Gortash being a highly intense person but with eerie, almost inhuman levels of self control is so interesting to me. and by interesting I mean terrifying. Like i think his genuine smile or - God Forbid - his genuine laugh would provoke a visceral fear response in the average person.

I think Aeryn sees his real smile several times but the laugh only once, when Gortash is carving his name into Aeryn’s neck. Like i think that whole thing is. maybe not a religious experience for Gortash but it’s pretty close. makes him feel emotions indescribable and with an intensity he’s never felt before and doesn’t again (until Aeryn carves out his - his - heart and hands it to him before they die in each others arms in the Astral Prism :))

but yeah just thinking about that whole scene like. goddd i WISH i had the brainpower to write it but it would be so difficult cos Aeryn’s Fully Brainwashed by Gortash at that point so it’s. weird. and i don’t know how to start lmao. so lemme just say it’s the first time Aeryn feels Gortash shake against him. maybe his voice even wavers. not from nervousness, just pure adrenaline.

which i think is why i’m so hesitant to make that the first (and if i did, the only, knowing my lack of energy) fic i write about them because they’re e both being so out-of-character in it? like i don’t want that to be the main association people have with them. i don’t know.

have we moved on from steve songs discussion… bc my hero by foo fighters is literally his anthem

just imagine with me for a moment. band!au.

the group playing this song at an underground event (it’s before they get really big and they’re just playing dive bars or people’s basements) and steve’s on the drums and he looks so hot in the dim lighting and half way through the set he gets really hot and sweaty and takes his shirt off:/

nobody talks about how adorable john price is as a lieutenant. he’s got this undeniable determination with him that has only grown stronger since he’s crawled up the ranks.

his voice isn’t gruff yet, not used to shouting orders in a hostile zone. his mutton chops haven’t grown in either, likely experimenting with his signature style. he still covers his head, though this time it’s with a sage coloured beanie and not a boonie.

taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.

I need to use a cute boy's thighs and tummy as a chew toy so fucking bad, I wanna hear their soft whines and moans as I bite a heart shape on their skin !!!

"our sergeant keeps kissing us when he's drunk, how do we tell him we'd like for him to kiss us while he's sober as well." -TF 141

TF 141 x very affectionate while drunk male reader

All fluff!

Building off of my old drunk clingy reader thing..

You have too much affection for the task force in your heart for your own good. When you're sober you at least hold it off, suppress it, unsure on how your friends would think about it. At most it's an arm around the waist or shoulder. Trying to not be too affectionate in fear of making them uncomfortable. Unbeknownst to you, they absolutely live for it.

When you're drunk all that self restraint goes away, other than clinging to their side you also very much enjoy giving them little pecks all over their face.

You have Soap leaning on your front, his back connected to your chest as you turn his head around to kiss his face, smooshing his cheeks as you do so. Kissing all the way from his brow to his jaw, rubbing your cheek against his and then resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzle your head into his neck as you leave him a blushing mess.

And when you're sticking next to Gaz, your hands wrapping around him, trapping him in your embrace as you leave kisses on his cheekbones and kiss the tip of his ear. Your lips touching every surface that you can get your hands (well lips) on. Leaving kisses on his shoulders as well.

Ghost sitting facing you as you intertwine your hands with his, and slowly lift said hands to your lips, kissing each knuckle and moving up to his covered face, placing kisses where he can still feel it through the fabric of his balaclava, like his cheeks and his chin. Maybe even his ear. You can't see it but he's beat red from his face down to his neck.

Sitting on the couch together with Price, your thighs touching and you have an arm on his shoulders, you can't help but keep staring at the man and as he turns to look at you you place a small kiss in the middle of his eyebrows, moving to kiss the corner of his eyes and moving your other arm to grab his face and smoosh his cheek in to your lips and give him an audible kiss and moving your lips to kiss the corner of his mouth. Only the best for your captain.

The next day always follows you furiously apologizing to the team, hoping you didn't make them uncomfortable but they always brush it off, always assuring you that it was fine and they don't mind it. They don't mind it at all, in fact, they're patiently waiting for the day you'll kiss them without having the help of alcohol.

Thinking about better call saul if the action took place in france just because I wanted to see them in cunty robes lmao. More thoughts under the cut!

Obviously the action and the whole premise of bcs/brba wouldn't work in france (legal system aside, the whole cartel and walter white storyline would have to suffer major changes due to social security and the mexican cartel well. not existing here stricto sensu). But let's talk about the real Important Stuff : their names

I think Howard Hamlin would work well as Edouard Hamelin. He looses the cool HH initials yes, but it works really well as a genuine french name imo, and Howard/Edouard are pretty close phonetically

Chuck could still be called Charles without any realism issue, but he'd be nicknamed Charlie rather than Chuck because that's what a french person would go for... nicknames don't work the same, yeah

Kimberly Wexler and James McGill, I have no idea lmao. James when translated becomes Jacques, but it's such a boomerish uncool name that I cannot resolve myself to call my boy like that. It's also one generation too old. Jimmy being born in '60 could technically be called Jacques, but it'd be old-fashioned, as it's a name mostly given to the kids of the decade that came before him. McGill is an irish name, so something funny could be making Jimmy a breton with a funky last name like Gall/LeGall ? That's hilarious to me. But who knows.

