#poor salsa

[closethedoorandcomehere]

Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Game of Thrones. A Song of Ice and Fire. ASoS Sansa IV (repost)

Close The Door And Come Here - ASoS Sansa IV (repost)

It's time for Joffrey's wedding breakfast, but where are the Bloody Marys and cheesy hashbrowns, George? Who needs fantasy football when you can have fantasy Kingsguards? Did Robert have a subscription to Melees Monthly? Tyrion is...problematic and no matter what tidbits GRRM give us, we're just not here for your Targ BS. 

#jb podcast #asoiaf podcast #jaime x brienne #sansa stark #poor salsa

[nopizzaaftermidnight]

#champ's salsa #lily #sera sophia #champ #tyler #he's so wimpy about it poor tyler #spicy food

[myboyfriendjake]

instructor: welcome to salsa class! are you ready to start dancing? sunoo, trying to hide his bag of chips: so... there's been a misunderstanding

#poor sunoo he just wanted to eat some chips and salsa #enhypen #incorrect enhypen #kim sunoo #sunoo #stan enhypen #engenes

[fieriframes]

[After we reheated the pork, we'll add the pasta and reheat though poor Zora – she lived through footnotes. And that fresh salsa verde, Pecorino di Sardegna.]

#s31e03 coming together in cali #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #fresh salsa verde #poor zora #pork #pasta #footnotes #pecorino #sardegna

[in-abyss]

Yall help me cook dinner. If the answer is it depends, tell me on what in the tags

#im a poor college student #and its 11 pm #and not the first time i ve considered using the salsa in the fridge

[knifegrrrl1312]

yknow those ramen noodles that are like 90 cents or were idk prices keep rising where i live, thye taste sooo good when u make them into soup with eggs and u add like black pepper and its so simple buit it feels like i am in a restaurant

#food #making this post for my fellow poor people who deserve good yummy food with ingredientsd that are more affordable #i also added cumin and chilli flakes and garlic salt and usually i would add salsa but i ran out :(

[fierifiction]

After we reheated the pork, we'll add the pasta and reheat though poor Zora – she lived through footnotes. And that fresh salsa verde, Pecorino di Sardegna. The menu of the restaurant started a few weeks ago and, with that the menu for the next week will change. It looks like the first one was very good. We're going to be using a real one, or they're gonna like us, because they like real ones. We really like real things.

#s31e03 coming together in cali #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #fresh salsa verde #poor zora #pork #pasta #footnotes #pecorino #sardegna

[ceruleancattail]

Short silly Drabble but Biker Deuce.

Him waiting outside your door leaning on his motorbike all cool-like, but fumbling and falling over when he hears the door open. Deuce can’t help it! You appeared so suddenly, that his heart is racing at insane speeds.

Well, now that you’re in front of him, it’s pounding for an entirely different reason. A passionate beat, a rapid salsa dancing against his ribcage. With his cheeks flushed red, Deuce quite literally drags you on his bike, placing his helmet over your head. His gloved hands brush against the curve of your face as Deuce tightens or loosens the buckles, fixing them together with a sharp click.

Hey, he wouldn’t want you to get hurt on his watch. Tapping on the brim of his helmet, you see his lips curl up into a sheepish, boyish smile. You look…. Good, with his helmet.

It fits you.

These words leave his lips in quiet mutters, before Deuce’s eyes widen, and his cheeks flare a scarlet red. He said that out loud, did he? Urm, just forget it all!

He’s going to force himself to face forward after that, reviving up his motorbike. Yet even within all his embarrassment, Deuce still searches for your hands, fastening them around his waist. It’s an… added layer of security, don’t worry about it. Just to make sure you don’t go flying off, a piece of paper in the wind.

As you clutch on his jacket, lean a little closer. Maybe you’ll catch the poor love-sick boy’s whispered words:

“You can hold on a little tighter, actually.

Hold me closer, please.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #deuce #deuce spade #deuce x reader #deuce spade x reader #lucky charm 🔷 #he lets you decorate his helmet #put cat ears on it #ribbons #paint it some sick looking colours #he’s wearing whatever you give him proudly

[sassypossumm]

Art cred: amwp_roy

Just some horny thoughts about dadbod!Miguel for your consideration. (18+ light smuttish fluff)

It had been a tough week for Miguel, just one thing after another. When he finally got in his car on Friday afternoon, he wanted nothing more than a good cuddle with you in bed.

That plan was quickly derailed when he came home to you in the kitchen surrounded by groceries.

