#if i wanted to lay everything out nice I'd go play...

[rhoselacksthorns]

I'm an architect but my fav aesthetic is the spaghetti so I end up with nice looking buildings packed with bolognese, never let anything visually clip though, gotta make sure my mess looks good ^w^

The different types of Pioneers (Satisfactory Comic)

Tag urself im factory builder (that's my actual factory haha)

This comic took forever to make cuz im not very good at backgrounds and i had to draw backgrounds for this and improve in real time lmao. hope u all like it!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Loving You Was Never Hard

Part 3

Wandanat x fem!reader

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of going out with Wanda and learning to accept her kindness which doesn't come easy. Natasha takes you on your first motorcycle ride.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Caregiver!Wanda, age regression (if you squint), mentions of arousal, wet dreams, masturbation(R), emotional vulnerability, feelings of not belonging, slight mentions of sub space

Authors note: Listen I wanted this to be a slow burn and it still technically will be but I was horny and this is how the chapter came out

You tried to help unpack the groceries but Wanda shoo'd you off telling you to go do something while she put things away and made lunch. So you dug through your bag to find your switch lite and made your way back out to the living room. The sun shone through the windows and a nice Spring breeze carried through the house. 

You could hear Wanda cutting something up on the cutting board as you started up a game, the cute sounds filling the mostly quiet space. You looked over your shoulder where you could see Wanda in the kitchen, she didn't seem bothered in fact you swore she was humming along with the song, a small smile on her face. 

You laid yourself down on the couch as you played. Getting lost in what you were doing as Wanda brought over a plate and cup. 

“Normally I have strict rules about eating anywhere except the kitchen or dining room, but you looked so comfortable and content.” She set the plate down on the coffee table and got a coaster for the cup. You looked at the cup with an unidentified liquid inside. “It's homemade blueberry lemonade Malyshka.” She informed you as you picked it up with a small sip. It was the perfect blend of sweet and tangy. 

Taking a bite of the sandwich on the plate confirmed it was turkey and the chips you'd picked out earlier today along with a small fruit cup. A small pout adorning your lips at the fruit cup.

“You don't have to eat it, but it's good for you malyshka.” Wanda put her hand on your shoulder, a soft smile on her face that made you want to eat the fruit cup in hopes she'd praise you for it. You simply nodded and went back to taking bites of your food while playing while Wanda went off to do something. 

Soon enough your plate was clean and all that was left in your glass was ice. The clinking of the ice in the glass alerted Wanda you were finished. She had got up from her office chair; her phone buzzing off from Natasha,

Moya lyubov: “How's the little one?”

Wanda: “She's good. Playing a video game in the living room and I believe she just finished lunch.”

Moya lyubov: “Sounds like she's settling in just fine. Do you think she'll be okay when we tell her about our weekly get together with the girls?” 

Wanda stared at her phone, chewing her bottom lip. She had completely forgotten with the whirlwind that was you coming into their lives suddenly. Wanda dropped everything, even taking days at home this week for work rather than going to the office. 

Wanda: “I'd completely forgotten Tasha. I've just thought about taking care of her and making sure she's comfortable.”

Moya lyubov: “We can skip this week and give her time to settle and then next week we'll have them over for our usual dinner and movies.”

Wanda nodded to herself as if her wife was there and could see her.

Wanda: “That sounds good. Tell them I'm sorry I'm just concerned about her right now.”

Moya lyubov: “They'll understand my little witch don't worry.”

Wanda pocketed her phone, heading out to go see her, her heart full of love when she saw you laying on your stomach, feet slowly, lazily kicking and humming along to the music coming from your game. She didn't want to disturb your moment, but when she saw the empty plate…

“Oh you did so well malyshka! You finished everything! I'm so proud of you sweet girl.” Wanda's words made your face burn red and your stomach flip. You had wanted her praise, but it suddenly felt like so much.

“I-Its not a big deal…” you mumbled, not looking at her. 

“Maybe not, but I know you weren't a fan of the fruit cup and yet you still ate it.” Wanda beamed though you didn't see it. 

Shutting your game off suddenly feeling a little suffocated. “I'm gonna go take a nap.” You say, pushing past Wanda, not looking at her as you quickly made your way to your–no their guest room where you were staying. It's not yours…none of this is yours…

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“There's a good girl. Look at you. On your knees perfectly for Mama.” Her voice was deeper, but still felt so thick and sweet like honey, echoing in your ears and drowning you. You look up at her, Wanda, you could make out her face, but everything else seemed blurry. 

“Please Mama…” you find yourself asking. You weren't even sure what you were asking for, but it seemed Wanda did. 

Suddenly you were in her lap, her hands roaming over your body, her lips on your body. It felt so hot as you moaned out, your mind starting to slip, but then a pair of arms came from behind, wrapping around you. 

“Getting started without Daddy?” Her deep voice whispered in your ear, Natasha. Your head lulling back onto her shoulder. 

“M'sorry Daddy just wanted to make Mama happy.” You confessed. You hear her tsk before her teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck. A deep moan coming out of you as Wanda plays with your tits. 

“You wanna make Daddy happy too don't you baby?” Natasha asks, making you nod quickly. 

“Yes Daddy.” Your voice was breathy, needy. 

“Good. You're gonna take Daddy's cock so well…” her voice started to fade. Suddenly not feeling their touches, feeling cold…alone…

Your eyes shot open, breathing heavily as you looked around, feeling your clit throb at the remnants of your dream. Closing your eyes as you try to calm your body down. Why would you dream about them like that? 

You reach your hand down. Slowly pushing past your waistband and moan softly feeling how wet you are from your dream. Without much thought you rub your clit and reach your other hand up and under your shirt, pinching at your nipple. A string of moans coming out of you softly as you imagined the two of them in your dream, touching you. Wanda’s hand tweaking your nipple and Natasha rubbing tight circles on your clit. Without much effort you're cumming with their whispered names on your lips. 

Coming down from your high, breathing heavily again as you look up at the ceiling. Things just got a little more complicated for sure. 

After cleaning yourself up you headed out of your room, the house was quiet except for sounds from the garage so you headed there. 

Opening the door to peak your head in you see Nat in a tight tank top and bent over her motorcycle. You bite your lip as you watch her muscles flex in her back, shoulders and arms. When she stands back up she turns around to her tool box and notices you. A smirk on her face. 

“Hey finally woke from your nap?” She asked as she grabbed a rag, your eyes focusing in on her hands, seeing her veins and tendons flex and move. You almost shutter out a ‘fuck’ but somehow refrain as you peel your eyes from her hands and back to her face. 

“Y-yeah I don't usually take naps so I'm still feeling a bit groggy.” You lied. Natasha set down the rage, the smirk still on her face.

“Well I was about to take the bike for a spin around the block. You wanna come? It'll wake you up.” She offers and you barely think about it before giving a yes. “Alright eager beaver here.” She grabs a helmet for you and you hesitantly take it. “Have you ever been on a bike?” She asks and you shake your head. “Okay let me help you then baby.” The nickname hits you like a truck. Heating up as you hear it echoed like in your dream as your heart beats in your ears. 

She helps you get the helmet on in a blur to you. You hear her voice but you aren't sure you actually hear what she's explaining before she puts on a helmet and gets on the bike. Holding out her hand, “Come on baby you're safe with me.” you blush, hoping she doesn't see as you get on behind her. “Wrap your arms around me like this.” She takes your arms and wraps them around her waist. “Hang on, I don't want you falling off, okay?” she says so sweetly. You nod at her words and hold on as she puts the kickstand up, then turning on the bike. As it hums to life you feel it in your still heated core. You squeeze her a little tighter and breathe a little heavier though she doesn't seem to notice thankfully. 

She pulls out of the garage and driveway before putting some real gas to it. The wind whipped around you as you held the redhead tight, wanting to move your hips with the friction of the bike. A few little moans coming out of you as you buried your face against her back. Your breath hitching as you felt yourself fall over the edge as you held her tighter. 

“You okay back there? I know riding isn't for everyone.” she asks looking back at you. She sees your flushed face as you look up at her, your dark eyes and she knows immediately. “Oh baby, are you enjoying the ride?” She asks and you can only nod. Looking back down and just holding her as you calmed yourself back down or trying your best to. Nat looked back at the road smiling like an idiot. Letting the ride last a little longer before getting back home. 

She helps you out of the helmet and sets it down. “Why don't you go take a shower before dinner? I'm sure Wanda will be cooking soon.” She states it as a question, but it feels more like a statement to your fuzzy brain. 

“Mhmm okay Da–Natasha.” You quickly catch yourself and scurry back into the house before she can say anything. 

Natasha smirks and shakes her head, “I can't wait to tell Wands about this.” 

[erwinsvow]

random but i can see rafe giving shy!reader like a large amount of “pocket money” and she’ll always wait until she’s fully broke and runs out (if she doesn’t have a job), she’d be so nervous to ask him for more.

at first you're so shy around rafe you can't even find it in you to question what the money is for—you just assume it's some sort of test. you keep the cash in your pretty pink wallet until it's so full it won't fit in your purse.

rafe has no reason to be giving you money—you've got your own, your parents', that is. and suddenly you start to question everything, start overthinking like normal. does rafe think you're reliant on him for money? if so, is he mad at you because of it?

one day when he comes over to your place for once, claiming he wanted to get away from his noisy house to the serenity and peace of your bedroom, you dig out the wallet from under your bed and drop it next to him. he's laying on the mattress, sprawled out playing chess with a robot. the wallet lands with a thud.

like always, you let him speak first.

"what the hell's this?" he asks, lifting the thoroughly packed leather.

"i'm giving it back," you state, trying to remain a little firm. it's so hard around him though.

"jesus, kid," he comments, flicking through the cash. "did y'spend any of it? huh?"

"n-no," you stammer, suddenly nervous. "i kept it safe for you, like you wanted." you look at him with big, confused eyes and he looks back at you in disbelief.

"s'not for that, baby. it's for spending. for nice things, y'know, all the crap you like."

"crap?" you question back.

"stuff. books and records and ice cream when m'not around. y'know, pocket money."

"but i already have that," you reply. "did you think i didn't? did i ask for it?" suddenly confused, you wonder how you gave rafe this implication. "sorry, rafe."

"why are you apologizin'?" you perch yourself next to him.

"i guess because i didn't spend it.."

"well, stop. just use it for somethin' nice. for yourself, not me." he clarifies because he knows you—knows you'll go find him a new polo or golf glove if he didn't tell you otherwise.

and the way he says it—you comply, pressing a kiss to his cheek, mind floating to all the ways you could use it—a new beach read, a new bikini for boat days, ice cream nights with wheezie and a big tip for the nice girls who worked at the parlor.

you were used to spending your dad's money, now you were spending daddy's money. it wasn't that big of a change after all.

and it's really not.. until you run out.

you never had to ask your parents twice for anything, but rafe gives you cash and you don't question why, but now that you're used to getting things from rafe's money, you don't want to revert back. in all honestly, it felt nice when someone asked you where you got something from and you could tell them your favorite words.

