kisses, neck kisses, lots of groping, always in control
likely will be followed up by sex
But present Genji? Much different
To start, kisses from him will be
rare since it requires him to remove his entire faceplate, and he’s still a
little self-conscious of the scarred flesh beneath it
So if you ever did get a kiss from
him, it would mean something—it would only be at the right time
His lips are soft, but also have a good amount of scarring
Favorite kind of kiss to receive would be a kiss on the
all he has to do is remove the one part of his face plate and close his eyes,
then you can move in and carefully smooch him
Favorite kind of kisses to give…
With his mask, an eskimo kiss; doesn’t require him to remove his mask, all he has to
do is nuzzle you
his mask off, probably single lip kisses
If it’s one of those meaningful kisses that he’s been
holding out for, he’ll whisper a sweet nothing into your ear in Japanese (fuck
Ok, just one more thing: leave lipstick marks on his faceplate!
He won’t notice and it’s hilarious to see other people’s reactions (especially
I hope you don’t mind the slight flavor of nicotine and
But as long as you don’t, things should be fine!
Favorite kiss to give is one right on the jawline or the
to receive is when his s/o comes up behind him, wraps their arms around him,
and kisses his neck or shoulder
And if you kiss him well and hard enough, you may even get
him to swear (“Damn, darlin’”)
When he’s being a dork, sometimes he’ll sneak up on you, go “It’s
hiiiiiigh noon” and surprise kiss you
A bit of a tease, as well
He’s not too into the overly affectionate sides of
since he has a mask now and hates showing his face
Isn’t too pleased if his partner tries to force any PDA on
try to smooch him on the mask while he’s busy
But, if and only if you’re alone, he’ll occasionally indulge
you and take off his mask
but that doesn’t mean you’ll get to just kiss him; he always has to be in
the time you’ll be up against the wall with your arms pinned (he’ll only get
rougher if you try to get away)
But his s/o will have to initiate almost every kiss, he won’t
actively seek one out even if he wants one…y’know cuz he’s edgy and stuff
Starts at the bottom, then trails his kisses down, down,
Definitely not for the faint of heart
Such a fucking gentleman
even more so back when he was the Strike Commander
those chivalrous instincts are still there, although he will be more hesitant
to kiss simply because he doesn’t like showing his face
So first, you’ll have to get him comfortable enough with you
to take off his mask
Give him a lingering kiss right on the corner of his mouth, those are his favorite
If there’s no time for him to take
his mask off, he’s ok with a forehead hiss, too
Favorite kiss to give would be a French kiss, but he likes
it best when he’s holding you, letting you melt into his arms
shy or sensitive, he’ll check if you want him to stop
flexible and careful with what his partner likes and doesn’t like. Again, he’s
Like Reaper, he isn’t into PDA either
distasteful, so only try to kiss him when you’re alone
Oh, and it’ll take a while in the relationship before he’s
even ready to begin physical contact
sorry, he’s so hard to smooch in the beginning!
first time you kiss him, he’ll be so stiff!
But once he gets used to it, he’ll take his partner’s chin
gently and carefully place a kiss on their lips
Favorite kiss to get is the shoulder and back kiss
is a sucker for massages at night (once he’s at that level with you, that is),
so go ahead and smooch him on the back during those times
take him totally by surprise, and he may just quit the message all together to
Oooooh, boy…so messy, sooo sloppy
I hope you know what you’re getting into with Jamison, he ain’t letting you go until he’s done with you
clingy, and he loves his PDA
Making out with him will probably some of the loudest,
wettest, sloppiest kissing you’ve ever had
will leave soot smears all over your face when he’s done, and you’ll smell like
dooly!” (after making out with his partner)
being on top of them during all this. He’s skinny, so he isn’t too heavy, don’t
Not one for the slow and sensual
try and take it slow, he’ll just speed it right up!
favorite kind of kiss to get would be out of nowhere, forceful (bruising lips),
and full on
when his s/o can reciprocate the same kind of passionate force that he can
Sometimes, Junkrat will nibble your ear, too
did that Trashmouse get sharp teeth?!