"Miggy, you're home!" Smiling brightly, you continue putting groceries away. Miguel couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiasm.

"Amor, que es todo esto?" He runs a hand wearily through his hair, and observes the chaos consuming his kitchen.

"Ugh." Scrunching your nose, you roll your eyes. "I promised to bake for this fundraiser."

"And my kitchen is a martyr to the cause?" His lips twitch, but you don't fail to notice the weariness in his eyes. Putting down a bag of flour, you round the counter and rest your hands on his chest.

"You okay, Migs?" Tilting your face up, you run your hands soothingly up and down his stomach. Shaking his head, Miguel kisses your cheek.

"Just tired, cariño."Sighing heavily, Miguel rested his chin on the crown of your head. "I'm running on 3 hours of sleep."

"Poor baby." You coo, wrapping your arms around him. "You go take a nice hot shower, and take a nap." Miguel's chest rumbles as he kisses the crown of your head. Lumbering off to your bedroom, he leaves you to your unpacking and baking.

Feeling better after his shower, Miguel threw on a pair of sweat pants, and flopped on the bed, and surrendered to sleep out of sheer exhaustion.

Miguel stirred some time later when the scent of baking cookies wafted into the bedroom. Blinking sleepily, Miguel groaned and stretched, feeling a bit better. Straining his ears, Miguel could almost swear he heard salsa music coming from the kitchen.

Whether from hunger, curiosity, or perhaps a bit of both, Miguel found himself lumbering into the kitchen. Instantly he was struck by the sight before him.

You, in one of his old t shirts, wiggling and swaying your hips to the sensual music. Throw in the mouth watering scent of freshly baking snickerdoodles, Miguel was thoroughly aroused by the domestic scene.

Quietly he came up behind you and cupped your hips. Jolting upright, you squeaked.

"Miguel, you scared me." You grumbled, swatting at his hand.

"Lo siento, amor." He murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle your neck. Sighing, you eased back into him as he rubbed your hips soothingly. It didn't take long for his placating movements to turn sensual as he began grinding into your ass in time to the music. "I could get used to waking up to this site." He whispered huskily, nipping at your neck.

"Migs." You groaned, tilting your head to give him more room. Grinning against your skin, Miguel began sucking a path down your neck, guiding your hips back to grind into his.

"You smell so good." He growled, digging his fingers into your hips. You tried to bite back a whimper but not before Miguel had heard it. The next thing you knew, the oven was off and you were being scooped up and carried to the bedroom.

"I thought you were tired."

"I was." He growled, throwing you onto the bed.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #fluff #miguel x reader #dad bod!miguel #dadbod!miguel #miguel o'hara smut

[closethedoorandcomehere]

Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Game of Thrones. A Song of Ice and Fire. ASoS Sansa VI (repost)

Close The Door And Come Here - ASoS Sansa VI (repost)

It's time to get your PEEEETYR on, as Littlefinger moves from his Tiny House in the Fingers to a deluxe apartment in the sky. Will Sansa move from pawn to player? Could GRRM possibly have more SanSan foreshadowing in this chapter?

#jb podcast #asoiaf podcast #jaime x brienne #sansa stark #sansan #poor salsa

[hazbn-oneshots]

Dancing Headcanons

Enjoy!!

Charlie:

Charlie loves to dance, that’s a given. With as strong as a passion that she has for singing, well it’s not really surprising when the two go together like milk and cookies.

Both a fan of freestyle dancing as well as more classical styles, she’ll grab your hand and pull you into a full Ballroom-Style Waltz before moving onto a lively two-step.

Speaking of the waltz, it’s one of her favorite dance styles. It makes her yearn for a day where she could throw a big party and just parade around the room, showing off just what kind of power couple is taking on Hell.

She mainly just likes to show you off, she’s very proud to call you her partner and she’d scream it from the rooftops if she could.Or even twirl you ‘round and ‘round an ornately decorated ballroom.

Until then she’ll settle for twirling you around in the dim light of your bedroom, singing quietly to the old record playing.

Vaggie:

Vaggie doesn’t know how to dance and it takes a lot of convincing and just a little bit of bribing for her to even entertain the idea of letting you show her some moves.

She’s relatively quick on the uptake, however, her background as a fighter serving her well to stay quick on her feet. She definitely takes to the livelier dances, absolutely loves to salsa and as soon as she hears the music she’s immediately tying her hair up.