"my boyfriend got it for me!"

credit cards are unlimited, but cash runs out. and asking rafe for more seems like the absolute worst thing in the world, especially when you were so hesitant to even start using it.

approaching the door to rafe's bedroom, you pace infront of it for a moment, thinking of the right words to say. ward walks by and smiles at you, though he's confused at what you're doing. panicked, you run in, standing in front of your boyfriend while he's looking at something on his desk. rafe glances up when you walk in.

"hey, kid."

"hi." it even comes out nervous. rafe shuts his laptop at the sound of your voice.

"what is it?" he asks, and you blink back in response.

"what's.. what?"

"y'think i can't tell when you're off? c'mon, start talkin'." you give in immediately.

"well... it's just, um, this cash. your cash. i ran out. and, um, this book i wanted releases out tomorrow. and i told wheezie i'd take her to the movies because that book we both like is a movie now, and it comes out this weekend, and y'know she's a child so-"

"yeah. m'aware."

"sorry," you reply, feeling your cheeks heat up. "sorry." he gets up from the desk, and you wonder if you really messed up by demanding so much.

"what'd i tell ya? stop apologizin'." when he gets close, rafe does what he always does, lifting your chin up so you're looking at him, his fingers resting on your jaw. "what'd you think? i'm gonna say no to you?"

"maybe. i'm being kinda greedy."

"nah, kid. be as greedy as you want." when you smile, he laughs at you, at how nervous you still get, how worried you are that you're doing something wrong. "besides, i got some ideas on how y'can make it up to me."

sounds like a win-win for you.

[moonchild9350]

Before You Go

Summary: you’d give or do anything for your boyfriend, especially if he pouts cutely at you.

Pairing: established relationship Han x fab!reader

Genre: smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: teasing, masturbation, handjob, oral sex (m & f receiving), clit play, clit slapping, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't), squirting, creampie, taking nudes, thick cock Han lol

Notes: Jisung's pouts, that's it that's the post. I'd do anything for him if he pouted at me lol

Divider by: @cafekitsune

If you enjoyed please reblog, comment, or like ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

“Babe, lemme fuck you.”

These four words stopped you in your tracks, your head snapping to look at your boyfriend sitting on your bed. You eyed him as he lounged on the bed, his hand placed behind his head as he smirked at you.

“What?” You responded you voiced laced with disbelief.

You were packing your suitcase, preparing for a trip with your girls in three days. You would be gone for one week and your boyfriend Jisung had much to say about it. He’s been nagging you nonstop, saying he’ll miss you and what will he do when you’re gone. Every chance he’ll get he attaches himself to you in some way…not that you cared much.

“Lemme fuck you!” He repeated, this time with a little desperation in his voice.

You stared at him, watching as he squeezed his thighs together, his bulge very much present in the gray sweatpants he was wearing.

Taking a deep breath you said in a sing song voice, “No.”

You walked away to gather more clothes as Jisung whined, his bottom lip jutting out like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Well what am I supposed to do about this?” He inquired, gesturing toward the tent in his pants.

“Go jerk off babe…without me,” you added as you noticed his eyes get big and bright as he probably thought of some grand idea to get through this slump.

“You hate me!” Jisung said as you walked out the bedroom, to go grab a snack.

“Whatever you say babe!” you teased as you smirked.

The next two days passed in a similar fashion with Jisung flashing his boba eyes at you and begging for sex, claiming he’s had blue balls for the last two days. You knew the last part to be true, but that just made him more whiny and desperate which you loved.

He tried everything from cooking you a nice dinner to even helping you pack, his little brain thinking you’ll give in and have sex. However, you were steadfast in your task, not budging in your decision.

The afternoon before your departure, you needed to make a quick drugstore run, picking up some last minute supplies. You pressed a chaste kiss to Jisung’s lips, chuckling as he chased after you hoping for more.

“I’ll be back babe!” You said as you shut the door, a little whimper from Jisung reaching your ears last minute. — — Once you were done with your errands, you made your way back to your apartment. You made it in record time, wanting to finish up packing as soon as possible so you could relax.

As you unlocked the door, you heard a low moan, the sound drawn out and laced with frustration. You tossed your keys on the hallway table, kicked off your shoes, and made your way towards the sound.

It seemed to grow louder as you neared your bedroom door. You smirked, knowing exactly what was going on behind the door, the thought causing your pussy to clench.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, your eyes zeroing in on your boyfriend laying spread eagle on the bread. His head was tossed back as he rhythmically stroked his cock, lewd wet sounds echoing in the room from the copious amounts of precum that was leaking from his tip.

“Fuck! Y/n, please!” Jisung whined as he canted his hips upwards as he picked up the pace.

You decided to stop his fun, walking over to the bed and slapping his hand away. He let out a loud groan in frustration, his wet eyes snapping to yours.

“Why’d you do that?” He whimpered, his cock twitching pathetically as it lay against his stomach neglected.

“Awww, are you having trouble babe? Hmm?” You teased, rising your eyebrow at him.

Jisung nodded his head, his lip jutting out as he wiggled on the bed. He was so hard it was almost painful, his length seeming to grow with each passing second.

“Answer me babe,” you cooed, crawling onto the bed as you shucked your top off.

Jisung’s eyes widened at the sight of your tits, the flesh all but spilling from your bra.

“Mmm yes baby, need- need your help…please, please,” he whimpered, his words trailing off to a whisper.

You chuckled as you approached him, licking your lips at the sight of his chubby cock.

“Poor baby,” you hummed, as you wrapped your hand around his length.

Jisung let out a hiss as you slowly stroked his shaft, your wrist circling around the head to gather more of the leaking pre cum. With your other hand, you fondled his balls, squeezing them gently as he thrashed around, high pitched moans leaving his lips.

“Mm close baby,” Jisung panted as he thrusted his hips up into your hand as you matched his pace.

“Already?” You smirked as you squeezed his cock causing him to yelp. “Aren’t you just desperate.”

Jisung whimpered as his breathing increased, his words a jumbled mess as he chased his high. You chuckled before leaning down to take him within your mouth. You bobbed your head once, twice, three times before darting your tongue out to press into his slit.

“I’m…I’m coming!” Jisung wailed as he shot ropes of his cum down your throat.

You suckled the head as he came, moaning around his length at the taste. Once he relaxed, his body going limp, you continued to suckle his cock, teasing his slit again and again until he was whimpering from the overstimulation.

He tugged on your hair, attempting to get you to stop, mumbling that it was too much. You released his cock with a pop and licked your lips, grinning at the man below you.

“Help me out babe,” you said as you popped your bra off and rid yourself of your sweatpants and panties.

You laid down and chuckled as Jisung eagerly laid on his belly, grasping your legs in the process. He spread your legs, moaning as he laid eyes on your wet folds, your arousal glistening in the light of the bedroom.

He leaned forward and licked a stripe up your folds and pressed a kiss to your clit. Jisung repeated the action again and again, grasping your legs tighter as you thrashed around.

“Mmm love your pussy,” he mumbled before sucking your swollen clit between his plush lips.

You moaned as he alternated between licking and sucking, his nose pressed flush against your mound as he ate you out like a man starved. You ran your fingers through his hair, grasping some of the strands as you rocked your hips against his tongue.

Jisung relaxed the muscle so you could get off as you pleased, the vibration from his moans sending little shocks through your core.

You were close as he was at your mercy, your belly tightening with each thrust of your hips.

“So close Sungie, so good, lemme just use you,” you said as you grasped his head harder and pulling him further flush against your pussy.

Jisung wrapped his lips around your clit once more before sucking hard, the sudden switch causing you to tip over the edge, your orgasm racking through your body. You continued to ride his face, coated his nose and chin with your arousal.

Once the last ebs of your high faded away, you released your hold on Jisung and tried to focus on your breathing. Jisung sat up with a huge grin on his face, his chin glistening.

He brought his hand to his hardened cock, stroking the length a few times before pinning your legs down to the bed.

“Can I fuck you?” Jisung asked as he looked down at you desperately, his big boba eyes traveling from your tits down to your pussy and then to your face.

You pretended to think for a moment, your eyes on his face. You thought about saying no once more, but you needed him just as much as he needed you. Your pussy clenched around nothing, your slick continually leaking out and dripping down your ass.

Jisung smirked, his eyes trained on your core. He brought a thumb to your clit and gently circled it, biting his lip as wet sounds echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

“Let me fuck you baby,” Jisung cooed as he continued to tease your bundle of nerves. “Your pussy needs me, listen to it, she’s talking to me.”

You whimpered as a wave of pleasure settled in your pelvis, the need to be filled by his thick cock on the forefront of your mind.

You gripped your thighs and held them open as you looked your lover in the eyes.

“Yes, fuck me Sungie,” you said in a sultry voice.

Jisung smiled and pushed the head of his cock through your folds, the flesh parting at the intrusion. He dragged his length from your clit down until the tip caught your entrance.

With a breath, he pushed in, your little hole stretching as it accommodated his length. You moaned at the pressure, loving how he filled you so good, so perfect.

Jisung thrusted his hips slowly, fucking just the tip within your entrance, mesmerized at how you took him so well.

Your walls were warm and wet, the sound your pussy made driving him insane. He needed to be within you and he needed it now. With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully within you, letting out a loud groan as he settled within your thighs.

“Ahh!” You whined at the sudden intrusion, your eyes rolling back as he begin to pummel into you, his balls slapping your ass with each thrust.

You gripped your thighs, his biceps, the sheets, anything you could get ahold of as he fucked you deep and hard, his cock massaging your walls just right.

Jisung adjusted his hips so he could fuck into your sweet spot, sending little waves of pleasure through your core.

“Faster Sungie!” You begged as you took him in, watching as he fell apart above you.

His eyes were trained on his cock, watching as your entrance stretched around it, leaving behind your cream assisting with the glide. He let out a groan as you clenched around him, trying to keep him snug within you.

“Look at this mess baby,” he said as he watched your arousal mixed with your cream drip down your ass, coat the little hairs on his pelvis and your folds.

You groaned as his words, clenching your walls again and again as your pleasure built within. Jisung brought his thumb to your clit and flicked it, his cock twitching at how you responded, your body jerking at the shocks of pleasure he was giving you.

“Don’t stop,” you mumbled so close to your high, the warm feeling slowly spreading throughout your lower region.

“Gonna come? Come for me baby, give it to me,” Jisung growled as he slapped your clit.

You yelped at the sensation as he chuckled. Jisung loved your pussy, worshipped it, would do anything to make it cum, cream his length, and milk him for what it’s worth.

“Damn, im gonna miss this pussy,” Jisung whined.

He was close, your pussy too much for his sensitive cock. He thumbed your clit in earnest, needing you to reach your high so he could fill you up.

