#Anyone has an ideia for me?

[acciocriativity]

I GOT 200 FOLLOWERS??? Y'ALL ARE INSANE, THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH??

I don't even know what should I do to celebrate it, but I'LL DO SOMETHING FOR SURE.

Does anyone has ideas for me? I'll appreciate it a lot, THANK YOU AGAIN! I LOVE YOU ALL 💖

[hello-nichya-here]

i hate that the general public has the ideia that sandor only sees sansa as a "little sister" and has a stronger bond with arya… got did irreparable damage to society

I get far less mad at the "He's closer to Arya" thing when the people saying it are honest about refering solely to show as that's the only version of the story they've consumed. What I cannot stand is the people that only watched the show and then try to use it as evidence to claim Sandor was closer to Arya IN THE BOOKS THEY'VE NEVER EVEN FUCKING READ!

Buddy, in the books he beat, threatened and insulted her every other paragraph. He HAD moments of campassion towards her, and Arya did take notice and retribute it sometimes, but their dynamic is overwhelmingly negative and toxic. They're not friends, he doesn't see her as someone dear to him, and Arya was 110% justified in leaving him to die - something Sandor himself acknowledges.

Don't get me wrong, I do believe has good in him, and that he will BECOME a good person, as that's clearly what's being set up, but for 90% of the story he is an absolute bastard, even when actively trying to be nice to the Stark girls - and he has ALWAYS put way more effort to be gentler towards Sansa than he ever did to anyone else on Earth, Arya very much included.

He talks about her all the time, makes his romantic/sexual interest in her very clear, and cries on his "death" about how he failed to protect her. More importantly, while he DID threaten Sansa when offering to rescue her, he was in the middle of a PTSD episode, and all it took for him to breakdown crying and leave her alone was her singing a song about mercy. He never bonded with Arya on that level or ever got even close to respecting her wish to not be around him like he did with Sansa.

And let's not forget why Sansa sang to him: because Sandor demanded a LOVE SONG about the fool-turned-knight that rescued the pretty girl and then became her lover. He wants to be Sansa's hero and wants her to LOVE him. He almost kissed her during that whole mess, and George R.R. Martin has Sansa misremember the event to include an actual kiss, because Sansa was, in his own words, "correcting" that moment - not by ignoring all the awful parts of it mind you, but by making Fantasy!Sandor act on his obvious attraction to her, because the fact that he didn't was more important in her head than him literally threatening her life.

In case that last bit didn't make obvious: the book was not subtle about Sandor NOT thinking of Sansa as his "little sister", but as the object of his lust/love AND the poor, innocent maiden that is waiting for a true knight to rescue her and safely take her back to her family's castle - and despite her not being reckless enough to run off with such an unstable man, Sansa DOES have feelings for him too. Hell, even the show wasn't always unwilling to go there, as they do have some moments that scream "there's something there"

I REALLY need to make a whole separate post on how GOT completely destroyed Sansa and Arya (plus Sandor) as characters, and how their dynamics with "The Hound" were all wrong since Dumb & Dumber clearly didn't get that they were not supposed to side with Sandor's "everyone is awful, so all awful things are justified" mentality.

[fanfiction4sooya]

yeojin her as a camgirl

I'm slowly getting back into my writings, so hope you like it anon! thanks for your request by the way!!!

tw: +18, smut, size kink, strapon use, exhibitionism, hair pulling, etc; Minors do not interact.

It was an awkward start, specially since the Im Yeojin directly contacted you offering a deal for you to appear on her only fans.

You laughed, a bit taken aback by her bluntness as her eyes scanned you and she began explaining that she overhead your conversation with a friend about your family's money problems and that she could help.

"So, what do you say?" She leaned on your dorm's doorframe, her small figure seemed way too intimidating for you. "I'll make sure to cover your face, no one will ever know that you are the one with me" She stared at your face, impatience eating her insides with each second passed.

"I still have to think" You said, gulping and lowering your eyes. That whole ideia was ridiculously insane and so out of pocket.

She was somewhat famous, didn't care about people's opinions, drop dead gorgeous and she wanted to have sex with you? Like, you knew you weren't ugly, but no one knew you. You were just happy to go through life without anyone noticing you.

That's why her offer, 10k just to let her fuck you live, was way out of anything your mind has ever thought about.

"I searched about your site..." You told her, licking your ice cream after she took you shopping for lingerie just to "make friends" as she explained. "I saw you are one of the best selling content creators..." You timidly said, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. She hummed in response, leaning back on her chair.

"So now you know I make a lot of money" Her voice sounded always so cheerful that it never seemed like she was talking anything near the 'Sex on camera' thing. "Are you still not convinced?" She leaned forward very close to you, boldly licking a stripe of your ice cream. You shivered.

"Well it's not that like... about money and stuff..." You stammered, your eyes locked on hers. "I just feel shy on showing myself to..." You cleared your throat. "All of those people" She smiled up at you, clearly a predatory one. "What if I don't like women?" You whispered to her ear and she nodded.

"You don't have to like me..." Her small hand brushed a hair strand out of the view of your collarbone. "You just need to keep quiet and let me fuck you on live" You gulped. How could such an angelic face have these dirty things to do and say?

"What do you gain with this?" You managed to ask, trying hard not to let your cheeks get redder than they were.

"I gain..." She clicked her tongue. "I want it to be you" She bit her lip. "You seem perfect for what I want. You are taller and bigger than me, which is definitely...exciting"

Your eyes avoided hers again, your mind running wild for a lot of reasons.

"I want 15k" You licked your ice cream one more time, eyes locked on hers now. Her small smile opening wide and her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Deal" Was her response.

🌸🌸-

You got in her car and she drove you to the hotel room she rented for the two of you. It was fancy and everything was carefully set, the camera, notebook, lighting, everything.

You heart was beating fast as you carefully put on a set of white lacy lingerie, your hair was down. You stared at the mirror, shame and excitement eating your brains.

She was wearing a red set, that color giving her a more sexy look to contrast with her angelic face. She fucked you with her eyes the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, a robe carefully put on over your taller frame. She reached her hand for you and sat you on the edge of the bed with her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her hand carefully on your thigh. Hot and so inviting. You hummed, nodding. "She fixed your hair a bit leaning over you, her breath hot on your cheek. "Can I kiss you?" She carefully asked and you nodded, squeezing your thighs in an anxious, horny way.

Your heart jumped on your chest when her lips touched yours. Smooth and soft at first, but you could feel on the way she pulled you into her how she wanted that, how she thought about it over and over. Her tongue immediately massaged yours when you parted lips a little and your breath hitched, melting into it. Her hand went up and down on your thigh, making you shiver and you grabbed the sheets under you as she took off the robe from you. When you finally parted ways you felt as if you were on cloud nine, whimpering in a more needy way than you intended because you knew that as long as the live kept going you wouldn't be feeling her tongue on yours because of the mask.

"We are about to start" She said lowly, her pupils blown. She placed the mask on your face, tying it up behind your head. It was a kistune mask, white with red flowers in it. It was picked carefully by Yeojin because it covered your whole face, leaving only your beautiful eyes to be seen.

You felt a little suffocated, but you felt the need to do that. No just for the money but honestly because Yeojin wanted to and you were kind of into the idea of being seen. Just kind of, of course.

"I told you guys I had something special for today" She gleefully said starting the live, pulling you to her lap as if you were just a doll.

Your heart was beating loudly, not really paying attention to what she was saying, just to her hands on your waist and how her small boobs were pressing on your back.

"I know, I have a pretty doll right?" She smiled to the camera grazing her index and middle finger on your covered nipple. You tried really hard not to squirm, but it was almost impossible.

The comments were wild, from asking her to take off your mask to them asking for her to manhandle you, to fuck your ass and do all sorts of unthinkable things to you.

"Oh you want me to fuck her in the ass?" She said, turning you around and laying you across her lap, your ass towards the camera. She massaged it, still talking to the viewers.

You felt yourself growing aroused with all that dirty talk and her hands roaming your ass, massaging it.

"Fuck, don't worry" She said reading the comments. "I get horny just by speaking to her..." She lightly slapped your ass. "This beautiful thing makes me crazy everyday" She sounded a bit out of breath. "Oh is it?" She sounded surprised, turning to your masked face. "They say your panties are getting wet" You wanted to respond but she specifically oriented you not to.