Vaggie will never admit it to you but she looks forward to these moments with you, showing her whichever new dance you had practicing just to show her.

Lead her through a sultry tango and you’ll have her swooning in no time, although in the classic Vaggie fashion you’ve come to love. With a face brighter than the sun, if you even dare to try going for a kiss she’ll…. Well she may just let you have one ;)

Alastor:

Few may know but in the living world, Alastor lived quite a thriving social life and with that comes a little bit of knowledge when it comes to the dancefloor, be it old fashioned as it may.

He’ll be genuinely delighted if you’ll ask him to dance with you, probably one of the few times you see his forced grin slip into a more relaxed smile.

Alastor forces everyone to vacate the main floor of the hotel, after all, he would have nothing in the way of a perfect evening with his darling.

An evening complete with a custom outfit he’d had ordered for you from his tailor-only the best- and a shiny old phonograph that broadcast music that he was more familiar with himself. 

And with you on that floor, he almost feels like his old self. It’s like the hotel fades away only to be replaced with the backdrop of the old club he’d frequent when he was still human. He’ll fox trot ‘till the morning comes, loves to Charleston, his smile never wavering one bit.

He only begins to slow when he notices you begin to slow, tripping on your feet with a newfound exhaustion. He’ll glide you to a stop, one hand on your lower back and the other holding one of your own.

"We’ll break for now dearest, wouldn’t want to take you out of the race”

You better take a breath and drink of water though because before you know it you’re swept away again

Husk:

He’s more of a watcher, truth be told. With his big ol feet and wings, he knows he’ll end up getting in the way so he prefers to keep his post behind the bar. It doesn’t bother him, not dancing anyway. These stupid little hang outs that Charlie organizes at the hotel bar piss him off beyond belief however.

Things typically go one of two ways. Either every resident of this forsaken hotel will completely disregard the invitation; Which never fails to upset the poor princess and leave her and Vaggie sulking on a couch.

Or, on rare nights such as tonight, a few residents will show up and sometimes it’ll fizzle out not long after everyone gathers. 

Not tonight though.

You see, during your stay at the hotel you and Angel had come to become quite close and as such had decided to take it upon yourselves to liven everyone up a little. You pick the music though, Angel’s taste wasn’t awful but you feared sending Sir Pentious into a fit with the content.

You only try to ask Husk to dance once and his wordless response was but a chuckle.

"I don’t dance kid but, maybe next time” and if you catch the hint of fondness in his eye as he turns to put a glass away, you sure don’t mention it.

Angel Dust:

Sign him the fuck up, he doesn’t care what they put on, when it is, he just wants to grab his love bug and give them a spin.

He’s the type to remember certain reactions you’ll have to specific songs, making sure to add them to a special playlist reserved for you.

He even named it after you, adding little hearts and kissy faces next to your name.

Angel likes to break it put whenever you’re feeling down, even if you’re not fully up to a dance he’ll wrap you up in a gentle sway anyway. 

Due to the height difference he’ll let you stand on his feet while he sways back and forth. Complete with little peck kisses on the head and face as well.

It’s not long before you’ve got your face buried in his chest, wondering what you did to deserve someone like him.

He’s gonna twerk on you at some point those, it’s inevitable. If the two of you are out on the town for a night, you can bet he’ll be dragging you to the liveliest club possible, eager to dance up on his honey

Requests are open!!

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #husk x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #charlie morningstar x reader #vaggie x reader #vaggie headcanons #angel dust headcanons #angel dust x reader #alastor headcanons #husk headcanons

[catbatart]

Some of the honorable mentions include- Zataran's Jambalaya (I still love that shit,) condensed soup, piggies in a blanket/plain hot dogs, and crackers with peanut butter and cream cheese.

I've been thinking a lot about the food I grew up with. I was blind to the fact that my family wasn't in the best situation until I grew up and began talking to friends about this sort of stuff.

NOTE: This is meant to be a fun, silly, reminisce about poor kid food! Not any commentary or jab at anyone's socio-economic status or dietary choices!

#poll #food

[pettydollie]

bakugou with a hispanic gf/wife

a/n: 3 posts in one day?? i’m spoiling y’all :3

would try to learn spanish but poor thing just can’t roll his R’s 😭😭

he loves spicy food so like whenever u guys go over to ur abuela’s or smth for a party or holiday, he’ll cook A BUNCH of food as a way to impress them

ik there’s a lot of hispanics with large families so let’s say you have like 9 tia’s and tio’s like me, u have a lot of cousins. he adores hanging out with them no matter the age and getting info abt u that u probably wouldn’t tell him

INVESTED IN THE DRAMA THATS ALL I HAVE TO SAY

tbh i feel like he would understand español, he just wouldn’t be able to speak it that well ykwim?