You began to pant as your pleasure mounted, coming to a crescendo as Jisung continued to fuck you and finger your clit.

With Jisung’s name on your lips, you let go, squirting your release around his cock. You moaned as you listened to the lewd sounds, so wet and filthy as your arousal dripped onto the sheets.

“That was hot, so hot. Gonna cum, gonna…” with a strangled moan Jisung came, filling you up with his cum until it dripped out of your hole mixed with your slick.

Jisung looked down once more before grabbing his phone off the table.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you watched him search through the device.

He didn’t answer but instead you heard a shutter click as he took photo after photo of your pussy, his cock still buried within your warmth.

“Gotta have something to remember you by while you’re gone,” Jisung said as he tossed his phone to the side.

“And you thought to take photos of my pussy,” you chuckled.

“Mmhmm, I love her just as much as I love you baby,” he said as he withdrew his now softened cock.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said as you waited for him to clean you up.

“Maybe, but you love me!” Jisung shouted from the bathroom.

That you did. And how could you not with that adorable cute face and pout of his.

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[bobur-the-berry-guy]

Y'ALL THOUGHT I'D FORGET ABOUT OUR CUTIE PATOOTIE ICHIMIYA DIDNT YOU

Ichimiya relationship hcs!

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Man i love him

If you have him I'll assume you're a mindreader or absolutely love closet idiots because this man is an absolute enigma

Everyone else is amazed too

Like, it's obvious just how much he loves you but he still seems so irritated but whe you're around he just chill out and keeps the scowl??

That's literally the dynamic

He wants that cookie BAD

And despite him trying to keep the retupation of the big scary school council president his adorations leaks trough it

On that note everyone ans their mama knows he's into you bro💔

Like.. he can't really hide it all that well

It's not necessarily that he's very visibly sweet or nice but more so the fact that he's much less strict and scary with you

And that does NOT go by unnoticed by the rest of the council

I mean, everyone else is lowk terrified of him because of his horrid glare and his tone and he's just intimidating

And suddenly you pop up and he seems just.. calmer

Remember that scene in lilo and stitch when lilo threw a flower necklace on stitch and he just chilled out on the spot?

Exactly that

The phantom busters club has learnt to take you along w them if they're asking Ichimiya for something

And if you're a part of that club it becomes a whole circus show

Because we know he has to keep up appearances and whatnot so he kind has to act like the phantom busters even as an idea of a club is ridiculous but.. how is he supposed to be a dick when you're there... and you're the one asking him to let you do something...

The most you'd get is a pout glare and he's just beating around the bush to let you "reluctantly" do whatever you've asked for

And it's crazy because?? He's just okay with you??

Yea the student council bootlickers that follow him around are absolutely flabbergasted but what can they do

Now not only do you get special treatment from him but they're fairly nice to you too

Back to the phantom busters member thingy

He would be SO excited to hear what you've done for the day

Though you'd have to be somewhere private so it doesn't hurt his reputation yk

Still, he wants to hear everything

Was it interesting? Did you see a ghost? Oh my god, did you have to fight it? Did you let it pass on peacefully? Do you know how it looked like? Tell him everything!!

I think a phantom busters member or generally unconvetional s/o would be amazing for him - he'd really admire someone that can be true to themselves

Also if you're really somewhere private and can let himself be himself it would take him some time to adjust not having to pretend to be so cool-headed

I don't think he'd be exactly the way he acts internally but you'd really see that excitement and enthusiasm

He strikes me as a weird kid hidden in disguise

He's also such a great listener, he'd listen to you ramble for HOURS

He just really appreciates you liking him the way he is even without having to pretend to be so cold

The little things you do for him really make his day

You go to the student council room to bring him hot chocolate because you know he likes it better than coffee? Suddenly he's not scowling anymore

Gift him a little plushie because he collects them? He'd flex and flaunt it to everyone if his reputation allowed him to

Just showing you see him for him makes his heart leap and soar

He's also lowkey clingy

Picture a grumpy cat rubbing itself onto you

Please hold his arm or hand while passing through the hallways

I can see him kinda shooing everyone out of the student council room on the bad days when he's feeling shitty and just hugging you for a good long while

His face all pressed into the space between your neck and your shoulder, recharging from all the work and the people

I also think he'd like just laying on your lap and oh just play with his hair while he's there

Most of the time that would lead to him taking a little nap there but if you're not really paying attention and you think he's still sleeping he would just.. stare at you, admiring you

Oh he'd also LOVE to have you hold his face in your hands, looking at him all lovingly

Yea kiss him all over his face

HE'S SO CUTE AUGH

He'd be really shy about kissing in the beginning

You'd have to initiate most of it in thr beginning, but once he gets comfortable he could get real cocky with it or so he thinks

His go-to places to kiss you is yours cheeks, temples or pretty much the top of your head

He still has to keep up appearances after all, he can't straight up kiss you on the lips in public

I do think overall his favourite kiss place would be your cheeks

KISS HIS MOLE

KISS. HIS. MOLE.

He'd get so flustered and cute🫠🫠

That and praise him

Tell him how good he's doing being a responsible president of the council and how admirable he is with how much dedication he has

Tell him how cute he is when he's pouting and scowling and how absolutely gorgeous he is

I mean LOOK AT HIM?? HE'S ETHEREAL

His ebony blue hair matches his magnatic blue eyes, his lush shiny eyelashes only make the blues of his eyes pop brigher and again HIS MOLE

Also he's so considerate it makes your heart ache - always thinking of the best course of action and having to keep up and remember everything that's happening yet still making time just for you, he deserves some kindess for that, no?

Overall he's a genuinely compassionate, sincere and caring and i too want to kiss him

[paniniani]

asking deku to tie you up with blackwhip

izuku x f!reader, nsfw, drabble, warnings: bondage, quirk use, sensory stuff

"hey izu.. i've been meaning to ask you something, would you.." your shaky voice trailed off, evidence of how nervous this made you.

"yeah, what's up? you know i'd do anything for you, what's got you so worked up?" deku responded, cheerful tone combatting your anxious one, putting you at ease. he had no idea what he was getting himself into.. face blushing, you choked out the words, unable to look him in the eyes.

"would you ever... consider.. using blackwhip on me?" deku tilted his head, confused as to what you were asking. " you mean like.. spar? we do that all the time though!" you exhaled, trying to set your intentions straight. "no izuku.. like.. tie me up."

his eyebrows immediately shot up, wide eyes making you worry if you'd said too much. "forget i said anything, it's weir-" lips smashing into yours, he cut you off with a sudden kiss. groaning into his mouth, you straddled his lap, desperately pressing against him. pulling back from you, he finally responded.

"aw baby.. didn't mean to make you all shy! i was just so surprised, i didn't know what to say..." "izu you don't have t-" "shut up." his voice dropped to a serious tone that you weren't familiar with, a tone which embarrassingly did not help the growing dampness in your underwear. "you're gonna listen to me. and you're gonna do what i tell you to. is that gonna work for you? cause i'm not going to say it again."

mouth falling open in shock, you simply nodded, words failing you. "aww all dumb for me already? i haven't even started yet.." you were not anticipating this response, expecting him to do anything except.. be really into it? out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of green, and in an instant your clothes were laying on the floor, leaving you scandalously bare in just your (obviously soaked) pair of panties.

"my girl can't even take off her clothes by herself huh? you really need me to do everything?" as you started to shoot back a reply, blackwhip flew across your body again, forcing your back down against the mattress, pinning your wrists against your head, one final strand reaching across your mouth.

"thought i told you to shut. up." how he was able to say such horribly filthy things with a sweet smile on his face, you weren't sure. "oh you're really liking this huh? don't be shy, let me see how much you want it." when you didn't move, yet another piece of blackwhip slid between your thighs, roughly shoving them apart to reveal your dripping cunt, barely concealed by your underwear.

"looks good enough to eat baby.. but you aren't being nice and good for me, which is really a shame.." driving this point home with a pout, he continued. "cause i know you don't want me to be nice and good to you either huh? nasty girl can't wait for me to go all rough on her hm?" at this point, you were moaning against the restraint on your mouth, begging him to stop teasing and to give you anything at all.

"can't hear you baby.. gonna have to make you louder for me, why don't we do one more thing?" everything went dark as he shot one final strand of blackwhip across your eyes, plunging you into sensory ecstasy as you could feel every single trace of his quirk against your skin. using the piece between your thighs, he slowly, tantalizingly, pulled your underwear off, obsessed with how your slick dripped off of you. completely bare, you whimpered, but it was met with deaf ears as deku wasn't playing nice any longer.

"there we go, being good for me finally, that wasn't so hard hm? gonna give you what you want now yeah?" your senses exploded as he ruthlessly shoved his rock hard cock deep into you over and over, taking no mercy on your already-overstimulated cunt as you cried out in ecstasy, pleasure and pain merging all into one white-hot feeling. "this what you wanted baby?"

[lulualuana]

Spa Day

said i'd write it eventually >:)

wc: 640

cw: brief mention of shower shenanigans, cucumbers (i really hate cucumbers), domestic lifestyle or something, this shit kinda cute ngl

emjoy?

“...Leon, are you eating the cucumbers again?” Your voice rang out through the soft jazz that played out from your speaker on your bedside table, (Leon’s choice, not yours) Silence followed your answer before Leon’s crunching resumed, the sound of him clearing his throat accompanying it. “Uhh.. no?” 

His obvious lie made you burst into a little fit of laughter as you pulled the cucumbers away from your eyes to look over at Leon. He oh so suspiciously was missing one cucumber over his eyes. “Do you just want me to cut you up some cucumbers to eat?” You asked through your laughter, the nonchalant attitude he had about the whole thing making it ten times funnier. 

He pulled the single cucumber away from his eyes and turned to look over at you, waving his hand dismissively. “What? No, I’m perfectly fine and don’t need anymore cucumbers,” he says as he eats the other cucumber in his hand, leaving him to none. You look at him, barely holding back a smile. He looks at you, barely holding back his own smile. “A few more wouldn’t hurt..” 

He chuckles to himself as he watches you get up from the bed, walking off to the kitchen in a fit of giggles to go cut up more cucumbers, enough to satiate his hunger and cover his eyes. He relaxed back into the bed as he waited for you, hearing the subtle sound of a knife hitting a cutting board interrupting the jazz playing in the room. He sighed contently, unable to help the smile off his face. 

When you had proposed a spa day initially, he was a little more than hesitant. His first thought was that you wanted to go out somewhere, spend hundreds of dollars on a massage, full manicure and pedicure, and the works, which he wasn’t opposed to if it made you happy, it just wasn’t his idea of fun or relaxing. He was pleasantly surprised when you dismissed that idea, pulling out a wide selection of face masks and such, and saying that you wanted to stay in and have a more exclusive spa day, something a little more comfortable. That he could get behind. 

