda rough, and she definitely snorts

If you’re really close to her, she doesn’t mind being ticked by you

But if not you’re getting kicked in the face

Since she’s a big foodie, I see her favorite tickling methods to be things like nibbling or raspberries

I would say licking too but I’m super uncomfortable with licking tickles

X Drake:

X Drake! I love him so much, my dinosaur boy. He easily has the best animal devil fruit so far (I forget what the type is called)

While I do think he’s ticklish, I think he has a lot of tolerance for those kind of things

I mean he used to be a rear admiral he definitely has some endurance

He doesn’t actually squirm around that much. He’ll flinch and shove a bit, maybe kick his legs a few times, but for the most part he just takes it

But he does have one weakness: raspberries

If you blow one right on his belly, like on the middle of the bottom of the huge X on his torso, he’ll laugh louder then the sea

He’s definitely more of a ler. I see him tickling people in his dinosaur form

Like he’s carrying them like a doll and tickling them all over

Or holding them by the ankles and wrecking their soles

Human or dinosaur form, if he’s tickling you you’re not escaping until he lets you go

#one piece #one piece tickle #basil hawkins #perona #sir crocodile #nico robin #jewelry bonney #x drake #honorable mention: bon clay #i love him so so so much! #i just…couldnt think of any hcs for him 🥲 #forgive me #this took an embarrassingly long time to finish 😭 #but im so happy with it! #i hope you all like them :)

[noirapocalypto]

Here's something fun I thought of. Since you relate a bit of Embry with Hangman, which wrestler do you associate with your other cyberpunk OCs with? 👀

Oh my god, mi rey, I love this question so much KUJHDSGLJKS okay, sit tight, because I'm gonna likely ramble. I'm gonna go off of AEW wrestlers since that's the show I keep up with weekly djkfghlsd

Salem is my boy that has the most wrestler inspos, because he's my special boy and I look for him in everything. His is more detailed because I feel I gotta explain why I picked each one for him. 😅

Fighting Style: Jon Moxley. Salem likes to fight and he gets brutal when he wants to. He's not a stranger to bleeding, and has a similar bloodlust like Mox that gives him that rush during his fights. He also has that swagger to him, that cocky 'I'm going to enjoy this' aura when he knows he's about to throw down. In my wrestling!AU (literally just a concept and a reason to assign my OC's wrestlers lmao), Salem would likely be a deathmatch wrestler with strong leanings to grappling and 'dirty fighting', such as biting and scratching.

Personality: Eddie Kingston and Hook. So hear me out, because I know that's two polar opposites, kinda. Salem has Eddie's confrontational personality, where if you start shit with him, you best back it up. He will call someone out and he will get up in someone's face. He's not afraid to challenge someone, especially when he feels disrespected or is pissed off enough. He also has Hook's broody, quiet demeanor though, most of the time when he's not getting his buttons pushed. He's always has a resting bitch face where he looks angry or annoyed--but it's part of his allure 🤭

Aesthetics/Presentation: I'll always use House of Black as aesthetic inspo for Salem--particularly Brody King. I like Brody's wrestling attire, especially during his entrance. With the hood and the ski mask and the thick ass chain. I think Salem leans more with that look. But also bringing Hook up again, because Salem's a plain black hoodie guy as well.

Putting the rest under a Read More 🖤

Paolo and Paola, are a mix of various tag teams. These two are a duo that are inseparable and are a package deal, so it makes sense to base them off of a few tag teams (which are my fav). However, the team that I associate them the most are The Young Bucks, because of course.

A pair of siblings that pretty much go out of their way to be obnoxious as possible while remaining loyal to their group (like they are with Kenny and with each other). They're doofy, they're not afraid to look silly and dumb, in fact they lean into it with all the dumb shit they like getting up to. The twins would likely be heels because it's so fun for them to be chaotic gremlins.

And here's a bonus one, an extra for Paolo because I've really latched onto Daniel Garcia, and I see a lot of DG in him. I kinda even associate his voice and the way he speaks with Paolo, I imagine my boy sounding like him.

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Judah is interesting because he's not exactly a fighter in his canon story, BUT he will when he needs to/has to. He's arrogant and so, so full of himself. He's rich, he's handsome, he's better than you--you know there I'm going with this. 😎Judah is MJF, though and through.

Like MJF (pre-face turn), Judah doesn't fight unless he has to. He prefers to run his mouth most of the time and weasel his way out of situations his shit talking gets him into. He'll hire people if he needs to. He has zero problem throwing people under the bus to get ahead and knows how to twist and manipulate things to benefit him. But when he does actually decide to act, he's actually skilled af. He's just more of a talker. Charisma is more his style.

However, in recent development...Judah has also had a little face turn of his own. In my story, he softens up considerably when my others manage to befriend him. He might still be a scumbag, but he's their scumbag. 🖤

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I'm going to include Embry anyways, because I love him and his wrestler association. So obvs, I'm going with Hangman Adam Page for my sunshine boy.

Embry is just a really good guy, very likeable and it's not hard to rally behind him. Of course, he still has some of his not-so-wholesome traits (Hangman's entire storyline of feeling inadequate and the more brutal side of him that comes out in certain feuds/matches). Embry contains multitudes, and sometimes they so even if he tries to hide it.

Plus, there's the whole aesthetics with the blond hair and the southern, cowboy vibes. Even more so with the mustache and beard 🥴Which Embry eventually grows out at some point in his story.

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Renato is the one where I have the most trouble with and don't really have one assigned for him because he's still my most underdeveloped OC. I did like Andrade a lot and often associate him with Renato--looks and aesthetics wise. I wish I had more of an answer for him 😭He's just extremely illusive, but he's slowly coming into his own.

#tw flashing #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ꜱᴠʟᴇᴍ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴇᴍʙʀʏ ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴘᴀᴏʟᴏ ᴠᴇʟᴀsǫᴜᴇᴢ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴘᴀᴏʟᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀsǫᴜᴇᴢ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴊᴜᴅᴀʜ ᴅᴜʙᴏɪꜱ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ʀᴇɴᴀᴛᴏ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴀ

[punkascas]

aww, man, i'm hella bummed over the news of ofmd.

i wasn't even jonesing that hard for s3 — like i'd of course watch it when it came out, but s2 reiterated and reenforced for me why i'll always choose fandom and fanworks over canon — but i feel gutted for the writers and actors. i feel grieved and jaded. and i feel aggravated that it is a familiar, well-worn groove of jaded grief over how queer stories and stories centred on non-white cis characters with diverse casts don't get their chance to flourish and grow. they don't feed the capitalist beast, even though they absolutely fckin do you're just dumb media executives. those stories are not as easy to market; not the sure, quick buck. not the stories for 18 – 25 year old straight white boys you can peddle to advertisers and that look good in quarterly-projection presentations.

i'm sad because the cast really seemed to get on. really seemed to have one of those rare mixes of chemistry and off-screen friendship. and i want to see them hang out and be creative together and fall further in love with now they portray found family on screen with so much ease and sincerity and full of genuine joy.

i'll miss them. i'll miss watching them play their characters. they seem to love them as much as and for the same reasons that we love those characters.