LEARNS HOW TO DANCEEE AAAAAA

bachata, salsa, tango, wtv he learns it

he’s too stubborn to quit trying ofc so eventually he doesn’t look like a scared bird and he actually moves his hips and feet to the music :D

he looks hot while doing it too

watches telenovelas with ur tias/titis. need i elaborate? like cmon he loves american reality tv (i am a strong believer of this) so why wouldn’t he like the latin version?

drinks beers/tequila with the old tios and abuelos

watches sports with them too

say something in spanish to him. he won’t get it at first but if you repeat it as time goes by, he will get it. for example, when you first started dating, you whined to him, “cállate la boca, por favor!” while he went on a rant about deku blah blah blah and he was confused. like he knew “por favor” but what was that other thing?

but eventually he got it lmao

“tranquiló y cállate por favor” “ALRIGHT alright i get it.”

ur older cousin would be like “donde esta huevos chico?” and katsuki be like “tsk, shut up i’ll do it”

#hispanic reader #latina reader #hispanic #latin #latina #spanish #y/n #bakugo #bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #mha #bnha #reader x mha #reader x bnha #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

[satoruslvtt]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:･

𖦹 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Satoru Gojo x Reader

𖦹 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵: first person pov || At a house party y/n and Satoru’s ex got into a heated argument that resulted in food getting thrown on you.

𖦹 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After getting into a fight with his ex , Gojo invites you to shower with him as a way to apologize <;3

𖦹 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: nsfw 18+ , shower sex , cursing , hair pulling , virginity loss , missionary , piercings , etc.

𖦹 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.8k

𖦹 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢: this was my first time writing smut so please excuse to grammar mistakes & writing in general ! i hope you enjoyyy ♡

✧˖°.⋆ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 ⋆｡° ✮

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, and I couldn’t help the stinging that formed in my chest.

When she first steps in the shower, I make it my mission not to look at her, trying to keep her “strictly unsexual” rule in mind, but as soon as her skin brushes against mine, I turn around, and I swear it's love at first sight.

Trying to force the blood that rushed straight to my tip back down into its usual stream or, however, the fuck that works. Making it my mission to keep my eyes locked with hers; anything lower and the rule will be out the window.

“No staring; remember the rule. This is innocent and cute like we’re bonding.” she smiles, and I begin to notice a pattern with her. She switches from confident and fierce to timid and bashful as quickly as she talks. And the thought of me causing that reaction makes this much more complicated.

I stand behind her, allowing her to be under the stream of water since I’d just washed off.

“so what's your plan for after our shower? runoff before you’re fully dry or?” I said, and she laughed.

“do you always stay and talk to people you do things with? Did you plan to play 21 questions or something? Just ask me when the next time will be.” she scoffs, lathering herself in my body wash.

A brief laugh falls from my lips. “you say it like I just fuck for sport, plus I'm just trying to know how much time I have with you.”

It takes her a moment to respond. “no, I won’t run off, but only because I’m sure my friends will be occupied for the night, so I don’t know where I’ll sleep.” she shrugs as if that's the reason. I don't know. I think she just wants to stay the night with me ♡︎.

“you know you’re starting to hurt my feelings.”

“hmm, and here I thought that you didn’t have any,” she says, turning around, and my eyes go straight to her perky, very pierced tits.

“damn, they’re pierced.?” I said, earning a laugh, and the sweet sound sent blood right back to my tip.

She glances down, and her eyes quickly find their way back to mine, a smirk gracing my face with an angry blush on hers.

Choosing to put the poor girl out of her misery, I say, “You know it's still salsa in your hair. Here, turn around, and I’ll help you.

She complies as I grab the showerhead and adjust the setting, testing it on myself first.

I begin massaging her scalp, and after a few moments, a very faint but audible moan falls from her beautiful lips. Slowly but surely, it was like the distance between us was closing—the stream of water and about an inch of distance being the only thing keeping our skin separated.

“how do you expect me to follow your little rule when you make noises like that?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out.

“you know that confidence of yours comes and goes; let’s try and make it stay this time, yeah ?”

“It's always there; it's just exclusive, you know?” she giggles.

“exclusive to whom?”

“I don’t know, but lately, it's been you.”