The day went well. Starting with a delicious breakfast, a nice long shower and bath with body scrubs and everything (which took a little longer for many reasons), and a considerable amount of time spent giving Leon a back and shoulder massage. You spent a while talking about how both of your weeks were going as you provided a simple little manicure service, painting your own nails and touching up Leon’s, which was mainly just making his nails look a little less of a disaster as they usually did from his job. Not only was it all relaxing and fun, you got to spend time together, a rarity due to all the missions Leon had been sent on as of late. 

That brought you to now, you walking into the room just to see Leon with a wide, goofy smile on his lips as you handed over a bowl of cucumbers. “What are you looking at me like that for? And don’t smile, you’re going to wrinkle your mask.” He shook his head and bit his lip, willing away the smile on his face, yet the warmth in his chest stayed. “I’m just happy. All of this and you, it makes me happy.” 

You give him a weird look, fighting the urge to smile in response to his words. Such a smooth talker, the man. “Yeah okay, put the cucumbers back on your eyes, ya sap.” Your response makes his smile return in full bloom, willing a smile of your own and a yelp from you as he tackles you to lay down alongside him, the two of you settling back into relaxation. 

~~~

i need this asap, no rocky

[jamiepaige]

Constant Companions Closeup #1: DYAD

(also on spotify!)

Hello everyone!! It's been a couple weeks and change since Constant Companions, my newest album, was released unto the world, and I've been genuinely blown away by the response. Genuinely, thank you to everyone who's been streaming, commenting, making mashups, changing their pfps and usernames - it means the world to me!

I wanted to give some of that love back with something people have been asking me a lot about - and, admittedly, something I love doing. Song explanations! Deep dives! Dropping the lore! Welcome... to the Constant Companions Closeups...

For the next eleven days, I'll be going into each track one by one and babbling about the process, inspiration, details, feelings, and thoughts behind each one! We're getting sappy. We're bearing our hearts. We're telling unfunny jokes. And we're starting with track one - DYAD (featuring unit.0)!

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Naturally, since this is the first track, it also serves as a great point to talk about my intention with this album as a whole!

I'll elaborate more on this with future tracks, but to me, there are really two main things that define the sonic progression of this album versus my previous work - guitars and vocal synths. Obviously, these things have been present in my work since I first started calling myself Jamie Paige, but Constant Companions is intended to be my overwrought, sappy confession of love to these two things that time and time again have made me simply want to make music. I love rock and I love Hatsune Miku dammit!!!

I had originally written this song in February of 2023 for a game-jam-esque online festival hosted by my friend Loni called HAPPY PARTY TRI, and at that time, I had found myself at a major crossroads. I had put out People Posture Play Pretend and :women_wrestling: the previous year, and while the response was nice, I was feeling listless and lost.

I love singing. I like my voice well enough. I certainly love writing music with lyrics!! But... there was something uniquely electrifying about using vocal synths. Amidst a lot of insecurity and emotional turmoil surrounding the process of making art and putting myself out into the world, it was one of the few things that just made everything feel right. Suddenly, I was making the same kind of music that had touched my heart so many times over.

Would it alienate people, though? Would I lose longtime listeners? Yes, that weighed on my mind more than I'd like to admit, but even more than that... I was worried I'd lose some part of myself, as silly as it sounds. Maybe what I thought was a bridge would become a barrier, and the messages I wanted to send across the gap would never find their way.

Ultimately, I felt that Dyad was the only kind of opener I could've possibly given this album, and a perfect fit for the album's motif. A dialogue between myself, stricken with loneliness and a lack of inertia running in circles, and that synthesized voice (ANRI Arcane my darling), grabbing the outstretched hand and asking a question I already know the answer to -

"Baby, do you know what you wanna hear?"

Yes, it's a love song, but it's not just for a person - it's a love song for the creative impulse, and for the places I wanted it to take me.

im resisting the urge to be jokingly dismissive of myself to diffuse tension but i still need to signal that the emotionally bare part of this is over so pretend im doing a funny little dance Anyways let's talk more technical stuff

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Like many of my songs, Dyad came together from a patchwork of different snippets and ideas I had laying around. The back half of the chorus - "dream together, we can dream together" - originally came from this idea I had jotted down something like 9 months prior, but ended up being a perfect fit for Dyad in basically every way. The verse snippet that I'd written to go with it got reused for a later song on Constant Companions as well! (I say without naming it, as if it isn't literally lifted wholesale from this demo and thus incredibly obvious)

I wasn't originally planning on brazenly quoting the bridge of a Tally Hall song when I set out to write this song, but while toying around with a bridge idea involving a shortened version of the pre-chorus melody, I realized I had inadvertently copied it anyways. I was going to scrap it... but at the request of my dear friend and certified Tally Hall lover Marcy Nabors, I made it an explicit reference. Which I'm fine with, personally! The first CD I ever owned was a copy of Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum my sister bought me all the way back in 2006 - You can pry that sentimental attachment from my cold, dead hands, TikTok kiddies.

Lastly - not really behind the scenes so much as just a shoutout - thank you to unit.0 for the lovely lead guitar work on this song!! He's been a beloved collaborator of mine for many, many years now, and one of the people who ultimately convinced me this direction was the right one to go in, so it means a lot to share this song with him. Go listen to his music!!! Now!!!!!!

That's about it for this song! Not to sound like a fucking YouTuber, but genuinely, if there are any details you'd like to hear more about, let me know and I might made a bonus post at the end of all this. Otherwise, thank you for listening! Tomorrow: Not Quite There, featuring telebasher!

❤️💚

[overnighttosunflowers]

ASHTON: If we have one last second, too, Ashton's going to really quickly run up to Fearne. I'm going to get right in your face.

FEARNE: Hi.

ASHTON: I have a request. I have a very serious request.

FEARNE: Lay it on me.

ASHTON: If we survive this—I open up a small pouch and it's filled with weird-ass mushrooms. I stole this off the weird cow one. Would you take half of these with me and see whatever the fuck happens?

FEARNE: I absolutely will.

ASHTON: You're the fucking best.

FEARNE: I can't even believe that you chose me for this fun adventure.

ASHTON: Who else? Honestly, you're— I would do any fucking stupid thing you were ever down for.

FEARNE: Promise?

ASHTON: Yeah. I like you, and I'm bad at this because I don't think about the future ever, but—

FEARNE: I don't either.

ASHTON: You're fun to adventure with.

FEARNE: You're fun to adventure with, too. I'll absolutely take those mushrooms with you. See what happens.

ASHTON: I have no idea what the fuck they're going to do.

FEARNE: I'm going to put my arms around them and just give such a big hug.

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I rambled most of this in the tags of another post last week, but I wanted to move it over into a real post just to say that I genuinely really love the way Taliesin has been playing this relationship unfolding. I've always enjoyed Fearne and Ashton's dynamic, but I'd been a bit cautious about the Romance of it all out of a worry that Taliesin would come at it from the same perspective as Braius was fishing for—i.e. either they're something that needs to be Defined in traditional romance boxes, or else they're not a thing. And I've been optimistic on that front, because everything Ashton has done and said so far was pointing in a really favorable direction, but 115 made me feel so good about these two together.

Because it's so clear now that Ashton really gets Fearne. They're on the same page as her through and through. They don't see this as a this a big sweeping true love narrative. He isn't shooting for a monogamous, you're-my-everything type of relationship. (See: Jester going "tell her she's your heart and your destiny and you can't imagine yourself without her!!!!! and Ashton immediately responding "I mean.... I can, but.")

They just know that Fearne is the best, and they want her to know they think so. He feels lucky to get to experience new things with her, and he wants to keep doing that. He's down for any stupid thing she wants to do. He doesn't think about the future, and neither does she. He's not asking for any promises, just for another adventure tomorrow. So they're gonna go on adventures and see what happens. Neither of them knows what the fuck it'll be, but maybe that's beside the point.

As someone who really isn't wired to live in the moment, who is deeply stressed out by uncertainty, I'm surprised by how moved I am to see the way this is playing out. Because I'm moved! It's just a nice reminder that there are lots of ways to be. It's true to both characters, and it works. They're both wonderful, and they think each other are wonderful. Who cares what it is beyond that, so long as it's good?

[kaliforniahigh]

Hello! I come with angst ideas for Ex Husband!Noah.

So.

For context they’re still married at this point.

Ezra’s school is putting on a show (like an end of the school year or a Christmas show?) and he’s like SUUUPER excited about it.

He’s been practicing his lines every day. He only has a small part but he doesn’t care.

Noah promises he’s going to be there but he’s not home yet when it’s time to leave to head to the school to watch it.

You take your seat and there’s an empty one beside you.

The show starts and Noah still isn’t there.

You can’t help but notice the devastation in Ezra’s face that’s mixed with hope as he watches the door at the back just in case he comes in.

You confront Noah when you’re home.

LOVE YOU! And love this au!

Wow, you really came through with this angst!!! I love this so much. I feel like even though Noah is a great dad, sometimes, parents just slip and end up doing not nice things. I'd say this is definitely something that haunts Noah to this day. Especially because he's had to miss more school plays and events due to his job.

Anyway, here's a little something about how this went down when they were still married. Thanks agains for sending this in <3 Love ya!!!!

Warnings: me not knowing how school plays work lol angst, exwife is a little angry, but things end as well as they can.

WC: 2.5k words. (not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes!)

Exhusband!Noah and Exwife!Reader masterlist.

You were honestly grateful Ezra's school play was happening today. Even though you loved how excited and happy he was about it, getting to hear a play by play on how theater practice is going kind of took a toll on you. You'd never tell him this, though, so you'd just let the kid ramble on for hours on end.

"And that's because he's the tree. Which is unmovable and has no lines. Imagine if he gets a main role one day", Noah pointed out once, as you were laying in bed at the end of the day.

"At least he's dedicated. Main role or not", you said. "I bet he's gonna be the best unmovable tree, though"

"Of course he is. He's my son and we don't do things half assed", you snorted at this because it's absolutely true. Noah went above and beyond even for things with little significance at the and of the day, and you expected your son to be no different.

Right now, you were getting ready to attend the school play. You had dropped off Ezra early at school, so him, the other kids, and the teachers could get everything ready on time, and make sure all the kids were set.

You had agreed with Noah to meet him there, since he had band practice and it would run a little bit late and he wouldn't have time to come home and get ready with you.

It was nearing 6pm and you texted him saying you'd leave in about twenty minutes, and you'd save him a seat beside you for when he arrived.

When you got no answer, you thought it was odd, but didn't dwell on it too much. He must be busy at the moment and couldn't check his phone.