and to a lesser extent i'm a little disappointed to never find out what the plan would've been for s3, where djenks originally had the characters end up, how and if the creative decisions in s2 would've been addressed. fandom will of course find answers to this, and i know i'll probably think those stories are better if i could compare because i always do, but there's still a part of me that wants to know what djenks and the writing team and the cast would've done.

that all said, a part of me finds it extremely awkwardly morbidly hilarious that the s2 ending is now the official end. the ending that i can only read as a fascinating-yet-distressing lovecraftian horror story waiting to happen. like, not great as a final note due to how much it upset and divided the fandom. i wish it had been an ending that sparked opportunities for community-building and excitement and creativity that comes from a place of wanting more rather than feelings of betrayal or discomfort or creativity that comes from the need to process or to fix or to ignore.

but also as someone who enjoys absurdist dark humour, it's kind of perfect to me. the ending is an amazing (accidental) representation of schrödinger's cat of a conclusion. and i love it.

like, you can read the ending as happy. the main couple is together; the crew has their freedom and found family and can continue a life of adventure without the drama ed or stede can cause. izzy… whatever, i guess. whatever people who are cool with izzy's fate wanted for him.

or you can read the ending as, like: stede, run! you just shacked up with a known mentally and emotionally unstable guy who just very traumatically (and violently) ended a longterm codependent relationship. with the fresh grave of your boyfriend's ex right out front. because both of them are dudes that literally hoard each other's corpses because the codependence and obsessive possession just runs that deep. and you made these life choices while on an isolated spit of land with no one else around but the sea and a rundown shack whose aesthetics are straight out of a horror film. and that's implied to smell like death in one of your last lines of dialogue ever. nothing good will come of this, my guy.

if you know me, you know which reading i'm taking and running with.

#the gay pirate show #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #sort of #otp: divorced in a married state #edizzy: love means never having to let go of your rotting corpse #i have a lot of other thoughts about how they accidentally set up character arcs and character backstories #in a way that positioned the narrative beats the characters needed to complete their arcs #in direct opposition to the story and plot beats they originally meant to tell #which is part of why s2 starts to feel wonky #what the characters need based on their flaws and emotional wounds to self-actualise and grow by the end of the story #is not the story they intended to set up or thought they were writing #so all you can do with your characters is stall their development #or regress them #or sweep things under the rug #or change them in ways that feel unsupported and ooc #maybe i'll write a mini meta on this one day for my own sake just to organise my thoughts #ofmd critical #just in case #but no seriously you're telling me i'm supposed to root for stede and ed #when ed and izzy are so obsessed they can't even let go of each others' dead bodies #up to and including burial in a shallow grave in your garden highly visible from the front windows of your love nest with your new paramour #this is a red flag stede #this is the textbook definition of a red flag #adorable insane fucked up little freaks (edizzy) (affectionate) #kat talks

[megslovesbooks]

One Line Any Fic

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it! 

Tagged by @spotsandsocks, @elvensorceress, and @thekristen999! Thanks beloveds!

my heart gets lost (like a message)

“I missed a lot of this.” Eddie says, turning his attention to where Jee’s fingers have found the chain of his St. Christopher medal.

“When Chris was little I was halfway around the world for most of it.” he continues, gently untangling her fist from the necklace. “I told myself it was the only way I could provide for my family, and maybe that was true. But…” He trails off with a sigh. “I missed so much. I can’t get that back.” He looks up, meets Chimney’s gaze.

“Talk to me Chim.”

calling out a mayday (is anybody there?)

“God. Eddie.” He breaths, clutching the sooty bomber jacket in his hands so tight his fingers start to go numb. He’s shaking so hard he’s not sure how he’s still standing. Eddie is shaking too, and for a moment cold fear spikes through Buck’s chest. He tries to pull away, afraid that something is really wrong after all, but Eddie refuses to loosen his grip. The shuddering in his shoulders increases and he hides his face against Buck’s neck. That’s when Buck realizes. Eddie isn’t crying.

He’s laughing.

the beating of our hearts (is the only sound)

“Eddie.” Buck sighs, “I want to be here.” And there’s something so tender in his expression that Eddie feels his breath stutter in his chest. Behind him the heart monitor makes an unhappy wail as his pulse picks up. There’s no mistaking the sound of smothered amusement coming from the corner of the room this time but Eddie can’t take time to glare in its direction because Buck has zeroed in on the traitorous machine hanging above Eddie’s head (like the sword of fucking Damocles).

i'll be there in the summer ('cause you're heart isn't safe)

“What’s going on kid?” He asks, “Are you hurt?”

“No. No I’m ok.” He says, and while Bobby suspects ok might be a stretch, he’s sounding better than he was. “I uh, I need to take tomorrow off, maybe Thursday too. I’m sorry, I know it's late notice, but I–I need–” He trails off again and Bobby shoots his wife a look.

“Where are you Buck?” Bobby asks, “Do I need to come get you?”

“No.” Buck says, “No, I’m at Eddie’s.” And oh. Oh fuck.

“Is Eddie ok?” It's the question he has to ask, but it's the one he absolutely doesn't want to hear the answer to because he already knows–

“Uh. No.” Buck’s voice is thick and Bobby is shoving his feet into shoes before he even has time to think.

Dreamin' of the West Coast

On stage Evan Buckley exudes a sexy ‘boy next door’ sort of charm, playing into it by making his bandmates laugh in the middle of musical breaks (much to the fond exasperation of Hen, who is most often with in line of sight whenever the camera is trained on him), and his easy banter with the audience that always somehow seems smooth as glass and totally natural at the same time. Eddie had watched a handful of interviews early this morning when he couldn’t sleep, trying to get a feel for how the band interacted, and even off stage Evan had always seemed to be the social center of the group, his laugh warm and his expression open. And yes, Eddie's noticed the square line of his jaw, the bright blue of his eyes, the distinctive birthmark splashed over one eye. But seeing that on his 13 inch computer screen is a far cry from seeing it in person, and for one horrible second Eddie is sure he’s about to do something stupid like reach out and run his fingers over the arch of Evan’s brow. He could do it. He’d get kicked out of the theater and maybe arrested, but he could do it. It's a little bit like seeing a master painting in person for the first time. Eddie finds himself bowled over by the sheer aesthetics of it all.

crash (into me)

Buck is—fine. He’s rising to his feet, his eyes wide but a slightly hysterical laugh twisting his mouth up at the corners.

“Woah!” He says, grinning as he tries to dust some of the rain water off his turnouts, an unconscious gesture to steady his own nerves. “That was close huh?”

The man behind the wheel is yelling now. Somehow Bobby has materialized beside the driver’s side window and is speaking in a voice so normal Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend what is being said.

One of the most common injuries when a pedestrian is struck by a car is pelvic fractures. Shannon’s had been broken in six places. It would be impossible for a victim with that kind of structural damage to be standing, let alone heaving a bike up off the ground from where it must have toppled. The bike should have absorbed some of the impact, it might have even twisted itself around the body of the person who had been struck. That’s odd. He doesn’t have the stats on that.

disgrace, give me a break (trying to die happy someday)

“Eat that,” Eddie says, settling into the seat just around the corner of the bar. “Then you can go to bed.”