“ is that right?” I said, earning a soft hum in response.

We sit in comfortable silence as I continue working the shampoo into her hair. I place the shower head in her hand and run my fingers through her hair, pulling it in the process, earning an unexpected and involuntarily groan from her lips.

I lean down and whisper against her blush-tinted ear, “Make a sound like that again, and any control I had throughout our little unsexual experience will be gone. “

I watch as her shoulders begin to rise and fall taller than before.

“Why so tense? A fair warning is a fair warning,” I add, leaning my back against the cold wall.

She turned around and looked up at me with a heated glint. “control ?“ she laughed . “ you have none; you’ve been like that this whole time.”

“And here I thought you were a prude who didn’t even notice.”

“And here I thought you were a horny teenage boy who just discovered what a dick was and how it works.”

“I don’t think I remember how it works; you could show me, though,” I said, gripping my cock, running a shaky hand over it, taking clear notice of her poor attempt at concealing her squirming.

“See, control is something you clearly lack,” she says, putting her hands on her hips.

“And what you lack in one place, you pack in another, as you can see.” I smile.

She shakes her head and laughs. “And what makes you think that’s enough? Enough to get someone off, I mean.”

I laugh at the statement, enjoying that she’s slowly starting to loosen up.

“It's never been much of a problem before, and I think you knew that, but if you don’t believe me, you could always find out.”

“and how would you suggest I go about finding out?” she asks, that mischievous look returning.

“ask around about me.” I shrug, my cheeks growing painfully from smiling ear to ear.

“ah, you’re right. I’ll just go downstairs and ask Meimei. I’m guessing that’s the dick she was trying to beat my ass over ?” she says, moving to leave the shower.

Her hand reaches the handle, and rather than letting her go like I stubbornly planned, I instinctively lean forward and grab her arm.

Spinning to face me with her back now pressed against the glass, I watch as she looks up and glares at me.

“I don’t usually like repeating myself, but since reassurance seems to be something you often need, I’ll repeat myself for as long as you need me to. That's not my girlfriend, and she definitely doesn't own my dick or whatever the fuck you were hinting at.”

“it didn’t seem like that to me; she’d been saying shit all night, and honestly, Gojo, I don't care what we did last time. I’m not even interested in you or what you and that bitch have going on,” she says matter-of-factly.

Racking my hand through my hair, a groan of pure frustration leaves my lips . “what do you want me to do then? How do I get you to stop pretending this is one-sided?”

“it is one-sided; I’m no longer interested. We both just happened to need a shower, and it was purely unsexual like I initially said. “ she said, attempting to push me back so she could run again.

I watch as the goosebumps erupt across her skin, feeling as they begin to grow throughout mine. “I can see right through you. You want me just as bad as I want you, and you know it.”

I watched as her demeanor changed; behind that thick layer of self-control and pride, I could see the pure lust and desire begin to seep through the cracks.

“I don’t.”

“you do .”

I watch the mental battle she is in play out before my eyes, and it's indeed the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

“even if you choose to run away again right after, I can show you why this little barrier you keep putting up won't stand a chance between us. “

“bold of you to start a game that you don't even know you’ll win,” she says, stepping closer, leaving the tiniest bit of space between us.

Knowing that I have two ways to go about this leaves me at a standstill. Although I love her competitiveness, and like mine, it seems that her ego is through the roof, in situations like these, my control is unmatched. The game of who can hold out the longest has never been much of a challenge to me; the most significant challenge at hand is her.

Confident that if she wants me, she’ll show me, I give her one last chance.

Leaning forward, I move her wet hair from her shoulder, lightly tracing her jawline with my nose as I whisper, “How about we go ahead and start playing so we’ll see who wins.”

As I pull away, she turns in my direction, focusing her gaze on my lips, and says, “Okay, let's play.”

And that was all I needed, wasting no time in gripping her neck, pulling her body against me, taking her lips into mine.

✧˖°.⋆ 𝐲/𝐧’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 ⋆｡° ✮

The second his lips connect with mine, it feels like I've melted into a puddle of flesh and bones. I can't keep up with where his hands move, but the second they palm my ass, the harsh grip causes me to moan into his mouth.

He’s touching everywhere except for the two places I need stimulation the most. While I plan to scold myself for acting on a clouded mind later, I can’t help but think about what will happen after everything is done and I have to face him. Inexperience is my worst enemy; will he want me to talk about it? What if it's bad? Will he still be cordial to me afterward? what if -

“tcht, stop overthinking while my tongue is down your throat. Clearly, I'm going too easy on you; hand me the showerhead.”

