#I hope this hits and you allll enjoy it!

[hwajin]

☆°. — silly boyfie things | skz

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i haven't posted headcanons in ages and this was SO much fun to fabricate omg hope you like it 🫶🫶

— CHAN

he would FIGHT with you over the check after you went out for dinner. like literally FIGHT and not budge when you propose to pay yourself, because you feel bad that he always, always pays for the both of you. you think you smarted him out when you invited him for dinner calling for you to pay but he has his wallet ready the moment you finish your food, telling the waiter the bill is shared and having his money out faster than you can look — it nearly enrages you every time, but he tells you he genuinely enjoys paying, doesn't mind it and wants to do it, so you have no chance other than letting it go (even if reluctantly).

— LINO

he's so annoying he thinks it's PEAK commedy to say "no" to every single favour you ask him only to do it seconds later. OR saying no and waiting, actually not doing said favour and waiting for you to get annoyed until he'd nudge and end up doing it after all. giggles as if he's the funniest mf like he enjoys seeing you being annoyed so much. acts like this in front of friends and in public in general as well, ALSO cringes sm when you show him affection whenever on a get together though the moment the two of you are alone he literally won't be able to keep his hands off you. like he pretends to be so disgusted when you even as much as touch him in public, and the moment you're alone behind closed doors he's slouching onto you like a koala.

— CHANGBIN

omg you can't tell me that he didn't invent the "no you hang up first" 😭 like you'd be coming to the end of a conversation (often while he's on tour or smth tho he literally needs to hear your voice every single day so he calls you like whenever he has a minute even of free time) and at some point he's like "aight hang up 🥰" and you play along and hit him with the "no you do 😆😝" and the quarelling goes back and forth (jokingly on your side, in ALLLL seriousness on his) and at some point you say goodbye for real and hang up AND YOU CAN BET THIS FUCKER CALLS BACK like all pouty and actually slightly upset that you had the audacity to hang up??? and you're like someone has to at some point we can't have an endless phone convo??? and he's like why not do YOU NOT LOVE ME???? yeah you get it.

— HYUNJIN

bro this man NEEDS him to be your lockscreen on your phone. like it's an actual need of his or else he's gonna cease to exist he thinks. like you're obviously his wallpaper (both on his lock AND homescreen) so when he catches a glimpse of your phone and you dare to have just a random pinterest pic as your lockscreen, one you've chosen mindlessly altogether he RIOTSSSS. pouts as if his life is depending on it, clutches his heart as if it's gonna stop any minute, gasps and side-eyes you as if you straight up cheated on him. takes a selfie RIGHT that moment (it takes him a while because he both can't decide whether he wants it to be cute or sexy, and because he wants to look good either way) and sets it as your lockscreen instantly. checks like daily to see if you've changed it (if you did to tease him he LITERALLY is moments from breaking up with you).

— JISUNG

he sends you pics of ugly looking animals with a 'you' attached to the message. like even if it has no resemblence with you altogether. like it'll be a fish, a whale, a bird, a funny looking dog and their all attached with 'you'. and like he finds it so funny even if you never react to it, in fact finds it SO hilarious that at some point he will send you pics of literally ANYTHING he sees ever — like furniture, tools, random fucking street lamps, you name it — with a 'you' attached to it and CACKLES as if he invented comedy himself. the bright side to it, he takes this to the romantic level and shoots pretty pics of flowers and sends them with the same 'you' attached to it, or pics of the sky, or of a particularly bright star. so maybe it's not that annoying after all.

— FELIX

he causes his friends to tease you because he literally can't shut up about you. like every single thing you do he even slightly adores (which is, every single thing period, tbh) is being reported to his friends because he's just so in love with you he has to get the words out or he'll combust :((. like you'd maybe get him a little gift, smth small about stuff he's interested in lately, or these "i saw this and thought of you" gifts and he presents said gift to his friends as if it's an artifact of love itself, and the next time you're over they're going at you, teasing the shit out of you because tbh, they've teased felix so much already for talking their ears off that they need another victim. you basically never stop blushing when around them, hearing constantly just how much your bf talks about you when you're not around (and you'd lie saying you don't like it).

— SEUNGMIN

bro just straight up leaves you on read except when your text contains something of advantage to him 😭😭. like you haven't seen him in a while and want to catch up a bit? he reads the message and responds like 5 hours later ("we've seen each other yesterday, you can't possibly miss me enough to talk again"). or when you send him random tiktoks or shitposts — opens and reads them and then doesn't ever bother to even leave a like 😭. though the moment you hit him with a text like "running to the supermarket, you want anything?" he's responding the same second and you grow salty every time, wondering why you put up texting him in the first place.

— JEONGIN

pretends to be jealous like a LOT. like the first time he'd be actually jealous, going fresh into the relationship with insecurities still gnawing at you and him and when he confesses you reassure him, making sure he understands there will never be an occassion on which he needs to be remotefully jealous, even. and after that he simply pretends to be, for shits and giggles and to piss you off. like you talk to the barista for your order? how could you even look their direction omg. you send a quick text to a friend while out with him? how dare he's not the single most important thing in your life rn. you tell him about a dream that didn't involve him? breaking up with you this very instant. can't stop himself from giggling at his one if a kind humour while watching you grow annoyed every time anew.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

hello! I've been seeing a lot of smosh vidcon content lately as well as rewatching shayne guesses and it made me brainstorm a bit!

How about a Spencer x reader where he freaks out about his favorite creator being at vidcon (the reader obvi) and the other cast members trying so hard to get them to meet and they hit it off? *you know Kiana would be allll over helping a bestie out lol*

or maybe even the same kind of thing but instead of meeting, reader is one of Spencer's fav youtubers in Shayne's guessing favorite youtubers video? Shayne immediately knows it's spencer and kind of outs his crush! reader is a big fan of smosh so she sees the video and it goes from there!

absolutely adore your work and keep it up queen! 🫶

See You Online || Spencer Agnew x reader

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summary: when you see a smosh video of spencer saying you’re one of his favorite youtubers, you begin to interact online. then, when you both attend vidcon (and spencer’s friends convince him to talk to you) you hit it off

word count: 2.6k

warnings: mild language

a/n: hey darling! so i kind of went with both of these ideas and i hope you like what i did 🤭 i included some fake insta/yt in this because it fit so this is partially a social media au. fem!reader. enjoy!!

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     “Well, this is obviously Spencer.”

     Shayne tapped his pen against the desk as he looked at the screen in front of him.

     Three YouTuber names had appeared next to him for the viewers to see. 

     “What makes it me?” Spencer’s teasing voice came from off camera. 

     “C’mon,” Shayne said. “We got Retro Game Corp, MandaloreGaming, and (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

     He continued. “Everyone knows you love retro shit. MandaloreGaming sounds like just the kind of nerd thing you’d be into. And (Y/n)—that one’s just self explanatory. I mean, Spencer’s obsessed with (Y/n). Ask anyone in the office.”

     “Ok woah,” Spencer piped in again. “I don’t know about obsessed.”

     “Dude, you just told me yesterday that you watched her videos until two in the morning the night before,” Shayne addressed him.

      Then he faced back to the screen, to the viewers. “Spencer’s got a little bit of a crush on (Y/n). It’s uh, it’s honestly adorable.”

      A woman’s muffled voice came from offscreen. 

     Shayne laughed. “Kiana said Spencer would have (Y/n)’s babies.”

     “Dude!” Spencer yelled at Kiana offscreen. “What if she sees this!”

     “There’s no way,” Shayne laughed. “There’s no way any of the YouTubers from this video are seeing this.”

      “Imagine,” Spencer joked. “I’m like, ‘hey (Y/n), hit me up’, and then she sees this, bro.”

      “Hey,” Shayne raised his eyebrows. “You never know. I mean, I married a YouTuber.”

      “Just an excuse to bring up Courtney,” Spencer coughed.

      “Anyway,” Shayne put his hands on the table in front of him. “We’re getting a little off track here. We’ve established Spencer’s in love with (Y/n). Now—do I even have to guess?—show me Spencer!”

      He pointed to the side as an imagine of Spencer popped up on the screen. 

      “Well, thanks for that easy round,” Shayne joked. “Now, let’s see the next set of YouTubers…”

     And that was where you stopped watching the video every time. You’d seen the whole of Shayne Guesses Favorite YouTubers before, but when you went back to rewatch it, it was always this clip.

     You’d been sent this specific clip by hundreds of people. Your followers and subscribers on all different platforms. The comments ranged from ‘oh my gosh look at this’ to ‘you have to see this smosh video’ to ‘petition to get Spencer and (Y/n) to go out’.

     What they didn’t know, was that you’d seen it long before they began tagging you in it.

     You were a huge Smosh fan, and had been for years. Imagine your shock when you yourself were named in one of their videos. 

     You’d only been a creator for a little over a year now, but you’d quickly gained a following and were becoming more and more popular online. It still all felt so surreal, and seeing yourself named as someone’s favorite YouTuber—especially on one of your favorite channels—felt like a huge moment.