You grabbed your stuff and headed out, texting him on the way to the school once again.

Still no answer.

You waited until you were parked at the school parking lot to call him, instead of texting, but it just went straight to voicemail. You decided to leave him a message.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm already here. Are you on your way? Text me when you can"

Hanging up the phone, you had a strange feeling pooling in your belly, but you pushed it aside. He was gonna be here. He had to be here. Ezra was talking about this school play for weeks, there's no way Noah wouldn't be here for it.

Locking your car, you made your way to the school theater. Finding a place towards the front, you sat down and placed your bag on the seat beside you.

The play would start in about forty minutes, and during that time, you guess you've called Noah more than ten times. At this point, you were getting agitated, a nervousness settled deep in your stomach, and you started to get antsy.

When the lights dimmed, and the music started to play, it dawned on you. Noah wasn't coming.

Trying one more time, and still without success, you decided you wouldn't call him again.

Your mind went a hundred miles a minute, thinking about all of the things that could've happened that would prevent Noah from being here. You even though about the worst case scenarios, but brushed it off as soon as it came to your mind. Bad new traveled fast, and if something had happened to him, you'd surely know by now.

Ezra came into play, his little face poking through a hole in the tree costume, and you smiled when he spotted you in the crowd. You could see his face turn into a frown though, when he noticed his father was not sitting beside you. You just waved at him, trying to act nonchalant.

Throughout the play, you'd be lying to say you were paying attention. You didn't know if you felt anger, concern or disappointment. You guess it was a mixture of all three.

About thirty minutes into the play, you turned your phone brightness all the way down, so people wouldn't notice you on your phone, and decided to text Ruffilo.

You: Hey, Nick. You know where Noah is?

You waited a few minutes for his replay. Heart beating fast.

Ruff: Hey, Y/N.

Ruff: Yeah, we're hanging at Matt's place. I think Noah's phone is dead, though.

Ruff: You wanna talk to him?

You stared at the text messages in complete disbelief. He was hanging at Matt's place? Hanging with his buddies instead of being here for his son?

You'd love to know what excuse he'd come up with.

You: Not really. Just let him know he's missing his son's school play.

You locked your phone, and you could tell the play was about to wrap up, as the main characters delivered the last lines, and in a couple of minutes, everyone was standing up and clapping, as the kids bowed on stage.

You felt your phone vibrate and looked at the screen.

Ruff: Shit.

Shit indeed, you thought to yourself, as you sat down once again to wait for Ezra to come and find you. He just had to take his costume off and change back into his clothes.

It didn't take long before he appeared on the side of the stage, one of the teachers holding his hand as he looked for you. Standing up, you waved, and he came walking towards you as soon as he spot you.

He came walking. Not running, as you expected.

"Where's daddy?", he asked you, as you crouched down to his level. He had a deep frown on his face.

"Hi, baby", you greeted him, smoothing his hair that was growing to be long like his father's. "Daddy got sick, sweetheart. He couldn't be here. I'm sorry"

You hated lying to Ezra, and you didn't do it often at all, if ever. But, this time, you guess it would be better to not tell him the truth, instead of saying his father completely forgot about his school play.

"What does daddy have?", Ezra asked.

"I think it's just a stomach bug, buddy. He'll be fine soon, don't worry", you reassured him, but his demeanor didn't change, or get better.

"Can we go home? I'm tired", he said, reaching his arms up for you, and you picked him up. You couldn't help but notice he was getting too big for you to carry him, and you'd soon had to stop.

"Of course we can", you said, threading your fingers through his hair, as he laid his head down on your shoulder.

You wanted to cry. You hated seeing your son sad.

Walking with him to the parking lot, a bunch of parents were walking to their own cars with their kids, and you greeted some of them on the way, recognizing them as parents from Ezra's class.

Strapping him in his booster seat, you got in the driver's seat yourself and started the drive home.

Observing him through the inside rearview mirror, you noticed that halfway home, Ezra dozed off and took a nap.

There's no way he'd eat something, or take a bath, before going to bed today.

Arriving home, you took him in your arms once again, struggling with the key to the door a little, but finally able to get it open. You walked with him to his bedroom, setting him on his bed, where he sat, rubbing his eyes and looking extra sleepy.

"You wanna eat something?", you asked, and he shook his head no. "A warm bath?", he shook his head no once again. "Ok, then, I know you're tired, so tonight, you can go straight to bed"

Walking towards his dresser, you opened the pajama drawer.

"You want the dinosaur, or the robots pajama?"

"Dinosaur"

You nodded and grabbed the dinosaur pajama and helped him into them, and in no time, he was snuggled under the blanket. You waited a few minutes, until his breaths evened out and you were sure he had fallen asleep.

While you waited, you heard the front door open, so you got up from your spot on the bed, closed the door behind you, and made your way to the living room.

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted Noah locking the door behind him. Turning around to face you, you swear you've never seen a guiltier face in you entire life.

"Y/N...", he started, but you cut him off. Much to his dismay, you had a lot of time to simmer in your anger on the drive back home.

"I honestly don't even wanna look at you right now. Let alone hear whatever stupid excuse you're gonna come up with", you told him, coldness and a tinge of anger seeping into your voice. He can tell you're holding back on him.

"I don't have an excuse", he said, looking down, and when he looked back at you, you could see his watery eyes reflecting in the lights coming from outside the window.

"I don't know if that's better or worse", you pointed out.

"I just", he said, taking a long breath. "I just forgot. I don't know what happened, but I just forgot"

You don't know if you should feel any better about his honesty and the fact that he didn't try to come up with a false reason for not being there.

"You forgot about the play he's been telling us about for the past, I don't know, month?", you question him, incredulous.

"I just forgot, ok? I don't know what else to say", he told you, visibly getting frustrated at the situation and at himself.

"You don't get to be fucking angry and pissy here, alright?", you say, trying not to raise your voice, pointing a finger at him. "You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day so you can explain yourself"

You don't give him a chance to reply, as you start to make your way to the kitchen to grab your nightly glass of water. You can hear him trailing behind you, though.

"I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to forget about it", his voice was meek and a little shaky.

"It's not me you should be apologizing for. It's your son", you grab your glass of water and start to make your way to your shared bedroom, when you stop in your tracks and turn back to him. "I told him you were sick. So, when he asks, just go with the story"

This time, you disappear down the hallway to your bedroom.

You go through you nighttime routine and Noah doesn't come in the bathroom, or in the bedroom. He knows to give you some space and time when you're angry. Especially when you're angry at him.

You turn off the lamp and slip under the blankets, but sleep doesn't find you so easily. Instead, you toss and turn in bed, and, as you lay there, you slowly start to feel the anger slipping away from your bones.

Tomorrow is gonna be a new day, and you couldn't hold this over his head forever, anyway.

After ten more minutes, the door opens and Noah comes into the bedroom. He quietly does his thing in the bathroom, and changes into his sleep clothes. He doesn't say anything, even though he can tell you're awake.

It's when he lays down in bed with you, that it all comes crashing down.

It starts off with quiet sniffles, that soon turn into full body sobs, as he tries to even out his breath and wipe the tears from his eyes.

You come out of mom mode, and instead, you decide to be the partner he needs right now.

Turning on your side, you wrap your arms around him, and he rests his head on your shoulder, his cries not letting up.

"I'm such a shitty father. How can I fucking forget my son's school play?"

"You're not a shitty father. What happened today wasn't nice, but it doesn't define you as a father", you tell him, honestly, but you can tell it's gonna take more for him to understand that.

"Yes, I am. I try so hard to not fuck up but it happens anyways. Maybe it runs in the family, and you're probably wondering why you even had a kid with me in the first place"

This time, you sit up in bed, and you prompt him to sit up with you. Taking his head in your hands, you make him look you in the eye. His tear-stained face looks back at you, as fresh tears still slip down his cheeks.

"That's something I won't tolerate", you tell him, with a firm, but gentle tone. You needed him to understand this. "I never thought twice about having a baby with you, and I wouldn't think twice about having another one", you said, taking a few seconds for him to comprehend your words. "Again, this does not define you as a father, and, honestly? This is not the only shitty thing that'll happen. We have Ezra's whole life ahead of us, and we're bound to mess up from time to time. But what matters is that we're trying. And we're doing damn well so far"

He's calmed down by now, as he listens to what you're saying. You've always had the ability to ease his nerves, even in situations like this.

"Ezra is so loved by both of us, this was just a little bump on the road, ok?", you asked and he nodded.

"Thank you", he said, voice low and throat raspy from the force of his cries.

"You don't have to thank me. You know I love you forever, right? And we're doing this together"

"I love you so much", he intertwined his hands with yours and kissed the back of your hand. "Can Ezra sleep with us tonight?", he asks and you nod in agreement.

"Go get him. He'll love to see you"

As Noah left the bedroom to get Ezra, you thought over the events of today.

You knew what happened was far from ideal, but like you told Noah, it does not reflect who he is as a father. Besides, shit is bound to happen, and you're sure you're going to mess up as well sometime in the future. It was all about how you decided to handle it. And you handled it like you and Noah always did. Together.

A few minutes later, Noah comes back with a drowsy, but happy looking Ezra in his arms. And, as they both lay down, with the little on in the middle, Ezra turns to you and whispers.

"Daddy's not feeling so great tonight, mommy. So I'll cuddle him with him instead of you, ok?", he asks, and you get a little amused.

"That's fine, baby", you agree, heart swelling with pride at how considerate and kind your son is.

And that's how you fall asleep. Ezra tucked under Noah's arm that is stretched under his son's head, caressing your hair softly, a silent apology, as you look at him, giving a smile and a little nod, telling him you're accepting it.

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[omnisentient]

✦¸.•°”˜✦ 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 ✦˜”°•.¸✦

Healing your weary soul ✦

Pairings: Xavier x mc.

Tags: fluff, slow evenings, comfort

Warnings: None. Enjoy ♡☆

"Hello honey."

"Hello, my love."

Xavier responds cheerfully, seated on the sofa with a book in hand. You kick off your shoes, flopping down next to him, completely worn out.

"Tired?"

"Yeah.." you sigh.

"Come here." He beckons you closer, setting his book down on the table.

You whine as you scoot towards him, letting him pull you onto his lap.

This is nice, you think, sighing softly as you sink into his arms. He caresses your hair softly, his other arm rubbing your back slowly to soothe you. You sink further into his embrace, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"Bad day?" He asks. You mutter something unintelligible into his neck, and he surmises that you'd rather not talk about it. That's fine.

You feel his lips press against your temple, and your heart swells, gripping onto the front of his shirt, clinging to him. You stay like that for what feels like ages, the gentle sunset breeze fluttering in from the balcony, and you think, the bad days might just be worth it.