Doing as he says, I pick up the discarded shower head, only now realizing I’d dropped it earlier. I hand it to him in confusion.

“turn around and put both of your hands against the wall,” he says, his lighthearted tone long gone, his voice now raspy and strained.

I do as he says and quickly feel his presence right behind me.

He talks to me as he adjusts the settings on the shower head. The anticipation and aching in my core were eating me alive, and for some reason, I felt he was loving every bit of it.

“Since I won our last little game we played, I think it's only fair that I choose the rules for this one, don't you think?” he says, waiting for an answer, but I can't even speak. My words are caught in my throat as I feel the tiny water droplets hit my skin.

A harsh slap to my ass pulls me from my clouded mind as a yelp falls from my lips.

“See, that's the first thing. In this game, it's like Simon Says: when I ask, you answer because I don't think you’ll like what happens if you don't. “I clench my legs together as he leans in closer, no longer fiddling with the attachment in his hand . “so again, do you mind if I make the rules for this game.”

“No, no, don't”.

“Good, because the first rule is no matter what, do not take your hands off this wall, okay?”

A playful, “Yes sir.” falls from my lips, hoping that it evokes the same reaction that he's getting from me, and by the way he presses his dick into the slit of my ass, it does.

“remember where you’re hands stay.” Gojo’s voice was barely above a whisper when he gently reminded me of his harsh command.

After I nodded in acknowledgment, his hand snuck around my body, his middle and pointer fingers gently tracing down my stomach, stopping right above where I needed him.

“be still,” he whispered against my ear, and as he gently bit my earlobe, his long, slender fingers slid in between my folds, opening my lips in one.

I was already a squirming mess before the water hit my center, but once it did, I was a withering, shaking, moaning wreck.

My fingers shake against the wall as my legs slowly begin to close around his hand.

“I would tell you not to close your legs, but I feel like I'm giving you more than you can take, and I haven’t even given you anything yet.” his light chuckle goes straight to my core, and by the end of his sentence I’m pulsing on nothing.

Desperately trying to conceal the trimmer in my voice, I say, “No, you’re not giving me … enough.” earning another laugh with the same effect as the previous one.

After a couple more moments, just as I am about to reach the edge, he hastily pulls the shower head away from my core.

A groan of frustration leaves my lips as I turn around and glare at him.

“Gojo, what the fuck? “ rather than explaining himself, he takes my lip in his, the harsh kiss radiating nothing but pure lust.

His right hand finds its way across my throat and pushes me against the wall.

“only round one, and you already lost.”

Realization washes over me. My hands, I took my hands off the wall.

Leaving me no time to regret my actions, he wastes no time in picking me up, pulling my lips to his as I wrap my legs around his waist. A moan leaves my lips as he tightens his grip on my waist, causing my back to arch. The overwhelming sensation from the friction against my nipples and the coldness of his pierced dick almost sent me over the edge.

He blindly turns off the shower and takes us out of the restroom, never failing to take his lips off mine.

I lock my ankles behind his back and break our passionate kiss, struggling to get my words out as he attacks my neck . “wait, but we’re wet. You’re bed .. its going to get all -“

“Baby, I can feel you dripping onto my cock. The bed was gonna end up wet regardless,” he says against my neck.

Seconds after, I’m thrown onto the bed, his body leaving me sprawled out and at his full display.

There's a moment of silence while we stare at each other. I watch as he takes in every inch of my body like he wants to devour me whole. Growing ashamed of his heated gaze, I close my legs and bring my arms up to cover my chest, feeling the blush stain my cheeks.

It was only when I felt his knee dip into the bed, positioning himself directly above me, that I gave myself a moment to truly look at him—realizing that there was no way that it would fit inside of me, especially not my first time.

“thinking of backing out already?” he asks, boring his eyes into mine as he removes my flimsy arms across my chest. Giving him full access to my nipples, which he immediately starts to pull and play with.

“no, but if you keep taking so long, I just might go downstairs and find someone who can get the job done quicker,” I say, instantly regretting it, but it's already out of my mouth by then.

A light chuckle leaves his lips as a smirk graces his face, “ and to think I was going to go easy on you . I’ll start with these.” he says as he latches his mouth to my nipple. A loud moan leaves my lips as I feel his tongue flick my piercing . “ and this one, too.” he adds after a couple of minutes of torture, repeating the same thing on the opposite side.