“Probably shouldn’t have had all that coffee.” Buck says, the first bite of soft bread and savory cheese reminding him exactly how long its been since he last ate.

“Please.” scoffs Eddie, “Like I would give you caffeine right now.” Buck eyes the coffee cup with an offended pout.

“I could taste it was off.” he says, and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and pushes away from the counter.

“Sure you did bud.”

i accepted i need you now (i need you now)

“That’s it.” Someone is saying, there are still hands on his back, others on his heaving ribs trying to help him force up all the gunk he’s just swallowed. “Get it all up Eddie, you’re ok.” It's another full minute before he can even think about doing anything but choke, but at last it feels like he’s gotten most of the water out, even if his stomach is churning and his lungs feel like they’re full of glass. The rest of him is going pleasantly numb, which a distant part of him knows is probably not great. He tries to sit back on his heels, wants to reassure the anxious hands still solid on his back that he’s ok, just waterlogged, but he can’t seem to make his body behave. When he tips sideways there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

do you wanna die alone (or watch it all burn down together)

That little speck, the tiny seed of hope and want and Buck…had blossomed. He’s been tending it for a while now, quietly content to run his fingers over the delicate green shoots and pale petals in the still hours of the night. And it had felt like enough, it really had. To know he can love, that he’s still capable of something he’d once thought lost to him, that he is loved, whatever that love might look like, whatever shape it takes. He has loved Buck since he brought Carla into Eddie and Christopher’s lives. He has been in love with Buck since that quiet Tuesday in May when they were decorating the living room for Chris’s birthday party and Buck had glanced up at him over a tangle of stars and planets garland and Eddie had felt the entire world shift on its axis.

the subtle grace of gravity (the heavy weight of stone)

The sky is dark now, the dim crimson light of the fully eclipsed moon just a smudge against the sky, too weak to compete with the ever present lights of the city. Eddie shivers despite the warmth of the night air.

Behind him the screen door clicks softly shut.

“Hey.” Buck says, sliding into the space beside him, he smells like the ginger body wash he keeps in their shared locker at work. Eddie wants to turn to him, wants to see his face, to kiss the soft skin of his cheek, but he can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the place where the last sliver of golden light has winked out. Not forever, he tries to remind himself, not for good. He feels heavy and afraid.

These are laughably not one line. I'll tag @onward--upward, @ajunerose, @confetti-cupcake, @messyhairdiaz, @gaydisasterdiaz, and @djdangerlove. Forgive me if you've already done this, I'm so behind on my dash!

#megs writes #one line any fic #911 fic #sorry this got so loooooong #this was really fun to do though #i don't usually go back through my work like this

[chocomony]

Hey!!

What are your thoughts on each of the Nicktoons Unite games?

Hello there! I must mention that I have only played the 2 ½ games of the series, but I have seen a playthrough of the other 2 so I can comment a bit on those as well.

Anyway, here are my thoughts….

Nicktoons Unite

Man, the nostalgia is real when I see this game. This game was my introduction to the crossovers trope that I still love to this day. I remember being so hyped up for this game as a kid and to this day I’m glad this game came to be. This said… this is not a good game. I mean I still appreciate it, but I cannot for the life of me watch a full playthrough without getting bored. Also, the sound mixing and music gives me an uncanny feeling. This is such a weird game.

Rating: 3/5 ghost rats. That was an ok first crossover attempt.  

Battle for volcano island

My favorite one from the three and the one I played the most. I remember having the most fun with this game just walking around the hub world and watching all the concept art for the game. The story, wise I think has the best character interactions, I just wished the game had a better cast of characters (and poor Timmy, even Jimmy who wasn’t a playable character has a bigger story role than him). The aesthetic of this game is also pretty nice.

Rating 7/10 crabs. If my game still worked, I would probably play it once in a while.

Attack of the Toybots

 I have never played the console version of the game, but I have played the DS version (my boy Tigre was there!). I didn’t hate it but it left a lot to be desired. As for the console version from what I have seem it looks pretty cool, and in general, it feels like a more refined version of Volcano Island. I can see why a lot of people like it!

Also, I believe there is another Nicktoons fan comic based on this game. Which is nice.

Rating 6/8.3 toyboys. For the console version, the DS version is not as great.

Globs of doom

This game is weird… In concept, the idea of heroes and villains working together is a good one. But most of the villain selections aren’t great and the execution is…. Meh… The gameplay didn’t look particularly good either.

Lastly, the way they marketed the game as a “Spongebob Squarepants” game makes me think they didn’t really care about this one and just wanted a quick and easy buck out of this game.

Rating: 3.1416/6. Just meh.

#q&a #all my posts

[goldenfeathxrs]

Double or Nothing liveblog quarantine!! (yes im v late work killed me)

ohhhh mjf is here!! first thing too but tbf i didn’t check if he was doing the first match (not counting the buy-in)

oh i like mjf’s new trunks

that powerbomb tease!!! the hurricana was so graceful

is he injury feinting now......if he hydrated better alkjsdksjd

will we hit 10 powerbombs

LMAO he had 2 be stretchered out

NOOO the bucks’ facial hair........

oof matt hardy did not fall on matt jackson....

oohh that kick by nick in the corner was so nice

anna jay ur makeup!!! the blue eyeshadow i am in love

also is she a magician?? i like it it’s pretty

hiiiii stat!!!!

omg when everyone is trashtalking in the ring u can see kris do a little snarl in the back im deceased

love malakai black’s antlers. tbh i just adore antlers in general

omg a baby!!!! he’s so cute

fenix’s forehead kiss ah

why is pac masked

also i straight up do not know why they dislike each other but i like the aesthetics of both factions

pac looks so small next to everyone in HoB

:O julia???? uh oh pac got eye-poisoned does this mean he’ll join HoB in another....6 months

evil julia lfg though i am a supported of heel turns

adam cole won..........ok :| i like him but it is so boring that he won. like what was the point

ruby’s colour scheme!! green makeup pretty

britt win :|

britt adam matching colours...i can respect it but i do not respect their win

kazarian is such a star wars name but i do not care abt this storyline and it’s 1:49 am. skip

oh kyle won! surprising i saw a lot of people had darby winning for predictions. canada represent ig i have no strong feelings abt this

omg everyone in jas has matching outfits aklsjdksdjajlkdj

bryan what are u wearing. oh he didn’t tie up his hair. nice

ok....so much is happening rn.