She slowly pulled your panties down and they were sticking to your wet cunt, the cold air hitting your exposed intimacy. You bit your lip, gripping the sheets again.

"Look at this..." She touched your slit to gather your wetness on the tip of her finger, creating a thread of that sticky fluid between your cunt and her hand to show on camera. "Her pussy looks pretty, yes. The prettiest..." She dipped one finger inside you, making you moan. "Oh, I think she likes that..."

She dipped it in again, but this time she pushed it further inside and you clenched, closing your eyes. She started pumping her fingers at a strong, rapid pace and almost losing control over her own actions. She was trying her best to put on a show for her viewers, but she underestimated how badly she wanted you.

She wanted that since she first saw you on the hallways with your cute shy smile and amazing body. Since then she knew she needed to have you.

She grabbed one of the vibrators she placed nearby where she wanted you, turning it on and grazing it from your back to your thighs and next to where you wanted it the most. You were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. She took off her fingers from your wet pussy, licking them and mumbling how delicious you tasted.

"Isn't she such a cute doll?" Her voice dripped with arousal, and you could feel by how her free hand grabbed your hip that she was hitting her breaking point. "I'll fuck her good, don't you worry" She said.

Next thing you knew the vibrator was on your clit.

"yeojinie..." You whispered, taking her off guard. She gulped and exhaled sharply, pulsing hard. No one else could really hear your voice or what you said, and honestly she didn't want them to listen that part. She wanted to keep that cute way you said her name engraved on her mind and her mind only.

Without a warning she pushed it inside your hole and you could feel how thick that thing was, hitting your walls repeatedly as she kept talking to the camera as if nothing was happening. You were staring to feel yourself getting wetter, the pink vibrator coated on that thick white liquid coming out of you.

Suddenly she stopped, leaving a warm kiss on your hip and lightly pushing you off her lap, pulling the vibrator out of you. You whined when she pulled you entirely onto the bed, carefully placing you on all fours with your pussy still displayed on camera. You heard the notifications go insane with the chat and donations, but yeojin wasn't even paying attention to that anymore.

The only thing she could see was you. And she wanted you.

Getting on her knees, she kissed the back of your thighs admiring how beautifully exposed you were for her. That feeling of ownership was growing alongside with her wish to make you feel good. She looked back at the camera and the laptop to make sure both of you were on the frame, smiling and then licking a long wet stripe from your clit to your slit. Your scream muffled by the mask made her grin and grab your thick thighs to push her face further onto your pulsing cunt.

"God, your taste is so addicting" She told you, moaning while taking one hand to her own pussy and lightly rubbing it over her red thong. She shook, knowing damn well her viewers were going insane with that little action of hers.

They liked to see how her petite self fucked you hard and good and honestly? She did it too. Yeojin was honestly used to the fact everyone loved to manhadle her given her smaller frame, but she wanted to experience that too. She thrived on the idea of making someone her doll to play with.

She let go of your swollen pussy with a pop, putting on a show to make them see how wet she got you.

"Stay like that, don't move" She told you, massaging your folds then getting up to the bedside table. You could see when she put on the leather harness, a big dildo attached to it. You gulped, moaning and swaying your hips unintentionally to the camera.

'Fuck, I'm so aroused' Was the only thought inside your brain as she approached you, positioning your body in a way they couldn't see your pussy anymore, only your arched back and the profile of your bobs.

She picked up the camera from her tripod to film herself stretching you, her mischievous tone dripping lust. Your hips were in the air and your face down and she felt herself go weak, her heart also beating fast as hell inside her chest.

"Look at this..." She said, tapping your slit with the tip of the strap and making you jolt. "I always dreamed of doing this... fuck" She slowly pressed the tip to your aching hole, entering you little by little as you squirmed. "My little fuck doll" She cheerfully said, zooming in on your stretched hole.

Her free hand held your hip tightly, roughly pulling you into her and knocking the air out of your lungs. You moaned, your left hand instinctively seeking hers and scratching her arm as she pounded into you.

"Yeojin, oh my god" You loudly said and she slapped your ass, pulling your hair next and lifting your masked face from the mattress.

"I didn't knew dolls could talk" She continued her hard pace, placing the camera on the mattress in an angle that your body could be seen. She held both your wrists behind your back as she kept slamming her big cock inside you and you rolled your eyes to scream into the mask.

You were sure you came, but the way she fucked you felt so fucking good that you didn't wanted to stop as the arousal was still there.

"Fuck, I need to kiss you" She said onto your ear and you shook your head negatively, still very conscious of the fact that you were the one that couldn't be recognized. "I'll stop the live then" The rhythm was slower now that she was speaking to you, only that wet sound was more audible than your voices.

"You'll lose m-money" You managed to say between sobs and she scoffed.

"I don't care" She pulled it off, picking up the camera. "I am sorry babies, we had a slight inconvenience now but soon we'll be back" She immediately turned it off on the laptop and went back to where she left you, turning you around and ripping that damn mask off.

That kiss was rough and needy as your tongues sloppily battled against each other, she placed you on your back on the edge of the bed and slammed the fake cock inside your pussy one more time, her breath was heavy and there was sweat dripping from her forehead to her chin but she looked absolutely beautiful.

Animalistic, but beautiful.

"You have no idea how many times I pictured your pussy stretched out for me like this" She growled, kissing you.

"Please please, keep doing that" You held her face with one hand and the other pulled onto the harness, kind of guiding her hips into yours. "y-yeojinie, don't stop please p-lease fuck" She kept that hard pace, her eyes locked on yours and her tongue deep inside your mouth.

"If you call me yeojinie one more time I'm going to fucking cum too" She said smiling against your lips as her eyes rolled, her clit extremely stimulated by the strap as well.

"Yeojinie... yes baby, argh" You did it on purpose, your pussy clenching hard against her dick as you felt your climax wash over you, your body beautifully arching off the bed as she kept fucking you. Her orgasm hit as well, her eyes closing. Your moans and hers mixed up in a beautiful harmony.

She kept bucking her hips into yours with her eyes closed, kissing your lips kind of in a haze, hypnotized by the way your body felt against hers. You and her slowly stopped the kiss, her wet body against yours in a delicious way.

"I think you turned the live off too soon" You said, feeling a bit guilty for not wanting to take off the mask.

"I don't care" She rested herself against you. "They've seen you enough" She kissed your neck. "But don't worry mask girl..." Her thumb playfully grazed against your nipple and you hissed. "If you are that worried about my viewers, we can do this a second time" She kissed you in the lips and you returned it.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

[ch3rrywond3rland]

Hey could you do a story for Eddie where him and femreader preferably get into a fake relationship trying to make Camila and you can pick the band member reader has feelings for jealous and they end up realizing they like each other feel free to shape this however you want and be as creative as possible thank you sm!!!

hi darling, ofc!! i hope u enjoy 💌

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

"You're sleeping with Camila?!" My eyes widen as I ask a little too loud and Eddie's palm quickly meets my mouth.

We're both sitting on my bed, legs crossed, in front of each other. Eddie and I have been friends since before the band even started, so it only makes sense he would trust me enough to tell me this, and it makes even more sense he would ask me to do what he did before confessing his affair.

"Do you want to scream it a little louder?"

He removes his hand and I am quick to apologize. "I'm sorry, it's just I-" I cut myself off as I think what to say next "...She's married." I tell him as if it was breaking news.

"Yes, I know she's married. To an asshole. Don't tell me you're genuinely sorry for him."

I put my arms up in surrender. "I'm not. It's just I don't understand what even is the point in trying to make her jealous."

"You think I do? I have no ideia what the fuck is happening." He holds both of my hands and brings them to his lap, looking sincerely into my eyes. "Please."

I nod my head 'no' reluctantly and roll my eyes, knowing I'm going to agree to it eventually. As I open my mouth to answer, the door opens.

"Hey, sweetcak-" Warren's happy face falls when he meets our sight. He looks between Eddie and I, and his gaze lingers on our intertwined hand several times before Eddie clears his throat.

"Um..I was already leaving..." He scratches the back of his neck. "But..." He looks at me, questioning wether or not I'm up to follow his crazy plan.