      That, and you were flattered by Shayne’s comments about Spencer. You thought it was sweet that he enjoyed your content and—you couldn’t stop the blush from spreading to your cheeks—you. 

      That was what prompted you to leave a comment under the video—a comment which Spencer responded to.

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Can Shayne Guess Our Favorite YouTubers? Smosh Games • 721k views • 38k 👍

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yourusername ✓: does this count as being in the youtuber and the celeb crush vid?

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spennser ✓: it was actually only until 1am i swear smoshyyy651: spensser LMAOOOO chumbawumbasnumbertwofan: the fact that (y/n) (y/l/n) saw this ✋😭 y/nstanforlifeee: oh my gosh my queen is here 👑 I love you and your vids (not as much as Spencer apparently asksfsk)

mya_sol: how many times have you watched 8:04? me: yes

yourfavoritepizzaplace: ‘spencer would have (y/n)’s babies’ KIANA THATS WILDDDD 💀

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    And from there, you began interacting. Leaving comments and likes on each other’s videos and instagram posts. Leaving fans to obsess over your every interaction, to make compilations, to wonder if you were dating.

     Because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t read most of the comments about you two. 

    You enjoyed your little online back-and-forth. You’d known who Spencer was before the Shayne Guesses video had come out. Watching Smosh on-and-off for years, you’d seen him in multiple videos.

     It still felt so unreal for him to know who you were—not only know who you were but like your videos.

     And now look at you, messaging him and liking his posts like you were old friends. Spencer pretty much liked and commented on every one of your feeds or stories or uploads.

     After your original comment on the Smosh video, things just…took off. You didn’t really know how it started, one comment led to another, and suddenly it was like you had always congratulated each other and left witty comments on each other’s pages. 

     You smiled as you stared at the screen of your phone, looking over your’s and Spencer’s latest interaction. You couldn’t deny that he was really cute. You’d always thought so. 

     You thought of Shayne saying that Spencer had a crush on you and you felt your smile grow bigger.

     Your empty suitcase caught your eye as you looked up, sitting on your bed and reminding you that you still had to pack.

     You set your phone down. Fangirling over Spencer could wait. You still had yet to pack for your flight that that was in two days, and you didn’t want to leave it ‘till the last minute—or, more last minute than it already was.  

     You had been lucky enough to be invited to VidCon this year, and you were thrilled about getting to go as a creator and meet other artists who had inspired you. You were less thrilled about the packing.

      You stood up and walked towards your closet, starting to decide which outfits you wanted to bring, daydreaming about what VidCon would be like. All while thinking about Spencer.

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VidCon was amazing. 

      Today was the first day, and you couldn’t wait for all the festive still to come. You had already seen so many cool presentations and been a part of so many workshops and met so many interesting people. 

      And now, as you stood at the table set aside for you, staring at the slowing line of people still waiting to meet you, you thought that this was definitely your favorite part.

     You’d gotten to talk to people who watched your channel and hear how your content had impacted their lives or inspired them to create. It really made it all feel worth it. It made you love your job and all of the opportunities it had given you.

     You’d been here for nearly two hours already, and still there were a few more fans waiting to speak with you and get a picture.  

     You smiled to yourself as the last of the people filed through, letting the momentary silence wash over you. You had just picked up your phone to take a quick selfie for a later post, when you heard a commotion to your left.

     You turned to the source of the noise and had to do a double take when you saw the entire cast of Smosh at a setup similar to yours, having their own meet and greet.

     You didn’t know why in all of your thinking about Spencer you hadn’t assumed that Smosh would be at VidCon. It seemed obvious now. They were YouTubers, weren’t they?

     Speaking of Spencer, you saw him talking to Courtney and your heart did a little flip in your chest. After interacting with him online these past few weeks, and watching his channel for these past few years, it seemed crazy to see him in person. 

     As if sensing your presence, he looked your way and you turned away in time so it didn’t look like you’d been staring. You didn’t think he’d caught you watching him. 

     “Wait? Spencer, is that (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?” Courtney’s voice carried over the several feet that separated you.

     “Oh, is it? I hadn’t noticed,” you heard him say sarcastically, even though your back was turned to him. You stepped a little bit closer to their location, pretending to be fixing something on your lanyard.

     “Dude, you have to go talk to her,” you heard a male voice—Shayne? You didn’t dare turn around—say.

     “No way man,” Spencer answered, “What would I even say?”

     “You’ve been commenting on each other’s instagrams for like a month, you’ll think of something,” Courtney said.

     “Yeah, but that’s different. This would be, like, a real conversation,” he answered. “I don’t actually know her. What if she thinks I’m just some creepy fan, and it’s like bro back off.”

     You bit your lip, stifling a giggle. Oh, what he didn’t know.

     Then the music in the venue picked up and you couldn’t hear their conversation for nearly a minute. You walked a few feet back over to your table, picking up and looking at a few of the gifts fans had given you, finding a new way to look busy. This went on for another minute before you heard a new voice say,

     “What’s this about Spence and (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?”

     “Just that Spencer’s going to go up to her,” Courtney announced. 

     “I’ll get the popcorn,” the voice said. 

     “No, Kiana,” you heard Spencer say. “That’s not what’s happening.”

     “You’ll regret if forever if you don’t go talk to (Y/n),” The voice—Kiana—stated. 

     “No way. That’d be like if I asked you to just ‘go up and talk to’ Darren Chris,” Spencer said

     “My favorite white guy,” Kiana joked.

     “Hey bro, I thought we established that was me!” Spencer said in outrage. 

     “You will be if you go and talk to (Y/n),” she finished. 

     “I will not be manipulated,” you heard him say, and you stifled another chuckle. 

     “No, but you will be shoved,” Kiana said.

     “Wait what?” Spencer got out, before you heard a scuffing sound.

     You turned around just as Kiana pushed Spencer and suddenly he was right before you. 

     “Hey,” he said, looking uncomfortable, shooting a glare behind him at Kiana. “I heard there was a meet and greet?”

     You smiled. “You just missed it, actually.” 

     “Damn, next year then,” he said.

     “I suppose I could make an exception,” you teased. “I wouldn’t want to be the one to take away anyone’s Favorite White Guy title.”

     Spencer winced. “How much of that conversation did you hear?”

     “What conversation?” You winked at him. 

     “I can’t remember,” Spencer said, smiling as he rubbed a hand along the side of his face.

     You were both silent for a moment.

     “So,” Spencer started, breaking it. “I would tell you that I love watching your content—until a very reasonable hour of the night, might I add—but you kind of already know that. And I bet you’ve already been told that by hundreds of people today.”

     “Not by anyone nearly as cute though,” you replied, before leaning in to mock-whisper. “And I don’t mind hearing it again.”

     “Also,” you continued. “I could say the same to you. I love Smosh—I’ve watched your channel for years. You guys are all so talented.”

     “Really? No way,” Spencer smiled. “You watch Smosh?”

     “Really,” you smiled back. “I did know who you were before the Shayne Guesses video, you know.”

     “Don’t remind me,” Spencer said, shaking his head.

     “I thought it was sweet,” you told him, laughing. “And if that video had never happened, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

     “Or at Buca Di Beppo tonight at 8?” Spencer said, with trepidation.

     “Or that,” you agreed, nodding. “Are you asking me out on a date, Spencer Agnew?” 

     You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. 

     “I guess I am,” he said. “Unless you’re going to slap me, in which case no.”

     “Only if the date goes badly,” you teased. “And if you don’t make 100,000 more accounts to subscribe to my channel with.”

     Spencer grinned. “Done. And I can introduce you to the rest of the gang.”

     “Are they good with me crashing your guys’ dinner?” You asked. You couldn’t believe you were going to meet the members of Smosh.

     You couldn’t believe you were going on a date with Spencer. 

     “Oh, they already know about it. They’re listening to every word of our conversation right now.” Spencer pointed a thumb behind him and you looked over his shoulder to see all of the Smosh cast watching you.

     They all waved at you.

     “Hey girl hey!” Kiana called to you, smirking at Spencer. 

     You waved back at them, grinning. 

     “Well, I don’t want to keep you from meet-and-greet-ing any longer,” you said, turning back to Spencer.

     “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?” Spencer joked, gesturing between the two of you.

     “Doesn’t count,” you said back. “Technically we’ve already met on the internet.”

     “Yeah, well, you’re much prettier in person,” Spencer said, as he backed up towards the rest of the Smosh cast.

     “Well then,” you said, only a little bit breathless. “I guess I’ll see you tonight.”

     “Unless I see you on the internet first,” Spencer said, turning around and walking away. 

     You couldn’t wait. Not only did you have your date with Spencer to look forward to, you also had the rest of VidCon to get to know Spencer better and hopefully hang out with him before all this was over. 