IS THAT MUSTARD?????????????

danielson really said i will beat up one (1) guy

this is v chaos.....

oh mox not the cooler.......

oh i see now why they were wearing white bc for the blood

mox what are u doing king

eddie ketchup and mustard fit except the ketchup has a special ingredient

a LADDER? but...why

fire extinguisher....ok

(sidenote i think this is the first no weapons barred match i’ve watched so maybe all of this is just normal lol) 

uh oh eddie w the gasoline........... (i wonder if it’s actually gasoline? i’d imagine u could smell if it was by ringside)

danielson: u ruined my hair. death

mox get ur gfs!!! oh nvm chair 2 the back will do it

YEAH DANIELSON KICK HIS HEAD IN oh nvm

oh shit. jas win

eddie is going to be pissed and i for one cannot wait to see the fallout

ok going to watch the tag team intros but not the match bc im Tired

why r jungle boy’s trunks green. bad 

oh jungle boy/luchasaurus retained. boring and why. christian heel turn averted i guess

champ match time i will reheat my hot chocolate 

had no expectations re: the outcome before the match (i did get spoiled by instagram abt who won) but i am hoping it’s a heel punk champ

ooh are they both wearing black and gold gear

i am not immune to cm punk’s hair falling into his eyes

sorry hangman’s chops still look way more intense

who’s yelling “hangman u suck”. i’ll kill u

hangman moonsault? oh nvm

17 min left in the match but no blood yet

wow i am surprised there is no blood

hangman. punk is baiting u babe

ahhhhhh cm punk is tearing up i can’t

i dont know wtf happened with hangman but it’s like 3 am and i have a lab and work tomorrow dakjdkjalsd

#aew lb #don lb #sf

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

On Today's Episode Of "I Didn't Expect THAT Today": It's an Unexpected Bathroom Makeover!

So onto today's shenanigans (This'll be a long one, so read at your own discretion):

I get up at 11:50. Take out my dog. Feed him. And do a chapter, as all fanfiction authors with insane update schedules are wont to do on a Sunday afternoon.

With the day's work done, I decide to go out to the living room and read a book. Seems like a good way to relax on a Sunday.

Oh wait, Mom is there. And apparently we are going shopping.

This was not what I expected today but I'm definitely not mad about it.

I go into my room and hurry to get dressed...

... And smack the back of my head on the closet door frame.

Ouch.

When my head feels better, we get in the car and go.

I have recently been given permission to decorate the hall bathroom and boy am I ready!

Stop one: Bed Bath and Beyond.

I love the idea of apothecary jars but I'm only justifying one for my cotton squares since that's what I really use the most of, even if they are ten bucks.

Mom points out several baskets to me to use for towels, but they do not satisfy my deep need for everything to go by my aesthetic.

This is the first chance I have had my entire life to do a bathroom in a way I find suitable and I can compromise on a lot but not on color scheme.

No Mom, Grey woven baskets will not satisfy me.

But they had the woodwick candle I was looking for for the corner of the bathtub!

And a plush pink rug!

Not to mention a marble colored soap dispenser.

This is going well.

I would absolutely blow $250.00 on a bluetooth shower head if it meant I could have my tunes there with me but today is not that day.

But this little clear organizer will make me very happy.

Onto Stop 2: Marshall's.

I came for the collagen face masks but almost stayed for the soaps. In the end, though, it was the masks that I went home with, and nothing more.

Onto Stop 3: Ross.

There is a pink shower liner! This will tide me over until I can get the curtain I want from Amazon!

But wait! There is also a pink hamper! Finally, something to replace the busted grey woven one in the bathroom.

And a pink marble and gold mini trash can??? Give it to me!

This is so exciting.

But then... The idea strikes.

WHAT IF THEY HAVE THE WALL ART OF MY DREAMS?

I waste no time and run madly toward the art section.

Mom is looking at me like I'm nuts, but it's fine.

I find a Louis Vuitton black drip print canvas.

Pretty but not what I'm looking for.

And then.

I see it.

Fashion books. And a bottle of champagne in the glass.

All for $13.99. and under.

I take two and run.

I tell Mom I'm done before I spend any more money, and haul the art, the hamper, the face masks, and everything else to the car.

I need a break after that so I sit in the car after that.

Except.

This is an Arizona afternoon in January.

And my mom did not roll down the windows.

And she has the keys and is going to Costco.

I am going to fry.

I keep the door open with my foot as much as I can but the parking lot is packed.

I consider running into Ulta for cool air but the sun has baked me into oblivion by this point and I smell like an ogre.

No offense Shrek.

So I stay and wait.

Several tik toks later, mom comes back and so does salvation in the form of Air conditioning.

HALLELUJAH.

Starbucks is needed to recharge after such an adventure.

One toasted vanilla oat milk shaken espresso later, I am much better.

After everything is inside and I have eaten food, the real work begins.

I must redecorate the bathroom.

Now this bathroom has been my dad and uncle's for years, but my uncle passed ten days ago and my dad said I could have it.

And sadly for me, on top of that, cleaning was not heavy on their agenda.

So, armed with disinfecting wipes, glass cleaner, spray cleaner, and bathtub cleaner, I march in.

But first I take pictures.

You know, for the before and after shots.

After cleaning off the counter of my dad's stuff, I wipe everything down.

Get the mirror looking sparkly.

And move my mini fridge full of Korean skincare products into the bathroom where they rightfully belong.

I am so proud :,)

The cotton squares are in the jar and please me aesthetically.

Some of the pieces already in the bathroom get to stay because they're pretty.

(And some of them I have to keep in there because my dad wants them there).

My dad keeps making suggestions and plugging/unplugging in my fridge trying to get the plug to stay up in the socket.

It takes a while but he manages it.

And then rearranges his stuff for ten minutes.

Okay then.

Back to cleaning.

I funnel the soap into the dispenser after finding a spare soap bottle of a scent I like in the kitchen.

But now I must fold all of the towels, wash cloths, swim towels, and hand towels in the four-tiered shelf in the bathroom.

Joy.

When they are all done and rearranged into baskets, I take down the decorative towels that could never be used and replace them with ones that can be used.

Because while I do love things to be pretty, I want them to be functional too.

Mom agrees to take those for her towels, and also to take one of the pictures in the bathroom so I have the space I need for my art.

One problem down.

But the daunting task of cleaning the tub is there, mocking me at every turn.

I decide to get it over with.

There is so much dirt on the bottom of the tub, in the corners of it, under the bath mat.

To the point where it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years.

This is a job for scrubbing bubbles and a little time.

Which means it's time to take my dog out and have a smoke break.

One cigarette later, I borrow a huge sponge from my mom's room and set to work.

The walls and corners clean easy enough, thank god.

But the bottom of the tub is disgustingly stubborn.

With a lot of elbow grease, I get most of the stains out.

But some things never fade.

I must accept the things I cannot change.

So I take a deep breath, take down the current shower curtain, and put in the new liner.

Then, we rinse.

After that, I toss out the empty bottles on the shower caddy.

There are literally so many.

At least Seven.

The half empty ones are shoved under the sink to never see the light of day.

I fill up the shower caddy with my stuff. Only to take it out when my dad wants to move it to the other corner for me.

It's on a huge pole so I can't exactly move it myself without some help.

When that's done, I refill it.

Now only two things remain.

The art, and the last finishing touches.

One of the art pieces goes up on the same hook a mirror is on and fits perfectly.

Yay!

The other needs to be hung up over the towel rack.

Dad to the rescue.

With a step stool, hammer, and a nail, the last piece is put up.

And now the rest is up to me.

I clear out the old hamper and set the old trash on the toilet.

Then, I sweep.

With everything cleaned up, I put in the new hamper, the new trash to go with the old one (One is covered, one is not), and marvel at the transformation.

It took three and a half hours, but I am far from disappointed in how the bathroom turned out.

In fact, I am very proud.

There are a few things left to add (New baskets, the actual shower curtain, a neon sign I've had my eye on for a while, and some cute flameless candles), but it's nothing that can't wait.