I nod several times. "Yeah, yeah, um, yeah, of course." I offer him a knowing smile.

I watch as he closes the door behind him, leaving Warren and I in an uncomfortable silence. He lifts his face, looking into my eyes.

"So...you and Eddie?"

I gulp the truth. "Yeah, yeah. Um, it has been going on for a while, we just hadn't told anyone."

"Cool." His face remains nonchalant and his tone is almost aggressive.

"You needed anything?"

"No, no, it wasn't anything important."

"Alright." I nod repeatedly as I look at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing.

"Anyways, I'm just gonna head back to my room."

"O-okay, sure. Yeah, you do that." I manage out a half smile.

"Don't wanna keep the groupies waiting." He winks at me and grins. My face falls, but he doesn't seem to notice since he's already out the door.

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Warren Rojas: (Shrugs and smiles) I was an asshole when I wanted to. Not that I'm proud of it or anything. It's just, given how the story ended, it's funny to look back at it now. (Pause) Oh, and, for the record —there where no groupies.

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Eddie makes his way to me as I'm about to reach the diner, and his hand meets the small of my back.

"Hello, gorgeous."

I look up at him and smile. "Hi, boyfriend."

We share a laugh as the bell rings and we search for our friend's table. Karen waves once she finds us and we make our way to them.

As we arrive, I am quick to feel everyone's eyes on our hands that rest held between us.

"Oh."

"Well that's new."

"Not really unexpected, huh?" Daisy laughs.

"So you two a thing now?" Camila asks and Eddie turns to look at her, nodding while holding her gaze. "Yeah, yeah we are."

Camila only nods and slowly looks back at her hands that fiddle with each other beneath the table.

We sit down on the booth, which leaves me sandwiched between Warren and Eddie.

The dinner is going perfectly, that is until Eddie pokes my shoulder, making me turn at him. He's holding a fry, signaling me to open my mouth. I obligue with laughter and catch the food between my teeth.

Suddenly, Camila gets up. "I need to grab some air." She walks towards the door and exists, while —almost— everyone else goes back to their food.

"Uh, yeah, I actually might go too. I need a cig." Eddie follows her trail and no one questions it.

I smile to myself while taking another sip out of my coke.

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Camila Álvarez: I don't think keeping secrets and hiding the truth are the same thing. (Pause) That we decided not to talk about our secrets didn't mean we didn't knew what was actually going on. It just meant we were willing to act oblivious to what we knew was the truth. For the sake of it all, I guess.

Graham Dunne: Now that I think about it (Pause) they never came back into the diner that night.

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The night goes on and the band starts making their way back to their houses. That suddenly left Warren and I alone.

"Cute relationship you got going on with Roundtree" Warren drunkenly mentions and laughs to himself.

"Fuck off"

"Or what? You'll call your boyfriend to fuck me up?" His sarcastic remark is followed by a long swing of the beer he's holding by the neck with two fingers.

"Oh, screw you, Warren. Seriously, what is your problem?"

"You are."

"Excuse me?"

"I-" he pauses and takes a deep breath. His hands meet the sides of my face, inching it closer to his'. "It's just I have this weird feeling inside my chest whenever I see you with him. Like I'm choking or something."

"Are you jealous?" I ask with a bit of mockery.

"What, me? Jealous? Of course not. I don't have feelings for you, why would I be jealous?"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"So if I kiss you, that won't change anything?"

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Warren: Your auntie did not play games. Ever.

Y/N L/N: Well, what can I say? It's not like he hadn't had a thing for me for the longest time. (Pause) I also had a thing for him, but never tell him I told you that. To this day, he won't forget that time he signed a fan's chest. That man's ego is still off the roof, even after all this time.

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"If you ki-" I cut him of, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. As I pull apart, he grabs the back of my head and smashes our lips together once again, this time more intensely.

We pull apart, and his eyes remain closed, like he was taking in the moment.

"So... everything still the same?"

He looks up at me, squinting his eyes in a playful manner. "Fuck you, sweetcakes. I don't think that boyfriend of yours is gonna be happy with what just happened, is he now?"

"Well, that boyfriend of mine is in no place to complain about it."

"There's something else going on, isn't it?"

"Well, I can tell you all about it back at your boat."

He eagerly gets up and holds his arm out for me. I intertwine them as he rapidly leads us out the diner to his car.

[stafyliaa]

"Miles it's me!"

Prowler!Miles x Spiderhero!Reader (gender neutral)

cw: angst,Jeff being funny,mentions of Jeff death (sorry it's earth 42 😭),tears,no comfort (maybe there will be on part two) "betrayal" and a big misunderstanding

Hii! This is my first time writing hehehe give me a chance and please be nice :D im gonna do a ending to this fic but it's gonna take a while

I'm more than happy to write requests so don't be shy!!

You are Miles lover..but you are also the friendly neighborhood Spider hero! While Miles is the Prowler! And the worst..you both didn't know that

But you never thought Prowler was a bad guy,he actually helped people too but- he kinda hates you for some reason

maybe he was jealous of the amount of popularity you have and how you are incredible strong and how your suit was soooo pretty so yeah,who cares about Prowler anyways? He's a douchebag

As for Miles..He is the best!!

He looks like he is trying to poop everytime with that "scary" face of him but he is really sweet and respectful boy

he respects your space and supports your decisions,he is great with gifts (handmade or purchased) and never fails to make you feel especial regardless of anything ♡

You were great friends with his family too! They love you! But, something happened

His dad was captain Morales,he passed away doing his job..being a hero without spider powers or something like that yeah good guy

You remembered that when he was alive he didn't liked the ideia of a masked hero around (another jealous man),but after some events you kinda "worked together" to protect the peace at the city

The Spiderhero and captain Morales protecting our dear Brooklyn! couldn't get better

he enjoyed talking about his son and you can't deny it was fun to see what Miles was like from his father's point of view

"My boy has a beautiful significant other,i consider them as my own child! You know? Don't tell anybody but i kinda get jealous on how much of attention my wife put on them cause like,does she like them more then me?!! That's unacceptable hmfp"

Yeah and things like that was really fun too

But that day you couldn't saved him

You tried.. But unfortunately it didn't worked

Miles was devastated..you felt so guilty every day for not being able to save his dad but you always comforted him whenever he need it and he is very grateful for that

If you thought you were nobody under your hero mask you are sorely mistaken! You are everything to Miles,you are his hero

it's been sometime since that happened and everything seems to be okay

Until now

It was a random night you were patrolling the city when you ended up realizing that you were close to where Miles lived

It wouldn't hurt anyone to take a look would it?

But the last thing you expected to see was this

And this i mean

Prowler on the rooftop at Miles building

[•••]

What if he is planning to hurt Miles? You couldn't let that happen, could you?

You were ready to attack him sneakily but his mask came off

Curious to know who your unbearably annoying enemy is you decided to wait a while

Then..you saw him!Miles Morales was the Prowler,and he wasn't alone..Aaron was with him

You were surprised! Who wouldn't tbh

You decided to stay a little longer to see what he is going to do:

- Miles..we will finally catch that spider,i can feel it.- said Aaron

- Yeah,i can't wait for that Tio (uncle) Aaron

You noticed that Aaron seemed to be hesitant to tell Miles something,then he said:

- Look Miles,they.. could be anyone -you thought to yourself "does he know I'm the spider hero!?-

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm trying to say that - he hesitates one more time - don't forget why we are doing all this ok? Mi hermano (my brother) ..Your dad, está muerto (is dead) because that "hero" couldn't save him,they saved everyone but couldn't bother to save him and - Before Aaron could say more Miles interrupt him

- I know tio,don't worry - his mask returns to his face - esta noche(tonight)..I'm gonna kill that spider

You know what he said

You know what he is planning to do

Miles..the boy you love

Is going to kill you

[•••]

You are on the edge of the building

The only thing keeping you from falling is Prowler

He got his claws ready to kill you

Your heart is beating fast

"I don't want to die! I can't die yet! I don't want to get killed by him! Miles please!"you thought:

- Who are you?