     You turned to leave as well, walking in the opposite direction of Spencer as you tried to think where you had to be next. It was hard to focus when all your thoughts were occupied by something else. Someone else.

     You were almost out of earshot when you heard Kiana’s voice, carrying over the crowds of people.

     “Get over here, loser. I’ll take my thanks in the form of cash and/or worsted weight yarn.”

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[z3rinn]

# #. I BID YOU, GOODNIGHT !!

featuring : leona kingscholar and malleus draconia !! fun fact! Ever since you bid Malleus or Leona goodnight, they literally can’t sleep without you saying it.

aaaaa I'm sorry for not posting in so long!! but I hope you all enjoy ! mwah !

# #. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Everyone knows that the second prince of the savanna loves to sleep. Everyone knows he'd drop anything he deemed unimportant just for a quick nap. But nowadays he found it harder to sleep than usual. The prince couldn't even figure out why. Maybe it was because all these Herbivores were annoying him. Or maybe it was because Jack was following him around.

So here he lays, in the middle of the botanical gardens. His thoughts completely consumed by one thought- and one thought alone. You.

He wouldn't admit it- but deep below Leona knew it was you who was the problem. It was all your fault. You were the whole reason he couldn't fall asleep. And it was all because you bid him goodnight.

It was on a day just like this. A perfect evening for napping. A perfect evening to sleep with his Herbivore. Leona rested his head on your lap, eyes closed as you nonchalantly ran your fingers thru his hair. "Yknow I gotta go right? I'm gonna miss class- with no excuse. Do you know how mad Riddle would get?" You sighed, looking down to the lion unimpressed.

He just dragged you out to the gardens. Making the both of you late for class. It wasn't even the first time he did it. And you doubted it would be the last. Leona just rolled his eyes at your comment, soon closing them as he shifted around. "Shut up. Riddle's not even your housewarden. And you can miss one class."

You groaned, throwing your head back against a flower pot. Your hands tugged at his hair causing him to hiss.

A small, mischievous smile formed on your lips as you looked down at him. "Oh Leona- what if I just leave real quick... and then later on today I'll come visit you in your room and we can chill there. Or you could come to Ramshackle if you want?" Your hands ran down the side of his cheek, a soft hum leaving your lips. "And then you can lay on me allll you want."

Leona tched, "No. That's too bothersome. I'd rather be sleeping at night."

"Uh- bro so would I??"

Leona narrowed his eyes at you. "What did you just call me!?"

You hummed, slumping further. "Oh nothing."

It was silent for a moment, and it was right before Leona fell back asleep when you spoke. "Goodnight, you little Lion." Before grabbing one of his braids and pressing a kiss to it.

The Lion's eyes opened wide, his eyes immediately falling to yours. He could feel his body gaining heat, freezing in place as he flushed. That was when you smiled and stood up. Leaving him on the floor, dazed, and confused.

Ugh. This was all your fault.

# #. MALLEUS DRACONIA

A heatwave rushed across Night Raven College, hot and annoying. Heatwaves were common yes, but in winter? Well that was something completely different. The sudden change in temperature confused many, winter had just begun- why would heat of all thing suddenly consume the island? Only a few people knew of what caused this, or rather who.

It was none other than a prince, the prince of briar valley, a prince who had just been hit by the effects of love.

It was another late night at Ramshackle when the incident occurred. Another late night where the fireflies gleamed in the dark. Another night where you and Malleus could walk, feeling the breeze across your skin as you walked side by side. It was nights like those where you could just walk silently, basking in each other’s warmth as you shielded from the cold.

It was a night where no words were spoken, yet the fae prince had no trouble with that. He quite enjoyed these quiet nights together. No one bothering him, no one following him around, “guarding.” It was but a perfect night. Him and his child of man together.

However, he knew that these nights couldn't last forever.

You walked just slightly ahead of him, towards the patio of Ramshackle. Malleus listened as you crunched your feet against the leaves on the floor.

"This was fun," You spoke softly, giving the dragon a light smile, "I should go now though, before Grim gets hungry."

He smiled, "All right, shall we meet again tomorrow?"

Your smile grew, "Of course, I'll see you then?"

Fireflies swarmed the fae, signaling he was about to leave. "Very well, then I shall take my-"

"Ah! Wait, before you go!" You ran down the steps of the building, stopping right in front of Malleus. You had a sly smile on your face as you leaned closer into him. Before the prince could question you, a small kiss was pressed against his cheek.

He felt your lips on his soft cheek, gently pressing down into his face. He could feel his face slightly flush but just as it began, you suddenly pulled away from him.

You gazed into his eyes as you leaned away, that smile on your face growing tenfold due to his surprised expression. "Goodnight, Tsunotarou." And just as you came, you left. Leaving him alone and confused. And with dreams for days.

Malleus lied alone on his bed, holding a pillow to his chest, his face flushed. Thoughts of you and him consumed his mind. What did this mean? Where you trying to court him? Did you want to start planning for your future together?

All of his feelings and emotions poured out as he sighed into his pillow. Only for it to cause yet another wave of heat to rush across the school. It was honestly a surprise no one (Lilia) hadn't yet talked to him....

He wasnt quite sure what these feelings were yet.

[wackytoonz]

Do you have some "nervenoodle" headcanonos? [also hi :-D]

My Nervenoodle Headcanons!

(☔️I love these 2 so much☔️)

Fear was the one who fell first, and was VERY obvious about it. We're talking hands sweating, legs shaking, stuttering and slipping out compliments out of nowhere.

Ennui fell after Fear. While she doesn't show her emotions very often, it hit them ROUGH...they were not expecting it at all. She tried washing it out with the internet but nothing worked.

Fear is very intimidated by Ennui, mainly due to her sudden sarcastic comments to the other emotions.

Ennui finds amusement in Fears random bursts of panic, watching him run around in circles makes them chuckle a bit.

Have a funny idea where Fear will give a gift to Ennui expecting nothing in return, and turn around seeing Ennui with a GIANT bouquet of flowers. She acts like it's not a big deal.

Ennui likes to rub Fears cheeks and just his face in general. They find it funny looking and cute to see up close!

Fear describes Ennui as "Handsome and Pretty" at the same time.

Fear helps Ennui take her job more seriously, whilst Ennui helps Fear take things less seriously.

Ennui has a creepy smile, and does it to mess with Fear sometimes (It scares him a bit, but he loves it anyways)

Fear sometimes will run and jump into Ennuis arms when he's scared of something (It always throws Ennui off guard)

Ennui rarely gets scared, but if something does scare her, she gets just as exaggerated and panicked as Fear (missing phone incident 😔)

Ennui gives long drawn out kisses, while Fear gives multiple small ones

Ennui sends the most random images with the caption "us" to Fear

KAY THATS ALLLL! I HOPE YOU ENJOY :3

[callme-milfmommy]

Pillow fight

||Strawhat crew!|| ______________________________________________________

summary: You’re basically having a pillow fight with them

⚠️its platonic for chopper⚠️

⚠️THIS IS A JINBEI DEFENDER ACCOUNT⚠️

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Luffy

Luffy doesn’t really know his own strength when it comes to pillow fighting

The first time you guys had a pillow fight you had to go chopper because he hit you in the back so hard you flew into the wall

So he tries to make sure you’re okay when you guys have pillow fights<3

Please accept his apology’s or he will get sad:(

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Zoro

He does NOT care AT ALL

But if you actually feel bad or you actually get hurt he’ll feel guilty for hurting you

Just like luffy he’ll make sure that you’re okay and make sure that you’re not seriously injured

He has to hype himself to ask his BIGGEST enemy for a get well soon snack (a.k.a Sanji)

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Sanji

He purposely lets you win

He’s SO gentle with you that you can’t really even feel it

But if you fall off the bed or slip on a pillow he will IMMEDIATELY make you some snacks and go get chopper

He WILL apologize a million times:)

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Robin

She’ll HUMILIATE you

She’ll use her devil fruit and laugh when you fall on you’re face

But she will help you<3

But prepare for her to bring it up allll the time:)

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Franky

He’ll be be like “This is a Superrrr pillow fight!”

It’ll probably be the BEST pillow fight you’ve ever had😭

I feel like he just loves pillow fights because he gets to flex off his muscles<333’

He’s so silly;)

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Ussop

He’s gonna CRY so hard bro😒

If you hit him too hard he’s gonna be like “I’M TELLING ROBIN!”

But if he wins he’ll be like “I, the great captain ussop, has defeated you!”

It’ll be soooo cute<33333

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Chopper

IF HE WINS YOU HAVE TO GIVE HIM COTTAN CANDY ITS LAWWWW

He’s VERY sensitive when it comes to pillow fighting so PLEASE be careful!

He’ll be so said if he loses:<

So be nice to him<3

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Brook

You better PRAY you don’t wear a skirt

If you do have on a skirt, he’ll try to peak to see you’re underwear!

Please beat his ass

Nami (and maybe Robin) will root for you!