I have blown through so many spoons to do this, but I regret nothing.

And of course there are before and after pics included.

Because this was a very joyous journey indeed.

#mun post #shenanigans #Today in my life #Bathroom #decorating #3.5 hours of my life are gone to this #but I regret nothing

[thuganomxcs]

I still have to flush this out but have a Yusuke into genshin impact AU.

#❛ aesthetics ━━ when i get buck boy better buck up. #genshin impact

[scarlxtleaves]

Tag dump #2

#❛ INOSUKE ANSWERS ━ when i get buck boy better buck up. #❛ INOSUKE IN CHARACTER ━ when i rush make your but pucker the fuck up. #❛ INOSUKE AESTHETICS ━ beat me bitch? i don't even stretch that far.

[thewritetofreespeech]

**in honor of the latest episode on DevilTube, please enjoy this other fun adventure I wrote of Levi cosplay :3**

Words: 1000+

Rating: M

tags: cosplay, sissy boy aesthetic, oral, handjobs, mild mentions of anal fingering, female reader, heterosexual frottage

“Ahhh…what a relaxing evening.” You sigh happily as you sit in Levi’s gamin chair, reading one of his prized limited edition mangas. “This couldn’t be better. Except…hmm….I’m thirsty. Oh maid!” You crow happily and upon command a much less happy demon appeared with a tray.

“This is humiliating [Y/N]!”

“You’re the one that made the bet Levi.” To make your weekly gaming session more interesting, Levi had decided to place stakes on the game to see who would come out on top. You blame that new gambling anime he was watching. In any event, the bet was that whoever lost had to be the winner’s servant, complete with maid uniform. Levi probably never dreamed he’d lose. Or that you would make him wear a maid uniform, instead of a butler’s costume.

“Wario cheats!” He shouted/whined. 

“It isn’t fair! And this isn’t fair! I can’t believe you’re making me wear this dress. It’s not cute at all! We’re ruining the beautiful café maid aesthetic!”

“I don’t know. I think it’s pretty cute.” You notice Levi’s obvious blush before he turned his head away, and you smirk into your tea cup. “Plus, you can’t really say that you hate it that much. Not when you’re like this.” Your foot reached out to graze under Levi’s maid skirt. The short skirt puffing up in the front from more than just the crinoline. “Time out. Are you not wearing any underwear?”

“M-M-My boxers were too long for the skirt!” The Avatar of Envy stuttered. Impossibly red by this point. “I-I-It would have ruined the custom….”

“My boy. Ever the commitment to the cosplay craft.” Levi’s eyes fidget away at the compliment. Never seeming used to them no matter how many you give. His teeth then set into his bottom lip as you continue to brush your foot against his semi-erection. “Wanna give me something other than tea?”

The demon’s mouth guppied open like his beloved fish for a moment before he spoke again. “C-Café maids are only to look. N-Not touch!”

“But we’re not in a café.” You point out. Rather obviously since you were in his room. “And we never really stipulated the circumstances of ‘service’. Don’t act like this isn’t one of your fantasies.”

“N-N-Not this way…” He muttered, barely audible. The new tint pink on his cheeks clear that he had thought about it but you would be the maid. Not him.

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers. You look adorable, we’re both turned on, and you lost the bet. You have to serve me. Come ooonn,” you reach out with your hand this time, taking Levi’s hand and looking up at him from your chair, “don’t you want to make your Hime-Sama happy?”

Levi blinked and went a little ridged in his back at the name.

Every relationship had their titles. ‘Master’, ‘Mistress’, ‘Daddy’, ‘Owner’. Levi had picked the term ‘hime-sama’. Because you were his princess, his queen, and he was your loyal, devoted subject. “Y-Yes, I wanna make my hime-sama happy.” The demon fell to his knees in a well-practiced ‘knightly’ pose. The gesture looking a little ridiculous in his frilly baby blue maid costume. “How may I be of service, hime-sama?”

“Help me get out of these first please.”

You stand up and tap the band of your Ruri-chan sweatpants. His hands came up, shaking a little with excitement, to pull them down. Whimpering a little at the matching merch Ruri-chan panties you were wearing before pulling them down too. “Now, be a good maid and service me.” You tell Levi as you sit back in his chair and drape one leg over the arm of it. The boy practically drooling at the sight of it. “Do a good job and we’ll see about getting you a reward.” Levi moaned as your foot reached out to touch his cock again. Fully erect now.

“Yes hime-sama!” He exclaimed before he dove in.

You moan at the initial contact of his lips against your opening and lean back in his chair. The lumbar support on this thing was great as it allowed you to practically pool into it while his tongue did a fantastic job on your apex. Of those you’ve been in contact with, Levi is the most dedicated in giving pleasure to you. Maybe it’s the game, but he would literally eat your pussy out for hours if you asked him to. Do whatever it takes to have you cumming and cumming until you were completely satisfied. Anything to make his princess happy.

Having a lot of practice, and being so dedicated, Levi had you cumming quickly with just his tongue. The demon making you buck against his face as he moaned into you while he lapped up your juices. “Did I do good, hime-sama?”

“Yes. You did.” You replied, a little orgasm drunk, as you reach out to wipe the dribble of you and spit from his chin. “You definitely deserve a reward.”

“I don’t need a reward.” Levi insisted. “Pleasing my hime-sama is enough of a gift. I’m more than happy to do whatever you want me to do.”

“Well, this is what I want to do.”

Reaching out to him, you lead Levi up so he was straddling your hips in his chair. The technological advancement in gaming able to support you easily, even as Levi blushed at the position. He looked incredibly small and fragile in your lap. Not helped in the least by his adorable satin & bows. You think you’ve developed a kink that will long last. “Good maids deserve a reward.”

The demon in your lap shuttered and braced his hands on the back of his chair, one either side of your head, as you reached under his skirt to stroke his erection. “My, my. You’re so hard maid-chan. Do you get this excited for all your clients?”

“N-N-No…just you…” He speech hindered by his heavy breathing. For once not stammering out of embarrassment. The demon becoming putty literally in your hands as his whole body relaxed while you continue to stroke him. “I don’t get like this for anyone other than my hime-sama.”

“Really? I’m flattered. With how cute you look I’d think you’d drive everyone crazy.” Levi shuttered as your other hand sneaked up the back of his skirt to grope his ass.

“H-Hime-sama…thinks I’m…cute….?”

“Adorable.” You tell him, and he moaned. The bluenette alternating between rocking his hips forward into one hand and back against the other. “Tell me the truth though. Do you really hate this costume that much?”

“N-N-No!” Levi shouted as your hand quickened its pace. Driving him even more crazy and pushing him to the edge. “I..I like it. T…The soft crinoline feels so good against my dick! I can’t help but get excited. I-I feel bad f…for liking it but I can’t stop. T..The fact that hime-sama likes me in it makes me even more excited. I..I wanna cum in my skirt! I want hime-sama to fuck me in this! I-!” His love drunk rambling was cut short as Levi came suddenly all over your hand and his pretty blue skirt.

He slumped down on top of you. Coiling in against you still in the chair as you wipe your hand on his costume. It was ruined anyway. “There now. Isn’t it nice to get rewarded for your hard work sometimes?”