If it means coming home to his warm embrace.

To be comforted by him.

"Is there anything you want, my love?" He asks, his voice so soft, you think you might cry.

What more could you possibly want, with the world at your fingertips.

"Radio.." you mutter.

"A radio..?"

You can feel him look down at you in his arms, his puzzled face clear as day even with your eyes closed.

"You want.. a radio..?" He echoes, lost.

"Do we have, a radio?"

You chuckle, practically seeing his mind spinning in real time.

"When was the last time i even saw a physical radio.." He ponders out loud.

You chuckle again, enjoying his confusion.

"No honey. I want Xavier fm.."

He looks down at you again, absorbing your words.

"Any particular station?" He asks when he finally gets it, a smile on his face.

"No, I just wanna hear you talk."

He laughs, and you can feel the vibration through his chest, making you smile too.

"Well, fatso visited me again today. He had a little friend with him this time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. They were on a lunch date. He showed her how to use the bird feeder and everything."

You smile, imagining the scene in your head.

"A new barbecue restaurant opened up nearby. We should check it out when you're not busy."

"Mmhm." You nod, already looking forward to it.

"The Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do in your life was die." You laugh, not even trying for a response.

"Pigs naturally can't see the sky. How sad. They've never seen stars before."

"I'd kill anyone that hurts you." Your breath hitches, your heart squeezing in your chest.

"It's been scientifically proven that observing things changes their behaviour."

"In the the double slit experiment, when photons pass through a slit, they behave like a wave, spreading out instead of beaming straight ahead. But when scientists try to confirm this phenomenon with equipment and measurements, they behave like particles again, beaming straight ahead."

"So observation acts as interference. Which has interesting implications on all experiments held across time."

"Would scientists in future consider performing tests where one subject is observed from time to time, while the other is isolated? And how far would they go? Would it become a spectrum, based on the number of times observed? And would results differ based on the person observing.. That would... "

...

You don't know when exactly you fell asleep, but the echo of his voice against your ear and the comfortable rambling gently soothe your wearing soul, sweeping you away to dreamland.

...

Xavier may or may not have carried you in his arms to grab water, snacks and his controller as you slept, refusing to put you down. You woke up many hours later, the sun having since departed, to him playing video games with you still laying in his arms.

He smiled down warmly at you, once you began to stir, making no move to let you go.

"Hungry?"

"I ordered hot oil noodles and orange chicken while you were asleep. Let's eat, love."

And as you fully came to, warm, stomach rumbling and eyes crusty from sleep, you thought, this just might be, your very own slice of heaven.

˜”°•.¸✦¸.•°”˜

[somewhat-insane]

Kinda request? You can denial if you don't like.

Sun Wukong x Male!Reader

Just reader take control of everything and shower the king with love hc

Ooo~ Yes! I need more x Male!Reader things in the fandom. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to write gendered readers so I don't think there's actually any implication the reader is male but- just believe I had a Male!Reader in mind- (I hope I understood the request correctly-)

~Sun Wukong x Male!Reader ~

Tags: Ooc, fluff

!!Warnings!!: Wukong's my favorite character so I kinda lost control of this one a bit so just- manage your expectations, mentally ill monkey doesn't know how to be normal about emotions

Doesn't really know how to react at first when you scratch behind his ears and groom his fur and squish his cheeks

He's the monkey king after all! The Great Sage; Equal to heaven! He can't break just because someone treats him with "love" and "care" pfft... but also, don't stop

He's not used to people being so... forward with him in this way

Sure, he's used to MK's enthusiasm and even Mei's impulsive rage, but, aside from a hug here and there, he's not used to such blunt affection

Emotional rollercoaster

"Obviously you love me! I'm the monkey king! ... But also, why don't you hate me?"

He's pretty suspicious for a while but tries to hide it in front of the others

He'll drop passive-aggressive hints but won't be outwardly rude UNLESS you meet his energy in which case he will start being blunt and insult you to your face (though, at this point I'm like 90% sure he's trying to flirt but not even he knows. He just likes going back and forth with you; though he sometimes gets genuinely upset, especially if you mention his past or mental state. He'll sulk for a while but then he gets an idea for a good comeback and is back to his old self)

How and why you show him love will determine how quickly he gets vulnerable with you

If you're gentle with him and just genuinely want to show him love and care, then I'd give him anywhere between a week and a month

One day you do one loving thing too many and he snaps

Literally

You're just letting him lay his head on your shoulder while you play with his hair and suddenly he's snarling and baring his teeth demanding that you tell him what you're planning

"You must be planning something! Otherwise, why would you be doing all this nice stuff and act so affectionate?"

After arguing with him and trying to calm him down, he starts crying and, congrats! Now you have to comfort a crying, immortal, murder monkey who is clinging to you like you'll disappear

After that, I wouldn't say he fully believes you--he'll always be subconsciously waiting for you to betray him--but he does start seeking you out and letting you love on him (and now he returns the affection!)

On the other hand, if you just show him affection to tease him, it could take years for him to fully trust you

Kind of an enemies-to-lovers type thing except the enemy part is kind of one-sided (unless it's not and you hate him and I have to ask, why do you hate him he is literally the best boi-... that may or may not be a murderer but that's unrelated -3-)

He'll lay awake at night replaying times you've made him blush and he'll just be cursing at himself for all the weird feelings you make him feel

He'll go from "knowing you're just teasing and teasing back" to "believing you're teasing and wishes you weren't" to finally "GOd DAMNIT JUST KISS ME ALREADY YOU HANDSOME IDIOT"

Once you get over the trust hurdle, he'll definitely take advantage

Clingy (he could only hold back his inner monkey for so long and now he has to be touching you in some way, shape, or form every second of the day)

The moment you sit down he is in your lap and begging you for affection

Whines... all the time

"Nooooooooo, don't get out of bed, you haven't given me enough pats yet."

Won't let you leave until you give him a bunch of kisses

Uh-oh. Now he's cocky and will show off

It takes a while, but eventually, you have a clingy monkey who melts at your touch.

~

I'm sorry this took so long- As I stated earlier, Wukong's my favorite and I just- I could talk about him forever-

[pomefioredove]

hi bub! your christmas event is so cute! i'd like to order #10, a sugar cookie with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle <3

this prompt turned out to be pretty similar to another, so I decided to make it a two-parter! second part will be out tomorrow

part II

order #10, sugar with whipped cream, chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ opening old wounds I

summary: ruggie's first love is leona's new fiance(e) tropes: royalty au, exes to lovers characters: ruggie additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is not yuu, really leaning into the royal au here

It was never going to last.

Ruggie had told himself that before it was even over.

It wasn't going to last, and he knew it. He knew it well.

You were too good for him. And you didn't know it then, but you would. Royals don't marry penniless servants- they just don't.

They marry dukes and duchesses, counts, nobles, princesses and-

"Prince Leona," Ruggie sticks his hands in the pockets of the worn, thin, moth-bitten thing he calls a uniform.

The prince looks down at him, something in his eye akin to fondness, and then: "I told you to quit 'callin me that. Leona is fine,"

"Shishishi. I'll get in trouble with the head of staff if she hears me 'disrespectin you like that, your highness,"

Leona rolls his eyes, though he knows Ruggie is right, and he starts walking. Ruggie trails behind him, like a stray puppy looking for scraps.

"I'll tell Neji to lay off you. Is that what you want?"

Ruggie smiles. "Shishi. Maybe. You're in an awful generous mood today, Prince,"

Leona raises an eyebrow as they walk under the portrait of his father, regal and imperturbable and everything Leona wasn't. Everything that he was supposed to be.

"Don't get used to it. I've still gotta deal with the current royal pain everyone's convinced is gonna set me straight..."

Ruggie snorts. "Don't worry. You'll drive 'em away, like the last dozen suitors,"

Leona stops at an imposing pair of doors, to one of the palace's many lounges, his smiley servant right behind him. "Ready?"

The prince rolls his eyes and pushes them open, no interest in a quiet introduction. The finely-dressed, politely seated party at the other end of the lounge, look to the doors as they slam against the walls. Neji sighs. Leona's sister-in-law mumbles something into her cup of tea.

"Well? I'm here," he says, hands on his hips.

Falena stands, greeting his younger brother with a pointed glare. "Here you are, indeed. Half an hour late,"

"I was speaking with the ambassadors," Leona shrugs him off, walking into the room. Ruggie gets a few looks as he follows, but, thankfully, no one says anything. He'll sneak a few tasty hors d'oeuvres, eavesdrop on the drama, and be out of here in-

You.

You.

What are you doing here???

Though you wouldn't have known, the serving staff at the palace had just as many rules as the royals, and Ruggie was currently in violation of the two most important ones: he stops moving, and he stares.

At you.

Not that he can help it!

It takes a pointed glare from Leona (thank Sevens for him, honestly) for Ruggie to remember where, and who he is, and he finally moves, standing in the corner behind the royal ensemble, sweating like a sinner in church.

"Now, we can skip the formalities, and discuss the engagement," Neji says, clearing his throat and unfurling a comically long scroll. "Once the prince's engagement to Their Grace is announced to the peoples, a dowry will be expected. The dowry is traditional, more symbolic for our image than..."

Neji's lecture fades into silence as Ruggie stares at you. You're dressed in some frilly thing he can't imagine you like, sitting stiffly in your seat, trying very, very hard not to stare back.

He knows that you can see him, invisible as he is as a servant.

"...And that's not even accounting for the press. It will be quite the affair, we want to look cordial," Neji says, giving Leona a look.

The prince scoffs. "Come on. I'll play nice for the press until this is over,"

"Until the wedding," Falena corrects him.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Are we done here? I was actually speaking with the ambassadors before I was dragged over for tea time,"

The King Regent sighs, but dismisses Leona and Ruggie with a wave of his hand. He doesn't need to be told twice; he leaves, his servant not far behind.

As soon as the doors are closed again, Leona turns to Ruggie with a frown. "What's the problem?"

"There's no problem,"

"I hope you don't plan on an acting career," he scoffs. "So, what's the problem? You know something."

"Know something?" Ruggie laughs, almost nervously. He's usually much more convincing than this, damn it.

Leona crosses his arms. He doesn't speak, nor budge until Ruggie starts talking again.

"I... ah... have a history with the future in-laws. B-but it was a long time ago! Way before I worked at the palace, let alone knew you, and-"

He holds up a hand. "Stop talking. You and... them. Had a thing?"

"...Yes,"

Leona pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, as if that was the longest fifteen seconds of his life.

Ruggie opens his mouth. Leona holds up a finger, and he shuts it again.

"...Quiet. I'm thinking. I can work with this... Don't tell anyone what you just told me, firstly,"

"Done,"

"Secondly..." he rubs his chin, looking at the floor, a bit to the left. "...You're annoying as all hell. But you're charming. If you can get on my good side you can... yeah, that'll work."

Ruggie watches Leona as he thinks aloud. "What'll work?"

The prince looks back at him, and in a completely serious, unbothered tone: "You'll seduce 'em,"

"HUH?"