- I... - he moves his claws closer to your face

With his claws he slowly takes off your mask

When he took the mask off you ,tears rolled down from your eyes

That look of fear and your watery eyes

Made Miles heart break

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

Miles thought

"Why is this happening?":

- Miles.. - you said whispering looking at him

Miles is feeling a lot of emotions

He is scared

He is angry

He is confused

And he is sad

Miles face is revealed

You see a tear fall down from his eye:

- Amor.. - you can hear by his voice that he is hurt

He don't want to do this,he can't do this!

But still

Miles doesn't let go of you:

- Miles..look i know why you are doing this! And i swear my love i really tried to save him!

"My love" he loves when you call him that,you always call him with so full of love on your voice that always make he feels warm

But is he feeling warm now that you are calling him? With so much despair trying to prove your point?

He close his eyes for a second and looked away as if he was trying to ignore you:

- Please! The fact that i couldn't save him still hunts me..Look at me Miles

He looked at you

More tears fall down from your eyes:

- The hardest thing about this job is that you can't save everybody..It took me a while to accept this but it's the truth

It took a while to accept this? That made Miles wonders if you even asked to be a hero at all

He loosens his grip a little

You wanted to tell him everything

How much it hurts you to be a hero

But you keep it to yourself:

- I know it hurts Miles,i know you want to kill me but please..Those people - you you looked around - they need me..let me do for them what i couldn't do for you

He moves his claws close to your face

You look deep into his eyes and said:

-Please..if you find a little sympathy in your heart.. forgive me for everything- you said honestly - I love you Miles

you shut your eyes and...

[•••]

Please be patient cause this fanfic will have a ending!! Thank you for reading ♡

[radioofdoom]

Hi! This is my first request ever (I don't even know if I'm sending it to the right place). Could you do a platonic older sister for Nico? Like, when he gets to camp, young and sweet (I missed this side of him so much), gets claimed and moves in to the Hades cabin (imagining that exists one). Reader is 16, and has duties in the underworld that remove the possibility of them being the child of the Great Prophecy (I don't know what, or how, but let's pretend it works). Everyone at camp is kind of scared of them, and Nico gets that ideia of them, but then we gets scared because the cabin is very dark at night and reader helps them. (Also reader teaching him to play magic the gathering (which is very similar to Mitomagic) and the two of them beating ass on a tournament (maybe outside of chb?). The reader teaching him how to use his powers and latter, when he discovers that his sister died, she stops him of doing something stupid.

That's my ideia, but I don't have the skills to write it, I hope I did everything right

this would be the first part of this ask, I've made all three into drabbles so I'm sorry if it's not as long as you wish it to be, the piece below is a drabble regarding: when he discovers that his sister died, she stops him from doing something stupid

"Don't" you say, footsteps disturbing the silence as it crinkles the fallen leaves. Nico has been pacing around for hours before the moonlight finally gave way and showed him the entrance. The entrance to his father's world. Your job at the underworld was simple, guard the gates at all costs, you and the three-headed dog replace each other from time to time. Shifts between you and Cerberus were handled by Hades. Lo and behold your brother caught himself during your shift. It was intentional. "Don't even think of entering the Underworld, these gates are not open to you." Orpheus once came through these gates to bargain for his lost love. Nico was here to do the same. "I'm a son of Hades, I have the right to pass through" the boy says through gritted teeth, his eyes pointed as though he could see right through you. The light that was once there, was now replaced by anger and pain. Pain that could rival the love Eros strikes others.

"Perhaps you did not hear me correctly," Stepping forward, the cavern behind grows narrower, "The doors of this realm do not welcome you. Not in your current predicament." After Eurydice fell from Orpheus' grasp. The Lord of the Dead never allowed anyone else to migrate from the land of the dead to the land of the living. "No exceptions will be made." were his exact words. Not even for his own flesh and blood. "You're our sister, and you refuse to help get our sister back?" Nico's voice was raised now, his lips turned into a snarl. His hands were balled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. "I expected better from you." "Go home Nico" you knew he had no home to go to, not after he stormed out of the camp. A ten year old would not be safe outside alone. However, anywhere was safer than the Underworld itself. "Go home and think this through. Maybe then these gates will open"

Nico, who once looked at you with warm and open eyes. Seemingly looked at you with hatred. "I was wrong to trust you" With his back now facing you, the boy walked away. His footsteps fast yet hard on the ground. If only you knew what this would turn into. What would happen the moment he took a wrong turn and fell right into the Labyrinth.

[mrsjavierpena]

Teenage Dream | pedro pascal x actress!reader

series summary: you always knew you were meant to be in hollywood; it was one of your biggest dreams since you were a teenager. to confirm your believes, you get to make it come true beside the man you've always had a crush on from afar. one of your biggest teenage dreams is already in motion, guess it's time to persue the other.

rating: 18+

prologue warnings: mention of masturbat*on

series warnings: age gap (25/48); eventual smut (will be warned every chapter); mature language; anxiety; fluff; angst; sexual tension; slow burn; reader is a female and has a vag*na.

A/N: first of all, english is not my first language, so there might have grammar issues (lmk if its something outrageous so i can fix it pls) this is the prologue of a series i really have no ideia where is going!!!!!!! imma be writing what comes to my mind - im always open for suggestions so feel free to message me! i have no update day for now because if i pressure myself to write this ill never finish it and i also have to conciliate this with college, so pls be patience (but no worries with encouraging messages, it motivates me to write knowing that someone cares hehe) if someone wants to be tagged in every update, just lmk!

edit: guys, just to let you know, im not updating this for a while, im focusing on other projects and unfortunately this will have to wait, but someday it'll be back! i guess that's it, let me know if you enjoy it! thx for reading :)

You remember the first time you saw him as if it was yesterday.

HBO was broadcasting the first episode of the fourth season of Game of Thrones and the sixteen-year-old you, being a huge fan of the show from the beggining, were thrilled to find out how the season would go. Little did you know.

The man of your dreams appeared in a yellow robe, with a sassy attitude and scenes that had you touching yourself at night when finally alone.

You became nearly obcessed with Pedro since that day; following religiously every step of his career, watching everything he was in, dreaming about him during your whole teenagehood.

Eventually, you moved on with your life; had to, you had another dream to persue. You set a path: college, some boyfriends here and there, cast auditions almost every week, shitty jobs with shitty people until you finally - finally - got to get steady as an actress.

You hadn't had you 'boom' yet. During the last three years, you and your agent slowly built your name, starting from bellow, getting small parts in popular shows, some small movies in your curriculum... but you were good. Anyone that worked with you could see that, specially the last director you worked with.

And that's how you got there. The fucking leading role in a fucking big production. With fucking Pedro Pascal as your co-star.

One of your biggest teenage dreams is already in motion, guess it's time to persue the other.

[pascaloverx]

Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

preview chapter two

*pictures credits are not mine, credits belong to their owners

Chapter One

You woke up feeling discouraged, but with a hopeful feeling that things would get better. How could you not feel hopeful when the love of your life is about to marry an incredible woman?

"Darling, Taehyung called to let you know he'll be waiting for you at the beauty salon. He said you'd know which one. He also wanted to remind you that he remembered to pick up the tuxedo and the shoes. He asked you to call his friend about the wedding rings." Your mother shouted from downstairs, and you felt the urge to never leave your bed again. How could you be a bridesmaid in a wedding you theoretically should prevent? But then again, who are you to go against the dictates of destiny?

Your mother came to visit you this weekend because Taehyung considers her a second mother, and she's thrilled to see her heart's son getting married. She has already given up of the ideia of you getting married.

You shout back that you're already getting ready to meet the groom. Damn, you had forgotten to call Taehyung's childhood friend, Jungkook. You haven't met him in person, but you've heard the guys talk a lot about him. And by guys, you mean the college friends you met through Taehyung: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. The lilac dress that the bride has chosen for all the bridesmaids is so delicate that you feel like you shouldn't even take it out of the closet. You quickly slip into it and fix your hair within minutes. Why take your time when you're not the bride, right?

Finishing getting ready, you search for Jungkook's number on your phone. You wonder why you volunteered to help with this wedding and why, out of everyone, you ended up with the task of calling this guy. The phone rings and rings, but no one answers. When I call again, he finally picks up. His voice is hoarse; it feels like I just woke him up. Oops...