“Yes hime-sama.” Levi replied instantly. Turning his head to ask for a kiss you readily give. “Did I make you happy?”

“Very,” you tell him. To which the demon smiled happily. “But, the bets not over. You’re supposed to be my maid for the next 24 hours. And, since your costume is ruined, let’s see what other fun things we can get you to dress up as to pass the time.”

“H-H-Hime-sama!

#imagine #obey me #scenarios #obey me levi #obey me levi x reader #leviathan #levi #obey me leviathan #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me asmodeus

[forever-rogue]

HI LOVE, PLS FOR THE AUTUMN PROMPTS #12 WITH BUCKY I’M WHEEZING

AN | This is one of my favorite prompts! You know I love Spooky Szn more than anything!

Warnings | mentions of dying (as a joke); reference to ptsd (in passing); use of pet name (bunny)

Prompt Used | “I paid $50.00 for this haunted house. I better die.”

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

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"I can't believe you managed to convince me to do this," Bucky's face was pulled into a dismissal expression as you beamed at him. You tugged on his arm with excitement as the line moved forward, throwing him a smile almost as sweet as the Halloween candy that had been everywhere for the last two months. He looked over at you, and opened his mouth to say something but stopped to lean down to give you a kiss first, "all I'm saying is that for all the hype this place gets it should be good."

"It will be," you insisted excitedly, "and ugh...it's basically a premium haunted house so...its a little bit more than the average haunted house."

"Premium haunted house?" he raised an eyebrow in surprise as you took his hand and laced your fingers together, "what do you mean?"

"Well, ugh, this is supposed to be really creepy and realistic and actually scare you," you explained sweetly, hoping he wouldn't flip out too much when you revealed how much this place was going to cost, "so you know the saying, you get what you pay for…"

"Oh no," he appeared worried for a moment before being unable to conceal the grin on his face, "alright, out with it. What are you hiding, little bunny?"

"Well, this is the hip, cool haunted house and-"

"How much is it?" you gave him a little smile as he just huffed in bemused exasperation.

"Fifty dollars…"

"Fifty dollars-"

"Each."

"Fifty dollars each?!" for a moment his expression grew worried as you just give him a nervous smile, "you know, back when I was young-"

"I know, I know," you pulled him forward with you, "you walked twenty miles to and from school in old shoes, and you worked for a dollar a week. Well times are different and these days we're paying for premium haunted houses. Besides, I asked you on this date, so it's technically my treat. Just relax and have fun!"

"Fine," he agreed, "you're an odd one, little bunny. But I still love you."

"And just how am I odd?"

"Who enjoys paying money to get scared?"

"A lot of people apparently since haunted houses are a huge commodity!" you huffed and lightly stomped your foot as if to prove your point, "I promise it'll be fun! And if for some reason you're still Mr. Grumpy Boots afterwards, we'll do whatever you want."

"Fine," Bucky was never one to turn down a challenge, "for someone that gets frightened by her own shadow, you sure do love Halloween a lot."

"Halloween is everything baby," your eyes practically lit up at the mention of your favorite holiday, "you know it's the best time of year for so many reasons! Foods, the aesthetic, fall - all of it. You can't out argue me on this one!"

"I'm not even going to try and bother," you were nearing the ticket booth and growing more and more excited by the second. Bucky could practically feel your excitement radiating onto him as you clutched his hand tightly, "I'm glad you're happy. That's all that matters."

"I am happy. You make me so happy," you promised and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "I love you, James. Hey - are you okay with this? Like really, if you don't want to, we can figure something else out."

"I'm okay," he promised, offering you a small smile, "really. I love you too. Now, let's go and get scared."

"Yay! Oh Bucky, you're the best! I love you so much," you almost jumped into his arms when he so easily acquiesced to your request. When it came down to it, you knew he would do just anything for you, "if this totally sucks, you know I'll try and make it up to you."

"All I'm saying is that I'm going to pay Fifty-five dollars for this haunted house. I better die," he looked at you with such a straight face, for a moment you couldn't tell if he was joking or serious; but you both quickly burst into laughter, "come on!"

“Alright - but don’t get mad when your wish comes true and you die!”

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“That wasn’t too bad at all,” you shrugged as you walked out of the haunted house, into the now chilly autumn evening. You stopped for a moment to admire the stars before noticing that Bucky was slowly trailing behind you, no longer at your side. You snorted lightly before crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow at him, “what? James...did you…did that actually scare you?”

“What?! No,” he insisted with a dramatic scoff as a grin stretched across your features, “that was child’s play at best. The costumes weren’t even that convincing. But I hope you had fun, baby.”

“I did,” you held out your hands towards him, still not convinced that he was telling the truth, “why don’t we-”

“BOO!” the voice behind Bucky was enough to make him jump out of his skin as he yelped and practically sprinted over to you. You almost doubled over in laughter as Bucky shoved you in front of him as a human shield, “you jumped! Actually jumped!”

“Sam!” Bucky groaned at the sight of his best friend wiping tears of laughter from his eyes as he walked over to you, his girlfriend Leila at his side, and shaking her head at his childishness. You exchanged a look with her and rolled your eyes at your silly boyfriends, “you’re an asshole.”

“Had to capitalize on the moment,” Sam laughed as Bucky sighed, “man, I can’t believe you didn’t realize we were behind you. What happened to the White Panther - too busy being scared?”

“I was...I was not scared!”

“You were too!”

“Boys,” you quickly interrupted the two of them, “why don’t both of you shut up and we can all go out and get dinner? Then the two of you can be idiots and argue and I can actually spend time with someone with a brain.”

“Hey!” they echoed in unison as you linked arms with Leila and the two of you skipped away to your cars. They would catch up soon enough.

“Love you!”

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⊹ lava cake ⊹ birthday sex | myg

✜ pairing: yoongi x reader; yoongi x fem!reader; dom!yoongi x brat!reader ✜ word count: 3.4K ✜ summary: your friend dragged you to this huge house birthday party for some guy you don’t even know, and she disappears with her boyfriend, leaving you alone in the crowd. while trying to find her, you lock eyes with a handsome stranger across the room who looks like he could use some company. ✜ warnings: 18+ only, light slapping, casual sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sex w/ a stranger, unprotected sex (pls be safe y’all), rough dom, slight public sex?? (idk y’all are behind closed doors but at a party so?????), oral (f), slight degradation. ✜ a/n: hiya! bringing this gem back a day late for the best boy's birthday! wrote this for his birthday a year ago, and one day it will get the sequel it deserves. yoongi w mint hair is my inspiration for my name, so this holds a special place in my heart.

i really hope you like it! thanks, luvs, enjoy!

<3 minty ✧

The crunch of ice in your mouth from your now empty drink is a welcome distraction from the overall din of the loud party guests and even louder music. You scan the large open living room of the house again for your friend and her boyfriend, but they’re nowhere to be found. “Wait right here, we’ll be back in a minute” Micha had said as Taehyung took her over to another part of the house, presumably to meet with another friend of his. That was half an hour ago. You impatiently begin searching the room once more for any sign of Micha’s bright pink hair, furrowing your brows in frustration as you come up with nothing.