"Don't act like you weren't thinking the same damn thing in there," Leona scoffs. "Seduce their royal ass, convince 'em to elope with you, convince my family you're in love or whatever. You get the fiance, I get less headaches. No one'll ever know."

Ruggie stares at the prince as if he had just grown a second tail. "You can't be serious. No way that'll work!"

"It will if you're not such a baby about it!"

"This has nothing to do with me! It's a crazy idea, no way they're going to-"

The creak of the heavy doors opening makes both Leona and Ruggie go stiff and silent. The royal family- yours, that is, not Leona's- comes out, close together and quiet.

When you look over your shoulder, a pout on your perfect lips, you look at Ruggie. Not Leona.

And then you're gone, your family and you, the sound of ruffles and frills dragging across the floor getting further and further from the imposing doors and the two boys beneath them.

Leona turns to Ruggie with a smirk. "Well, well,"

"Come on, that didn't mean anything,"

The prince begins walking, and Ruggie is forced to follow. "But it could. Now, let's get talking. We've got a lot of planning to do if we're going to make this work,"

[tomssexdoll]

HI

okay so y/n asks 2009-2010 tom to go to a party with her friend but tom doesnt allow, so she goes there secretly. at the end of the party tom waits y/n with his black lambo looking real mad and then he fucks her real hard because she basically escaped (do this like real rough and mean) (ONLY IF U WANT TO BTWW!!)😭

yess!

Brat taming

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N wants to go to a friends birthday party but Tom knows that there will be a bunch of guys there and ones that he really didn't like. Y/N is really upset but decides to play it cool so she can sneak out later, she wasn't going to miss her friends birthday cause of Tom. A/N: AHHH WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), rough fingering, overstimulation, degrading

"Hey Tom, I'm going to my friends party tonight" I approached him as he cooked us lunch, he furrowed his eyebrow "which friend?" turning his head to face me, "casandra" I smiled and hugged his waist from behind.

He grunted, "the one who knows every single guy I hate" I rolled my eyes "Tom it's fine, they probably won't be there" he turned around and towered over me "no, you aren't going, I know what she's like and I know what those guys are like" he growled lowly.

"Tom! That's not fair it's her birthday!" I whined, he grabbed my arm softly "I said no, nothing you say will convince me, sit down and eat" he sighed.

I hesitated for a second but obliged, he was right, nothing would convince him, but that doesn't mean I don't have other ways. I kept my cool so he wouldn't suspect me of doing anything later in the night.

After dinner we cleaned up and watched a movie, I tried to make everything as smooth as possible and texted casandra my plan, we had decided that 12am would be the best time for me to arrive and that I'd call an uber.

As the movie finished I acted sleepy, slouching on him. I felt his arms wrap around me and lift me up, "time for bed baby.." he chuckled and carried me to the bed, plopping me on there and coming up behind me, spooning me tightly. "Goodnight..." I mumbled, my facade working perfectly.

"Goodnight baby girl, sleep well" he kissed the top of my head, nuzzling his face into my neck.

As Tom layed asleep, I slowly peeled his arms off me, getting up from the bed and slipping on the dress I had hid beside the bed. He slowly woke up, tossing and turning "mm, baby where are you going.." he mumbled.

I cursed under my breath and turned to face him, luckily it was dark so he couldn't see the outfit I was in right now. "Just going to the bathroom baby go back to sleep.." I whispered and walked into the bathroom, quickly doing my makeup and hair.

As I opened the door I heard Tom softly snoring, I sighed, feeling a bit guilty but knew I had to go to this party, after all it was my friends birthday.

I slowly walked to the window, opening it quietly and jumping out. There was grass on the bottom so it didn't make a lot of noise, then I quickly slipped my heels on and ran off, jumping into my uber.

I arrived at her house, music blasting from the inside, vibrating the ground. I stepped inside and greeted casandra, handing her a bottle of vodka I had stopped to get on the way as a present. She smiled brightly and kissed my cheek, running to her bedroom and stashing it there. As she came back she hugged me, "oh thank you so much that is my favourite brand of vodka" I chuckled "yeah I knoww, but why did you lock it away, aren't you gonna drink it tonight?" she scoffed "no way! That is special and it's expensive so I'm keeping it for myself" she tapped my chin teasingly, I smiled and apprecited what she'd done.

As the night strung along, I had 3 cocktails and 4 shots, I was pretty drunk but not too drunk and decided to leave it at that, I wanted to talk with people and have fun, not be blackout drunk and possibly get kidnapped.

I talked to multiple people, some of the guys Tom hated weren't that bad, they were respectful and really nice. The conversation never turned sexual and always focused on goals and achievements.

TOMS POV:

I woke up to a cold breeze hitting me, confused, thinking I had left the window open. I went to get up but realized Y/N wasn't in bed with me, I remember her getting up for the toilet but that was ages ago..wasn't it?

I checked the time and it was 4am, I got up and checked the bathroom, nothing, the kitchen, nothing, the living room, nothing.

Then it sparked and I realized what she had done, I shouldn't of fell for it, she acted too calm about the situation. Usually she'd get really upset and argue with me about it for hours but she was pretty accepting of it.

I rubbed my temples in frustration, anger coursing through my body. "For fuck sakes..she's in so much fucking trouble" I grunted and grabbed my keys, slamming the front door and getting into my car, speeding off to this shitty party.

Y/NS POV:

At this point the party was pretty much finished, everyone was either passed out in various spots around the house or had gone home. I decided to go outside and have a cigarette with the guy I was talking to. We talked about high school and all the stupid things we did.

As I was taking a drag of my cigarette I suddenly heard crackling sounds, screeching of tires filling the air, I rolled my eyes and assumed it was some stupid teenagers doing burnout, but I listened more closely, a small squeeking noise, the noise that hit too close to home.

A sound that would only come from Tom's car, my eyes widened as I realised I had been caught, there was no way I was going to be able to walk tomorrow. I thought I successfully got away with it.

I watched as Tom's car came to a halt, his dark figure emerging from the car and storming over towards me. When the light illuminated his face I saw the pure rage and disgust in his eyes, his fists clenched at his sides and his chest heaving up and down.

"Why the fuck did you sneak out" he yelled "and why the fuck are you with him?" he scoffed, mocking the guy. He just rolled his eyes and walked off, giving me a 'goodluck' look.

"I knew you weren't going to be convinced with anything I said so I took matters into my own hands" I said non chalantly, shrugging my shoulders. I saw anger flash in his eyes, he grabbed my arm roughly "I'm not fucking dealing with your attitude, wait till we get home" he growled lowly, dragging me to the car.

No matter how angry he was, Tom never ever hit me, not a single finger or anything. He wasn't so rough with me to the point where I was bruised or hurt. Yes, he can be rough at times but the thought of hurting me has never crossed his mind.

He shoved me in and got into the drivers seat, starting the car and speeding off back home. I slouched in my seat, "I wasn't going to miss my friends birthday party because you don't approve of a group of guys, they weren't even bad, they were so nice to me" crossing my arms, his grip tightened on the wheel, his jaw clenching roughly.

"Shut up, you dont know what they're capable of" he pulled into the driveway, I got out of the car and slammed the door, walking inside the house. I set down my things on the couch and sat down, sighing deeply. My head was throbbing from all the alcohol, Tom emerged into the room and looked down at me "go to the bedroom and strip, now" he demanded, his tone cruel and dark.

I scoffed "no, I'm going to sit here and watch a movie and then go to bed" he chuckled angrily and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. He towered over me, looking at me threateningly "do as your told or you won't be able to walk at all tomorrow" I sighed in defeat and walked upstairs, stepping into our shared bedroom, taking my dress off.

I threw it to the side and clipped my bra off, sliding my panties off, disposing of those too. I sat on the bed and waited for him, nervous and excited for what awaited me.

I heard Toms heavy footsteps coming closer, he stormed into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "Always acting like a fucking brat" he walked towards me, pulling me up and smashing his lips into mine, I moaned into the kiss, giving him access to shove his tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues fought for dominance, his hand sliding down to my ass and giving it a harsh smack, I yelped and pulled away. His head buried into the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking harshly, leaving marks everywhere, "you're mine.." he growled, pushing me onto the bed harshly, climbing on top of me and loosening his belt, taking his pants off in a hurry, rage still filled in his eyes.

"Can't even listen to me, you have to act out" he reached out and grabbed my thighs pulling them closer towards him, I felt his clothed erection press against my aching pussy, "mm..please.." I mumbled, begging for his cock.

He grabbed my hair roughly, tugging on it, "don't be impatient, or you'll get nothing" he spat, I whined as I watched him pull his cock out. It stood tall, throbbing and super veiny.

"You're going to take it like the fucking slut you are, ok?" he demanded, grabbing my chin roughly to face him, I nodded and bit my lip, feeling his tip tease my entrance.

I knew I couldn't complain, all I had to do was sit there and painfully wait for his massive cock to punish me. "Oh fuck!" I cried out as he shoved half of his length in, my pussy resisting his cock. He grunted and grabbed my hips, digging his nails into them and leaving deep marks on the skin, trying to push himself in more.

"Fucking hell" he groaned, spitting on his hands and rubbing it onto the rest of his cock, slowly pushing in and fitting all of himself in me. I felt super full, unable to even think.

"Fuck.." I whispered my head lolling back, he chuckled evily, retracting his cock and slamming it back in, creating a brutal pace, his tip instatly hitting my g spot, abusing it.

"Ah! Too much Tom!" I whimpered, he growled and went faster, "you shouldn't of acted up so much..could've avoided this" his cock rammed in and out of me, my pussy able to handle everything that was happening.

Tom was pretty big, 8 inches. Even when he was gentle it hurt. But he always made sure I was ok, I guess this time was different, his cock balls deep in me, pounding into me mercilessly.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure, my clit was aching, desperate for attention. I cried out, grabbing one of his hands and moving it to his clit, he chuckled "so needy huh? my cock can't satisfy you enough?" his fingers latching onto my clit and rubbing rough circles.

"Such a slut.." he mumbled, growing more and more impatient. "You're so lucky, I give you everything and yet you still fucking act out", I whimpered "sorry..", he rolled his eyes "sorry won't cut it" his grip loosening on my hips and removing a hand off my clit, moving to my breasts, squeezing them tightly.

I moaned as his fingers grazed over my sensitive nipples, wrapping my legs around his waist and bringing him in closer, the pleasure hitting me in intense waves, making me arch my back.

Tom grinned as I arched my back, his head diving into my tits, sucking them cruely, his teeth biting my nipples softly.

I felt a knot building in my stomach, slowly coiling down to my core, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern, he took me hard and fast, his breath came in ragged gasps as his release built up.

"Cum with me baby.." he growled, catching my lips in a rough kiss. I kissed him back, his tongue slipping into my mouth. With every powerful thrust, he relished the feeling of my body wrapping around him like a second skin. "Holy fuck...gonna cum" he groaned, my tight walls clenching around his cock sent waves on pleasure coursing throughout his body.

With one last brutal thrust he emptied himself in me, painting my walls white. Shortly after his orgasm I came too, my body shuddering as i did.