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Jinbei

You’re most likely gonna lose

He’s stronger, taller, smarter

Like….JUST NO😭

You’re met with the wall when he hits you with that damn pillow<3

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISSSS<333

[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 3

NEW TO THIS MASTERLIST

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Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable.

It’s been three hours since her first-ever official wrestling match, and Delilah couldn’t stop smiling. It had lasted all of eight minutes, and although she lost, no one could deny that both she and her opponent, Faye, had pulled a showstopper out of thin air. Delilah had only ever attempted a moonsault once in her life, one evening at training when she was feeling adventurous, but tonight, the burst of adrenaline had buoyed her, and it felt so natural being poised on the top rope. To her shock and delight, the crowd had given them a standing ovation when it was over. It was, as far as she could remember, the happiest day of her life. After Andre’s proposal, of course.

She hadn’t been this confident at first, though. She remembered being alone in the tiny, dingy locker room, on the verge of throwing up about fifteen minutes before the match. She remembered the loud cheers as the announcer geared the fans up for the upcoming match. She remembered forcing herself out, walking numbly towards the ring, then looking into the crowd and almost tripping on her own feet in shock at the sight of Jey up in the VIP area with Tank, unable to believe he’d actually showed up to watch her. HER! How she worked through the bundle of nerves and emotions, she would never know. But she did. And it was enough to convince her that she could still pursue her dream. That she wasn’t walking away from this just yet, because there was hope that she was finally going somewhere with wrestling.

Tank and Jey – she still wasn’t comfortable enough to call him Josh – had taken her out to celebrate afterwards. Even after leaving the bar well after midnight, both men didn’t seem willing to go home just yet. And Delilah didn’t mind.

“Your garden’s really nice, uce,” Jey observed the small but neat bed of flowers gracing the sides of the front door.

“Thanks! Andre worked hard on it,” Delilah beamed on behalf of her fiancé, “Dre’s the greatest landscaper in allll of Pensacola, so if you got a lawn that needs spicin’ up, hit him up.” Stepping over the threshold into her home, she winced at the mini warzone that greeted her. “Sorry for the mess,” she murmured sheepishly.

Tank looked around the trailer house and shrugged. “It ain’t that bad today. I’ve seen it in far worse shape,” he commented, lowering his huge self onto the old, worn couch in the center of the small living area.

“Damn, thanks Tank,” Delilah replied with a roll of her eyes. Way to embarrass her in front of Jey.

The man in question had been silent as he looked around the new environment. “Ignore him, Delilah. I like it,” he commented, finally facing her.

The trainee blushed profusely and dumped the bags of takeout they’d bought on the way home on the coffee table. She knew he was only being nice. “Could be better, I know you’re not used to tiny spaces like this,” she rushed defensively, retreating to the kitchen to grab three Bud Lights from the refrigerator. Surely Jey lived in a far more lavish abode, with all the money he was raking in at WWE. The Bentley Continental GT he drove her and Tank around with tonight was solid evidence. He lived large and her place was no doubt shameful compared to his, wherever that was.

Settling down next to Tank, the huge smile was still glued to her face, her right leg bouncing up and down in excitement. “Oh my god, I’m not sure I’m gonna get any sleep tonight! I still can’t believe I wrestled my first real match!”

“Yeah, and we predict it’s gonna be the first of many,” Tank drank from his beer as Delilah nodded enthusiastically, and he jerked his thumb in Jey’s direction. “At least, he thinks so. Right, Uce?”

"Heck yeah," said Jey, observing her over the rim of the silver can of alcohol in his grasp.

Delilah was still in awe that he was here, sitting in her home. It was tough to pretend she wasn’t thoroughly enjoying the attention she’d been getting from him the past two days. “You ain’t sayin’ that just to fuck with me, right?” she asked him blatantly, then cringed at her unwise choice of words.

Something flickered in his eyes. Then, with a low chuckle, he responded, “Baby girl, I ain’t never said shit I don’t mean,” Licking his lips briefly, he stared at the lone female in the room. “Look, we both see how talented you are. It’s about time you did too. That’s probably what’s holding you back. You should believe in yourself more.”

Delilah tilted her head at the use of that inappropriate nickname yet again, and she was torn as to whether she should voice her objection. Before she could make up her mind, a loud ‘thud’ sounded from the direction of the bedroom she shared with her fiancé.

Oh. Shit.

"Aw, shit, someone’s awake,” Tank chuckled and winked at Delilah, propping his feet on top of the coffee table. “Girl, you in troubleee,” he sang teasingly.

Casting her gaze to the amused smirk on Jey’s face, she refocused on the annoyed grumbles and shuffling feet. “Gimme a sec, guys,” she said softly, getting up and hurrying towards her angry fiancé in the hallway. “Hey babe,” she greeted him, forcing a wide smile as she rested a hand on his bare chest.

“What’s with all the fuckin’ racket?” Andre cut her off sharply, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm.

Looking up into his dark eyes, she rubbed his arm placatingly. “We’ll be more quiet. I promise,” she whispered, “Just go back to bed, okay?”

But Andre was already wide awake and very unhappy about that fact. “For fuck’s sake, Dee, I gotta go to work in…” Pausing, he squinted at the clock in the kitchen. “What time is it?”

“One a.m.,” she answered quietly, her cheeks burning as she lowered her eyes to the floor. “Baby, I’m sorry we woke you. Please go back to bed,” she pleaded.

Shaking his head, Andre glared at his fiancée and gestured towards the two men in the living room. “Hell no. Not until you get ‘em the fuck outta here,” he insisted. When she huffed disbelievingly, he shook his head again. “Woman, I gotta be up in four hours. One of us has to work. Who else gon’ pay for these damn lights you got on?” he spat.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Delilah bit back, crossing her arms angrily, “I made two hundred dollars tonight, F.Y.I.”

When his eyes swept over her wrestling gear, Andre scoffed. “How? Working the pole?” he taunted.

Delilah’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“Look whatchu wearin’. You couldn’t find more modest attire? Dress like a future wife should dress?”

Watching the entire argument from his seat in the living room, Josh felt his hands ball into fists. He understood the dude being mad for being woken up so late – after all, he’d done some bitching of his own at colleagues who rolled into the hotel at all hours of the morning causing a racket when he was trying to sleep. But he certainly didn’t appreciate the way he was disrespecting Delilah, especially while she was trying to apologize. As much as he wanted to say something to the punk, he did not think it wise to try to step in between the rowing couple. Yet.

“Look, tonight was the most thrilling night of my life, okay?” Delilah was saying, “I got a standing ovation after my match! Unfortunately you couldn’t see it, cuz you weren’t there even though you promised you would,” she made sure to add. “And if I wanna celebrate with my friends for doing so awesome, I’ll do it. God knows you and your friends have kept me up at night enough times in the past!”

“Nah, you not gon’ pull that bullshit on me right now,” Andre rolled his shoulders angrily and glared over her head at the two huge men who had now risen to their feet. “And if you don’t wanna kick your so-called friends out of my house, then I fuckin’ will.” Brushing past his fiancée, he stomped down the hall. He didn’t quite care if they were both built like brick walls and could probably kill him with their bare hands. This was his house and he was the one in charge here. “Ay, Tank, I let you have my girl for the night. It’s time I got her back,” he said.

Acutely aware that both Tank and Jey were about to give Andre a piece of their minds, Delilah quickly stepped between them before anything could go down. “Thank y’all so much for tonight, guys,” she cut in, meeting Tank’s eyes, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she added, giving him a look that told him how sorry she was for Andre’s unbecoming behavior.

With a nod, Tank patted her shoulder. “You know what, Parrish? Why don’t you take tomorrow night off. You’ll need your rest after tonight, trust me.”

She nodded gratefully and turned toward Jey, totally embarrassed to look at him after he’d borne witness to her humiliation at the hands of her fiancé. Honestly, she’d desperately wanted him to think she was a tough chick, that she wasn’t just putting on a show for his benefit. And Andre had ruined it all with his antics tonight.

Following the men outside, she was taken by surprise when Josh stopped midway to his car and suddenly turned to face her. Instantly, she avoided his stare again, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Gimme your phone,” he told her, holding out his hand. 

“What?”

“Trust me. Give it here,” he repeated, waiting until she placed the device in his hand. He tapped in a number of digits and made a call, smiling when his iPhone rang in his back pocket. “We got each other’s numbers now,” he announced, handing her phone back to her. “If you wanna talk about wrestling, life, whatever…Don’t hesitate to call me anytime.”

Staring at the phone, and then back at him, she raised an eyebrow. “Anytime?”

“Anytime,” he repeated, looking her in her striking hazel eyes which he noticed were filled with the unmistakable shine of tears. “For real. A'ight?”

Delilah gave a small smile and tucked her phone back in her pocket. “Okay. Thanks, Jey, I really appreciate it,” she said sincerely. 

“My friends call me Josh,” he insisted.

“Is that what we are? I've only known you a couple of days,” she responded.