suppose he’d leave bite marks, too. Gotta let people know you’re his.
and bite him back. Again, loves it if you can reciprocate
kiss Torbjorn because he’s too busy snogging a turret and his undeserved Play
of the Game
Sweet old man! Loves to give pure little pecks to the check and
All the better if his s/o is short, that way he can scoop
them up in his arms and smooch them
I don’t think he’d be up for total make outs, though, he
likes classy and old fashioned kisses
for the more hands on stuff
Great to give him a smooch right before a fight! He’ll get
even more pumped up!
when you think he’s gonna give out, all his s/o needs to do is give him a peck
and bing! He’s back in it!
Just don’t try leaving lipstick marks on his “Precision
German Engineering” armor. He does not like that.
Getting an actual, real, involving-lips-kiss with Mako is
He constantly wears that mask which I think might even help
So most of the time, he’ll give you little eskimo kisses
with the snout of his gas mask
“oink, oink” as he does to make you giggle
Smooch his tummy, he loves that!
He isn’t too big on PDA except for holding hands. Oh God,
whenever you’re out with him, you’ll always have a big, meaty hand around yours
But for the rare occasion he gives you a real kiss (and most
of the time he only lifts up his mask enough to see his lips), It’ll only
linger for a few seconds before he pulls away
Oh wait, almost forgot! He might surprise hook you on
occasions and yank you right over just so he can give you one of his snout
little piggy” (Mako as he hooks you)
He will stop this if you’re not ok with it, pouting from behind his mask as you scold him
Don’t say you can’t kiss an omnic, of course you can!
His favorite is when you’re so close to him that his orbs
surround both of you (so it’s like you’re in perfect harmony~)
His favored kiss to receive is a lingering kiss right on his
face (where his nose would be)
Despite his zen, calm exterior, he’s the most likely
candidate to start giggling while you’re kissing
And since he can’t really reciprocate the kiss (no lips), he’ll
find other ways too, such as running his fingers through your hair or massaging
your palms or back while you smooch him
Unlike Genji, he’s more attentive to any lipstick marks you
leave on his robotic face and will clean them off before seeing anyone else
mean he won’t notice a mark on one of his orbs
might point out one day, “Master, you have something on your right orb.” “Which
one?” “The one on the—oh, it’s behind you now.” “This one?” “No, over to the –”
“Point to the one, please.” “The one with the lipstick on it.” “W-what?”
So here’s a question: the Galra commander who captures Sam, Matt, and Shiro flat out says they’re primitive and don’t know anything useful. If that’s the case, why did Zarkon order that they be interrogated by the Druids? Why was this Galra ship specifically ordered to be in the solar system? I feel like if Zarkon knew that the Blue Lion was on earth he would have gone straight there and not bothered with interrogating random humans. So was it just standard procedure? From what we’ve seen, it looks like the Druids are a pretty small group and generally busy doing evil space magic things, so why would Zarkon pull them away from the Komar experiment just to talk to some Earth hillbillies?
Basically what I’m getting at here is: Zarkon knew there was something on Earth that he needed, he just wasn’t sure what, and he probably didn’t even suspect that it was the Blue Lion or he would have gone in guns blazing a lot sooner. So who tipped him off to keep an eye on this planet, and why?
“Once upon a time, there lived a beggar with a nail embedded in his foot. He had a small puppy who went everywhere with him. The two of them were very happy together, but the nail was hurting the beggar a lot. One day, he went to the doctor to remove it, but to their astonishment, the nail had grown in size!“
"The doctor told the beggar that removing the nail now would be extremely painful, so the beggar left it in. The only problem was that the nail began to cause him more pain when he walked, and he would bleed often. To deal with this, the beggar had set his puppy down instead of carrying it, and had to watch as his poor puppy injured its feet on the rough concrete.”
“In a month’s time, after the first consultation, the nail grew so large, it pierced into his ankles. The poor beggar was in so much pain that he couldn’t walk, only shuffle, and the doctor told him that it was too late for him to remove it. The puppy’s feet were also scratched and bleeding, and it was difficult for it to walk. The beggar now had to carry it, and its weight caused him even more pain.”
I paused in my story, listening carefully. In the other room, I could hear my husband snoring loudly. I sighed in relief.
“Why doesn’t he just pull out the nail from the start, mommy?” asked my son curiously, his innocent wide eyes looking up at me. “And why does he carry his dog even though it hurts him?”
I smiled at him, choking back tears, as he hugged my arms. My bruises were well hidden underneath my long sleeves, and I could just manage to resist whimpering. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Now go to sleep.”
Questioning why Seungri is in BIGBANG is like questioning why there is nitrogen in the air we breathe. Without nitrogen in the air we would be fucking dead and the same with Seungri if he wasn’t in BIGBANG or if he left WE WOULD ALL FUCKING DIE BECAUSE IF YOU REMOVE ONE CRUCIAL ELEMENT TO A STRUCTURE EVERYTHING WILL AUTOMATICALLY FALL APART.
I wish there was a nicer way to say this, but please take a fucking seat and shut your fucking mouth.
*His pupils roll across his skull as his tolerance began to run short. Joey closes his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose to remove some of the tension* Bendy. *He firmly spoke, one of his eyes opening to stare down at the clearly pissed off demon* In through one ear and out the other as usual, repeating yourself to expect results. This is all typical behavior from you.
“What’ll be the title of this one, then?” Sherlock asks as he removes the red-haired wig from his head. He throws the wig cap away with wild abandon - he has at least four more - and ruffles out his curls.
How they can remain immaculate is beyond John’s reasoning, but then again, not everything can be explained by logic or reason. That’s why he’s around. “’The Red-Haired Stepchild’?” John muses with a shrug. He rips off the fake mustache with a hiss - he thought that ghastly thing would come off cleaner - and rubs his upper lip. He sees Sherlock smirking in delight and throws the mustache at him. “I’ll come up with the title after lunch. Tea?”
“Please,” Sherlock replies with the tiniest of smiles. He falls upon his new chair, a more modern uptake of the same one lost in the fire, and puts his feet upon the table.
“Just going to check on Rosie first,” John adds as an afterthought before disappearing to the upstairs bedroom. He comes back down a few moments after; the coos and happy tone in his voice signal his return before Sherlock even sees his feet on the stairs.
By the time John and Rosie are in the sitting room, Sherlock is grinning and bright-eyed. He holds his hands out expectantly. John pulls Rosie closer to him with a pout.
“I’m her father, I get to see her first,” he reasons before planting kiss after kiss on his girl’s head. She kicks with glee and flails her stubby arms.
Sherlock crosses his not-so-stubby arms and glares at the sight. “Well, I’m her Papa,” he argues, “and she’s still getting to know me.”
The day he won the lottery was the best day of his life. His state allowed people to collect anonymously, so nobody would know about his winnings except for him and the IRS. His coworkers would never know. He saved a lot of his money, but he did have one major purchase.
He built a home. Under it, a two story basement complete with steel doors on the rooms. Thirty rooms underground in fact.
The place was out in the middle of nowhere, and he used almost fifty different construction crews to build the thing so no one company even had full specifications to the house.
Of course the house had three stories above ground, this was where he would hold dinner parties and his family would visit him at.
No sooner had the house been finished, the construction crews left the site and he had moved in did he put the rest of his plan into action.
His second purchase was a van, one which he removed all of the back seats and replaced with a mattress and several iron loops to hold restraints.
It took a few hours of driving for him to finally find a girl walking home alone after dark. He pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride.
She did not. She kept walking away, but he knew she was the one, so when she walked into an alleyway he followed her in his van. He rolled up behind her and shot her with a tranquilizer dart. She ran a few steps before she collapsed in a heap.
He stopped the van with it still running, got out of the van and picked her up and hauled her into the back.
Once she was securely cuffed down in the back he drove her home.
She had a school id with her. Mary was her name and she was in high school apparently. He wondered how many other teenage boys had the opportunity to defile her tiny body before he found her.
The drive took several more hours to get home since he’d picked her up from two states away. He had to pull over several times to re-drug her with an injection because she woke up and started screaming.
When he pulled into his garage he pulled her unconscious body out of the back of the van and carried her into the elevator in his house. He went down to the lowest level and took her into one of the newly constructed rooms and laid her onto the floor.
While she was still unconscious he undressed her and threw her clothes into the furnace. She wouldn’t need clothes as his new fuck toy.
When he had finished burning all of her possessions from the clothes on her back to her school backpack, he took his time going back to her. He wanted her awake for the next step.
After a meal and a quick chat with his friend on the phone, he figured she must be awake so he went back down to greet her.
Sure enough she was awake. Screaming and crying and trying to find a way out of the room. When he walked in he locked the door behind himself, as she cowered in the corner trying- and failing- to hide her private parts with her hands.
“How do you know my name? Where am I? What are you going to do with me?” She blurted out
“I read your ID before I destroyed it Mary. Where you are is unimportant. As for what I am going to do with you, I am not sure you want to know the answer to that, but I think you already know.”
“Are you going to rape me?” she sobbed, snot coming out of her nose.
It was disgusting. He grew hard at the sight of it.
“What do you think the answer to that is Mary?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“You don’t seem too sure of that.”
“I don’t want you to rape me. Please let me go.”
“What will you do for me if I promise to let you go?” he mused, toying with her tiny brain now.
“Anything. Anything just tell me.”
“How old are you Mary?”
“Are you sure? Mary? Your ID was from high school. How old are you really?”
Her eyes darted around the room desperately.
“Mary how old are you?” his voice grew darker at the question.
“S-six-teen.” she stuttered.
“How many boys have you fucked?” he asked again.
“You are a virgin then?”
“Y-yes.” she whined and hung her head. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh I know you won’t tell anyone. What will you do if I promise to let you go? Be specific.”
“I’ll um, I won’t tell anyone about you.”
“I’ll clean for you? Do your dishes?”
“I don’t think so Mary. You can do better than that.”
“I don’t know- I don’t know what you want from me!”
“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to educate you on how things are done in this house.” He said as he lunged at her.
She tried to get away, but the room was too small, and he was too strong. He pinned her to the ground in no time. Her tiny breasts pinned to the ground beneath her as her ass pressed against his groin.
“Are you on birth control Mary?” he asked in her ear as she struggled to get away from him.
She only grunted as she struggled.
“I asked you a question Mary!” he shouted.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked again as he wrapped his hands around her neck.
“N-no.” she stammered.
“Good.” he said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.
“Stop!” she cried as he positioned himself at her virgin hole.
He laughed as he thrust in breaking her hymen. She cried out in pain and began begging hysterically for him to stop.
He didn’t. He continued battering away, ramming her cervix with the head of his penis. Purposely trying to make it as painful as possible for his newly caught virgin.
She struggled more to break free, but he was stronger than she was.
“This is what you were made for bitch!” he cried as he pummeled her insides with his cock.
“No. Please stop.” She pleaded more.
“You don’t get to make demands of me whore.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t call you what?” he taunted as he raped her previously unused hole. Pulling his penis almost all the way out, before ramming it painfully back into her cervix.
“Whore.” she murmured in defeat as he thrust into her.
“Yes that is what you are.” he said with laughter, balls tightening with her degradation.
“No I am not.” she complained, so he grabbed her hair and lifted her head before slamming it back down onto the concrete floor.
“You are a whore and you will admit so or I will break every last bone in your body.”
“No.” she grunted, so he slammed her head onto the floor three more times.
“Say it! Say you are a whore or I will kill you! Do you understand?” he shouted as he rapidly approached his release.
“I am a w-whore.” she sobbed.
“Say you are my whore.”
“I am your whore.” she wailed, desperately trying to curl up into a ball to avoid being hurt.
“Say it again!” he demanded as he finally released her hair, to grip her hips and thrust with abandon.
“I am your whore.” she cried.
“Whores like being fucked don’t they?” he taunted.
“Y-yes” she gagged on her own words now as he fucked her.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me.” she said, voice going hollow as she spoke.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your whore cunt.”
“I want you to fuck my whore cunt.”
“Tell me you want me to cum in your whore cunt.”
“I want you to cum in my whore cunt.”
“Please what?” he asked. She was confused for a moment before she seemed to figure it out.
“Please cum in my whore cunt.”
“But that will knock you up. You aren’t on birth control.”
“Yes what?” he taunted again as he thrust wildly now.
“Yes I want you to cum in my whore cunt and knock me up.”
Mercutio never gets to the counter. While standing in line, he begins loudly waxing poetic about dreams and his many qualms with Starbucks and coffee in general. He is forcibly removed by several baristas after provoking a quarrel with the one behind the register. “A plague on all your Starbucks chains!” he shouts as he stumbles off into the afternoon light. The day is almost 3/5 of the way over.
“The light exploded like a small super nova between them, heat racing up John’s arm.
Momentarily blinded, John blinked away the spots in his vision. He felt warm all over, like he’d just gulped a cup of hot tea in one go.
“Amazing,” Sherlock whispered, sounding awed. John took a moment to indulge in the sound, certain it would not be a tone he would hear often…
…Sherlock began flipping the buttons on his dress shirt. He was moving so quickly, he popped one of his cuffs in the effort to remove his shirt.
The removal of his shirt revealed the newly formed mark on his right arm. It was a startling pure red against Sherlock’s pale skin, red, meaning love and passion or danger and excitement. John had a pretty good idea which one theirs stood for.
John took a step forward, entranced. He took Sherlock’s too skinny wrist in his fingers and ran his thumb along the first mark. There was a slight different between mark and skin, the mark being oddly smooth.
Sherlock gave a full body shiver.
Usually a bond mark was only made of two symbols, a combining of the traits brought into the union. The mark on Sherlock was an interlocking spiral of knowledge, danger, loyalty, justice, healer, scientist, protector, scholar, and some John didn’t recognize. After the fifth swirl of symbols, the mark continued in unconnected tribal-like circles that ended in a double sunburst on Sherlock’s shoulder.
John released his arm, with an overriding need to see his own mark. He tugged off his jumper and undershirt, slinging them to the side. Though they had shaken hands the normal way, John was surprised to find his mark on his left arm. It was a mirror of Sherlock’s, except the sunburst on his shoulder encircled his bullet wound.”
i don't get why alot of hanji fans like the torturing scene i honestly thought she was disgusting esp since (aside from getting information) she was doing it for revenge and that's fucking disappointing
Some characters in SnK are very much who they appear to be. There’s no duplicity in Levi, for instance. He hides nothing. What you see is very much what you get. With other characters we see the tip of the iceberg and get only brief glimpses into what’s below the surface. It’s not that they are hiding who they are. Rather, I think the extraordinary circumstances of their lives have created a facade as a coping mechanism. Hange and Erwin are those “iceberg” characters.
For those of us who love Hange, the torture scene was a chance to see below the water.
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“God, how are you this perfect?” You smiled and made grabby hands at Tom. He handed the plastic bag over to you and you continued to smile as you saw that the bag was filled with all your favorite snacks. Tom shrugged off his jacket and put his headphones back into the pocket. He glanced over as he heard you removing items from the bag.
“One of those Sour Patch Kids is mine, by the way.” He hopped onto the bed and turned to cuddle into your thigh. Considering you had both taken this Saturday as your lazy day – you had both spent the morning making breakfast and then lounging around drinking from your mugs – you were still in your favorite sweats. And you both were proud of the fact that neither of you had had the urge to shower yet.
Old friend of the family, a blues musician from St. Louis, got attacked last night in his neighborhood. Five young men surrounded him and one punched him in the face, breaking his nose. They say it was probably a “knockout game”, as the men walked off down the street laughing and joking as he lay there. It’s not sure if they’ll have to remove it, but I guess he’s blind in one eye now.