“Gojo, please~” I whimper, my back arching, only inviting him in more, encouraging his attack on my nipple to become more demanding.

“Please, what?” he asks, getting off of the bed and moving to stand in front of me.

I gently ran my hand down my body, creasing my titties. “Stop teasing me, and come on before I go downstairs. Who do you think will be the easiest, Toji? No Sukuna, maybe ?”

A groan leaves his lips as he moves to the dresser, retrieving a condom from the drawer. He tears the packet and slides it onto himself. Crawling towards me, he settles between my thighs, retrieving a pillow from beside me; he instructs me to lift my hips and places it beneath me.

He leans down and asks, “Do you want me to fuck you y/n?” I can barely concentrate as I feel his hand slide in between us, going straight to my clit.

“Yes. Gojo, please,” I say despite feeling my heart drop to my ass.

“Why so formal? Just call me Satrou.”

“Yes. Satoru, please fuck me.” I moan as I smile back at him.

He smiles down at me as he leans his body over mine, one hand by my head, supporting himself up while the other grabs his dick.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says with a menacing smile as he flicks my clit with his tip, the sensation from the chill of the metal of his piercing sending shudders through my body.

He takes my lips back into his as he slides into me, stretching me slowly, the pain from his sheer size almost unbearable. “Fuck you’re tight.” He says, closing his eyes at the feeling

He gives me a moment to adjust, but I’m unsure I can. Wiggling my hips in an attempt to ease the pain, he takes that as a sign to begin moving.

“Fuck Satrou, it's too big, I don’t - I don’t, “ I whimper, gripping the sheets beside me as he begins to pick up the pace.

A breathy laugh falls from his swollen lips “ Ever been fucked by a pierced dick before ?” he asks as he rams into me, as tears begin to flow down my cheeks, the pain finally starting to turn into pleasure.

“Never even been fucked before.”

He comes to a complete halt. “what the fuck? You’re a virgin?” he asks, anger and confusion overtaking his features.

I bring my hand down to my clit, hoping to keep the sensation that was beginning to form. “Yea, couldn’t tell?”

“ fuck I’m sorry I wouldn’t have been so rough,” he says, as he pulls all the way out and slowly begins to thrust back into me.

“No, go back to how it was. Fuck me like I lost those games, like you hate me.” I ramble, growing teary-eyed from the frustration this slow pace has me feeling.

Another breathy laugh escapes from his lips, “I could never hate you, pretty girl; how about I just fuck you like this pussy mine instead?” He says as his hand glides across my throat.

“This time, I think I’ll give it all to you. At first, I was being nice and only giving you half.” My eyes nearly bulged out of my eyes as he pulled all the way out and thrust all the way back in.

I scream out and claw at his back, bringing him closer to me as he thrusts in and out of me at an unexplainable pace.

“You feel so fucking good gripping my dick like that; this pretty little pussy was made just for me,” he murmurs into my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and releasing it.

His thumb snakes down and rubs my aching nerves, causing my back to arch.

I latch my legs around his back, locking my ankles in place at the bottom of his back as he continues to ram into me at this pace.

“Satoru fuck, I can’t.”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Take this dick? But I'm being so gentle, so good to you. What do you mean ?” He cooed, with a false pout gracing his lips.

Seconds later, he brings his hand down onto my pussy, smacking my clit. I’m a whimpering, panting mess, his name and the soaked sheets below me the only thing I have to cling to.

He pulls my hips towards him, the angle causing his dick to hit so much deeper, the head of his piercing hitting my G-spot with each thrust.

“Satoru .. fuck, I'm close.” I groan, pulling him by his shoulders, bringing his mouth closer to mine in hopes that he’ll catch the moans that begin to spew from my mouth.

And he does.

His thrusts grow sloppy as I clench him hard despite his chants to stop because we both know that he’s just as close as I am.

“That's it, baby, come all over my cock .”

At his request, I feel my body tighten. The erratic pulsing of my core causes him to thrust faster, sending me right over the edge. Chanting his name as if it were a prayer.

As I’m coming down, he never slows down his pace, the feeling becoming unbearable.

“Come on, baby, just finish. I know you’re almost there.” I breathlessly whisper into his ear, earning a pained grunt in the response.

“Lock your legs,” he grunts out, and I instantly comply.

His arms wrap around my waist, and he hoists me up, and he stands, physically bouncing my body up and down on his cock.