“Sometimes, a couple of days is more than enough," he explained, watching her for one long moment before cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his. “Keep your head up, baby girl. You a queen. Don’t let nobody make you hide your pretty face.” And with one final wink, he let go of her, turned and made his way towards his car.

Watching them drive off, she willed away the flutter that was filling her insides and trudged back into the house, taking a deep, shaky breath. She had been filled with so much happiness and pride only a few minutes earlier, filled with hope for the future she was trying to create. But the confrontation with her fiancé, in front of Jey Uso for that matter, had snuffed it all out in a heartbeat. She was tempted to abandon Andre and sleep on the couch for the night, not wanting to be anywhere near him. But knowing the aches and pains that would descend on her in the morning, she thought it wiser to be in a bed tonight, no matter how angry she was with him.

Walking slowly to her bedroom, she pushed the door open tentatively, both relieved and annoyed to see that he was back in bed and out like a light. He always was a quick sleeper, unlike her. Shaking her head, she shed her ring gear, showered and found one of Andre’s big t-shirts to wear. She slid into the bed, ensuring to keep her back to him. She didn’t react when Andre’s strong arms wrapped around her a few moments later, didn’t flinch when his hard body pressed against hers from behind, only stared blankly through the darkness at the wall in front of her.

For as long as she had known her husband-to-be, she had been head over heels in love with him. After their first date, she had told her sister that she was going to marry him one day. She would never forget the twinkle in his beautiful dark eyes, or her unbridled joy, on the day he proposed. Back then, both had only harbored the glamorized fairytale version of the idea of marriage. Back then they’d been inseparable; hardly argued, hardly did anything without the other. Neither of them were weighed down by the strain of responsibility or ambition. Things were so different now. For one, she had far more ambition, and she found herself realizing that it was big enough to want to leave his side and do her own thing for the first time in a decade.

Her personal dream and the dream she and Andre had shared for so long hung in the balance, and right now, one was looking far more possible to achieve than the other.

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Thoughts?

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[romanreignseater]

Signed Up.

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smutty Smut

“Marrying Roman came with a lot of benefits, but do you really know what you signed up for?!”

A/N: A moan off?! Don’t know where this came from, but I did it any way. My first fic, hope you enjoy 😆💕!!

GIF: @romanreigns

You loved days like this. Babies sleeping peacefully, wind blowing through the windows, and your gorgeous husband nestled up to you. His body warm to the touch, but face cold as he stares at the TV.

You can help but to admire. “How am I so lucky?!”, you think to yourself. You were snapped out of your trance, by a deep and timber voice, that said, “If you keep staring, you might burn your eyes looking at all this hotness”. You giggled at your husband’s corny ass joke, “You know, for someone who seems so cool on TV, you’re lame as HELL in person”, as you continued to laugh at him. “But, you knew what you signed up for”, Roman said, staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes. That’s true, you knew what you signed up for and you were never going back.

Roman’s face carried that signature smirk, as you said nothing and stared blankly at him. “You want me to give you something else to think about baby?” You tried not to give him the satisfaction that he has such a power over you, so you have to play the game, before it plays you. “Ro… the kids are sleeping and subject to your own opinion, your grunts and moans are pretty loud”. Roman couldn’t even keep a straight face hearing that bold faced lie. “My moans are too loud?! My moans are TOO LOUD?!”, he said in utter disbelief. Now you knew what was coming, he was gonna list ALLLL the things he has done to you to make you absolutely lose your mind. But instead, he says something that baffles you.

“Let’s have a little competition then, you suck me off and we’ll see how “loud” I moan. Then, I’ll eat you and we’ll see how loud you’ll moan.” “Loser has to go through a punishment of the winner’s choice”. His face as cold and calm as it is in the ring. Due to your extreme competitiveness, you could never back down from a challenge. “Game on, champ”, you said as he couldn’t help but to show those pearly whites. “Well… Go on then, you better get to work”, the Tribal Chief says.

You get on your knees in front of him while he was sitting on the couch. He does his iconic man-spread, and you can’t help but to look at those luscious thighs clad in those Nike shorts. “You look like you’re already about to moan”, he says feeling on top of the world. All you can do is roll your eyes and hit him back, “Don’t worry baby with just the feeling of my hand on your dick, you’re gonna be wishing you never challenged the GOAT”. Roman laughs though his sentence, as he says, “All this back talk for you to lose”. That’s it, your done letting your mouth talk and it’s time for your mouth to move. The hair tie on his wrist is now wrapped around betwixt your hair, you then pull his long and girthy dick out of his boxers, spit on your hand, and get to work. Roman’s arms are laid across the head of the couch as he STILL daunts that sly smirk. You had to act fast, no more teasing or foreplay.

Kitten licks are given to the head of his beautiful dick, and his thighs stiffen up. “Cat got your tongue baby?!” You stared up at him with those big, doe eyes that he can’t stand. “I’m chilli-“, you interrupted his sentence as you shoved his entire length down your throat. You bobbed your head up and down as he lightly moaned, when an idea popped into your head. His head that was once laid back against the couch, now lifted as you stopped. He stared at you with confusion, “Why’d you stop?!”, he said. You returned to him your sly smirk and said, “Beg for it.” Roman loved when you were dominant, but at this moment… it was not the time. “Y/N”. “No, no, no, no.”, you said as you shook your head, with his shaft in one hand and the other formed with one finger up. “It’s my time and you do as I say”, your facial expressions challenged him. He fell underneath your command, “Y/N, please, I need it, I want it, please”. Satisfied with his response, you continue.

His large and heavy balls were being rolled by one hand, the other moving along with the motions of your open mouth. As you looked up, his lip in between his teeth and hands gripping his shorts. You needed to step your game up, so you squeeze his shaft and focus on the tip. Roman’s eyes blown wide up and moans expelled out of his mouth. “That’s it righ—t there”. You knew Roman could moan louder than that, but it was too late. He released into you mouth. Roman smirked down at you as you swallowed every drop. “Well, I think we know who’s winning”, he says laughing. Your faced contorted into a pout, as you cross your arms on your chest. “Awww, poor little Y/N, are you sad? Huh?! Are you sad?!”, “Well too BAD”, the menace spoke. “Get your ass up there.” You sat still on the fluffy carpet as he peered down at you. “Y/N, you better take your sour ass attitude somewhere else, cause you ain’t getting out of this”, he said coldly. “Now I’m not gonna repeat myself. Get. Your. Ass. Up. There. NOW!”

Not wanting him to go crazy, you followed his instructions. “You know better than to be a sore loser, now take off your top and pants. Leave the panties on for me.”, he said as you followed. Roman kneeled in front of you as you were only wearing your panties. He spreads your legs as if he is parting the Red Sea. He takes his massive thumb and rubs you through your soaked panties. You immediately felt like you were about to cum, “Cat got your tongue babyyy?!”, he said mocking your statement earlier. You just bit your lip with your brows furrowed not answering him. He continues his assault on your pussy with his thumb. The Tribal Chief then does something that completely changed the game. Instead of removing your panties, he keeps them on as he eats you out.

The feeling of your Victoria Secret lace panties rubbing against you and his long, wet tongue licking you up, made you feel sensations you NEVER felt before. You put your index finger between your teeth as you held in your moans. You tried to close your thighs, but he smacks your thighs back open and coldly stares up at you. He moves your panties to the side as he dives right in. “Ro… n-ooo, m-m-ore”, you begged. “You gotta sit here and TAKE this shit”, he says. He then pauses his abuse on your pussy and shoves his middle and index finger into your tight hole. He lays his other hand in your stomach and jackhammers his fingers into your cunt. You tried you best, you really did, but the Tribal Chief outdid you. You screamed as you began to squirt all over his hands and your stomach. “There you go, let it out mama, give it to me.” You moan with all the power you have, he then stops the utter obliteration on your pussy and sits back to admire his work.

He takes the tips of his fingers to rub your wetness all over your pulsing cunt. You shiver due to the overstimulation and push his hand out of the way. He wipes his forehead and says “Whooo, I’m tired.” You just stare at him blankly as if you aren’t dying over here. “I fucking hate you”, “I fucking love you too”, he says as he kisses you passionately. You both stare at each other as you hear you your babies awakened from their nap. “Don’t baby, I got ‘em.” You smiled up at him and silently thanked him. As your about to gather yourself together, he turns around and says, “Get ready for punishment, cause you’ll never when its coming… and. Anything. Goes.” You smiled and say “I know what I signed up”. “Glad you do”.

Do I really know what I signed up for?!

THE END.

Part 2 maybe?!

Lemme know, give me some feedback.

[lianreine]

ohhhhh pleeaaassse a poly tweels??? if you can ... pretty pleasaa?

i wish you allll well anyway beautiful ^>^

Tweels!polyXGN!MC | REQUEST #2

JadeXGN!MCXFloyd

AHHH HOLY SH*T ID THIS RLY HAPPENING 2ND REQUEST YOU CANNOT BELIVE HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING THE TWEELS SO I RLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

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I do not know how to start this since I barely read fanmade or ect so work with me here- hope you don't mind its just a skit this time since I'm not all confident-

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3rd person pov

You'd think Mc would realize those twins hanging around them....A LOT.