He slowly pulled out, crawling behind me on the bed and grabbing me, pulling me closer. I felt his cock pressed up against my back and his fingers slithering around to my pussy, sliding 2 figits in my pussy and pushing our cum back in.

I whimpered, the overstimulation setting in, "tommy no! too much!" I complained, tears falling down my cheeks, "shut up.." he said coldly, thrusting his fingers in roughly, curling his fingers at my g spot.

"Cum for me again.." he growled, slamming his fingers in and out. I was so wet that the wrong move would send his fingers flying out of me. He held me tightly and reached his thumb up to rub my clit.

I was becoming super overstimulated, the pleasure way too much for me. "Tom!" I cried out, nearing another orgasm.

"Cmon!" he shouted, pounding my pussy with his fingers, my pussy clenched again, engulfing his fingers. "Fuck yeah.." he muttered, teasing my g spot.

"Mmm! Gonna cum!" I cried out, cumming all over his fingers, whimpering as the orgasm hurt a little. He pulled his fingers out, licking the juices off clean.

He looked down at me, my body shaking and my eyes droopy, "oh baby..you're so sleepy" he chuckles, grabbing my small frame and laying us properly on the bed, holding me tight.

"This is what happens when you disobey me baby..you know that" he sighed, "when will you learn" he stroked my hair softly as I fell asleep in his arms.

tags: @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @syylss @charliesgoodboy @ge-billsgf @20doozers @miyukafujii @bkaulitzlover @ballhair

[rrayaton]

Hello,

Is it okey if I ask you this request? I'm thinking between Carlo and Romeo x Reader (separated unless you like to spice up like: Romeo x Carlo x Reader) 7w7

Can be platonically or romantic way, your choice

I've read of Markiona x Fem Reader, absolutly adorable and sweet even sassy when she said where is her compliment at, love her 🤭❤️

Thanks for the request! I'm not the best at doing multiple characters x reader at the same time unless it's platonic, so I'll do them individually for romantic! 😭

Also this an au where they are both still very much alive and NOT pre-events of lies of p or overture, though I'd still write as if Krat was still in it's prime and not dangerous because I can't have you living in such harsh environments

Note: I kept getting confused if reader was at the rose estate or if you lived somewhere else so sorry if it's confusing, also everything I wrote could've just been with the two of them together with reader but I decided against that, my bad..

This'll be a longgg post so buckle up and enjoy!

Carlo

He is the cheekiest partner you could ever have. He loves teasing the heck out of you, so if you ever embarrass yourself around him then you are NOT safe, he's going to tease you over and over until you get upset with him

He's a bit spontaneous, sometimes he'll pull you into a big hug and next he's pulling you in for a kiss.

I see him always competing with you (in a fun way) like racing you to your designated spot or playing board games with you and he gets VERY upset if he loses, unlike Romeo, he wants to win and won't go easy on you

He'll take whatever you had in your hand and runs away with it, expecting you to chase him. If he sees you reading or writing then he is taking your book and reading what you've just written/read out loud while laughing

He will throw rocks at your window until you open it up

A bit of NSFW but anyways, he loves making out with you, Romeo will groan and move away from the two of you whenever Carlo pulls you onto his lap

You will always be him at your house, he likes seeing you but also because he prefers your house over the monad charity.

He's a bit greedy, when you don't pay attention to him then he gets very grumpy. He'll start whining to you that you don't pay attention

Carlo (to himself but wants you to overhear): "You know.. it would be nice, if my lovely partner actually PAYED ATTENTION TO ME!! I'm sitting here, so sad and lonely"

Romeo (who is over his shit): "Carlo, please do me a favour and SHUT UP!"

He likes cuddling with you, a lot. Most of the time he'll initiate it when it's just the two of you around, but if there are other people then he isn't big on hugging you at all, he wants to come off as if he's "the man" and not weak to cuddling 🙄

If he sees you on your bed then he is jumping on top of you (not too hard that'll hurt you) and just lay there

You: "CARLO! GET OFF OF ME!!"

Sometimes he'll just stare at you... and if you stare back at him he'll start laughing

Carlo loves scaring you, he'll hide behind a door and scare (hopefully) the living shit out of you. He'll hide underneath your bed and grab your feet when you get too close, walk up behind you and grab the sides of your body. Anything that'll make you freak out.

I see him stealing food from the kitchens and giving you it when he sees you. Romeo is his lookout

Romeo

He loves cuddling with you, and he doesn't care if other people are around.

Unlike Carlo, he let's you win games, (like arm wrestling, card games, ect.) He'd prefer seeing you happy over his own happiness and if winning makes you happy then he's happy (for you and himself)

He holds your hand or has his arms around your waist

Very charming and romantic

Watches you closely when you’re in the same room to make sure you're okay

Would bow down to you playfully, hoping to make you laugh

Kisses the back of your hand

Loves slow dancing with you, especially if you're just leaning on his shoulder

Appreciates it if you read to him, he'll even read to you

He leaves flowers outside your window. I see him picking flowers on a random field and giving them to you

If you attend monad charity house then you'll always find a flower on your desk

Loves playing with your hair, also loves if you play with his hair

Lays his head on your lap when you guys are sitting outside or on a couch. (Play with his hair when you're like this, he would just melt into you)

He makes sure you're okay all the time, would even stop what he's doing to see how you're doing

He would sneak out of his dorm room or the rose estate to see you

If you stay the night with him then he makes sure you're comfortable. He grabs extra blankets and pillows for you, will definitely cuddle you if you let him. (Honestly is this even allowed? Would they even let you stay at the rose estate AND sleep in the same bed as him? 😭)

He really loves and cares for you.

He trusts you with his life. He won't pursue a relationship with someone he can't trust.

He tells you his woes, about his past, things he might not have even told Carlo

He can't give you much since he doesn't have much money, but he will buy you something that he sees as sentimental.

He will take you out on dates, though you can't go anywhere fancy, he takes you to get ice cream, a stroll in the park, maybe to a festival, even to the lake or beach. And if he can, he'll take you up to Rosa Isabelle Street so you can go to the theaters, maybe see the next live performance. (If you go see Adelina onstage Carlo is sure to come, along with maybe their other friends)

He finds any outfit you wear beautiful

He compliments you all the time. Always telling you how beautiful/handsome you are, sometimes he'll stare at you in awe, making you blush

You: "Why are you staring at me?"

Romeo: "Because you're just so beautiful/handsome to look at."

If you're cold, he'll take his jacket/coat off to wrap around you. If it's raining, he'll use his coat to cover you with

He's the type to lift you up over a puddle

Listens to music with you, will also want to dance with you

Together (more leaning to platonic but can be romantic)

If you thought one was bad enough, imagine having both

They will protect you from anyone and anything. If somebody is picking on you then they'll stand up for you. Carlo would want to beat them up and Romeo would want to just talk to them (rudely)

They fight over who gets to give you their jacket/coat

Carlo: "MY JACKET IS WARMER!"

Romeo: "WE HAVE THE SAME JACKET!"

They will teach you how to protect yourself with your preferred weapon, omg they might even try and get Lea to teach you

These 2 egghead's love gifting you stuff. You have Romeo giving you a flower and you've got Carlo giving you food

Sometimes they'll go to the park with you, you'll have Romeo making daisy crowns with you and Carlo scaring the ducks in the park

When it's snowing, you are not safe with these two. Carlo is going to throw snowballs at you every time you're outside. He'll even sneak one inside and put it down your shirt

Then you have Romeo who'll pretend to be making a snowman then BAM! Hit you right in the face with a snowball

You all have snowball fights with each other (I see you all ganging up on Lea and having a huge snowball fight with he rest of the people at the monad charity)

They are such fun characters to write for but I wanted to give you these before I go on a HUGE headcanon ramble about these two. I hope it wasn't too confusing to read and I didn't really proof read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes 😔. Also I was thinking about doing modern headcanons for lies of P, and have an au where it isn't so sad and heartbreaking.

And thank you so muh for liking my Markiona headcanons, I tried my best for her so I'm glad you enjoyed them :)

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As long as your next to me- Boothill x gn!reader

Just the two of us

Warnings- Arguement, slight angst, kissing, camping, comfort

Summary- Camping with boothill didn't go as planned, I mean what as you supposed to do when he won't listen

“Look, darlin’ I said I'd go find some sticks, just stay still for a bit.”

“It’ll get dark before we can go find stuff.”

“Y/n..” He spoke as you got up to walk away.

The night was starting to arrive, and nothing for your camping trip had been set up. Boothill had been in charge of finding firewood but had just started to annoy you instead. You were in charge of setting up the tent, but you didn't get very far.

“Just don’t, I asked you to get firewood, but you didn’t. It's fucking cold and I’m tired.”

The crunch of the grass between your feet left a heavy feel in boothill’s chest. The guilt in him grew stronger the longer you were away. He wasn’t supposed to make you upset, this trip was supposed to be about getting away from everything, about the both of you, not having arguments or swearing at each other.

“Mudle fudger.” He muttered softly under his breath, he knew he couldn’t leave you out there alone. However, he felt like he should start doing things around the campsite.

Out of the pile that you had pulled out of the car, the tent lay forgotten and half-built. To him, it was a reminder of what he’d done wrong. You had just wanted to get everything done first, then spend the night with him. If it wasn't for his selfishness-.The tent wasn’t hard to set up as he’d done it so many times before. He hadn’t been camping since he lived with his daughter. It brought back too many memories that hit him like a train.

You on the other hand were sick and tired of him at the moment. A walk was a good idea for you, maybe if you’d stayed there for a bit longer you might have taken it out more. The clear night air was a relief to the swirl in your mind. All you could hear was the sound of the chirping crickets and cicadas that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

Sticks lined the ground making them easy to find. At least a fire would be up and running soon. You were worried that when you got back, nothing would’ve gotten done. Surely he’d done something? A cool breeze ran through the forest sending a shiver down your entire body. Maybe it would be nice to curl up by the fire, wrapped in his arms. Maybe he’d even play a song for you. After all, he had bought his guitar along.

On the walk back you rest your head on a tree. You were unsure if you wanted to be back there. You were worried he’d be angry at you. The sticks dug into both your hands and arms, leaving red marks across both of them. When you arrived back at the campsite you saw him sitting in your shared tent, perfectly making the beds in there.

“Boothill..”

“Hey, Darlin’. I’m sorry about earlier-”

You dropped all the sticks and ran towards him. Seeing him brought so much joy to you even if he had pissed you off. You’d only been gone for twenty minutes, but it was twenty minutes to long for Boothill.

“Sorry for yelling at you.” You cupped his soft cheek, the skin beneath your hand comforting. Even if the rest of him was metal.

“No no it was my fault, I didn't listen.”

As you pressed a soft kiss to his lip, he kissed back making your eyes widen with shock. His hand ran down to the small of your back, pulling you in close. He kissed you like it was your last like you were leaving forever. A part of you were still frustrated at him, but you couldn’t stay like that for long. Not when he kissed you like this.

When you both pulled away your cheeks were flushed, and on his face was a cocky grin. “Still mad at me?”

“Yes.” You huffed as you turned away.

“Oh come on I know your lying.”

“Nope.”

“Maybe another kiss would change your mind.”