"There better be a good reason for calling me this early in the morning then..." He says in an almost rude tone. You wonder if there's a way to slap someone through the phone. Perhaps in the future, there will be.

"Good morning, Jungkook. I hate to break it to you, but as an adult, you should've been up hours ago. My name is (Y/N), and I'd like to know if the wedding rings and their bearer will be here on time for the wedding." You reply, trying to be as patient as possible, but honestly, you're furious. Always having to deal with other people's issues.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice? Ever thought about becoming a singer or a voice actor?" He says while you can hear noises in the background, a woman murmuring something. He's too busy getting romantically involved with someone to remember to be a good friend, how wonderful.

"Instead of trying to flatter me, make sure you're here at the agreed time and with the rings. If you want to invite your company to come along, feel free. But know that if you mess something up today, I'll be your particular nightmare." You say as sternly as possible. You even slow down your speech in the last part to appear more intimidating.

"If this is your way of asking if I'll be accompanied today, the answer is no. As for the rest, I'll do exactly as you asked, if you promise to reward me at the end of the night." He says, trying to be seductive. You prefer to pretend you didn't hear that proposition.

"I'm sorry to burst your fantasies, but I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. You can pretend that I'm saving myself for my other half." You reply firmly, putting an end to any further advances.

"Believing in soulmates is for fools. I bet I can convince you otherwise at the wedding." You don't even know the guy, but you're already envious of his arrogance.

"Listen, I have things to do and can't waste time. I expect to see you in a few hours, appropriately dressed and with wedding rings in your pocket." You say firmly, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

You descend the stairs, seeing the table full of food that your mother is packing for you to freeze and eat during the week. You thank her and let her know you won't be able to have breakfast together. She says she doesn't want to inconvenience you, knowing that Taehyung needs you. You nod in agreement and give your mother a goodbye kiss. A few minutes later, you're finishing up the last details at the reception hall. Of course, you had already organized things at the church. Everything is going as planned. You arrive at the beauty salon where the bride and groom are getting their skin and hair done.

"I was starting to miss you. You look breathtaking." Taehyung says as he gets up from the chair where he was finishing his makeup. He looks so radiant, as if his smile could light up the world. It heals me even as it hurts. He isn't my soulmate; God knows he never thought of me romantically, but I simply love him.

"Look who's talking. Haewon is going to feel incredibly lucky when she sees you walking down the aisle like this. Although, she looks stunning. I sneakily peeked because I thought you'd want to know." You say as you adjust Taehyung's tie.

"I'm so nervous. It's worse than that time we were at a concert, and I got called up on stage to sing. I don't know how I'm going to walk down the aisle and wait for my future wife patiently." He says as you lock at each other. It's not romantic, but it's a moment of tenderness. After all, he is my best friend, and he's getting married.

""Taehyung, today you embark on a new chapter of your life, and I have no doubt that your love story with Haewon will be as magical as the bond that you guys already share. No nervousness in the world will ruin your moment." You say, trying to be as positive as possible.

"You always know what to say. I love you, you know that?" He says, hugging you.

"I love you too, now come on. We have a beautiful wedding waiting for you, and it's not nice to keep the bride waiting." You say as you send a message to the driver, letting them know Taehyung is ready to go. According to the schedule, Haewon will be making her grand entrance in about ten minutes.

The journey from the salon to the church takes about five minutes. Up until now, everything has been going perfectly. Right now, Taehyung is surrounded by friends and is nervous. Not because of the bride, but because Jungkook hasn't arrived yet. That idiot.

You knew you shouldn't have trusted him to get the rings. You can't believe he's going to mess everything up in the end. And just as you lose patience completely, Jungkook walks into the church. At least, you think he's Jungkook. I must admit he looks elegant, almost like he stepped out of a movie. He arrives with a smile, as if he's the main attraction.

And suddenly, you feel it—a suffocating sensation as if the air has been sucked out of the world. A pain in your chest so immense that it makes you stumble, clinging onto Taehyung for support. Then you notice Jungkook doesn't seem well either. Damn, this can only mean one thing. As your body collapses to the ground and your consciousness fades, amidst people shouting and lifting me to call for medical help, you feel something inside you that only soulmates feel for each other. You can't believe that out of all the people in the world, your other half is Jeon Jungkook.

[nolita-fairytale]

first i would like to say congrats and thank you for doing this celebration!! ✨✨✨ i was thinking about a blurb 🥐 for Carmy that has been on my mind forever! i keep going back to this ideia of something like that scene from Bridget Jones’s Diary in which she’s trying to make dinner for her friends and she’s doing this soup and instead of using like a normal string she uses a blue one and the soup turns blue and Colin Firth’s character ends up helping her out idk I feel like Carmy would be delighted to see something like that! 💛

slowly, slowly making my way through the rest of my follower requests. anyone else getting their ass kicked at work these days? i'm fine but work has just been exceptionally worky and i think it should stop. lmao anyways... i love this idea that @pleasecallmeunhinged brought to me and am so happy that i've gotten to sit down and work on it this evening.

It's just butter, flour, and milk. How hard can it be?

At least that's what you think to yourself as you volunteer to make the bechamel sauce for the lasagna. You've watched Carmy work hard, all day long, rolling sheets of pasta out while the bolognese stews low and slow in the oven.

It's not till he has to run a quick errand for Richie that he realizes that this slow Sunday dinner might get pushed back a few hours.

"I can do it, Bear," you offer, considering that, since dating Carmy, your skills in the kitchen have massively improved.

Striving your best to always be a student, you've picked up a few things in your relationship with Carmy, even if it doesn't come as naturally to you as you hoped it would.

It starts simply:

Melt the butter. Whisk in flour. Stir in milk. Add herbs to steep in the bechamel sauce for flavor.

But for the life of you, you can't find the kitchen twine (whatever the hell that is), settling for a long piece of royal blue yarn from the last time you thought you'd take up crocheting. Without a second thought, you toss the bundle of herbs into the milk, butter, and flour mixture, to let it infuse.

"Everything okay, babe?" Carmy asks you when he returns, immediately seeing the look on your face.

"Don't laugh, okay?" you request, only mildly embarrassed, but mostly humored by the whole situation. Carmy shoots you a quizzical look as you take his hand, gently leading him over to the stove where your bechamel-fail sits.

"Why would I-? Oh fuck, babe!" Carmy exclaims, as soon as he inside of the saucepan.

It's blue.

A deep, royal blue, a few shades lighter from the white of the bechamel sauce.

"Remember when I decided I was going to take up crocheting again? Well uh... You didn't have any kitchen twine so I... sort of used some yarn that I found and...." you explain, carefully, searching Carmy's face for any kind of reaction to your kitchen mishap.

Instead he just stares at it, and you can't tell whether he's horrified or in shock, that by the time he opens his mouth, you don't know what to expect.

"Carm?" you ask him, the long silence beginning to worry you.

And instead of answering, all he can do is laugh.

It's the kind of laugh that's full bodied and fully bellied, taking him over, and lighting him up from end to end. It's contagious -- so contagious that you begin to join in, practically gasping for air because of how hard you and Carmy laugh together at the blue bechamel.

You can see it in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, at how his cheeks turn red, with the way he looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

"Yo this is..." he starts, beginning to come down from his fit of laughter.

"A mess?" you suggest, exchanging a look with your boyfriend.

"Fuck yeah," he agrees enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear as he adds:

"But you're my mess. C'mon! Let's get this pot cleaned up and I'll show you how to make it for real."

[kyokutsu-sama]

Saw you needed headcanon prompts so how about shunsui, ukitake, byakuya, and zaraki having a crush or falling in love with reader! If specifics help maybe you can list how they would react and interact with a potential s/o and when they realize that their crush isn’t just a small attraction to them. (Saw that you used these characters for your “walking in in them trend” headcanon so I hope this was ok!

Hi ! I loved the idea and I'm very happy that you liked what I wrote about them in relation to this trend😅. I was also curious to know how their manner would be if they were in love with someone or how they would act around that person✨️

Thanks for the ideia by the way😊😁

Gotei 13

Captains having a crush on you :

Shunsui :

Shunsui falls in love quickly. He lives for a good romance and is always looking for someone to share that romance with.