To Mc its all normal. To everyone around them? The tweels seemed possessive that no one can even glance at you without one of these little fucke- eels glaring at the person

The other first years even started to question

Ace: Mc! Those weird Octavinelle twins are all over you

Jack: yes, Mc did you do something? Have any debts with Azul?

Ace: we can't even get near you its like their your bodyguards-

Then Floyd came up and cut Ace off and gave all the first years a jumpscare you swear you saw Grim choke on his own fire

"Shrimpy!~~"

Floyd pulls you to him and squeezes you lucky for him you actually enjoy it so you hug him back

The first years looked at you like your crazy-

"Shrimpyy me and Jade have been waiting what's taking you so long~"

Floyd pouted as you just chuckles

"Are these freshmen bothering you?"

Floyd smiles at the now scared freshmen

Ace: NO WE WERE JUST LEAVING

Epel: YOU CAN HAVE THEM

(EPEL YOU TRAITOR-)

Jack picked up epel and deuce and Sebek picked up ace and grim and they just RaN

(Just a little seasoning xD)

"They weren't bothering me Floyd, but we can go now"

Mc smiles and chuckles watching them run

Skip

Jade greeted you as he was in the pool

You crouched down while talking to Jade...you can't help but see that mischievous glint in his eyes...

He goes under and you call out for him when suddenly something pulls you in the water

You feel two pairs of arms wrap around you...you open your eyes slightly...you see Floyd in front of you smiling as you turn to the side and see Jade behind you...

Holy shit your running out of breath.

You signal to them to go up and floyd pouted a bit but you hit his shoulder and the two swam up with you and you inhaled sharply

Floyd nuzzled himself on your neck hugging you by your waist

"Thank you i almost drowned"

You said with sarcasm

"Ehehe~ we wouldn't let that happen."

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Sighh I really don't know what to do with this one especially doing Floyd and Jade they're quite difficult for me, I will try to learn their persona more I promise I'll do better next time, plus I know how easily I can ruin Jade's whole personality so I tried to minimize his screen time im SO SORRY I LOVE YOU JADE😭♡

-Reine Lian

[jiveyuncle]

your roleith pieces give me so much lifeeeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ plz share any headcanons u have of them ps have a good day 🤩

!?!? You have no idea how delighted this ask made me, anon 😭💕 thank you sm!! I obsess over them in my notes and have so much planned for drawing. I’m actually about halfway through coloring a little mini comic interaction I have sketched out between Rolo and Krolia where she’s basically like, “High key, I’ll kill you if you betray him, again.” Lol

Sneaks!!

As far as headcanons, hmm. I’m bad at detailing, but I have general concepts and moments laid out in my brain:

When the Blade of Marmora teams up with the rebels on one of Keith’s earliest missions, Keith is not happy to see a certain someone working with the rebels. Doesn’t trust him at allll. He’s not outwardly hateful or anything, but his stress goes through the roof whenever intel is shared with Rolo or when Rolo is expected to watch Keith’s team’s backs.

Trust is slow to build. It takes Rolo ignoring an order from the Blade to go back for a civilian before Keith finally starts to believe Rolo might actually be alright. (It reminds him of something his old Voltron teammates would do.)

They race each other in crafts. Things are more even when Keith flies base models instead of his old lion, but he’s still the better pilot. He enjoys having someone challenge him.

Rolo 100% falls first. He’s not subtle at all, but he also doesn’t announce it or anything. Rolo’s team is so painfully aware of his feelings and tease him endlessly. Nyma will drop remarks (to Rolo’s annoyance) right in front of Keith about it, and it will still go right over Keith’s head. Matt is the last to figure it out and he about short circuits when he finally puts it together.

Despite the height difference, Keith kicks Rolo’s ass in hand-to-hand combat training.

Rolo’s bandages cover scars from his time under Galra captivity. The skin is particularly sensitive and fragile in those areas, and they’re prone to reactive flair ups of pain and swelling when messed with. Keith gets a look at these scars for the first time after a particularly rough battle where they wind up stranded and have to wait for backup to pick them up.

Lance is initially outraged to find out Keith is buddy-buddy with Rolo and Nyma (“You know, the people who sold us out to Zarkon and chained me to a tree ‘Rolo and Nyma!?’”), but he and Nyma actually eventually click and become decent pals. They have a bet going about how long it will take Keith to realize Rolo’s crush.

Krolia meets Rolo post- Space Whale and basically threatens Rolo with murder if he ever betrays her son, again. She doesn’t trust Rolo, but she trusts Keith’s judgement so she doesn’t meddle beyond that initial greeting. He earns her respect at a later time when a mission fails because he does something to ensure Keith’s safety over the mission’s success.

Rolo’s race can breathe in a wider range of atmospheres. There’s a pretty big scare when Keith’s mask gets shattered in a battle on the ground, rendering him unable to breathe, and Rolo has to drag him back to the ship while under heavy fire. Rolo essentially spells out his feelings after.

First kiss follows Keith making a close call piloting maneuver during a mission that saves his team. Rolo outright grabs him by the hood and fusses him out over the risky behavior, before Keith ends up closing the last of the distance.

Rolo’s race needs less sleep than humans. Once they’re finally together it basically becomes a battle for Keith to either choose to go to sleep together or wake up together. Keith chooses to do both anyway sometimes.

Both work in humanitarian aid efforts after the war.

I think that hits the highlights. Hope this satiates! And hopefully I'll finish the next Roleith piece sooner than later lol

[wonillaa]

「 experiencing the season while dating jake 」

niki version . jungwon version . sunghoon version

note; happy jake day!!! i love him so much i wish there was a way to show him directly :( the sweetest and most loving guy ever, i hope you all are enjoying your day too <3 happy to bring this series back LOL

spring

— with the windows down he would drive you both through backroads, your favorite shared playlist playing loudly in the back. you’re both singing and can’t hold back your smiles. “yn!! i really really love you!!!” he’d yell as loud as he could, you almost couldn’t hear over the music but you’d still make quick eye contact and feel how sincere he is.

summer

— beach dates allll the time. day or night it’s his favorite place to spend time with you. he’d always tell you how pretty you look under the sun, the light hitting your skin and eyes in such a stunning way. he’d fall even more in love when you’re in the moonlight. “i’m so lucky. i have the most jaw dropping toe curling beautiful partner in the world” he’d confess many times while nonstop kissing everywhere he can reach.

fall

— all the cliche s/o fall activities he will not let you skip any of them. you’ll make leaf piles and jump in them, go on hikes to see all the leaves change pretty colors, and have apple cider and donuts. he thinks it’s so cute when you wear flannels together or you wear his own. “ahhhh look at you my cutie”

winter

— you’re going sledding, having snowball fights, and warming each other up. he’ll giggle while throwing himself into you struggling to find warmth. he’d suggest ice fishing since it’s something he’s always wanted to try. when you finally give in and go with him he’s joking the whole time about how you’re like a penguin. “i’m scared of falling in jake this is actually terrifying” “stopp we won’t. but let go of me please if you fall in i’m not going down with you”

extras

— i’m not sure if he even celebrates easter but if that’s in the cards for you two during spring he’s def leaving eggs around the dorms for you to find lolol

— ive said before but i think physical affection is his favorite thing, he will tackle you out of love and if you’re at the beach you are not catching a break from his playing

— this isn’t meant to be smut but like 😭 he’d probably make no nut november jokes lmao he’s serious about it too?? it’s a challenge with the 02z 🫡

— christmas with him . he’d give you the most heartfelt gifts ever :( a heart locket necklace maybe, just something very special

[batw1nggg]

based off of the way you have talked about komahina i think you would really enjoy the fanfic warm steel and cold hands by fan_seller

anon i have a masters degree in komahinaology and u think wsch isnt my favorite komahina fic of ALLLL TIIIMEEE …… FAN UNDERSCORE SELLER YOULL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO MEEEEEEEE I LOVE THAT FIC LIKE I LOVE THE MOON AND THE STARS BRO… GIRLS WHEN THEYRE HIT WITH THE You are a crude mix of hope and despair, and I'm a perfect one, but in end, we are both just gray and murky. What does it matter, anymore? I made my choice already.GREEGAGAHHHH

[ggwritesstuff]

i’m begging for some smutty ry hcs for the ry girlies pls (maybe jealous over reader hanging out with knox or bam?)

ur my bammy fr <33

ryan dunn smutty hcs <3

warnings: just a whole bunch of smut. format is wonky cus i typed it out in docs and pasted it but y’all get the gist.

note: forever grateful for the ryan to my bammy @babylovepresley for reminding me of these fools, love u bunches baby i hope u enjoy <33

mf eats pussy for days.

