And what if I said that Getou thoroughly enjoys looming over you, pinning you to the futon with heady gazes and crooning words, matching the rhythm with which you circle your fingers over your clit. Hand so big that with every tug of his cock, you can feel his knuckles brush the swell of your belly, he’s that close to you. If you slow down to watch, he’ll slow down to match, twisting his wrist and tutting. Tells you to keep going, show him how much you want it, how much you crave it, how much you hunger for his cock, swinging low and heavy in his fist. He’s so close to you, craning his head down to look at you with heavy eyes, kissing your hairline when you cry out for the heat of his flesh. and what if he just keeps going, keeps tugging on his cock the same way you catch you clit between two fingers, steel hips stopping your legs from closing when you cum. Teases you with feather kisses and more touches of his knuckles on your skin. He’s not cum yet, sticky and red over your belly, watching you squirm and kick out when he refuses to put it in, grinning and groaning and letting you watch him just out of reach. It’s so fun teasing you this way, this specific way, so throughly enjoyable watching you shakily reach down to your weepy cunt and try to match his rhythm, sensitive and teary but mirroring his deep dark hunger.
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anyone else get annoyed when there’s fics focused on ocs in the x reader #s?
like bae it’s not character x oc, it’s character x reader
and it’s not even like once every blue moon i see it i see ocs in the x reader tags all the time
atp it’s frustrating like there’s a tag for you but it’s not this one
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Bro the TMNT fandom can be so freaking tiring sometimes. Like- I love this franchise but some of y’all are just ruining it. And by “some of y’all” I mean the people who are shipping the turtles with each other.
One minute you think someone is nice? And then they ship T*est. Talented and has an amazing artysle? Draws T*est. They’re following you and you want to see what they’re blog is about?
FREAKING. T*EST.
They’re brothers. I’m so tired of the “Don’t like? Don’t read 🥺” bs. OFC NO ONE WILL READ IT- You’re shipping siblings. Get some help, man.
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I really hate pining with all my heart, so here’s an idea: CodyWan who fall in love within the first month of meeting each other and hold hands and give hugs and little nuzzles and everyone else is like ‘yeah. Cody and the General. They sure are friendly…’ but no one says it to them till they overhear it one day and straight up go ‘we got married on month two of dating’ and everyone loses their minds they thought they were in a ‘everyone but them knows they’re married’ AU but they’re actually in a ‘speedrun strangers to old married couple’ AU and they’re so confused.
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Quirkless college AU where Keigo is your annoying teachers assistant for one of your majors classes. He never seems to give you that A you deserve, and is hellbent on going back and forth with you about every little thing. About every little grade, every little answer you submit, every little note he likes to leave on the corners of your papers. He mocks your handwriting with his own chicken scratch, even writes a ‘wtf are you trying to say???? is that supposed to say RHETORIC?????’ on one of your papers.
You wanna complain about him to your professor when it comes to his attitude and nitpicking, but the prof always just tells you to take it up with the TA yourself. And that’s exactly what the golden haired man wants, and it’s so painstakingly obvious with the way he absolutely grins when you drag your feet into his ‘office hours’ (aka him sitting in the library for the same amount of time every week).
“I was wondering when you’d ask me to round your grade up.” Keigo doesn’t even greet you, just leans back in his chair as he folds his arms over his chest. His smile grows even wider when you narrow your eyes and huff at him, snatching the chair out from across him to plop down heavily.
“Give me the grade I deserve, and not the grade that drags me here to be with you.” You’re all snaps and irritation, and Keigo loves it—eats up the way your bottom lip juts and your brows furrow down and, oh, you’re so goddamn cute when you’re annoyed.
“Go on a date with me this weekend, and I’ll change it.” Keigo blurts out with a lilt of his lips, eyes squinting when you reel back with a scoff. You stare at him for a while before answering, and he can’t help but notice how shifty your hands have gotten and how it grows harder to look him in the eye now.
“I feel like that goes against policy.” You mutter, picking at your nails before glaring through your lashes. Keigo cocks his head to the side, smiling.
“Don’t tell me you’re a goody two shoes.” He teases, tilts his head in your direction, watches the gears turning in your head as you narrow your eyes at him.
“Fine. One date, and you give me extra credit on the last paper.” You bargain with him, glaring at his hand when he holds it out for you to shake. You pause before you take it, frowning when Keigo grins wider and leans across the table.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal there, birdie.”
And after that, it becomes routine for you both. Keigo enters the most foul grade he can until you show up at his dorm room furious and seething, all so he can pull you in to his space and kiss your puffy cheeks while you enter your own grade in the system. He’s a bit of a jackass, but you think it’s all worth it, especially when he shows you the expansive winged tattoo on his back and the quickest and most efficient way to do eyeliner. He’s good for something, you guess.
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also why is it always “shower thoughts this” and “shower thoughts that”. give me “thoughts i had putting on makeup”. /j
Polities was there throughout the entire Trojan war, if he has not killed someone (unlikely) then he has at the very least seen the bloodied battlefields.
none of the Ithacans died at Troy, but other soldiers in the collective Greek army did.
Open Arms become more tragic when you think of it from the perspective of a man who has seen a field strewn with the gore of comrade and enemy alike—his own hands are likely stained with blood—and wishes to not witness the cruelty of it again.
or something idk
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there’s just something so gutting about nagi’s complete and utter trust in isagi. “should we not consult barou?” he asks, and all it takes is a single no from isagi and he drops it. he concedes. like he is placing his own life into the hands of just one guy. a guy who stands on the edge of his throne with his eyes wide but never focusing. in the hands of a puzzling king, who offers not an ounce of certainty but an abundance of confidence. and that is enough
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