Saul Goodman is a pun, so this is even harder for me to conceptualize. Saul's marketing would definitely not work in france at all, as no one would realistically hire a lawyer with a puny name and such chaotic displays (+ I think ads for legal démarchage are illegal mind you). However, let's have a crack at it. It would have to be a pun based off an expression similar to "it's all good man", or implying something positive and familiar... I need to think on that one.

On a call at 2am we talked about a scenario where Freddy's not having a good time with kids

mammon. oh mammon.

since he's competing w/ all the other devils for your attention, he decided to be owned by you, not the other way around.

He opened up and admitted that he fell in love with you at first sight. if you remember, you were resting on his chest when you woke up in the hospital and he spent all that time thinking about how wonderful, breathtaking and powerful you were and what it would feel like for you to own him, for him to belong TO you.

He would be solely and exclusively devoted to you and to your well-being. Mind you, he's not a low level demon: he's the king of Tartaros, the wealthiest kingdom in Hell and everything belongs to him but, as his master, everything will belong to you as well.

The whole thing is new to the both of you but he's resolute: he likes you "just because", not because you're solomon's descendant but because you are you.

You'll come around someday and love him like he loves you. He wants you to surrender to your greed, to take everything from him and he'll accept everything you have to offer: from lovely dates along the tartaros river to long fucking sessions on his throne, he would lap it all up, like the good sub he was always meant to be.

in a world where you are seen as somebody else's stand-in, he's the one asking you to recognise him.

You're his master after all, no one can replace you.

He's yours. you just have to accept it as a fact, because he's not letting you go.

I have so many headcanons of Leon, like so fucking many. Maybe one day I’ll actually sit down and type a few of them out even though it’s hard to pinpoint them as concrete ideas.

But one of my favorites is the fact that he knows how to eat pussy. Like I’m sorry, you can say he doesn’t know how to fuck or he’s a little naive/clueless when it comes to the actual fucking portion, but pussy eating is his specialty. He has a pretty face, pretty lips, the type that just looks so inviting and welcoming. He loves it when his face becomes the next IKEA seating best seller. I just feel like he knows what he’s doing, even if he hasn’t had sex in so damn long, he knows what to do with his tongue and his fingers.

Leon is perceptive, he’s smart, and he knows how to read situations and what’s needed to be done so his partners have a good time. I can guarantee you, that man knows when it’s munch o’clock, and frankly I think that’s his actual skill in the bedroom. If I’m gonna be extra real, he prefers eating pussy over actual fucking anyway, he’s a selfless type of guy, doesn’t give two shits about his own pleasure. So long as he gets a taste until he gets lock jaw, that’s all that matters to him. Leon is a sensual lover too, likes intimacy, will hold your hand as his face is between your legs. He’s also the type to fall in love during one night stands, that’s why he’s better off alone cause lord knows he doesn’t need to be doing none of that crazy shit.

Pathetic munch is really Leon’s brand. He’ll prefer to have his nose deep in your cunt and grind his aching cock against the mattress all night long, making you cum on his face over and over again until it’s the last thing he can sense. Hell he’ll die by pussy before he dies for his country. That’s what you call real acts of service for munch nation.

yall..im workin hard on the last part of fbrc rn....BUUUUUTTT--

i thought of childhood friend (im sorry i cant help it) bodyguard katsuki being hopelessly devoted to big boss' daughter reader.

let's say the environment he grew up in wasn't good at all. he lived in a horrible neighborhood that had a survival of the fittest mentality. he had to rob n steal and fight to survive. and them maybe he got recruited by some crime syndicate who saw his potential from a young age.

he feels indebted to them cus they got him out the streets, so he decides to devote his entire life to this syndicate and his boss, who just so happens to have a child : you.

you're the same age as him, maybe a year younger. his first thought is that you're a pushover. you hide behind your father the whole time he's introducing you to him and you barely even look at him, but he's been told he has a bit of a stink eye because he's just sorta used to glaring at people.

as your father keeps introducing you both your eyes widen at him saying katsuki will become your new best friend. yours out of joy cus you've always been sheltered and you've never really had friends your age before, and katsuki's out of shock. he thought he was here to kick people's asses, not babysit some random girl !

when your father pulls katsuki aside later that day he explains that since he's a very dangerous man other dangerous people will try to endanger not only him but his family and since he's strong he'd like him to watch over you. katsuki doesn't like it, but your dad did save him from his life on the street, so he can play nice for now.

he's never had friends either, so he doesn't know how to play like other kids do, and definetly not like you do.

you have him follow you around calling him your knight, you stick stupid clips in his hair and get all pouty when he won't let you put that pastey makeup shit on his face. you have him kiss your ouchies away when you trip over your own shadow and you whine and whine until he let's you jump on his back to give you a piggy back ride.