I scream out, chanting his name once again into his shoulder.

“Come on. I know you have another one in you; give it to me like you gave me your first,” he grunts, slowing down his pace to match the rotation of my hips.

“Fuck Satoru, I can’t … it's too much,” I whine, earning a slap on my ass.

“ I told you that I was going to fuck this pussy like it was mine, so go ahead and give me all of it. Finish with me,” he said, nipping and biting at my neck once again.

I continue to buck and grind my hips the best I can, desperately trying to keep up with his uneven thrusts. One of his hands snakes around between our bodies as the other continues to hold me up. And as he takes his lips in mine and pulls at my piercing, I scream and squeeze him so hard that it sends us both over the edge.

We both ride out the wave as his slow thrusts come to an end. We stay like that momentarily before he leans down and releases me.

I fall back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, watching the back of my eyelids in pure exhaustion.

Moments later, he returns to my side and lifts my leg, and i jolt from the chilling sensation that goes right to my clit.

“Don't worry, we won’t go again for right now. I’m just cleaning you up.” he smiles down at me, and I can't help but return the gesture.

Once he disregards the towel, he scoops me up, placing me at the head of the bed, and slides in, pulling me onto him.

I settle into place, our legs tangling together as I do.

“How was that for the first time? Enough to get you off ? “ he hazily says.

“ I don’t know. It’s still lacking in some places. You’ll have to make it up to me tomorrow,” I say, smiling into his chest.

His laughter meets my ears as he grips my ass, slightly readjusting our position.

And with a light chuckle, I am met with that same cold sensation lined up right at my entrance.

“Tomorrow ?” he asks before he thrusts into me yet again.

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[electric-blue24]

a continuation of @salsa-di-pomodoros ask once ingo dose finally catch up with the current time line he starts hanging around the distortion world version of the battle subway and the longer he stays somewhere the thiner the barrier between the real and distortion world becomes, turns out strong emotions will also affect it. poor emmet has no clue whats going on but the longer ingos gone the more unusual things he notices happening.

#ingo #emmet #submas #warden ingo #giratina #distorted shadow au #Subway Boss Ingo #Subway Boss Emmet #blues art #pokemon #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #pla #distortion world

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I told my mom to stop bringing her sickness into every single conversation?

My (17F) mom has been sick for the last year or so. Its nothing terminal or excessively bad, just the consequences of some poor choices on her behalf regarding things like birth control, diet and medication. Picking things she knows makes her sick, eating poorly even though she knows it makes her feel worse, ect.

Still. She's sick, and I've been sympathetic and as supportive as I can be while she goes through this vicious cycle of trying to get better. I do feel pretty bad for her because some days you can tell she's really not feeling good at all.

However. My mom also has...You could say not the best grasp on boundaries or what is actually appropriate or even welcome in general conversation. She has a habit of wanting everything to know everything. I've grown up hearing all about her sex life and her periods and her breast augmentation and what not.

More than once I've had to tell her that literally nobody at the dinner table wants to hear about how her period is coming out in chunky globs, but usually she just acts victimised and goes off about how she can never say anything and how its a totally normal, natural thing.

Which, sure. But also. Its not really what I want to hear when staring at a bowl of salsa.

And with her being sick and all the wonderful bodily things that come with that, my god, its gotten worse. And she will tell literally anyone about it.

The cashier at the grocery store now knows my mom hasn't taken a solid poop in a year. My best friends came over for dinner the other night and one of the literal first things my mom starts telling them about is how her period is so heavy she's flooding everywhere and how horrible it is.

At my doctor's appointment the other day I sat there for 20 minutes listening to my mom talk about her raw nipples and how her breasts feel like hot rocks.

I literally cannot take it anymore. I don't think there's been a single conversation or even day where my mom hasn't gone on about some form of frankly gross bodily function that I would happily live my life perfectly oblivious to.

I get she's sick. I get that it sucks. I understand that sometimes you just want to vent.

But honestly. I just want to tell her that if I have to hear about her poops or her breasts or her period again I will gouge my own eardrums out with a spork and I will wear blackout glasses so even if she learns sign language to keep going, I simply won't see it.

Obviously, I'd be more gentle about asking her to tone it down or cut it out. Hell, I'd probably even try to find her a friend to talk to it about just so it doesn't have to be me.

But like. Is it too rude? I know being sick and periods and what not are natural, but honestly, its been years of this and I really feel like no kid should know what vibrator their mom prefers and what the current consistency of her period is.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole