#and demand to be treated properly.

[niko-central]

Oscar you're a coward bro 😭😭😭😭 mark Webber literally gave birth to you and you're out here rolling over for the orders they keep giving you. Girl. Girl I love you but what is this.

He absolutely had the pace to catch max by the way. Like 100%. Norris VISIBLY couldn't, for the ENTIRE race. But yeah "no second drivers" yeah man.

[lokisasylum]

So now the "fearless leader" is too good to own up to his bs?

Didn't know turning 30 meant you get a free pass to be a d*ck.

Maybe I've been doing it wrong for the past 7 years.

[holeforzenin]

THAT GIRL IS...POISON!!!

Tw - Overstimulation, slight somno, Not proofread

A/n - hello! I know I haven’t been posting that much recently because I’m on a small tumblr break but I still decided to schedule this post so I hope everyone enjoys it!

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Sweetheart—hahh fuck! Don’t you think you’re going too ngh-fast, Ohh fuckkk!” His moans escaped in a mixture of desperation and pleasure, his voice husky and filled with desire as he struggled to maintain his hold on your waist in an attempt to steady himself properly—Fuck, Satoru felt so lightheaded and dizzy, his thighs trembled as he weakly tried to recover from his pasting orgasms which was the…third one?? In a row.

It wasn’t really your intention for it to be this way. Dealing with difficult coworkers all day was challenging enough, but having to cover a shift last minute because of someone else's absence made things even tougher for you. So least to say when you finally came home from work you were sooo frustrated and had to let off some steam and you don’t know what, but something came over you seeing your pretty boyfriend, shirtless with his grey sweatpants hanging low by his hips, revealing a glimpse of his mouth-watering happy trail and v line in the kitchen cooking dinner for the two of you. It’s like it triggered something inside of your brain.

And that's how you found yourself on top of him on the living room couch, his snowy-white hair tickling his forehead, damped with sweat as he gazed up at you with half-lidden eyes in a mixture of exhaustion and desire. His sticky cum from the last three rounds marinating inside your cunt as you continued milking him for the forth, sure your thighs were quivering and aching but it’s nothing compared to the overwhelming amount of pleasure you got from fucking your boyfriend like this. Your feet gently rested on his toned thighs as you bounced up and down on his cock, trying to cum once again and get him as stimulated as possible.

His jaw fell slack and his eyes rolled back repeatedly in sheer ecstasy at the lewd sight of you fucking down at him like this—sure Satoru loved being in control and fucking you absolutely stupid as you drooled and cried into his expensive bed sheets while he pounds your sloppy little cunt from behind but there’s just something about seeing his feisty, persistent little girlfriend being so demanding and treating him like your personal toy to fuck yourself on made him lose his mind. He loved it so so much.

He enjoys being your dildo to cream on—even if he’s on the verge of literal tears right now from the overstimulation of you bouncing your ass on his twitching, overused cock. he didn’t even had the power to try and get you off from his oversensitive dick—all he could do is lie there and take it. You won’t lie, you carried a lot of pride in having the strongest a whimpering and moaning mess alll because of you.

“Babyyy, Goddd! you’re so fucking crazy” his voice cracked as he flashed a fucked out smile at you as you ran your fingertips along the defined ridges of his abs before trailing them upwards to his chest—feeling every bit of muscle from his body that you could possibly reach. “You look so shit!- fucking beautiful”.

“Yeahhh? Oh you look so pretty like this too toruuu” you cooed, his cock was filling you up so well, just the way you wanted. You raked your hand over his chest, groping it before you accidentally did something. Which made his cock jump inside of you, throbbing and pulsating—you felt it and it made you questioned, why you never thought about it before?

“Whatthefuck—Holy shitt nghh” he groaned out, a lump forming in his throat.

You pinched both of his nipples, twisting and toying with the hardened bud before he lets out a high-pitched whine, his ragged breaths quickening as he came, spilling whatever bit of cum was left inside his balls into your already stuffed and leaking pussy, the action catching you off guard, causing your back arched slightly, the overwhelming pleasure consumed you as your rhythm got sloppy. You quickly chased your high following him—his gooey cum coating your sensitive clit and dripping down all over his balls and sheets as his balls throbbed with his release, his seed getting fucked so deep inside you as you continued bouncing on him.

His pretty pathetic whimpers and moans were like music to your ears, you were actually starting to feel bad but you were soo desperate to cum, you had to—even if you already did it about four times. It felt so fucking good and seeing Satoru like this made you even hornier.

You moved your hand down to rub your clit, feeling the intense pleasure building up as three of your fingers carefully circled the sensitive bundle of nerves as Satoru weakly looked up at you, if it wasn’t for his bright ass blue eyes peaking out faintly, you wouldn’t have even noticed. He had no power or energy to do anything, it’s like your pussy snatched his soul from his body and he’s just laying there lifeless but with his cock still throbbing with need and joy.

“Mmm fuck baby, M’ gonna cum on your cock again, gonna make a creamy little mess on you toru” you moaned out, your head falling back as you squeezed a handful of your bouncing tits, he whines eagerly at your exclamations. The pit of your stomach flutters as you came undone on your boyfriend's cock once again, your juices leaking all around his shaft as your pussy squeezes around him like a vice, at this point, Satoru’s cheeks were so flushed and feverish.

Your body collapsed onto his with his cock still nested and marinating in your warm, cum-filled pussy as you brushed the stands of stray hairs that veiled his eyes before planting a sweet, gentle kiss on his forehead. There for no doubt that Satoru wasn’t asleep right now, you could just tell from his breathing patterns and it was sooo adorable to you.

Maybe you’ll give him some time to wake up before round five orrr was it six? starts again.

[leclerc-hs]

Have you seen the TikTok edit of the helmet video with Lando and Oscar?!?! If not look it up!!

AND if you wanted to write a helmet smut fic that would be sooo HOT, please!!!!

safety first - ln4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary: in which you always had a thing for lando in his helmet OR lando fucks you with his helmet on... warnings: smut smut smut!, helmet kink, dirty talk, language, literally just pure smut, face fucking, degradation....NOT PROOFREAD (might be typos or things that don't make sense bc I don't like re-reading things I write lol) word count: ~1.7k author's note: okay so posting this way earlier than I thought!!! idk if I'm crazy but I'm able to write smut so fast HAHA it just flows nicely for me (blushes like a slut)...anyways hope you guys like this!!! xoxo ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

You’re already naked.

Face pressed into the mattress, drooling into the sheets. While he kneels behind you. Slowly stroking his cock, that’s glistening with the slick he already teased out of you.

“You’re fuckin’ pathetic for this, y’know that?” His voice comes through the helmet all muffled. Filthy.

And it makes your legs shake.

“Y’see me in this and just lose every fuckin’ braincell in your head, yeah?”

You whimper, trying to lift yourself onto your elbows. But he slaps your ass. Hard. 

“Don’t move.” He grunts. “Not until I tell you to.”

You whimper into the sheet. Clenching around nothing.

“You wanna be treated like a slut for my helmet?” He laughs. “Fine. I’ll fuck you like one.”

And then he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, barely. Before pulling away.

“Soaking,” He chuckles. “Actually fuckin’ dripping onto the bed. All because of this stupid helmet.”

And your hips twitch back. Desperate for touch. Desperate for him.

But he doesn’t give it to you.

“No, no.” He holds your hips. “I want you to beg for it. C’mon.”

You groan. Face hot. “Please…please, fuck. Please give it to me…”

“Give you what?”

He drags the tip of his cock along your entrance again, teasing your clit just enough to make your body jolt.

“Your cock..fuck, Lan…please.”

“Not good enough.” His voice is low. Mean.

And your voice breaks. “I…I need your cock, Lan. Need it in me…while you wear that helmet. Please…please, fuck me.”

And then he’s finally thrusting into you. Deep.

You cry out. 

And he groans. Low. Hands gripping you harshly. Pressing into your skin like you’ll wither away if he doesn’t.

“Fuckin’ knew it.” He pants. “Knew this pussy would swallow me the second I put this on.”

You’re shaking. Moaning into the sheets because it’s too much. 

And he moves slower. Cruel. 

And still fucking talking.

“Didn't even have to touch you properly.”

You sob into the mattress. Soaked. Can feel it dripping down your thighs. Can hear it every time he slips in and out.

“Fuckin’ cockdumb already, yeah?” He laughs. “Barely even started.”

You try to lift your hips and grind against him. But his hand lands sharply against your ass again.

“No. You stay right there.” He demands. “Wanna act like a groupie, hm? Then you’ll get used like one.”

And then he’s fucking into you harder. Steady thrusts that leave you gasping.

“Should see yourself right now,” He pants. “Takin’ it soooo good, baby. Spread out and stuffed, full of me.” 

You try to speak. But all that comes out is a soft moan.

“Can’t talk?” He hugs. “What happened to all the whining earlier, baby?”

He leans in closer. Hand dragging up your spine, before resting on the back of your neck. Visor brushing against your skin in the process.

“Fuckin’ tell me you love this. Loved being ruined by me with my helmet on.”

“I…fuck,” His hips move deeper. “I love it.” And your voice is cracking.

“No. Say it right.”

You moan. “I love your helmet. Love being fucked with it on.”

And you scream when he slams in harder. Cock pulsing in you.

And he stays there. Balls deep. Holding. Letting you twitch around him.

And then he pulls out slowly. 

“Flip over.”

You’re dizzy. Breathless. Dazed. Moving too slow for him.

And he loses his patience. Pushing you over before grabbing you at your thighs. Yanking you to the edge of the bed. Your legs dangling, wide open.

And he’s looking down at you. Helmet on. Visor down.

And he groans. Head tilted.

“Look at you.” His hand rubs against the tip of his cock. Neck flushed red. Veiny. “So fuckin’ wet. Leaking down your thighs.”

He brings one hand down. Slips his fingers through your folds, and drags your slick. Smearing it over your clit with deliberate circles.

“God, you’re a fuckin’ mess.” He breathes.

You gasp. Arch.

“Turns you on, doesn’t it?” He laughs. “Knowin’ that I can’t even spit on you with this on…so I’ll use your own mess instead. Rub it all over you. Let you fuck yourself on it.”

And then he’s shoving two fingers in.

You cry out. He curls them inside you, fucking you slow.

“Could make you come again, yeah?” He huffs. “On my fingers. Just like this?”

And you do. 

Grinding against his hand like you can’t stop. Desperate.

“That’s it,” He groans. “Be a good little slut and fuck yourself on my hand.”

He jerks himself with his other hand, watching you.

And then when your eyes roll back he pulls his fingers out.

“Nu uh.” He grunts. “On your knees.”

You drop to your knees before he even finishes speaking. Hands scrambling to steady yourself, face flushed. Mouth open. Drooling.

And he’s looking down at you.

“That’s it…” He huffs. 

Fists his cock once. Slow. Just enough to tease himself. And he’s still wet with your slick. Still hard. Red and twitching.

Presses the tip to your tongue.

“You wanted this, yeah?” He grunts. “Said you wanted me to keep it on one day. So be useful with it.”

You moan as he pushes himself into your mouth. Lips wrapping around him and sucking him. Greedy. 

But the second you begin to move your head…to bob your head.

He stops you.

One hand reaching for the back of your neck. Gripping it tight.

“No. You don’t set the pace here.” He squeezes a little harder. “I do.”

And then he’s thrusting his hips.

Shoving himself into your mouth. Into your throat.

And you choke immediately. Spit slipping from the corners of your lips, eyes watering as he holds you in place. His cock twitching against your tongue.

“Look at that,” He pants, head tilted. “Cryin already and I’ve barely fucked your throat.”

He pulls out. 

And you gasp. Cough a little bit.

“Yeah, that’s it. Open up again.”

You do. Tongue out. Eyes watery.

And this time he fucks you with it.

No warning. Just one hand at the back of your neck, hair weaved through his fingers in a tight grip. The other on your jaw as he fucks himself into your mouth.

Your nose presses against his pelvis and the room echoes with the sounds of his moans and the choking sounds of your gags.

“So fuckin’ good f’me…” His head falls back. Neck veiny. 

He only lets go when you start to shake. Pulling himself out with a pop and long string of spit falling from your mouth.

You gasp. Moan. Cough.

And then he thrusts in again. Harder. Messier.

Your throat squeezes him every time he buries himself in. Spit leaking down to your chest. Tears on your cheeks.

And all you can see when you look up is the black visor.

Your own reflection staring back at you.

“Fuck…just like that..don’t stop. Fuck fuck…oh my…”

And then he groans. Loud. Muffled by the helmet.

And you feel him pulse. Hot. 

Pouring into your throat as you swallow around him.

And you’re still trembling when he pulls you back onto the bed. Barely able to catch a breath.

He’s laying flat on his back now. Helmet still on. One hand stroking his cock slowly. 

You climb over him. Aching. Straddle him with a shaky breath. Hands braced on his chest.

And for a moment you pause. Just to look at him.

The helmet. Impossible to ignore.

Neon chaos.

Jet black visor. Gloss finish. 

And somewhere in that curved reflection, you see yourself. Flushed.

And it makes you clench. Eyes widen as you stare at the helmet like it owns you.

And it does.

Because it’s him.

Lando. Neon. Reckless. Buried under that color, under you….

“Yeah,” he pants, a smirk hidden behind his helmet. “Y’like seeing yourself like that, don’t you?”

You reach down and line him up. Both of you groaning as you sink down. Until your ass is flush against him.

You both breathe for a moment. And then you begin moving.

But his hands are on you immediately, gripping you tight as you roll your hips and grind down. Fucking yourself onto him.

“You’re unreal,” He pants. “Fuckin glowing.”

You bounce harder. Sloppier. Hands on his chest as you fall onto his cock over and over. Moaning.

And then he’s speaking softer. Wrecked.

“Need to kiss you.”

And the words hit you like a punch. 

You gasp. Hips stuttering.

“I need it,” He says again. “Can’t…fuck..can’t breathe right in this fucking thing. Can’t even fuckin taste you.”

And then he’s sitting up rapidly, chest pressed to you. His helmet nearly hitting your face.

You clutch his shoulders. Whimpering.

And he’s grunting. Struggling with the strap, hands fumbling until the helmet finally loosens. And he yanks it off.

And then he looks at you.

Flushed pink, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead. His cheeks are red and blotchy. Lips parted from panting. His jaw is flexing like he’s trying to keep himself together, but his eyes. His eyes are wild. Dark.

He looks wrecked.

Looking at you like he’s been tortured from not being able to kiss you. And his mouth is so pink, so swollen that it makes you clench around him.

And then he’s grabbing your jaw and kissing you. All tongue and teeth. Hands grabbing your ass, pushing you down onto his cock even deeper. 

And he groans deep into your mouth. 

“Could fuck you forever,” He’s panting. “But need your mouth. Always.”

You moan into every kiss. Body trembling against him. Riding him with a frantic desperation.

“M’gonna…fuck…gonna come again.” You whisper.

“Good,” He breathes against you. “Wanna feel it.”

And you do.

You sob against his mouth. Clenching around him. Soaking him. 

“Wanna come inside you,” He gasps. “Please, baby…please let me come in this…”

You nod.

And he spills into you with a groan so loud that it makes your stomach twist.

Your bodies melt together. And for the first time all night, it’s silent.

Until he's tucking a stand of hair behind your ear.

“Y’let me do all that with the helmet on,” His thumb brushes against your lips. “But it’s this mouth….this fuckin mouth…that’ll be the death of me.”

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[himasgod]

can I request the overblot boys (hcs) with a fem reader who has curly hair. but when she went to twst she didn't get any products (Crowley would NOT give us shit) so she didn't do her curls until she got products and got to do her routine again and actually wear her curls for the first time in NRC

(if u don't do multiple ppl then can I js get Vil with this)

OVERBLOTS X READER

Where you have curly hair and you start to do your curls properly

Vil definitely noticed when your curls weren't defined, but he assumed it was a stylistic choice or a wash-and-go day.

When you walk into the hall with your curls fully revived and styled, he slowly raises an eyebrow.

"Oh? Darling, is that your natural curl pattern?"

When you tell him you finally got your products and could do your routine again, he's intrigued, and a little horrified that you had to go without proper haircare.

"Ugh. Typical of that insufferable man. No understanding of maintenance. None."

Vil goes into mentor mode.

"What's your curl type? 3A? 3C? Do you use heat? What's your drying method?"

He's already sketching a custom hair regimen in his mind.

He pulls a few strings and suddenly you have access to top-tier products from Pomefiore’s exclusive inventory.

You try to refuse, but he won't let you settle for “bargain-bin conditioner.”

"You were already beautiful, but now you're radiant. Your curls frame your face like a crown, and I expect you to treat them as such."

He'll teach you how to preserve them overnight, how to pineapple your hair, and even offer to silk-wrap your pillow if you stay over at Pomefiore.

Jamil has sharp eyes—you know he noticed your hair before, but he didn't comment.

He probably assumed the frizz or undefined curls were just how your hair always looked… until one day you walk into Scarabia with your full routine done, curls defined.

"… You did something different. Not that I was watching—I mean, I wasn't—well, I was, but not like—"

sighs internally

He's flustered.

It's cute.

You explain the whole “no products until now” thing and he’s immediately sympathetic.

"That's rough. Honestly, not surprised Crowley wouldn't think to provide that."

He offers to help you track down specific ingredients or oils if you want to DIY your routine—Scarabia’s got access to spices and natural oils you could definitely use.

He won't admit it directly, but your curls? Devastating to him.

He likes the way they bounce when you laugh and how your silhouette changes in the sunlight.

Occasionally brushes your curls out of your face without saying a word.

Kalim bursts in like: “You look AMAZING today!!”

Jamil mutters under his breath: “She looks amazing every day…”

Riddle is baffled the first time he sees you with your curls.

“You look… different today,” he says, trying to maintain composure.

He is staring. He does not mean to stare. But he is staring.

You explain it's your natural hair texture and that you couldn't do your curly hair routine before now because you didn't have the products.

"That is unacceptable. As a dorm leader, I demand that Crowley provide proper grooming necessities for all students. I'll write him an official complaint."

Once he realizes that this is how your hair looks when it's healthy and cared for, he starts complimenting it—awkwardly, but sweetly.

"Your curls suit you… No, I mean they frame your face well. Er, aesthetically pleasing… That's what I meant."

He secretly memorizes what products you tell like and restores them without you.

Leona notices the change immediately.

One afternoon, you walk into the botanical garden with your curls out and his eyes visibly track you from head to toe.

"Damn. That's what your hair actually looks like?"

He is shook.

He asks if he can touch it. Not in a weird way—he's just genuinely fascinated.

He's never seen curls like yours before and he's very tactile, so he'll run his fingers through a curl and let it bounce back, amused.

"You've been hiding this the whole time? Tch. Waste."

When you tell him you couldn't do your curls because you didn't have products, he gets pissed.

"That damn Crowley. Of course he'd dump a herbivore in here without even the bare minimum."

He will absolutely have stuff delivered from Sunset Savanna (or just swipe from someone's shipment).

Compliments your curls like it's no big deal.

"You look hot. Curls work for you. Keep it that way."

Refuses to admit he's been glancing at you more than usual.

Azul pretends he didn't notice the drastic change, but his reaction gives him away.

"Welcome to the Lou—uh, I mean—Yuu. You look… different. Not bad. I mean—good. You look good. Yes. That."

You explain the situation about not having curly hair products and its entire meaning shifts.

"I see. How inconsiderate of the Headmage not to equip you with proper grooming tools."

Azul offers to source imported hair products for you at a discounted rate. (You say no—he tries again.)

When he realizes how important this is to you, he tries a different approach: "For you, I could offer them for free. Consider it… good PR."

Lowkey develops a huge weakness for your curls.

He will deny it if Floyd teases him about it, but he definitely stars longer than he should when you play with them.

Secretly imagines you in a mermaid form with curls flowing in water like seafoam.

He doesn't even realize how romantic that is until later.

Idia is on his tablet as usual when you walk into Ignihyde, bouncing hair, curls finally in their full glory.

He looks up once—and then goes completely red.

His hair flares up in pink flames and he nearly drops his tablet.

"Is that… a new skin of yours?!"

You explain the curl care thing and the lack of products, and he just stares at you, like,

“They let you suffer like, without item drops?? That's current villain behavior.”

He goes into researching curly hair routines and Amazon-equivalents in Twisted Wonderland.

Next thing you know, there's a care package outside your door

Every time you wear your curls out, he turns into a stammering mess who can't look you in the eye.

Worships the curls but cannot verbalize it.

Ortho ends up saying it for him:

"Big Brother says you look great! Especially when your hair spirals like this!"

Malleus is so used to be excluded that when you come with your curls defined and radiant, he thinks it must be some kind of costume he wasn't informed about.

"Child of man… your hair is… glowing today"

You explain it's just your natural curls and that you couldn't do your routine before now because of the lack of products.

"So you had to wait to reveal your true hair form. Hm… I understand. Many dragons shed their scales to grow stronger."

He absolutely romanticizes your curls

“They remind me of the curling mist over Briar Valley’s hills at dawn… Spiraling, elegant~”

He offers to send servants to fetch “whatever oils or enchanted waters” you require.

You try to explain it's just gel and leave-in conditioner, but he insists on going above and beyond.

Touches a curl with curiosity.

“So soft…”

(he says it in awe, not creepily, promise.)

He's not shy about admiring you.

He will walk beside you proudly, staring at your curls as they blow in the wind, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

[karinasbaby]

haven’t seen lots of awareness brought to this in enhablr yet but i really wish all engenes could also post about & talk about the mistreatment they’re getting from belift. the way they haven’t had not even five days of rest the past two years is so concerning. the way the members’ healths are getting worse is so terrifying. they’re all so horrendously overworked and exhausted. we all saw jay’s injury and how they STILL made him perform despite the fact that his knee was injured. and now he’s on a hiatus that probably won’t even last that long considering how greedy their company is.

jake had to sit out from two different stages in their most recent concert and couldn’t even open his eyes when he was present for the other stages. heeseung can’t even properly perform with how overworked and exhausted he is. riki even spoke out about fainting in his weverse (whether it was a mistranslation or joke or not) this is all so terrifying. it’s so concerning because every engene knows how much enha love music & how much they love performing and having concerts for their fans.

their schedules for the past two years have literally been inhumane. comeback after comeback. tour after tour. event after event. concert after concert. belift is treating the members like they’re literal robots and the only people that can actually stop this is engenes themselves the longer you demand for a rest for the boys for no more comebacks and even boycott the higher of a chance enha will have a BREAK.

so please as an engene SPEAK OUT. repost reblog on here on every platform retweet on X share posts on tumblr use hashtags do whatever you can in your power for enha because it’s so clear they don’t have anyone else but us engenes when their own company is treating them like this.

mind you. they’re planning on making enhypen have another comeback at the final quarter of this year. AGAIN.

LET ENHYPEN REST ‼️

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[abandonedandforgottentimes]

Many of the younger ccs speaking up about Wilbur's manipulation is INCREDIBLY concerning, and I don't think they'll be the last. I think it's also a big indication that it happened to Tommy too, and that he'll take a while to respond. People demanding an immediate response need to remember that he was likely a victim of it too, he just may not have been aware of it.

I mean, Wilbur's ADMITTED he relied on Tommy for his mental health when he was still a minor. That is NOT something adults should ever do and it has always been odd to me. It also makes it very hard for the minor involved to leave the friendship, since they see themselves as responsible for the older person. I don't think I need to really go into how unhealthy that sort of thing is, it isn't an uncommon occurrence and lot of people will have a better explanation than me. But it is something to keep in mind, that Tommy may feel responsible or have been groomed to excuse the behavior.

The library stream is another example of the manipulation, and I'm surprised no one is talking about it. Tommy literally talked about how uncomfortable he was at Wilbur's house. It was cold, he had no blanket, he didn't want to keep staying there, he would rather be out in public at night in a strange place. Then Wilbur just shows up out of nowhere and tells Tommy he's misremembering/being dramatic and pretty much shuts him up, gets him to stop talking shit about him. Everyone's exasperation with Tommy in the situation (being a minor alone and uncomfortable and uncertain of what to do, far from home with nowhere to go), helped Wilbur pull Tommy back in and convince him to go back to his house, especially since it was passed off as Wilbur being caring.

It was obvious to me during the stream that Tommy was telling the truth and Wilbur was the one lying, but I figured he was just being defensive because he didn't want all that online. Now we know that he had a LOT more to hide about his living situation that he didn't want being spilled, and manipulators/abusers don't tend to like it when someone goes and starts talking about the truth. They want to downplay it as much as possible, and Wilbur showing up in person to shut Tommy up and make fun of him for not wanting to stay with him, make it more lighthearted, is incredibly telling and I'm surprised I haven't seen anyone point that out.

There are so many other things I found odd throughout the years that finally have a proper explanation to them, but that's just a few examples. I'm not going to get too much further into it. Wilbur isn't who we should be focusing on, I just needed to get that out to move on from it.

I do think pointing out that Tommy has openly been manipulated is important because it may cause him to take a while to respond openly to all this while he processes. If Wilbur treated so many of his ex-friends badly it's safe to assume he did it to all of them, and we need to give everyone involved time to stop and think about the situation. A lot of people want Tommy to respond immediately, but he will need time to do that and it's only fair we give him the space to do that properly.

I also think it is so, so incredible that Shelby has given so many people the space and bravery to come forward. I believe there will be more people speaking up soon, they just need time. Support her and other victims!

[st4rpiece]

dealing with a rude server

SWF

characters: luffy, zoro, law, crocodile x f! reader summary: how the guys would handle a server being rude/disrespectful towards you in front of them CW: not proofread, killing (law and crocodile), toxic behavior from servers, but mainly fluff [different kinds of reader traits are mentioned in different scenarios: allergies (not specified), height + weight (kind of specified), speech impediment (more specifically stuttering)]

Monkey D. Luffy

luffy doesn't bother reading the menu at any restaurant you guys go to, and that's because he gets the same thing every time; one of everything. you, however, love taking your sweet time examining the menu and familiarizing yourself with the items, especially if you guys are on a new island. 

another reason was because of your allergies, you wanted to make sure the food you were eating didn’t contain anything that could trigger a reaction. unfortunately, a lot of the food served at this particular restaurant contained that exact ingredient, so your options when it came to food were limited. usually, you'd pick a dish you’d like with a couple of new dishes to try, but as a precaution, you stuck to just one. 

while deciding, you noticed how overly friendly the server had been with luffy, answering all his weird questions and agreeing to his even weirder requests. had you been treated the same, you (like luffy) would’ve brushed it off as just over-the-top service, but you weren’t. it was clear that they had a thing for luffy, so clear that they didn’t even bother to hide their feelings towards you. 

while ordering, they would cut you off to properly pronounce a word you had mispronounced, or answer your questions in a condescending tone, a stark contrast to the way they had treated luffy. and although you didn't ask, they began recommending meals they knew you couldn’t have because you had already told them about your allergies. 

the treatment was unfair but not worth fighting over so despite all that, neither of you commented on their actions (although it was clear that luffy was bothered by it). he didn’t like that they would recommend a dish you couldn’t eat as if mocking you. still, he kept quiet, thinking that was all you guys had to deal with.

when your food arrived, and instead of getting what you ordered, you got the exact dish the server had recommended earlier. everything about it was exactly as they had advertised it to be, and while it did look and smelt nice, it wasn't what you ordered. luffy could turn a blind eye to any harm done to him, but he wasn’t as lenient when it came to you. seeing the server stand there with a smirk on their face as if they didn't just hand you something that could kill you pissed him off greatly. 

“is this some fucking joke?” luffy asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger as his eyes bore into the server, demanding an answer. 

“you know she didn’t order this,” he said, pointing at the offending plate in front of you. the server's eyes darted from luffy’s intense gaze to the food and back again, their cheeks flushing a deep red as they realized their mistake.

“i-i’m so sorry, i’ll get your order fixed right away,” they stammered, their hands trembling as they hastily retreated to the kitchen.

after the stunt they just pulled, their words do nothing to ease luffy’s anger or anxiety. so despite not being allowed in the kitchen, he still went. demanding he keep an eye on the cooks, making sure your dish was prepared quickly and correctly.

once it was done he would personally bring it out to you, intensely assessing you for any weird reactions as you took your first bite. after giving him the nod of approval and your usually happy smile, his eyes would light up with relief before joining indulging in his own meal.

Roronoa Zoro

zoro never orders his food cause he doesn’t care what he eats as long as there’s some good alcohol. so, by default, you've always been the one in charge of ordering. something you enjoyed doing because of the praise you'd get whenever he liked the dish you picked out. the server, unfamiliar with your relationship dynamic, placed all the attention on zoro, waiting for his order with little to no acknowledgment towards you.

“what are you looking at me for? she’s the one ordering,” he’d say, nodding his head in your direction. his brows furrowed in annoyance, eyeing the server intensely, watching them apologize frantically before they finally turned to you, giving you their undivided attention.

seeing this you began ordering a mountain of food; ones you liked, ones you knew he’d like, and a couple of new things for you both to try. you were ordering a lot, especially for just two people, but with zoro’s appetite and your love for trying new dishes, you knew it wouldn't go to waste. the server, watching you order all this food, couldn’t keep their negative thoughts to themselves. 

“no wonder she’s so big,” they mumbled under their breath as they wrote down the rest of your order. unprepared for the sudden blade aimed directly at their neck, scaring them in the process.

“come again?” zoro asked, his brows still furrowed, but this time in anger as his blade hovered mere inches from their neck.

the restaurant was silent, the usual chatter of customers and clanging of kitchenware had ceased abruptly. the server’s eyes were wide with terror. they truly didn’t think anyone could hear them.

“i-i just meant she’s tall and muscular like she must work out a lot!” they stuttered, their voice trembling.

zoro’s grip tightened around the blade, the insult was clear. you both knew what she meant; still, he decided to withdraw his blade, sliding it back into its sheath.

“watch your fucking mouth,” he warned his voice a dangerously low rumble that sent a shiver down their spine. they nodded fervently, their eyes never leaving the spot where the blade had just been. after apologizing some more, they quickly left to go get your food, not wanting to anger him even more. 

her words didn’t bother you, and if they did you could’ve easily handled it, but the sight of your usually level-headed boyfriend threatening someone’s life for your sake was pretty hot. you couldn’t help but tease him about it, loving the way his ears redden in response.

Trafalgar Law

law doesn’t eat out much, nothing against it he just hates rowdy places, the extroverted personality of his crew was enough for him to deal with. however, after getting together with you, he found himself at a lot of different restaurants watching you gush over a new dish, excited to recreate them back on the submarine. he usually kept quiet while you ordered, trusting your judgment on whatever you picked for him. 

food was one of the few outlets that allowed you to express yourself without words. due to your speech impediment, you tended to avoid talking to anyone you weren’t close with, as it was something you were insecure about. but, when it came to food, you could ramble all day regardless of how many times you stuttered. and it helps that all of the restaurants you've been to had servers who were patient and kind, giving you the time to order without judgment. 

when visiting a new place law would always ask if you wanted him to order instead, usually after assessing the environment of the restaurant or, in this case, the server's attitude. one he picked up on as they gave their introduction still, you insisted on being the one to order. things were going fine with you ordering as you normally would, before becoming aware of the growing look of disinterest and impatience on the server's face. this made you feel like you were taking too much of their time, causing you to speed up, rushing through your words. something you instantly regretted after coming across a word you weren’t familiar with, butchering it along with your stutter.

noticing the sudden shift in your mood, law takes your hand, drawing small circles on your palm as a way to calm you down. but the warmness from his hands was overshadowed by the muffed chuckle from your server. you weren't sure if they were laughing at your pronunciation or at your stutter either way, you were too embarrassed to say anything else. 

“what's so funny?” he asked, a noticeable edge in his voice. the server, however, failed to detect it.

“my apologies,” they said insincerely, mockery evident in their eyes. “what was it that you wanted again?”

you didn't bother answering instead, turning to your boyfriend, hoping he’d take over. unprepared for the sight of the server’s heart clutched in his hands. 

coming face to face with their heart made them realize the gravity of the situation that they were in, but before they could plead for their life, law squeezed tightly around their heart, silencing them with the pain. 

“get us a different server,” he demanded, watching them frantically search for the nearest coworker with a gaping hole in their chest drawing the attention of the nearby patrons. after arriving with their replacement, they began apologizing for their actions, hoping that law would spare them. 

as if he'd spared them after disrespecting you like that. so in front of the new server and all of the patrons watching law, pierced his sword right through their heart, killing them on the spot. the atmosphere in the restaurant completely chilled as everyone was shocked at the lifeless body on the ground while you and law remained unfazed.

“go on baby tell her what you wanted” and that's exactly what you did telling the new waitress who patiently waited for your next words about what you and law would be having that evening.

Sir. Crocodile

despite him being the leader of a wanted criminal group with a bounty of over one billion berries on his head, crocodile always finds the time to spoil you even when he isn't home. you'd wake up to mountains of gifts or a surprise solo trip to one of the summer islands. while being with him, you never had to ask or even lift a finger crocodile's always a step ahead, catering to your every need. 

as someone so used to being independent, dating someone like crocodile made you feel so fragile and princess-like. despite your initial barriers, you loved depending on him for simple things you could easily do on your own. like holding doors, planning dates, tying your shoes/putting on your heels, and choosing your meals. it’s been two years, and you’ve stopped reaching for doors and picking what to eat, always letting him do it. 

but what you loved the most was being able to spend quality time with him, something you couldn't do often due to his hectic "job." sometimes you'd go months without seeing him, so whenever you guys had that downtime, you cherished it.

he had just returned home after being away for a month, establishing a base in the south blue, and while he doesn't think it's something worth celebrating he knows you do. so, he made dinner reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants on the winter island. it was a pretty restaurant with an even prettier view, but despite the warm atmosphere you couldn't help but be bothered by the server's attitude.

while crocodile ordered you noticed the server's lust-filled gaze as they looked at him, but what bothered you wasn't her looking at him (you knew your man was fine) it was how she purposefully ignored your presence while doing so. for the sake of keeping peace, you don't call her out, planning to vent about it to him later.

after the server left crocodile got a call from mihawk and you figured it was urgent since mihawk never calls unless it was.

“i’ll be right back baby, just need to take this,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead before leaving to take his call.

not long after, the server returns with your drinks with the same flirty smile that immediately drops the moment they noticed he was gone. 

“the sex must be real good if he’s willing to take someone like you here,” they mumbled disgust evident in their voice as they sized you up.

“and what? you think he’d bring someone like you here instead?” you asked. your tone and expression filled with mockery as you returned their heated gaze. it was clear they had expected their words to have a greater effect on your confidence not expecting you to have a sharp tongue.

“don’t get so cocky, i’m sure you're not the only one he’s seeing,” they said with a sneer, their voice rising slightly above the murmur of the restaurant unaware of the looming figure behind them.

while making his way back to your table crocodile had managed to catch the last bit of their words. he didn’t know what they were talking about or who started the argument and honestly he didn’t care. they had disrespected you and to him that good enough reason to kill them. without bothering to make his presence known, he snaps their neck earning a chorus of gasps from the horrified patrons as they watched the servers body drop dead on the floor. his expression unchanged, as he wordlessly looks around looking for the nearest worker, requesting a different table with a new server.

the manager rushes over, sweat beading on his forehead as he frantically apologize for the disturbance the dead server had caused. crocodile calmly hands him a wad of cash, enough to cover the meals of the entire restaurant for the night. "make it right," he instructed, his voice as smooth as the whiskey in his glass.

the man nodded fervently, snapping at his staff to clean up and move them to a different section. the murmurs grew louder as people whispered about what they had just witnessed. but crocodile's eyes remained on you, his hand reaching out to take yours. "you okay?" he asked his grip firm and reassuring.

“oh please,” you said rolling your eyes at his unnecessary worry. “as if her words could bother me. i know you’re all mine,” you said taking a sip from your wine and watching as his eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.

“damn right, i am,” his voice was a low growl sending a shiver down your spine, not one of fear but of excitement.

One Piece Masterlist

having an idea is so much more fun then actually writing down that idea T~T plus i had no time to write these past couple of days due to school. (neuroscience has been kicking my ass).

also i hope i did the reader traits justice or at least done them properly (if not let me know so I can tweak it!)

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this !! (wrote mini version for the usual people but i ran out of ideas so theres no part 2 :p)

and for those that sent requests i see you and i promise will get to them when i have time 😭😭

[beasangel]

what they don’t know p1

⤷ joel miller x ditzy!reader

💭“Don’t listen to them. You’re the only good thing I got left.”

you didn’t know joel felt anything until the night he kissed you. Now you’re tangled in something real and raw, and the world around you doesn’t understand. joel doesn’t care. not when you’re already his.

part 2 joel masterlist main masterlist

a/n i put ditzy cuz it's not what i would see as a bimbo but my friend said that's what this is, so you'll have to make up your own mind

At first, you thought Joel Miller didn’t like you at all.

He was gruff. Distant. Always watching you with that look, half irritation, half exhaustion, as if your presence made his day harder. He never laughed at your, admittedly shitty, jokes. Barely responded when you smiled. Whenever you spoke, he’d cut you off with some muttered “You done?” or “Ain’t got time for this.”

And yet…

He always knew where you were.

Always checked that you had food in your bag, that your boots were laced properly, that you weren’t sneaking off somewhere dangerous. “You ain’t stupid, so stop acting like it,” he’d mutter when you wandered too far from the group. When you tripped on ice outside the Jackson fence line and scraped your knee, he didn’t say a word- just picked you up and carried you like it didn’t mean anything.

You didn’t think much of it. You thought maybe he looked out for you because no one else did.

People saw you as sweet, but silly. Naïve, they called it. Ditzy. You liked soft things and old songs and took too long at the market because you couldn’t decide between canned peaches or soup. They’d smile at you like you were a child. Not malicious, just dismissive.

So when Joel started paying attention, you assumed he was just another person who thought you couldn’t take care of yourself.

You didn’t know he watched you for another reason. You didn’t know he noticed how when it came to what you loved you spoke so eloquently. How when you came across injured animals you took time to calm it. And how other saw that and still treated you like you weren’t worth the air you breathed.

You didn’t know until he kissed you.

You’d just returned from a run, cold, tired, and frustrated. Someone had mocked you the whole way there and back, calling you “Joel’s little charity case.” Saying you probably got him to protect you by batting your eyelashes and letting him touch you.

You told Joel about it. Not expecting comfort, just needing to say it out loud.

He didn’t speak for a long time. Just stood in the doorway of the small house you'd been using, arms crossed, jaw tight. You could barely look at him, your throat hot with embarrassment.

“I ain’t protectin’ you 'cause I think you're weak,” he said finally, voice low. “I do it ‘cause I can’t stand the thought of somethin’ happening to you.”

You blinked up at him. “Joel...?”

He looked at you like he’d already said too much. Like he regretted it instantly. But then he stepped closer.

And kissed you. Hard and quiet and full of all the things he never knew how to say.

You didn’t sleep that night. Not really. You lay curled into his chest, warm beneath borrowed blankets, while your brain replayed everything over and over again.

People didn’t like it.

They already judged you for being young and soft in a place that demanded hard edges. But now they looked at Joel like he was the problem. Like he’d taken something that didn’t belong to him. They whispered louder now. Stared longer. Made comments when they thought you weren’t listening.

“Midlife crisis?”

“Guess he he is just that kinda man.”

“Wonder what she’s getting out of it.”

And Joel, he took it. Said nothing. Shoulders square, jaw locked, like he could carry it for both of you.

But the one that hurt worst was Ellie.

She was already angry with him, for what you not quite , and your presence only made it worse.

She’d look at you and smile thinly. Say things like: “Wow, Joel. Bet she reminds you of better days, huh?” Or to you: “He got you on a leash, or do you just follow him around ‘cause you don’t know better?”

She tried to play it off as teasing, but the hurt behind her words was too sharp to ignore. And Joel… Joel didn’t know how to fix any of it.

Sometimes you’d watch him watch her and you’d wonder if you made it worse. If being close to him meant everyone else had to fall away.

Still, Joel never left.

He kept showing up, kept holding you like you were something precious in a world full of rot. He’d tuck your scarf tighter around your throat when it snowed. Rub your hands between his when they got too cold. Sit behind you in bed with his legs bracketing yours and grumble about your bad posture while brushing your hair.

He called you things he’d never say in front of others.

“Sweetheart.”“My girl.”“Jesus, look at you.”

And sometimes, when he thought you were asleep, you’d feel his breath against your shoulder and hear him whisper: “Don’t listen to them. You’re the only good thing I got left.”

You still get looks. Still hear the whispers.

But every time Joel chooses you, soft, messy, too young you, it makes something bloom in your chest. Something fierce. Something real.

You might be ditzy. You might be too kind, too trusting, too whatever. But Joel sees you.

And even if the world never understands what you are to each other… You do.

-

part 2

[ditzydoe444]

Okay okay, but Jason and Roy do one hell of a good cop bad cop routine. Mean!Jason all the way, Roy is a sucker and can't resist her puppy dog eyes. Especially during sex when Jason is hell bent on edging her the whole night, Roy will push him aside to make her cum and put her out of her misery. He'll cuddle her while she sobs and shakes, glaring at Jason for "being mean". I love this kind of combo, Jason sluts her out while Roy make sweet love

MDNI 18+

“m-mph need to come!” you whined as jason gripped your hips tightly as he fucked your cunt from behind, having you bent over the edge of the mattress.

you tried to move to match his thrusts to get some sort of release, but he shoved you back down on the mattress with his hand on the back of your head. “don’t even dare, you’ll come when i let ya,” he grunted as he fucked you like a toy.

jason has been edging you for the past few minutes, denying you of your orgasm, watching as your swollen folds take him in and beg for a release.

��let the poor girl come jay, you’ve done enough,” roy’s low voice cuts in as he sat on the edge of the bed, next to you as he fisted his cock.

“nah, she’s been bratty and demanding she’ll learn her fucking lesson,” jason grumbled as his thrusts picked up, your whines increasing as you sobbed onto the mattress.

“ it’s my turn, you’ve taken double already,” roy speaks as he shifted his position. jason groaned, the two would usually take turns, being polar opposites as jason would edge you until you broke whilst roy would kiss your tears away.

jason pulled out, watching the way your puffy folds clenched around nothing. he sat back on the edge of the bed where roy was and began fisting his cock, watching roy slide into your pussy.

“n-ngh so sore,” you mumbled as drool dribbled down your chin.

“i know baby, i know, ill take care of you yeah?” roy reassured softly as he gently brushed the hair covering your face before thrusting into you.

“uh-h,” you moaned as he hits all of your soft spots, the mattress creaking.

his thrusts weren’t harsh and punishing like jason but more determined to make you come after being edged.

“m-mph!” you whined as your hands gripped the sheets tugging it. “i’m gonna cum roy,” you mumbled as your body went limp on the mattress, roy’s thrusts getting harder.

“come sweetheart,” he whispered softly, gently squeezing your lower stomach coaxing your release. in a matter of seconds you came hard, coating his cock with your slick.

he pulled out, coming onto his hands as he pumped himself. “i’ll go clean you up yeah?” he gently tapped your ass as you laid bent over the mattress like before.

roy returned back to the room with a towel, gently wiping you down before throwing the towel away. “hey you there?” he whispered softly as he gently nudged to you coax you out of whatever headspace you were in.

“tried roy,” you mumbled as snuggled deeper into the mattress burying your face.

“i know, just let me carry you to bed properly ok? you’ll get sore bent like this.”

slowly, roy carried you in his arms before placing you down on the mattress cuddling you in his strong arms. you were a mess to say the least. the way you were shaking with tears welling up in your eyes displayed how overstimulated you were.

whilst you snuggled in his arms as he rubbed comforting circles on your back as you cried he glared at jason. roy was always softer, treating you like a princess in bed whilst jason was the total opposite.

[girlinterupptedsblog]

hi! could you write nerd!Rafe unexpectedly domming bully!reader. Like he turns her into a mindless slut for bullying him

Lesson in Respect

Pairing: Nerd!Rafe Cameron x Popular!You

Warnings: Smut, degradation, dumbification, bullying, choking, light humiliation, power dynamics, rough sex, orgasm control/denial, spanking, Rafe putting you in your place.

You had been pushing Rafe for months.

The nerdy, quiet kid with glasses who always did what you wanted. You teased him, made him carry your books, called him your little nerd like he was your pet. And he let you. He never fought back, never told you no.

It made you cocky.

Made you think he was weak.

But you were dead wrong.

It happened fast. One second, you were teasing him at the party like always—mocking the way he never stood up for himself, running your fingers along his chest just to fluster him—

And the next, you were shoved into a dark room, the door locking behind you.

Your breath caught.

Rafe stood in front of you, eyes dark behind his glasses, looking nothing like the shy, quiet boy you were used to.

He took a slow step forward, backing you into the wall.

“You think you run shit, don’t you?” His voice was low, calm. Dangerous.

You blinked. “What—”

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your throat. Not tight, just firm.

Your stomach dropped.

“That’s cute,” he murmured. “But I’m done playing your little game.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

“You think I didn’t notice?” His other hand trailed up your thigh, pushing your skirt up roughly. “How wet you get when you bully me? How fucking desperate you are for me to finally do something about it?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “I don’t—”

A sharp smack landed on your ass, making you jolt.

“Shut up,” he ordered.

Your breath stuttered.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You’ve spent months treating me like your fucking plaything. Tonight, I’m putting you in your place.”

Before you could process it, he spun you around, pressing your chest against the wall.

“You like pushing me?” He shoved your panties down. “Then you can take what’s coming to you.”

You gasped as his fingers dragged through your soaked folds.

“Pathetic,” he muttered. “This pussy’s already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

Your legs trembled.

“Tell me,” he demanded, voice smooth, commanding. “What do you say when you want something?”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to play into whatever sick game this was.

Another sharp smack landed on your ass.

“What do you say?”

You swallowed hard. “P-please.”

He hummed, pleased.

“Much better.”

Then, without warning, he shoved two fingers inside you, curling them deep.

You moaned, forehead pressing against the door.

“Look at you,” he mocked, fucking you slow and deep with his fingers. “All that attitude gone. Nothing but a dumb little slut now.”

Your breath hitched.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” His fingers moved faster. “To be put in your place?”

You whimpered, nodding desperately.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty. You almost cried out in frustration, but the sound of his belt unbuckling shut you up real quick.

A sharp tug on your hair yanked your head back.

“Open your mouth.”

You obeyed without thinking.

He shoved his fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, be a good little slut and take what I give you.”

And then he was inside you—deep, stretching you open in one brutal thrust.

You choked on a moan, legs trembling as he filled you completely.

“That’s it,” he groaned, gripping your hips tight. “Take it.”

His pace was ruthless, fucking you hard against the wall, making you take every inch.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He grabbed your throat again, squeezing lightly. “To be fucked like the dumb little slut you are?”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think.

He was wrecking you.

Using you.

Fucking you so hard, so deep, you could barely stay standing.

His grip tightened. “Say it.”

“I—I’m your slut,” you gasped.

A low growl rumbled in his chest.

“Damn right you are.”

His pace quickened, slamming into you harder, faster.

You felt yourself unraveling, pleasure coiling so tight you could barely breathe.

“I’m—Rafe, I’m gonna—”

But he pulled out completely.

You sobbed at the loss, clenching around nothing.

“Oh, you thought you’d get to cum?” He chuckled darkly. “That’s cute.”

Your knees nearly gave out.

“Maybe if you beg,” he mused.

You swallowed your pride. “Please.”

He smirked. “Good girl.”

Fucking you deep and slow, making you feel every inch, every drag. Choking you, spanking you, whispering filth into your ear until you were nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 THEY WERE JUST TEENAGERS — AND THEY SAVED YOUR SORRY PLANET (A Blacksite Eulogy for the Original Mighty Morphin Power Rangers)

While you were crying over your overpriced Panera sandwich, while your parents were arguing about grass-fed artisanal pork, there were teenagers out there throwing hands with cosmic death witches.

Not grown men. Not Marines. Not government agents.

Teenagers. With SAT prep books in one hand and power coins in the other.

And they didn’t ask for permission. They didn’t file complaints. They didn’t demand safe spaces.

They got summoned to an interdimensional command center — and signed up for war in f*cking color-coded armor.

🛑 NO ONE GIVES THEM ENOUGH RESPECT

They weren’t trained assassins. They weren’t getting hazard pay. Half of them probably still had algebra homework they weren’t going to finish.

And yet —

While you and your emotional support latte were arguing about pronouns, they were out there spin-kicking mud zombies in the throat.

No Kevlar. No congressional backup. No antidepressants.

Just teenage testosterone, spandex, and enough inner rage to crater a moon.

💀 THE ENEMY ROSTER:

Rita Repulsa: Cosmic Witch Aunt with evil goals, a questionable skincare routine, and a vocal fry that could sterilize a goat.

Goldar: A winged ape covered in gold armor who sounded like he gargled motor oil every morning. (Respect. Goldar was a beast.)

Putties (or "Puddies" — who gives a shit): Literal clay zombies who showed up to every fight like crash test dummies with ADHD.

And how did the Rangers treat them?

Like discount punching bags.

Spin kicks. Flying knees. Dropkicks to the throat. They didn’t even need a full morph sometimes — just boots and bad attitudes.

🧠 YOU THINK YOUR FINAL EXAMS WERE HARD?

Try being 16 years old and having:

Zords to pilot

Death beams to dodge

Homework still due by Monday

And if you failed?

You didn’t just get a bad grade. You got vaporized by a space tyrant.

🛡️ NO COMMITTEE HEARINGS. NO PITY PARTIES.

They didn’t sue Rita. They didn’t file grievance reports with Zordon.

They threw hands. They flipped over concrete. They somersaulted over explosions that would liquefy most Instagram influencers.

They woke up, morphed up, and chose violence.

And they did it without adult supervision.

Because guess what? The adults weren’t going to save sh*t.

🧠 TL;DR

They didn’t have backup.

They didn’t get applause.

They didn’t have TikTok therapists dissecting their trauma.

They had helmets, flips, and fists.

You owe your 90s childhood to five high schoolers who said yes to the ugliest job offer in galactic history — and threw hands until the cosmos learned their names.

💣 CALL TO ACTION:

🔁 Reblog if you know the Rangers deserved hazard pay and a pension by 18 🦖 Save this if you ever wanted to Falcon-punch a Putty like it owed you lunch money 🛡️ Send it to the friend who still does roundhouse kicks when no one’s looking 🔥 Bookmark it if you know Zordon’s draft was the last time teenagers were built properly

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[orangeblossomsintheair]

BUTCHERED TONGUE | CS55

summary : carlos is going to teach you spanish whether you like it or not.

wc: 0.9k

an : this is a thing my bf does to me so i thought it’d be cute :> non-spanish speaking reader!!

Carlos’ latest obsession is, by far, the most infuriating one yet.

Forget about his short-lived fascination with perfecting latte art or his undying allegiance to the soccer team he won’t shut up about. No, this is worse.

He has declared it his personal mission to teach you Spanish.

The most maddening part? His methods. Subtle? No. Gentle? Not a chance. He’s decided that every sweet moment between you is an opportunity to slip in a little Español.

You’re tangled in the blankets, half-asleep, basking in the comfort of a warm bed when you feel the mattress dip beside you. A soft breath brushes against your cheek, then, nothing. Silence.

Your eyes remain closed, waiting for the familiar morning kiss.

Nothing.

You frown. “…Carlos?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re just… sitting there?”

A pause. Then, his voice, far too smug for the hour, “I’m waiting.”

“For what?” you mumble, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

“For you to ask me properly.”

You crack one eye open. He’s leaning over you, grinning like a cat who caught the canary. “Carlos,” you groan, “kiss me.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “No, no, no, bebé. En español, por favor.” in spanish, please

Your glare could set the room on fire. “Carlos, it’s too early for this.”

“¿Demasiado temprano para aprender?” Too early to learn?

He gasps dramatically. “Nunca es demasiado temprano para aprender español.” It's never too early to learn Spanish

You groan louder, rolling onto your stomach. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m a dedicated teacher.”

“You’re an obnoxious teacher.”

Carlos leans in closer, lips hovering just out of reach. “Say it. Dámelo.”

Your brain, still fogged with sleep, tries to piece together his demand. “Dámelo… what does that even mean?”

His grin widens. “It means ‘give it to me.’ Very fitting, no?”

You grab a pillow and launch it at his face. He catches it effortlessly, laughing.

“¡Violencia!” he cries, clutching the pillow to his chest. “Is this how you treat your teacher? After all I do for you?”

“Carlos,” you growl.

“Yes, mi amor?”

“Just. Kiss. Me.”

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Pídemelo bien.” Ask me better.

You let out a strangled noise. “You’re impossible!”

“I’m waiting~”

You squeeze your eyes shut, gathering the shreds of your dignity. “Carlos, dame un beso.” Carlos, give me a kiss

A satisfied hum leaves his throat. “Mmm, qué bonita suenas cuando hablas español.” Mmm, you sound beautiful when you speak Spanish

And finally—finally—his lips meet yours, soft and warm. You melt instantly, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer.

But it’s over too quickly.

You blink up at him, betrayed. “That’s it?”

He taps his lips. “Your pronunciation was a little off.”

Your mouth drops open. “Excuse me?!”

Carlos laughs, dodging the swipe you aim at him. “Relax, bebé, I’m kidding. Mostly.” He settles back on his elbows, still grinning. “But if you want another one… conjugate el verbo ‘besar’ en presente.” Conjugate the verb 'to kiss' in the present tense

You groan so loudly it rattles the windows. “Carlos!”

“What? It’s very simple. Yo beso, tú besas, él besa…” I kiss, you kiss, he kisses

“Nosotros rompemos,” you snap, throwing the blankets over your head. We're breaking up

Carlos bursts into laughter. “Oh, so now you can conjugate!”

You peek out just enough to glare at him. “You are so lucky you’re cute.”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Y tú eres muy afortunada de tenerme.” And you are very lucky to have me

You huff but can’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. What’s ‘kiss me again’ in Spanish?”

Carlos lights up like you handed him a trophy. “Bésame otra vez.”

You try to repeat it, but your tongue stumbles. “Bes…a…me otra vez?”

His eyes soften. “Perfecto.”

You hum, feigning thoughtfulness. “And what’s ‘stop being annoying’?”

Carlos gasps. “Deja de ser molesto. But that’s not nearly as romantic.”

“Oh, but it’s accurate.”

“You wound me.” He clutches his chest. “After all this effort to enrich your mind-”

“To torture me.”

“-to nurture your linguistic abilities-”

“Molesto.” Annoying

Carlos leans in, eyes gleaming. “You love it.”

Unfortunately, you kind of do.

—-

Later, Carlos continues his relentless campaign.

You’re in the kitchen, trying to make coffee, when arms wrap around your waist. A chin rests on your shoulder.

“¿Qué haces?” he murmurs into your neck. What're you doing?

You sigh. “Trying to survive.”

“That’s not Spanish.”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“That’s also not Spanish.”

You sigh deeply. “Estoy… intentando… sobrevivir.” I'm trying to survive

Carlos squeezes you, proud. “¡Muy bien!” Very good

“Coffee first. Spanish later.”

“Coffee is Spanish. Café.”

You elbow him lightly. “Stop.”

He laughs but doesn’t let go. “Okay, okay. But when you drink it, say está delicioso.”

“If I spill it on you, that’s intentional.”

“Intencional. Good job, bebé!”

You groan but can’t help laughing.

—-

By afternoon, Carlos has moved on to labeling objects around the house with sticky notes.

You walk into the living room and find the remote with a bright yellow note: control remoto.

The fridge: refrigerador.

Even the dog is not spared, a tiny note precariously taped to its collar: perro.

You stare at Carlos, who is sitting smugly on the couch.

“Really?”

“What? Visual aids are very effective.”

“You labeled the dog.”

Carlos shrugs. “Perro needs to know who he is.”

The dog glares at him and stalks off.

You pluck a sticky note off the lamp. “This is getting out of hand.”

Carlos leans forward. “You’re learning, though.”

“I’m learning to throw these at you.”

“Lánzamelos. Go ahead.” Throw them at me

You throw one at his forehead. It sticks. He doesn’t even blink.

“Wow. Fluent.”

—-

By evening, you’re curled up on the couch, Carlos half-asleep beside you.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you murmur.

“Mmm. Ridículo.”

You nudge him. “I’m serious.”

His eyes crack open, lazy and soft. “But you’re learning.”

You sigh, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah.”

Carlos smiles, eyes closing again. “Te quiero, bebé.” I love you, baby

You smile against his shirt. “Love you too.”

A beat.

“Say it in Spanish.”

You groan into his chest. “Carlos-”

“Come on…”

“…Yo también te quiero.” I love you too

Carlos hums contentedly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Perfecta.”

[ashtavula]

Could I please request Diasomnia reacting to a long-lost childhood friend? Like they declared they would marry you one day, but you left unexpectedly and without warning. Now they've finally seen you again and all the old emotions come flooding back.

omfg this is such a cute idea!!

cw: spoilers for book 7

Diasomnia meeting their childhood friend again

Malleus:

-As soon as he lays eyes on you again, all of the air leaves his lungs. It's you. Despite everything, it's you. His feet carry him towards you, and you barely have time to register that he's in front of you before you're engulfed in a tight embrace. Malleus murmurs your name over and over, demanding to know why you abandoned him. Do you know how lonely he was without his beloved fiancée? Do you know how often he wished upon all the stars in the sky that you would return to him? And now you're back, in his arms, where you belong.

-You might think think that Malleus has forgotten his old promise to you, but he starts to refer to you as his fiancée as soon as you're reunited. When you try to brush him off, stating that it's silly to hold him to the words he spoke as a small child, Malleus pouts. He still loves you, and he still wants to marry you. And he intends to prove his devotion by putting a ring on your finger.

Lilia:

-Lilia feels like crying when he sees you again. It's been centuries, but he never forgot you. You let out a startled yelp as he suddenly appears behind you, tackling you to the ground. Lilia practically sobs out your name, burying his face against your chest. He thought he'd lost you, just like he'd lost Maleanor and Raverne. But you came back, and he promises to never let you go again. You are both his first love, and his last.

-You're surprised to see that Lilia's more laid-back now than he was when you were children together. But his desire to take care of you hasn't faded at all. Lilia still tries to feed you, and he still acts out to get your attention. And he still refers to you as his betrothed, despite your ages. When you roll your eyes at him, claiming that both of you are far too old for childhood jokes, Lilia wonders if you'll still think his feelings are a joke when he actually proposes to you properly.

Silver:

-He thinks he's dreaming at first. There's no way you're standing in front of him. Before he can think about it, Silver is reaching out and grasping your hand. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your warm fingers, and he tugs you closer, his strong arm circling around your waist. Silver leans down, and he presses his forehead against yours. He sighs out your name, and he pulls back to kiss your hand, still in his grasp. When he looks at you again, you can see his eyes soften, and his lips curve into that old, familiar smile. He spent so long dreaming about you, and now he has the real you in front of him.

-Silver immediately starts treating you the same way he did when you were both children. He shows you the animals he's befriended, letting you pet their soft bodies, and he keeps bringing you food he's made. And when he sleeps, he tries his best to stay close to you. When he wakes up from one of his naps to see you smiling down at him, just like you used to do, Silver feels his heart swell. You accepted his marriage proposal when you were kids. Now Silver is hoping you'll say yes again.

Sebek:

-When Sebek sees you again, he feels oddly conflicted. His feelings for you haven't changed, but he worries that you left because he wasn't good enough for you. Still, he can't resist the desire to be a part of your life again. And so Sebek approaches you, intent on finding out if you remember him. He gets his answer when you hug him tightly, happy to be reunited with your old friend. Sebek's cheeks flush, and he scoops you up, crushing you to his chest as he returns your embrace. He hopes that you won't notice his heart pounding as he buries his face in your hair.

-Sebek hasn't really changed since his childhood. He's still loud, and energetic. He still tries to protect you from anything that moves in your vicinity, and he still puffs out his chest with pride when you praise him. And Sebek still refers to you as his fiancée. When you try to dissuade him from doing that, he gets huffy. He insists that he made a promise to you, and that a knight always keeps their promises. And it doesn't take long for him to make that promise real by presenting you with a ring.

[freddleafton12345-blog]

Nsfw thought about doing it with the fiercest warrior of the Echidna tribe (female reader!)

I firmly believe Knuckles will worship your entire being. Even the ground you walk on. He's definitely the type of man who will kiss every inch of your skin. Breasts, tummy, thighs, he wants you to know how much he cares for you.

Though the 1st few tries you guys had with sex were sort of awkward. You felt scared that he might go too rough and accidentally hurt you, so you made up an excuse as to why he couldn't claim you. He bought it.

Then it happened again. And again. And again.

Finally the poor thing asked if you feared becoming his mate. You felt bad for hurting his feelings so you told him the truth that you feared his strength.

"My love.." he began, gently taking your small hands in his. "No force on earth could ever make me even think of hurting you. You are a goddess sent from the heavens themselves. I will make sure you are worshipped, loved, and satisfied for as long as you want."

And that's all it took for you to feel more eager to go all the way

~~~~~

- he tends to focus on your pleasure. Not his own. However he would like to release as much of his seed as he can into you, so he KNOWS your truly his

- he's got tons, and I mean TONS of stamina. He can probably go for 10 rounds before he needs a break

- he's always asking "is this okay, my love?" "My dear, are you sure you want me to go faster/harder?" He wants to make sure you aren't hurt!

- bites. He claims his mark will let others know you're taken, and already claimed. Expect to wake up in the morning with hickeys everywhere on your body (Tom and Maddie didn't notice because you put on makeup to hide the marks, much to Knuckles dismay XD)

- he loves it when you scream his name and grab his quills as he eats you out. You're like the best feast he ever got to taste. Your screams let him know he's doing his most valuable mission, aka, pleasing you till you're satisfied. (Tho the 1st time you screamed in pleasure, he thought he hurt you and stopped immediately 😭)

- he doesn't know much about how humans have many different positions. He's usually got you in a mating press, or he's on his knees, eating you out. He'll be open to other positions if you bring it up. He wants to learn as much as he can so he can properly treat you like the queen you are!

- when you 1st sucked him off he was honestly baffled. You sure had guts to be the one who started engaging in such activities with the last member of the Echidna's. It turned him on, but he won't admit that XD

- he doesn't get super loud. He typically let's out soft grunts and growls, and his tail wags a bit when he's nearing his release

- I think he probably has struggled in the past with heat seasons/ruts, because he never had a mate in the tribe. So when he experiences these issues, he holds back unless you DEMAND he go all out with you

- he doesn't really care if you make expressions from the pleasure. If it's an indication he's making his queen feel good, then he's happy

- Knuckles is the master of aftercare. He gets you anything you want, and his fur is nice and soft. So yes, he's an excellent cuddle buddy!

- if you happen to have a small happy trail/hair down near your vagina, he doesn't care. He just thinks it makes you more intriguing

- if you're on the chubby side, great! Means you'll be the prime candidate for his aftercare snuggles!

- say you've even got stretch marks. He thinks they're interesting. If you're sensitive about them, he won't talk about it further, as to not upset you

- overall he's always focusing on what makes you feel good, because you're his beloved mate, who will soon become his queen♡

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[em-trashcan]

Get preened, idiot

TFP Starscream x reader, nsfw/valveplug

🔞 minors DNI or I'll haunt your dreams forever 🔞

This is inspired by @transformers-spike‘s post about Starscream preening. I started playing around with the idea and things got out of hand, this is the first ever fanfic I actually finish! Keep that in mind and hope you enjoy!

✨

Starscream grips your hips as he leans over, his frame caging over you. Claws carefully dragging over skin soft enough not to cut, but still leaving red marks. Through his sharp thrusts he encourages you to be vocal.

"Tell me how nicely I'm treating you, filling you…"

You reply with a breathy groan, but that's clearly not enough. He shifts, a claw grabbing your throat and pulling it back and up until your eyes meet his optics upside down.

"Beg for it"

"What..?" You ask, still dazed. Still not submitting to him, so he stops his movements completely.

"Did I stutter?" Tone aggravated, why can't you follow such a simple demand?

"Staaar..." You whine, pushing back into him and seeking friction, but he holds you back. You give up quickly, knowing not to fight him.

"Ugh fine, please”

"Can't hear you..." He whispers into your ear, making the hairs rise at your nape.

"Star! Please fuck me!"

"Lord Starscream" he purrs, beginning to move again very slowly.

"Oh for fucks sake- ugh fine, lord Starscream, please have mercy and fuck my brains out!"

He purrs loudly, muttering "acceptable" into your ear, then immediately snaps his hips. Hard. The force knocks you back into the covers and before you can react he's covering your body with his, fucking hard and fast and maneuvering your body to hit just right. The fucker knows what he's doing, you think for a second as your thoughts slip, pleasure winding tight and you're vaguely aware of your own pleading voice through the wet, lewd noises.

 Release catches you like an avalanche, and Starscream grunts gravelly as he keeps pumping, pushing you down on the soft covers until he's filling you, biting down roughly on your shoulder and you're tightening on him again, shivering and aware of him being wider, tighter. Almost painful.

And he finally stills. Setting you down on the bed and following your body closely, still inside. And you realize he's stuck. Can't pull out.

"what... what's this?" You ask still breathless.

"Knot. youre mine" he growls, still winded up, hold firm on your hips.

"If this like omegaverse…”

"Like what?!" He squawks.

"Nevermind. So you mean we're stuck, right?"

"yes...technically"

“Technically meaning you can pull out? why not do it, does it hurt?” You question, knowing he's likely to refuse, needing to have his way.

 “You wouldn't reject me, right sweetspark?” His voice drops to a velvety threat. Defensive.

“hm not really, no.” You shrug, playing it down to deescalate him, you really don't want to find out if forcing the knot out hurts. “But how long are we going to be like this?”

“Long enough, my mate.” he settles, appeased.

Then he does something that surprises you, and�� begins to thread his talons in your hair, tracing the soft fibers and disentangling them with surprising care. The soft pull and shift of the locks sending little shivers down your body. The usually innocent pleasure mingling with the fullness of his spike still buried inside. You shiver against him.

 "what's this, grooming me?"

"preening" he corrects far too quickly. "cant have a proper mate without adequate care, specially post interface."

"so is this like a post-sex massage ritual?" at this his vents hitch in his own version of a derisive snort.

"had you been cybertronian, a seeker, i would spread out your panels, realign transformation lines, recalibrate your sensitive wings..." his voice trails as his long fingers trace your shoulder blades delicately, following invisible patterns. it feels good, your body unconsciously relaxing against the mess of blankets under you.

"and i would expect the same in turn" he pulls you closer, properly lying down on his side with you, but not letting go of his hold on your hips. not yet. You half turn your torso to meet his optics, those glowing a dull, serene scarlet.

"do you?" You ask, which earns a rasped hum as question, making you clarify

"do you still want me to? to preen you?”

His servos stop at that. not sure if this would be possible, but wanting it. the same impulsive desire that brought him this far as to claim a human as mate. of course he wants more. wants everything. always been greedy.

"yes" his voice oddly breathy, uttered along a deep vent that blows clouds of hot air all around.

his knot conveniently slips out, allowing you to turn back to him, planting a chaste kiss on his red facial fin and reaching to his back. He helps you maneuver so he's the one lying on his front. wings unconsciously trembling at the tips. eager.

Your touch is careful, timid at first, when both your hands land at the base that connect the wings to his body.

"careful!" he barks, startling you. it takes a second and a red side eye before you approach, this time with the tip of a finger at a transformation line. and this time he rumbles his approval, optics dimming as you follow the lines to their end, then back again.

"how's this?" You ask, uncertain.

"acceptable" he grumbles, but the slight fanning out of his wings suggests more approval. 

You continue following the pattern along the wings, one at a time and alternating. until you reach a tip and *feel* the way he jerks, unable to choke down a whine. You think to tease him with a 'am I this good?' comment, but stop yourself. he's behaving so well being vulnerable and you should reward that. so instead you lean your face closer, blowing a soft breath that fogs the metal, before planting a kiss right at the wing tip.

"wha-ah!" he lets out a cross between a shriek and a moan, then goes awfully quiet.

"you ok star?" You try not to let your amusement show

"huh, yes, perfectly! i think that's enough preening for now." He all but blabbers out, righting himself.

he turns on his side, hiding the way his wings keep trembling despite his holding back. his optics now glowing brighter with renewed charge.

'let's recharge, shall we?" He murmurs, avoiding your gaze.

You know you should clean up first, but that would make it a win for him. so instead you crawl back to his arms and nestle in the crook of his neck.

Can't wait for the next time, another chance to slowly break his walls.