As your eyes are rapidly moving from face to face, your search is halted by a minty haired man who is staring directly at you from the other side of the room.

He’s nestled in by the foot of the staircase, back leaning against the railing, red solo cup in his hand. The ends of his hair caress his tiny ears, which are decorated with long and dangly silver earrings, alive in the colored lights of the party. By the time you’ve assessed the man in full and return to his eyes, his eyes are still locked on yours. Unwavering, like a challenge.

You hold his gaze almost threateningly, but he doesn’t flinch away from your heavy eyes. While maintaining eye contact, he gently sips out of the red solo cup before brazenly eyeing you up and down and raising one of his brows in response. After he finishes his sip, he again makes deliberate eye contact with you and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, collecting the drops of drink that was left there.

Your friend is nowhere to be found, so you might as well go and make a new one.

You break away from his lingering stare to fill your cup, and then you make your way through the crowd to the challenger on the other side of the room. You expect him to be looking at you when you return into his line of sight, but are shocked to discover the opposite.

Where his gaze was full of intention, it is now lackluster. Where it had been on you, it now seems to be looking at nothing at all. The empty space in the middle of the room. You walk up and say the only thing you can think of that will get a conversation going.

“Lame party, huh?” you say, taking a sip of your drink and leaning into his direction.

“Yeah,” he says, still looking out into the distance, “I’m not really enjoying it either.”

“I don’t really know anyone here. I’ll be honest with you; I don’t even know the birthday boy. My friend’s boyfriend is a friend of his or something and she dragged me along so she ‘wouldn’t have to go alone’ or whatever.”

“Why aren’t you with her, then? You’d probably be having more fun.” he says as he finishes another sip.

“If she hadn’t disappeared on me an hour ago, I would be! This place is huge and I don’t want to go wandering around some strange man’s house. You’d think with all the money he has he’d at least be able to have better taste,” you say as you point to a bookshelf by the fireplace. “I mean look at that lava lamp! The 80’s called and want their aesthetic back, right?”

The man next to you just shrugs, “I don’t know. Some people like them I guess.”

You move your pointer finger to another corner of the room next to the bar. “That piano too? It looks so beat up! It doesn’t make sense with the rest of the decor at all. I wonder if this guy is alright. His head can’t be right.” you say and the man next to you snickers a little. You turn to him and meet his gaze again. It’s playful and a little dark; it makes you want to continue. “He could literally just buy a much better looking piano.”

His expression darkens further to a playfully scrutinizing one. “You’re awfully bold, insulting the host while you’re still at his party. If I were you, I’d watch that pretty little mouth before it gets you into trouble.”

This is going to be good.

“Oh yeah? And what if I don’t?” you fire back, staring up at him through your lashes. “Doesn’t seem like anyone is trying to stop me.”

He lets out a drawn out sigh and scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, you’re right. And what a shame that is. I’ve got about a million ideas about what you could be doing instead of running that mouth. More… productive things.”

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Who says I’d actually take you up on your little ideas, hmm?” you tease.

His eyes darken further, and you know you’ve got him.

“Well, it would be your loss,” he says.

You dramatically roll your eyes for maximum sass, “Yeah right, I’m sure.”

“Is that a challenge, little miss?” he asks, his gaze narrowing and his body closing in on you, trapping you against the railing of the staircase. You begin to feel like prey, a sensation that only dampens your panties further. At this close distance, you can just begin to smell his aftershave. His free hand brushes up your exposed thigh and starts to slowly ascend up past the hem of your short skirt. Your heart begins to pound and your legs start to tingle as you hesitantly meet his gaze again. He leans in closer.

“Aww, cat got your tongue?” he sings in your ear, making you bite your lip. You can feel the heat flushing your cheeks. He can likely feel the warmth that is spreading to other places, because his hand stops just outside of the cloth of your underwear.

“Mmm, let’s see if you can stay this quiet when my tongue is in your slit. Now, be a good girl and follow me.” he says, suddenly backing off and walking up the stairs. You wince slightly at the lack of warmth, but don’t hesitate to grab his hand as he leads you up.

He brings you to a set of double doors to the immediate right of the top of the stairs. The light is already on and you can see that the ensuite bathroom’s lights are on as well. He turns back to shut both of the doors and you hear the faint click of the lock.

“Is this the master?” you ask, taking in the details of the room. “I don’t think the birthday boy will want people fucking in his bedroom.”

He’s back on you in an instant, arm around your waist, pulling you up against his chest. “I guess you had better keep quiet then.”

Your lips are suddenly being pressed against his. He immediately deepens the kiss, receiving your tongue into his mouth with sloppy enthusiasm. He starts backing you up towards the side of the bed. Once you get there, you’re shoved down onto the mattress, bouncing slightly as you recover from his kiss. You watch dumbly as he deftly strips off his leather jacket and yanks off his plain t-shirt. Once his stomach is exposed, you find your mouth open and watering at the sight of the little happy trail under his abdominal muscles. You don’t have time to process any of it though, because in another instant he’s on top of you, straddling your hips.

He hooks his thumb into your gawking mouth, holding it open and says, “I’m going to rip you to shreds, little girl. If it becomes too much, say genius. Do you understand me?”

You nod sheepishly and swallow hard.

“Let’s hear you say it then.” he demands, removing his thumb from your mouth.

“Genius?” you say in almost a whisper and he begins to grin.

“Good girl. Remember, stay quiet. We wouldn’t want to disturb the party,” he says, removing his weight from on top of you while shifting you up the bed so that he can situate your hips under his face. He doesn’t bother taking off your skirt; he just forces the fabric up, exposing your already soaked panties.

“All this for me? I haven’t even touched you yet,” he teases.

You huff in frustration. “Yeah, you should probably get to that already.”

He responds with a smart little smack on your still covered clit. You clench and moan at the sensation, looking down at him with your best puppy dog eyes. He is unimpressed.

“What did I say about watching your mouth, brat?” he says as he hovers right over your heat, just close enough that you can feel his breath when he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” you groan out as your legs begin wiggling in hopes of getting his lips to make contact.

“That’s better,” he says, teasing your entrance outside of your panties with his thumb, sending sparks up your spine. “I just don’t know if you want it badly enough, princess.”

“Ugh,” you scoff, “I don’t know what else I can do! Pleeeeease?”

“Please, what?” he asks with a smirk, sending you a look that is filled with fire. “What is it that you want me to do?”

“Please taste me,” you beg with fistfulls of the comforter, and in that instant, he rips off your panties and is busy sucking on your clit. You let out a silent scream at the new sensation, hands pulling even harder on the blanket. He licks down your slit and then into it, sending another wave of pleasure through you. You’re already so wound up that you’re close to the brink, almost teetering over the edge when you grab his hair and start to buck your hips into his mouth, chasing your release.

He pulls away, much to your distaste, earning a whimper from you.

“Whyyyyy did you stooooppppp?” you whine, and he shoots you another dark look right before he slaps your clit again, this time much harder. You let out a yipe as you involuntarily clench around nothing. “I was about to come…” you say in the most adorable voice you can muster, poking out your bottom lip for full effect.