When he saw you the first time it was love at first sight. He always cracked jokes and had a smile on his face especially when you were around.

He always teases you because he was aware of his own feelings and wasn't afraid to admit it. He was a very honest man.

He began to notice the increase in his feelings for you with each passing day.

He will always demonstrate how he feels about you and will not hesitate to always be there for you when you need it.

I want this man for christmas

Kenpachi :

Kenpachi is too violent to know the art of loving but that doesn't mean things don't change or that he is a monster at all.

Since you joined the 11th division he's been acting softer but only when you're around.

In the first days he didn't care much about his feelings but he started to realize that he was worrying too much about you.

He thought it was because you were the only girl in his division (besides Yachiru) but it was more than that.

Yachiru noticed this and started teasing him for it, which pissed him off.

"looks like ken-chan has feelings for y/n"

He didn't want to believe it but it was real he tried to hide it but it was too late.

He won't say he loves you but it shows in all his actions from the smallest to the largest.

Somebody bring me this man please

Ukitake :

This man is so cute omg 🥺

He will welcome you into his division with open arms and always respect you.

You know about his illness and his debilitating condition and that's why you swore to take care of him whenever he needed it.

He was thanks to the way you cared for him that he slowly fell in love with you.

He smiled at you very often and his speech was always soft. He also used to blush a little.

He'll tell you he loves you and he'll show it without any problems.

He likes it when you're close to him and he likes to hold your hand.

I'm dying from the cuteness of this man. He is the material husband

Byakuya :

This man is very serious when it comes to love.

He didn't expect to fall in love after hisana's death until you showed up in his division.

He ignored or at least tried to ignore what he felt but there was some difference in his behavior when you were around

Like kenpachi, he had some difficulty saying he loves you but byakuya would be much more gentle with you than kenpachi

He won't let anyone hurt you or make you feel bad.

He was proud to have you by his side and he was sure that Hisana thought the same.

This man makes me crazy

Bleach men supremacy🛐

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[rogermyreligion]

i got an ideia. professor roger !!! (😫). 4 and 15 from the smutty prompts. Y/N spends the entire class teasing roger. at the end of class, after everyone leaves, they have wild sex. roger fucks her on the table. https://www.tumblr.com/rogermyreligion/717780262910607360/you-can-be-the-boss-daddy-you-can-be-the-boss?source=share (i was imagining the story with this roger)

4. "How funny do you think teasing is now?"

15. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly"

How are you supposed to pay attention to this stupid biology class if you substitute professor is the hottest man alive?

You are sitting in the middle of the class, not so close to him because he could easily notice that you are not paying any attention, but neither in the backround because you want him to notice you at some point.

It’s been a week since your original biology teacher had surgery and he left a statement explaining his absence for the next term, for your luck, the replacement professor is a man who is in his fifties, his hair is blonde and looks soft, he has hair on his chin and he wears special glasses that make him look extremely beautiful. His name was Roger Taylor.

You’ve been looking at him a few days ago, his hands were big and sometimes he came with his shirt a little unbuttoned, showing the hairs that were born from his chest, God, it’s too early in the morning to be so horny.

He deconcentrated you foolishly, your eyes followed his hands but not what he was writing on the board, your ears listened to his voice but you were not paying attention to the explanation of the class, it was extremely difficult to write while your thighs were rubbing together, everything was close to desesperation.

You want to have him close enough so he can see how short your skirt is, you are focused in cross and uncross your legs from time to time, with the intention of making it clear that you are not wearing panties.

You even stopped wearing a bra under your shirt so that your nipples would be visible, and it seemed to work and have an effect on him, because in one class you noticed that his eyes were fixed on you.

You were talking to your friend Lucy, sitting comfortably and tapping your pen against the edge of the table.

Roger’s eyes were wandering your chest area, nibbling the skin around his nail. Now he noticed you and he was studying your image. Your shirt tight around your waist, the way you hair moved as you talked.

You didn’t even notice he was watching you until he coughed exaggeratedly, catching your attention, you snapped your head towards him, “Y/N please focus on your reading, your talking could be distracting for others” he said firmly but you could not feel a tingle in your stomach while hearing his raspy voice.

“Sorry Professor,” you apologised, eyes returning to your book.

But he kept looking at you.

You could feel the warm of his eyes, you bit your lower lip in order to concentrate but it was impossible. He was looking at you and only you.

You raise your gaze a little, his face wasn’t entire serious, it was like he was trying to hide a smirk.

He gestured the bottoms of his own shirt and he raised his eyebrows, referring to your shirt, which was unbottoned, showing off the beginning of your breast area.

He wanted you to fasten the buttons but you did quite the opposite. Instead you unbottoned one more, challenging him.

He threw his back to the back of the chair, taking a deep breath, he shook his mind a bit and tried to focus on the book in front of him.

But everything just became more difficult for Roger because when everyone left for the first recess you took a long time to stand up, letting everyone go. When you were finally alone with Roger you closed the door, he shot you a confused look, seeing your approaching, now that he was looking at you more closely, he realized your skirt was really short, your legs hypnotized him, but he continued with his professional and educated posture.

“Can i help you?” He said kindly, looking behind you, making sure that the door was locked, then his eyes returned to you.

“I don’t like it when people tell me what I have to do with my clothes,” you said while mimicking the gesture he made previously with the shirt.

“You were distracting me, Y/N”

“Why?” you asked innocently.

“Your uniform... leaves little for the imagination,” he said quietly.

“Just say it, do you find me hot?” You raised an eyebrow.

Now his eyes went to your cleavage, looking for words.

“Don’t be afraid, we are alone,”

“Dont tease Y/N,” he glanced to the clock, “We have 5 minutes left,” he mumbled.

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” you knelt in front of him, rubbing the palms of your hands on his thighs.

His breath caught, eyes fixed on you.

You could see that his bulge was begging for attention, making his pants tight, you ran your tongue over the fabric of his pants, staring into his eyes, seeing how his cheeks turned into a soft pink.

“Please, suck me off,” He tried to unbuckle his belt but you got on your feet right away.

“Nuh uh, we have 3 minutes left,” you chuckled with an evil look.

He gave you a defiant look, sighing, “You’re going to pay for this,” he stood up, he looked into your eyes and began to slide the tip of his index finger from your navel all the way up to your chin, making you shiver, “I don’t let little brats go so easily,”

You stared at him, grabbing his hand and guiding it under your skirt, making him touch your pussy lips, “I hope so,”

Unconsciously he separated his lips a little, concentrating on how wet you were.

And with that last interaction you left, only to return a few minutes later to class.

Now you didn’t even worry about looking at Roger, you already knew you had riled him up enough, You knew what you had generated.

But his gaze was on you the rest of the class, almost undressing you with his eyes, thinking how bad you were behaving, he was thinking about how you deserved you be treated.

“Y/N can you stay 5 more minutes? I have to give you some corrections,” Roger said out loud while putting on his glasses.

“Of course,” you were smiling inside.

After everyone left the classroom, Roger made sure the hallway was empty, he closed the door and locked it. You walked towards his desk.

He turned around on his heels and grabbed you by the neck, “So you think teasing is fun?” he said through his teeth.

His grip was so strong and tight, it made you grab the edge of the desk behind you.

“Wearing this little skirt,” he played with the end of it, lifting it, he slided his palm against your folds, feeling your warm entrance, you gasped, his grip getting tighter, his eyes went straight to your nipples, the hand that was on your pussy left and went to play with your little nub, pinching it over the fabric, “No bra?” he laughed, “This is all because of me? you want my attention?”

You nodded. “Y-yes”

His grip loose a bit but his face got closer to yours, almost grazing his lips with yours, “You just want to get fucked? Dont you?” he kissed you.

“Please,” you tried to roll your hips against his. “I’ll be so good,”

He tugged your hair, pulling your head backwards, almost staring at the ceiling, his voice become deeper, “Then why the fuck you teased me like that,” he bit at the skin of your neck making you whimper, “I dont like girls with that attitude, acting all bratty when no one is around,” he tugged your hair harder.

“Mr. Taylor, please just fuck me,” you said through gasps.

He just chuckled.

He left your hair and started undoing his tie in front of you.