he’ll BEG you to let him go down on you

on ur period? he doesn’t care.

he’s had worse things in his mouth.

he’s a sucker for a good make out session

desperate hands grabbing at your hips

sometimes one hand cradles your cheek while the other is tangled in your hair, pulling at it a little bit

i personally think he loves grinding

it’s a bit of a tease for him but he loves how hot it gets you

soft dom/pleasure dom. i’m not accepting any criticism.

he’s territorial but like silently

if you're hanging out with him and johnny and he makes you laugh a little too much for his liking he’s gonna keep his cool

but the second y’all are alone he’s leaving very obvious love bites on you

“baby i think they all know i’m yours”

“still gotta mark you up a little”

“you just look so pretty in black and blue”

he loves whenever you give him head

if you’re not the biggest fan of giving head he’d never press you for it

but if you decide to do it for him he’s gonna savor every fucking moment of it

he loves it when you’re on your knees

but his personal favorite position for head is whichever one he can touch you in

especially if you don’t really like giving head, he wants to make it as pleasurable for you as he can

BIG ON PRAISE!!!

he loves to tell you how warm your mouth is

how pretty your lips look wrapped around him

big fan of mutual masturbation

hear me out- i think before you guys go all the way he’d initiate a little session

he wants to know exactly how to touch you to make you feel good

when it comes to the main event, he’s all about you

practically worships your body

i think he’s a missionary/cowgirl kinda guy

your reactions to what he does gets him off the most

which leads me to mirror sex

cus he thinks you just look so gorgeous when he’s inside you, he wants you to see how pretty you look

he loves to see how your jaw drops and your eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot

loves telling you how tight you are just for him

you cum first

no exceptions

doesn’t matter if he hasn’t cum in days and he’s about to bust

he’ll deny himself until you cum at least twice

speaking of cum- he loses it when you let him finish in you

but if not, he’ll be just as happy with finishing on your chest

essentially, sex w ryan is allll about you. the way you moan and whimper under him makes him feel like his life’s purpose is to make you feel good.

[alphinias]

As soon as you finish sab, i would love to hear all your thoughts!! Favorite things? What were you pleasantly surprised by? Disappointments? Thoughts about the ending? Kanej feels??? I want allll the opinions lol

I really enjoyed the season! I’m extremely confused about how some things are going to work going forward and I was not expecting to feel like I was watching half of crooked kingdom, but at the same time, I get why they did what they did. Using the book scenes at different times to use that amazing material and make the characters feel more like the characters worked, for the most part. I loved the pekka scenes but admittedly don’t think they hit quite as hard as the book ones when we’d had two whole books fully building up this revenge. But he’s still around, so we’ve definitely got more of him coming. LOVED Wylan and Nina with the crows. With Mal and Alina, I’m not as invested in the sab stuff, but ending their storyline here the way they did in the books really just wouldn’t have made sense for a tv show that hopes to continue, so I’m pretty happy with what we’ve got. Mal chasing a sense of self and Alina sticking around is something I’m personally excited to see. I also found Nikolai a total highlight, loved him.

Every kanej scene put me on my ass, of course. They remain the best ship and always will as far as I’m concerned. I have some concerns about how things will continue from here, but I don’t feel like I can get mad about what might go wrong when I loved everything we’ve gotten so far. I did catch some vibes between Inej and tolya, though, which ???? NO THANKS!!! Tell me if I’m crazy but I swear there was a vibe.

Now I’m going to say something that feels more controversial. I know we all want the crows spin off because it’s the crows, but it feels so incredibly weird to do that at this point when the plots are so blatantly converging (finally) and we’ve already explored so many of the key character moments from the crows’ books. The first half of the season really felt jarring and like I was watching two different shows, but now I’m not sure I can imagine them split. I’ll gladly support and hope to love whatever they give me, but I’m just unsure how everything will work.

Overall I’m sure some people will really hate this season because it did diverge so far from the books, but to me, we’ve got the heart of the story and the characters and an absolutely phenomenal cast, and that means more to me than an exact play by play of the book.

[cloneloverrrrr]

If you’re taking asks, I’d love to hear your favorite headcanons about Wolffe! SFW or NSFW, whatever you fancy! 😁

Oh damnnnn👀👀 yes yes I will deffo get round to it 💕

Ok so I’ve had a good think about this! So if you agree or not these are what I think 💁🏻‍♀️ ( I did use a female S/O hope that’s ok with everyone )

• he is a light sleeper & probably sleeps in the same position all night unless he is with his S/O & if he is with her then he will cuddle into them ensuring their bodies are tangled & he sleeps like a baby ( usually nightmares plague him )

• he will nuzzle his face into the neck or hair of his S/O the sound of her light snoring is like a lullaby to him

• he likes to watch his S/O do her night time routine like skin care routine & getting into the silky nightdress he just lovessssss he is fascinated with this

• he will wake up before his S/O & just admire her , thinking what his life could like when the war ends we know secretly he wants to really settle down

• he adores his morning caf in bed with his S/O & he will help make the breakfast it’s the little things that make our grumpy commander smile ( even if it’s a small flicker of the mouth )

• he is possessive but in a good way when him & his S/O go out to places like 79’s he will have his hand on her waist ALLLL night , he will pull her onto his lap, cover he neck in light kisses & keep her safe at any length

• he enjoys spending time with his brothers mainly Fox, Cody & Rex because he truly never knows if will see them again when they part ways

• of course he loves all his brothers in the 104th but deep down he has a soft spot for Boost, Sinker & Comet

Now👀👀🥵🥵

• he is a freak in bed we all know this , he’s partial to some dom stuff, abit of bondage & lots & lots of long steamy drawn out foreplay

• he likes to fuck knowing he is in control , hitting it from behind watching a girls a$$ shake was his favourite position until he met his S/O although he wouldn’t say no that position now & again

• he likes PDA not too much unless it’s in 79’s & his S/O is riding his thigh with her back to him & his fingers rubbing her fave spot

• he will fuck in the fresher in 79’s when his S/O is being partially bratty

• his tongue & fingers are extremely skilled & he knows this so he will put them to use whenever he can

• he loves watching his S/O gag on his very large thick manhood & he will force her to take as much as she can as I said he does like being in control

I’m sure I will think of more but hope this does 🩷

[ruminate88]

Oh wow!!! So, this video claims that being neglected in an emotionally abusive relationship, is the same as “being physically hit” 🥴😳😳😳

annnnd at the start of last month is when I had that super crazy dream that my ex Andrew was hitting me over and over on the top of my head as hard as he could 😓😓😓 in the dream, I was covering my head and although I couldn’t actually feel the hits, I felt so upset and idk how to explain how I felt but I woke up in the night from that dream with my heart just racing SO HARD AND FAST OUT OF MY CHEST ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 wow…… I THOUGHT I WAS DYING!!! That dream makes so much sense now cuz I woke up telling myself to let myself calm down that he never even touched me. The abuse was just his words not actually physical but he neglected me a looooooot 😭😭😭😭

Andrew would take hours and sometimes days to text me back and always act like everything is just so great!! 😩😩 I would confront him and be like “You’re too busy for this relationship…. Do you need to break up with me and focus on school??” (He was away at college) annnnnd he would get so defensive/act upset with me and swear up and down I was his top priority (he actually said I was top 3 next to school and his parents) whatever…. I Knew school came before me regardless if I was top 3 or a big fat 0.

Andrew consistently promised to make more time for me BUT he only got busier and his text messages back to me got shorter and more robotic. I got a lot of “awww yeah” and I was so frustrated but on egg shells too. THEN randomly he would turn super romantic and be allll over me calling me “babe 😘” and sending me kissy emojis and act like he wants me so bad 😒😒😒 lies!!!!!

I knew these wounds were deep and painful just can’t always explain or express them but wow. Makes sense. I’m working so hard to get over Andrew and make peace with him in my head. Can’t make peace in person and can’t send him a letter cuz he gaslit me so much, how am I supposed to believe anything he does or says???? 😭😭😭 sucks cuz I legit loved him and believed him. Knowing I was being used and played. Well, I’m NOT stupid. I just have too much love to give away and hope Andrew enjoyed it cuz it’s gone. There’s only love from a distance for him now with his number staying blocked 😝👍🏻🙏🏻🙃❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Hey Bexxx buddy pal-o I have a second request for you 👀 Would you be able to write Freddy with a virgin reader who is totally into him and wanting him badly but because she's never done anything before Freddy OF COURSE teases her about it and there's lots of degrading dirty talk and praise combined while he prepares her and finally takes her, obviously getting off on being her first but being a bastard about "you want a man like me to be your first? You must be a dirty little whore for me" Thank you bestieeeeeee

AY! LOTTIE! Yes, yes, yes! You can SO have this! I haven’t really done virgin s/o stuff before so this is a fucking fun one, esp with Freddy because you are right he would be SO into this. Bastard has a corruption kink for sure. I am sorry this took so long to get to but the mood was finally right, been too long since I have written the burnt bastard so here it is at long last. Hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait! Let’s fucking get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.1K. Freddy Krueger X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Pining. Needy Reader. Masturbation. Groping. Manhandling. Teasing. Voyeurism. Taunting. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cum Play. Pet Names. Name Calling. Degradation. Praise. Body Worship. Knife Play, Cunnlingus. Loss Of Virginity. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Orgasm Denial. Begging. Cream-Pie.