though, the more he spends time with you, the more there are fun moments. he hates to admit it but it's fun to be a kid with you. you play games that he likes to play and you share your cookies with him and he carries you around and plays dolls with you in exchange. he kisses your ouchies away and you put a cool bandage over his cheek when he's done training for the day and press a big get better kiss on it. you tell him it's to energize him and he huffs and puffs about it but he always looks forward to his kiss after training.

you've complained to him about how you can't spend much time with your dad since he's always out working, you don't have friends because everyone is a threat and you're always being surveyed and watched from a distance and you cry and say you hate it. you tell him that he's your fifth body guard and that he's your favorite one by far. you smile at him and the apples of his cheeks burn, he tries but can't supress the proud smile that grows on his face "of course i am, i'm the best !"

he's been your favorite and last body guard since that day because katsuki has made it his life's mission to devote himself to his clan, his boss and most of all, you.

head empty only Mychael

Sounds about right,, 😭❤️🍄❤️

be honest nana.......would geto use his curses to fuck you/amplify the pleasure or am i too delulu

AHEM….

i have two scenarios i think abt out very often, one is Geto using an aphrodisiac type curse to make you feel like you’re actually in heat, making you beg and beg for his cock n he’s just being soooo mean and won’t let you have it till he thinks you’ve earned it

or him using some sort of tentacle having curse to fuck all of your holes, maybe using its appendages to keep you suspended in whatever position he wanted while him and the curse tag teamed your body…. some real hentai shit

continuation of this post | wriothesley x f. reader | nsfw

the fortress of meropide is a cacophony of different sounds at night.

old pipes groaning, the clanking of metal against metal as gardes complete their rounds, the whispers between prisoners and stern warnings from the wardens.

and, every once in a while, there would be muffled moans and the clapping of wet skin against wet skin coming from behind the closed doors of the duke’s office.

you lay face down and bent over his desk, hands messily bound with his tie and eyes rolled into the back of your head as wriothesley pounds into you like you’re the only thing on his mind. his fingertips pressing dark bruises onto the skin on your hips, heavy pants exchanged in the air between you as he bottoms out, the round of your tits jiggling delightfully in rhythm with his thrusts.

a few documents lie wrinkled and forgotten on the floor, and all wriothesley can think about is how good you feel around him, so tight and gripping him like a vice, and how good you are taking him despite the stretch of his thick cock in your velvety walls. he pulls out a little and watches in satisfaction as your pussy grips onto him for dear life, his shaft glistening with the mix of your arousals and pulsating with desire.

your voice, once so sweet and smooth like honey, a songbird that carolled the most beautiful tunes, is reduced to little moans and gasps as you fight for air. the swell of your rosy lips an evidence of wriothesley’s earlier harsh tugs and nibbles, now shiny with saliva that has pooled at the corner of your mouth. he leans down to kiss you, tongue swiping a bold stripe against your bottom lip to savour your taste, your name a breathy whisper right into your parted lips.

wriothesley maintains his unrelenting pace as he pounds into you even harder, until your tongue lolls out and your face contort in pleasure. he leans back and lifts your hips higher, his cock hitting that one spot with controlled precision that threatens to send you over the edge.

your mind is clouded with fog and all you can think about is chasing your high, every word in your vocabulary replaced by his name and his name only. your surroundings blur and you lose track of where you are, who you are, and only him remains. the smell of him in your nostrils, the taste of him on your tongue, the warmth of his hands on your skin, and the jolts of ecstasy with every thrust of his hips-

“your grace-”

you moan out in a moment of fucked out bliss, your voice sultry and just a little bit shaky, your mind completely oblivious of the effect you have on him until you feel the air being squeezed out of your windpipes.

something primal inside wriothesley threatens to break free from its reigns. his eyes glazed over with blinding desire, your sweet little voice moaning his title and worshipping him in your cockdrunk state is the last thing he knows before his hand is circling your throat and he’s fucking into you with renewed fervour.

amid the groaning pipes, robotic footsteps and hushed whispers is a new harmony of his heavy grunts and your high pitched moans. lowering his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit, the lack of oxygen amplifying your pleasures tenfold, wriothesley leans dangerously close to you and whispers darkly in your ear,

“call me that again.”

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will making ....a comic for mike

I propose that will draws all the time because losing himself in drawing is when he feels the happiest and most free, I also propose that he's obsessed with collecting images of knights and soldiers and medieval fairytales and sticking them on his wall because he is Very Gay And A Nerd

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A saga of Batman picking up his Robins like a sack of potatoes and booking it whenever needed

Dick reacts with either a ‘hey I’m not done fighting’ or a ‘WEEEEEEEE’

Jason goes frightening still the first few times but eventually relaxes enough to try to wiggle out

Tim just lets himself get hauled away and sometimes ends up running back to fight (“I’m tracking their escape route and logging it, you can drop me off in the Batmobile and go after them!”)

Damian protests. Violently. (“I am not a child, Father!” “No, you absolutely are, and I say we go.”)

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