You took it as a signal of ok now finally we get to fuck so you started unbuttoning your shirt.

He managed to get his tie off quickly, he stopped you, “Stop that,” he turned you around and tied your wrists together, he bend you over the desk, “I want you still, okay?” he demanded, “Easy and still,”

Your heart was racing, “Yes, im sorry-FUCK” he just slapped your arsecheek.

He rubbed your ass softly, “Im going to fuck you, believe me i will, but im gonna enjoy this moment first,” his fingers went to your cunt, “Are you enjoying this? fucking brat,” he was toying with your wetness.

“Yesyesyesyes, i love it,” you moaned softly.

“How could you not, this is the only reason you are here,” he introduced two fingers inside you, making you groan.

Your hips were bruising because of how he was pressing you against the table, “I want you-“ you were cut off.

“And you are having me, you are having my fingers, aren you?”

“Y-yes but-“ you whimpered, “Oh god yes,”

He curled his fingers, massaging just the right spot.

He glanced down on you, his fingers were dripping wet, he pumped in and out easily. He found the way to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“You like this so much, you are a mess all over my hand,” he kept his rubbing as he leaned over, kissing your back.

“Oh- fuck fuck,” you gasped, “That feels so good,” your face was resting against the cold and flat surface.

“How you say?”

“T-thank u.” you closed your eyes, feeling your orgasm building.

“Good girl,” he kissed your back with open mouth, his hand kept his mission down there, rubbing your clit and eventually pumping three fingers inside you.

You could feel your face burning, “Fuck im so c-close, oh” you moaned exaggeratedly.

why the fuck did you said that

As soon as Roger heard that, he stopped suddenly.

You cried out, “FUCK PLEASE-“ you sobbed.

He was just amused, The contrast of your arrogant personality along with the begging was visual art for him.

He approached to your face to check on you, “Whats wrong love?”

“Please-“ you sobbed, red cheeks. “Let me come,”

He cleaned up a tear from your face, “How funny do you think teasing is now?”

“Im sorry-“

“Shh, it’s alright, you’ll come,” he returned his position behind you, “Just want you to learn not to tease for fun,” he slapped your arse again.

You cried out.

“But you could have just tried to be polite and ask nicely,” he knelt and gave your folds a good lap and you whimpered, “I am more than good with the idea of fucking you, you are gorgeous,”

“God- you are so good Mr. Taylor, please-“

“Ask nicely.”

“Im sorry for being a brat earlier, it wont happen a-again,” you tried you move, “You are so good, I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

He tugged his lower lip with his teeth, he caressed your lower back, his other hand trying to get his pants down enough to free his cock. “Was that hard to be nice?” he slided himself inside you, closing his eyes as he stretched you out, “Now you are a good girl-“ he groaned.

You just moaned, feeling him, finally savouring him.

He kept fucking you, grabbing your wrists, “God, you feel so nice, fuck Y/N-“ he moaned.

You smiled, gasping as you enjoyed the moment you were waiting for. “Yes- oh, feels really good”

“Yeah?” he thrusted faster, moving the desk and cursing at himself.

“OH-fuck,” you squeezed your eyes shut, “More, please more,”

He brought one hand to your clit again, rubbing frantically, hearing your crying.

“Fuck you are so hot,” he grunted at the end.

The knot on your belly began to burn, you were seeing stars and you knew that your whole body was going to ache tomorrow.

Roger was gasping, synchronizing his rubbing and thrusting, his legs began to shake.

“Im s-so close- bloody hell why is this so g-good” he clenched his jaw.

He came with a long and loud moan, followed by praises for you.

This was the hottest thing you’ve heard in your life.

He kept rubbing your clit as he was still inside you.

“Fuck Roger, Fuck- oh,” you finally came deliciously.

He untie you and help you to get on your feet, he also readjusted your clothes, he cupped your face, “You okay?”

You breathed heavily, “Yeah,”

He smiled, “Next time ask nicely.”

You nodded.

You know you won’t.

Mastaerlist

[our-arospec-experience]

Does anyone knows if it's possible to be cupioromantic and bellusromantic at the same time? Both identities are similar(both are about having interests in romantic things) the difference is that cupioromantics want a romantic relationship and bellusromantics don't(they like the ideia of a romantic relationship and may enjoy romantic things outside of a romantic context)

I'm asking cuz I feel like I'm both

I've never been in a romantic situation and no one has ever been romanticly interest in me(I'm 18 btw) so idk if I would be comfortable/enjoy romantic behavior in a romantic context or not, which makes difficult to distinguish if I'm bellusaro or cupioaro

ALSOOOOOO, if anyone knows a blog about cupioromanticism and/or bellusromanticism pls tell me(specially bellusaro, it's hard to find things about it)

you 100% can be both :)

and as for blogs for those identities, I don’t know any specific ones, unfortunately. If anyone has any good suggestions, feel free to tag them :] (or make one, if you’re feeling bold)

[ilovesadomasochism]

The end of TR was sad for Koko and Inupi??

Spoiler from chapter 278

I’m not sure if I’m just a lunatic, if i’m right, if i’m obsessed by Kokonoi and Inui, or all options above, but something that screamed in my mind during all chapters after the 277 was:

Man, their ending wasn’t as good as everyone else’s.

Let me explain...

I really love this friendship - althought I shipp them as a couple -, and something that anyone can’t deny, even if you are a really fan of, is that their backstory are full of problems and complicated situations. Every step after the fire turned in a fucking and messy problem, Koko and Inupi probably had some heavy mental issues after this trauma.

Inupi’s unhealthy mind wasn’t shown much, in fact, it really seems Koko’s pain was the greatest and Inupi’s not so much. Kokonoi is my fav character, but man, makes me sad how underrrated Inupi’s pain at losing his sister is, for real. Maybe because Inupi got over Akane’s loss? Not sure, but anyway, that’s sad.

Right, so why do I say that the ending of Tokyo Revengers is sad for my beloved boys?

Thinking about the growth of their friendship, probably they weren’t very open for complicated dialogues and all that stuff, and I belive that they only started to be very clear about that after Koko enters Tenjiku, and Inupi brought up his sister’s name and this friendship began to turn out to be a real chaos.

And after that, seemed like everything Koko did for Inupi was just for Akane. I’m not gonna deny, really had this “I see your sister in you” stuff; that’s one of the reasons that a lot of people dislike this shipp btw.

Coming back, the moment that all Kokoinu lovers are devoted for, is the “Let’s fall into hell together” scene.

It only existed because Koko was on Kantou Manji Gang, and this gang only existed because Mikey created it! In the newest timeline, Mikey have no reasons to create this gang, and more, not even the Tenjiku gang!

Everything started to be right when the confession arrived.

Thinking about how the things needed to get really intense for this moment to finally arrive, in the current timeline, they didn’t go through all this emotional confessional and Koko didn’t have that realization.

So they are not that happy, and I think that both hearts still really heavy for the not confession arc.

I'm not saying it was a bad ending, but it could have been a lighter ending for their backstory and traumas, because honestly I don't think in the new timeline they had that moment of saying out loud about their insecurities

And more, in the official character book 2, is writed that Koko hates money - this blog explains better why Koko and Inui new info -, so... See that in the end Koko is making money again, makes me sad.

Not gonna lie, Kokonoi is hot as hell here.

The only thing that makes my heart more peaceful is the fact that Inupi is with long and beautiful hair in this timeline. Not only aesthetically, but probably there’s some deep meaning in this haircut - where every timeline that Inupi feels comfortable in not show a manly appearance, to avoid Koko to remember his sister's silhouette, he let his hair long -

He’s so beautiful with this hairstyle

Other POV is that in the new timeline the fire never happened - that's why Inupi have no scars -, but there's no canon proof - at least not that I saw - that can prove it, so I sometimes can't really just accept that everything just ended perfectly.

Akane wasn't shown, so that's one more reason why I can't just say that everything is completely fine. I would love to see her alive and, in the end, create a new scenario where nothing has happened to my pretty boys.

I do love this ideia but at the same time I can't just accept that they are this happy after the reset.

[i-know-geography]

Yandere! Shirou Ogami headcanons

Lets consider that reader is a bunny beastman for this one.