“Who says you get to come?” the man replies, your slick coating his lips. He plunges two fingers into you and starts a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Please, move faster, I–” your voice is cut off when he starts flicking his tongue on your clit, bringing you dangerously close. You know better than to tell on yourself, and you clench in anticipation of your orgasm… but he quickly stops everything and leaves you to come back down slowly, agonizingly.

You’re desperate and dizzy with desire, on the verge of tears with how badly you want to come. He’s kissing your inner thighs, leaving little marks here and there where he sucks and bites. It’s like he’s comforting you through the torture, by somehow making it worse.

“Ple– Please just let me come. I’ve tried to be good,” you plead, consumed with want.

He stops his little kisses and looks up at you. He says, “One more, you can do one more. I know you can. Then I’ll give you what you want. I think you might have learned your lesson.”

He takes the fingers that were just inside of you and puts them in his mouth, drinking up every bit of your wetness that he can. There’s no resistance when he reinserts them. He sets a menacing pace, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot, his lips fixed on your clit and his clouded gaze fixed on you. Before long, your release starts to build again, and you try to hold it back as best as you can. He comes off your clit with a wet popping sound and says, “Not yet. Don’t you dare come,” his fingers still pushing you ever closer.

His gravelly command makes you clench and that does it. You’re rocketing through your high and he fingerfucks you all the way through it. He pulls his fingers out and gets off the bed, leaving you to come down from your climax with closed eyes and labored breath.

Before you’ve fully recovered, you’re suddenly being hoisted up. He’s got your back up against the headboard, that much you can tell. When you open your eyes, you can’t believe what’s in front of you.

The mint haired man’s lips are mere inches away from yours, and he has pinned your arms down at your sides. You’re straddling his lap, which is now only covered by a pair of black boxer briefs that aren’t doing much to hide his erection. The outline of his dick with it’s tiny wet spot at the head makes you swallow, hard.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I told you not to come, princess,” he teases. “It seems you need a different approach to learning your lesson. Since you wanted to come so bad, you’re not leaving this room until you’ve done it three more times.”

Your mouth hangs open; your eyebrows shoot up. You don’t even know if that’ll be possible.

“But this time,” he says lowly in your ear, “you’re going to come on my cock.”

He takes your hands and puts them on his waistband, indicating for you to remove them. As you do and his cock springs free, you can’t help but to lick your lips at how utterly delicious it looks. If he didn’t have other plans, you would have gladly taken it in your mouth that instant.

He takes his member in his own hand and teases your entrance with the head, mixing his precum with your leftover wetness from before. Just that touch has you ready to go again. You take matters into your own hands, literally, by taking his shaft and lining him up with you. As you sink down onto his cock, his breath hitches and you’re glad that you’re not the only one who is being tortured tonight.

His hands are tight on your hips, your skirt having rode all the way up a long time ago. His eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, and before he allows you to start, you see his eyes dart to your cleavage and back up.

“Take off your shirt for me,” he says.

“Why should I?” you snark back.

He quickly pulls out and thrusts all the way up into you, filling you completely up, sending a cry past your lips that was likely too loud. You’re suddenly more keenly aware of the ongoing party right outside those doors. You comply with his request, and he seems pleased that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your blouse.

“Number one,” he says and unleashes a cruel pace. The lewd sounds of your bodies slapping together only heighten your arousal, and you’re not surprised when you get close to your next orgasm. Sensing this, he grabs your jaw in his hand and directs your gaze to meet his.

“I’m– I’m gonna–”

“Come for me, brat.”

Your second one of the evening shoots fireworks all throughout your body and you clench all over, relishing in being able to fully ride it out. You can’t hold all of your noise in this time, but neither of you seem to mind. As you come down from this one, you notice that he hasn’t slowed his pace at all. What was once the most pleasurable thing has now crossed over into being a little too much, but in a good way. Your sensitivity was almost painful, but this new sensation had enraptured you. You were ready to try for another.

There’s a banging at the door, and you both freeze. A voice comes through the other side.

“Yoongi, was that you in there? We’re about to light your cake. Come out so we can sing to you!” the voice says over the din.

“Give me 5 more minutes, Namjoon-ah! I’m in the middle of something,” the man, apparently named Yoongi, apparently the birthday boy, apparently the one who you’ve been insulting all night, yells back.

You stare up at him in shock, and try to figure out what to say to apologize. He wants none of it, because he covers your mouth with his hand and flips you down onto the mattress. He resumes his unrelenting pace this time with more force behind his thrusts, all while his hand is fast against your mouth.

“That lava lamp,” Yoongi said, “that was the first thing my mother bought when she got her first apartment. She passed it down to me when I got mine.”

You’re moaning against his hand, the embarrassment you feel fueling your arousal even more. He really was out to punish you.

“Number two.”

He grabs your hip with his free hand and digs his fingers into you so firmly, you’ll know there will be bruises there the next day. Yoongi is glistening with sweat, his eyes staring straight through you. All it takes to send you over the edge again is for a smart nip on your nipple.

You scream out into his hand, thankful you can at least be a little more vocal. He still has kept up his pace, and as you come down, it starts to become too much. You’re so wet and sensitive that it’s borderline unbearable. You start to tear up at the feeling, and he removes his hand from your mouth. Without stopping, he leans into your ear and tells you how beautiful you look taking his cock. He tells you how good you’ve been for him, and how he loves the way you taste. He tells you about how he knew he had to have you when he saw you across the room, looking like sin in that short skirt and revealing top. He says he knows you can take one more, because after all, it’s his birthday.

“This time, I want to hear you say my name,” Yoongi says sweetly before taking his thumb and pressing it against your overly sensitive bud. You cry out and then stop yourself, afraid of who can hear.

“Don’t hold back on me; be as loud as you need to,” he says, “this is my fucking house.”

You begin to let yourself whine out, the overstimulation reaching a breaking point. Your mascara is definitely a mess, but the way he was looking at you made you not care.

“Number three. Last one. You can do it.”

He increases the pressure on your clit and deepens his thrusts. He takes his hand from your hip and traces your bottom lip with the thumb before he plants a kiss. The kiss deepens and you allow him to lightly graze his tongue over yours, which he follows up with a little bite on your lower lip. You’re groaning up into him, feeling your next release sneak up. He locks eyes with you, and you can tell he’s holding himself back from his own release.

“Come, beautiful. So I can fill you up.”

At that, the coil snaps and you’re sent reeling into easily the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. As his name spills from your lips, he too meets his own end and you both ride out your climaxes together.

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After you’ve cleaned yourself up a little in the ensuite, you deem it safe to return back downstairs. It’s been long enough that you’ve just heard them sing, so you’ll likely go unnoticed with all eyes on Yoongi as he blows out his candles. You walk down the stairs towards the crowd of people surrounding the birthday boy and his giant chocolate cake. He’s smiling and hugging some of his friends who are encouraging him to cut it open. Once he does, chocolate sauce oozes out and everyone cheers. It’s a lava cake.

He laughs and hugs one of his tall friends wearing an apron, whose laugh sounds like windshield wipers. Yoongi scans the crowd and meets your gaze. He scoops up a bit of chocolate sauce on the two fingers that had been inside you only moments ago and smirks at you as he licks them clean.

Why do you feel like he isn’t done with you yet?

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