Also,hey there,long time no see,huh? I'm finally at vacation,next year i'm going to the first year of highschool :D

The first time you've saw Shirou was when he was around the street with a Tanuki girl,he has a certain fame in Anima city,so for sure you recognized him.

But the first time you spoke to him was in the day that he saved you from a gang who tried to kidnap you.

"Are you okay?"—He asked you,with that calm face that he always have.

"Yes,thank you,Sr.Ogami."—You replied,staring the beastman gang who tried to kidnap you on the ground,they've been beaten up by Shirou.

And after that,you thought your life would stay safe and normal as always.

Well it stayed for you,but not for Shirou.

After that day,he became kinda...curious about you.

He asked Barbara for some informantion about you,and since she's the mayor,she knew about you,so Shirou found out your basic information.

He doesn't have any ideia why he's so interested in learning about you,you just made him feel...weird in a good way.

You both end up meeting again in the street,he uses this opportunity to feel you scent for some seconds.

If he knows how you smell then he can track you down and know where are you and if you're in danger.

In this meeting,he also notices something very intriguing...how beautiful you are.

Michiru notices that Shirou is acting in a very weird way,it doesn't that much time before she understands whats happening.

Talking about Michiru,Shirou would ask Michiru to befriend you,and maybe invite you to the beastman co-op so he could meet you once again.

"You ask me something like this and still refuses to admit you're in love? Come'on Shirou."

"I'm not in love,i just want to know them better."

Well,he was in love,yes,but he would never say it out loud.

After loosing Nirvasyl,he didn't wanted to show affection for anyone,afraid of getting to much attached and then lost someone again.

But he felt that he needed to see you,everyday.

Well,Michiru does befriend you and invite you to the Co-op,and you meet Shirou once again.

You both have a great talk,nothing much important.

When the night comes,you say you have to go back home and get yourself ready to leave.

But Shirou holds your arm before you can open the door.

He can't accept that you're leaving so soon...he doesn't want you to leave.

And plus,Anima city is getting dangerous everyday,he can't let you end up getting hurt.

"...Sr. Ogami?"—You calmly call him,even though you're a bit scared.—"Could you please let me go?"

"...I'm afraid i can't,[Y/N]."

Before you can even ask something,he brings you closer to him,making you stare his eyes.

"I'm sorry for doing this,but i believe you may end up dying or getting hurt if you leave my side...so,i'm keeping you here,for your safety."

You were scared as hell,you always thought that Shirou was a good guy,the 'hero' of Anima city.

But maybe he was just someone who wanted to find a specific person to protect eternally to proove himself that he can love again...

Unfortunately,you were the one he was looking for.

[ariscats]

Do you guys think abt Avery and Libby? because I do (a deep dive into Averys independence ideology and how Libby, as amazing she is, contributed for that.)

When Libby “adopted” Avery, she was 22, w no money, no conditions to help Avery w her grieve or raise her or be anything else as a older sister. Libby did that bc shed genuinely a good person, Avery would have gone to foster care wt Libby and we see, over and over the series, that Avery loved Libby for that and shed extremely thankfull for her. Now, I love their relationship and all, I really do, but i never saw anyone talking abt the “bad” parts of it.

Nobody is perfect, even though Libby rl tries to help avery the best way she can, she was barely an adult and had a very very very unstable and abus!ve relationship. Libby dint have the mental state to raise avery the way a 15 year old needed to be, and thats not her fault at all, its just smt that happened and unfortunately had bed effects on Avery.

Avery basically needed to raise herself after her mom died. She had to take care of herself bc there was no one to clean her mistakes if she did one. That alone can seam like smt little but when you think in the perspective of a teenager girl who has to basically stop being a teenager bc there is no other adult or person to help you in everyday life things, its exhausting. Avery lives in constant alert bc she cant just not be in alert. When she first mets Grayson, she thinks that is a train coming that she just cant just point out where its coning from, when she first get in the Hawthorne House to read the will, she thinks its a arena, where everyone knows the rules but her.

Also, Avery would never just let herself be cared of. She was alone after her mom died, but even bf she dint have any friend, only max that lived across the country and her mom. Avery priorize independence above all and even Libbt finally gets some stability after she broke up w Drake and got rich w Averys inheritance, Avery still dont let herself be the kid in the situation.

There is two scenes in book 1 where Libby talks abt this, one after avery kicks Drake and the reporters out of the state (“Drake is gone, I took care of it” “Im the one thats supposed to be talking care of you”) and the other after Libby finds out abt the shooting (“but how is taking care of you?”)

A funny thing abt this scene is that, right after this last line, Avery dont rl thinks abt the fact that she had to raise herself she just thinks abt how much dependence she had on Max, which shows how averys ideia of “asking for help” and “talking abt her feelings” is being a burden (dont get me wrong, Max was also a teen w her whole problems, and they were BIG problems w her family etc and she dint deserve the burden that Avery put on her and either the lazer focus that Avery had on her survival, but Max was, unfortunately, the only person out there for Avery and she rl does deserves the world for all the support she showed to Avery for TWO years, but Avery was also a teenager, she wasn’t even 17 yet for the most of that time she was 15/16 grieving her mother and living in a toxic environment)

[sexynetra]

Hi! LATAM queer here that doesn't have English as a first language writing this just so you understand the importance of your work:

I haven't been active in tumblr for like almost half a year now, but I literally just logged in today to see if you had post any RAWNSYF update/new dialogue that I might have missed. I had no ideia what was going on on twitter when I logged in today. And I'm so sorry that you got exposed like that. If it is any consolation, RAWNSYF is one of my favorite fics ever written. Def my fav anarcia fic. To me, fanfic in queer spaces is a way I can read about the queer experience and relate to my own life. That is what I love about RAWNSYF, I have a past love experience that is really similar to what Anetra is going through in your fic. By reading it, I can help my 18 year old self heal. I'm not sending you this to necessarily encourage you to post a new chapter. After all that happened yesterday, I'll totally understand if you never update. I'm telling you all this so you know that your work matter. Your fic might be one of the few media work that I've ever felt so represented. Fanfic is important to queer people like us because of this: we don't have much representation in the wide media. So we turn to our own community to see ourselves being represented in this kind of spaces. Because of this, I ask you with all the kindness that I have inside of me: if you don't want to post an update, I'll totally get it! But please, PLEASE, don't ever feel guilty for what you've already wrote and posted. It means more to people that never saw themselves in media that anyone who's not queer could ever understand.

Hi there <33

This has just been sitting in my inbox because every time I went to respond I started crying again 😅

This is the sweetest message I have ever received and I cannot even possibly express just how much it meant to me to read this.

I started rawnsyf out of a desire to see the stories I wanted to read about being shared. (Well, technically I started rawnsyf as a 2am writing practice that was never supposed to be expanded upon but here we are) I honestly never thought anyone else would actually read it 😂 it was just a little story that had all my favorite story tropes in it. That was it.

But then rawnsyf grew. It grew in the scope of what I was writing about, and it grew in its reach. Suddenly, people were reading it, and it was connecting with them on a level I never anticipated.

Rawnsyf started as a fanfic about two queens I enjoyed, but I hand on my heart believe that it has grown to be so much more than that. This story, that was originally just a fun little writing exercise and a cute little love story, has become something that people really feel a connection to, and feel represented by.

I honestly never expected that, it’s beyond my wildest dreams. I think anyone who creates content hopes that it will resonate with people, but I never expected the scope it would have (which sounds braggadocious but I never expected the story to really become important to anybody besides me, and over and over again the amazing community on here has proven me wrong).

It started as a story about two queens I love, but it has grown beyond that. The characters in the story have lives of their own. They exist beyond the drag queens that inspired them. And this message, maybe more than any other, reminds me just how powerful those characters can be.

I am so infinitely grateful that you took the time to send this message, and even more infinitely honored and touched that you have allowed me to express myself through my writing and taken it onto yourself. Nothing will ever mean more to me than people being able to feel seen and find healing through something I’ve created.

Rawnsyf is not over, and it’s all because of the love people like you have shared with me for this story.

I hope I can do you justice with this story and my heart is so full <3333

I am crying again so I will end this here but my heart just feels so full. Thank you for sending this to me and being so honest and vulnerable. It means more to me than you could ever know