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You Really Want Me?

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Choosing a reason as to why you liked and wanted him so badly was essentially impossible. Something about his voice, so rough and what he chose to say as he came after you. How he taunted and called out to you, he loved to call you names and it had the awful effect of turning you on.

The times you would be chased and think you would have lost him only for him to actually be right behind you and whispering in your ear that had you jumping out of your skin were honestly too many, you just kept falling for it. Was that because he was that quick and quiet and crafty or because you actually liked it and allowed it to keep happening? Enjoying the feeling of him so close to you, gloved hand on your shoulder and his hot breath fanning over the side of your face as he leaned in and spoke low in your ear. There was this quality to it that just got to you.

How he moved was another.

Stalking you, that confidence in how he moved, that particular swagger to his walk, it was like he fucking knew that the way he acted, the whole package of it all would invoke such feelings in you. And the way he made you feel. You feel nearly out of control, needy and overcome with desire, you would wake up soaked, out of breath, chest heaving and your shaking hands would find their way under whatever you wore to bed that night. Usually your pyjamas were torn and dirty from the chase and him putting his hands on you, and with your eyes still closed you would chase that feeling he gave you. You’d recall what he said and how he looks at you, fan the flames until the need is satiated and you stop shaking and finally then and only then do your eyes open to face the day, the taste of his name still weighing heavily on your tongue.

You think of him on a near constant basis. He invades your thoughts at the worst possible moments, almost as if those mental intrusions were orchestrated by the dream demon himself.

I mean how can you help it? He puts those awful thoughts and fantasies in your head, he calls you terrible things, you swear you weren’t like this until he showed up, it is like he woke something up in you. It’s all his fault! It wasn’t like you never masturbated before him, far from it, but ever since he showed up the amount you did it ramped up significantly. You would find yourself rutting against one of your pillows, the bottom of your shirt tucked in your teeth as you ground yourself, desperate for release but more than that, it was for him, all of it was for him and to go further it wasn’t just a fantasy.

There was genuine want behind it.

Part of the problem, you know, other than him being a murderous dream demon and not of this plane of reality, something entirely inhuman, was the fact that you had never had sex with anyone. Not even just sex not even a steamy make out session or even an awkward bout of forced seven minutes in heaven at some stupid middle school party. You had exactly zero experience that wasn’t from your own hands and clearly he has had, well you weren’t sure but certainly more than that.

So it isn’t meant to be. How would you even initiate that? I mean he is trying to kill you right? You think so, he says it, threatens it all the time but hasn’t yet, when you’ve questioned, he tells you he thinks you are, “-fun to play with-” and “-he wasn’t in a rush.”

Point is you are alive and will be for the foreseeable future and might as well indulge, there wasn’t any harm in it, right?

Turns out there is.

You’ve been doing it so damn often it was part of your routine and you’d started to actually NEED it. You were so busy today you hadn’t had a chance to do it and you had an early start tomorrow and it was already so late, you didn’t think you could do it and if you tried you might just fall asleep in the middle of it. So even though you were soaked and wanting, you decided to instead ignore the urge, for once, and just go to sleep.

You change and fall into bed, sleep overtakes you surprisingly quickly, you’d worn yourself out so thoroughly earlier and were so tired it happens easily.

You are dreaming soon.

A hazy one, a dream where what is happening isn’t super clear but the feeling inside of you is. You were feeling excited before bed but now it was so much worse, you were so damn turned on, the kind where you squirm and the slightest move causes the most delicious friction which in turn makes your hips buck involuntarily and the feeling that brings makes you move again and it just keeps going, feeding into itself.

You can’t help yourself.

You give in and start to touch. There isn’t any preamble like you normally do. No softness or feeling over your clothing, one between your legs and in your underwear, they are drenched and had to be pulled away from you, had been plastered to your skin until you separated the thin layer, your fingers begin to work quickly. You knew just what you needed and with how worked up you were it felt so good.

Circling your clit with that perfect pressure that makes your eyes want to roll back. One hand going up your shirt, taking turns teasing your nipples as you writhe, it seems like you are still in your bed as you dream, you were felt on fire, so totally turned on that you felt heavy from it, mind was clouded with desire and arousal. You drag your fingers through the centre and collect even more of your wetness and use it as lube, making the movements even more slippery, fingers sliding over that most sensitive part, making your breath catch.

Your thoughts are fragmented but there is one thing that is on your mind, one commonality, him. His voice, his touch, his words, permeating your mind, your fingers slip inside, curl into yourself in a rhythm along with your thoughts, him, him, him. You think of him doing this, of drawing the sounds out of you and making you lean more into it, arching and causing you to finally break that dam, to gasp out, “-Freddy!”

He really picked well when he chose you.

He was watching you. Had been called to you when you fell asleep. He always kept an ear out for when you entered his realm, waited for it, knew your schedule and when you usually went to bed as of late, so when you literally started to call his name it really got his attention, even then he wasn’t expecting this. He knew you were more into him than most but to find you finger fucking yourself almost chanting out his name was the best way this night could have turned out. He was gonna do the usual bullshit, a little chase, a little taunting and groping but now all that had gone out the window.

He was going to do so much more.

He just needed to pick his moment.

Until said moment presents itself he simply enjoys the view. You with your eyes closed, panting out and grinding into your hand, fondling yourself and seeming to be getting the most out of it, loving every second and he was loving it too. Getting to see you so uninhibited and enjoying your own body so unapologetically was hot as fuck for him.

You were getting really frantic now. Brows knitted together, breathing so hard, trembling, hand actually faltering a little, as if maintaining the right pace and pressure wasn’t as important now, like it was allll good and you were at the point where anything might push you over. So close, on the very edge is when he makes his move.

You were moaning out his name, almost there about to tip over “Freddyyyy-”

A low whistle is what gets your attention first followed by that same voice that had just been invading your skull mere seconds ago, “I just loooove how you say my name like that.”

Your eyes flying open and your hand stopping as your gaze lands on him, your heart almost stopping too. He pushes off the doorframe of your bedroom he was just leaning against and comes forward, that same confident strut as he approaches and you realize yourself, hand hastily pulled from your soaked slit and scooting up the bed, as if you could get away from him with your legs practically like jelly from how close you’d been less than a minute ago. “Jesus! Freddy-what the fuck?!”

He laughed, “Evening sweets.” and that makes you press your thighs together, to help hide your shame and how wet you were and also because fuck that shouldn’t get to you but it does. You ignore him and ask, “How long were you watching?”

“Long enough to hear you moan my name at least twenty fucking times. I mean hell, I didn’t even influence you there! You did that shit all on your own! Am I in your head THAT much?”

He is getting closer, approaching your bed, he looks far too comfortable in your room, that glove of his at his side, blades slightly splayed, your heart pounds harder at how the light glints off of them. He is still talking, in true him fashion, not shutting the fuck up.

“You were so loud, you know that? Stuffing your fingers in that soaked cunt, you sounded so wet.” He was right at your bedside now, looking at you like he had too much on his mind, “Moaning my name over and over, calling out to me. You’re fucking begging for it, aren’t you?”

In a shockingly bold moment you figure to take advantage of your current situation and tell him that yes in fact that is the case. You admit that you want him, need him, badly, you sound almost pathetic as you start to ramble. “Fre-Freddy, yes, yes okay, I totally do, I want you, I’ve BEEN wanting you so much.”

There was still that other issue and you keep on talking, since you got the courage to get started you decide to not stop and say, “B-but I’ve never! That is to say I haven’t uhm...I’ve never been with anyone before.”

You say that last sentence with your eyes downcast, fingers tangled in your bedsheets, terrified of his reaction. You fucking said it and it was out there now, couldn’t be taken back.

He laughs again. Hard, almost doubles over, gloved hand on his stomach before he comes back up to his full height, non-gloved hand wiping at his eye before saying all too amused, “A fucking virgin?! No way. And you want ol Freddy to be your first?”

You confirm. “Yeah, I am. And yeah, I do.”

He loves that too much. His glove comes down, blades drag over the exposed skin and up your leg, taking his sweet time and you want to shiver. He is taunting you now, the tone is so teasing, “Never taken dick in your life and you’re already like this?”

You shift on the bed as the blade is on your thigh, “I’m almost a little scared to see what you are gonna be like after getting a real taste.”

He is so much closer, he is leaning down, you look up and meet his gaze as he asks, “Are you sure you can handle it, princess?”

Fuck. You were really here, doing this, had the chance, he was offering it and you had to do this, a literal dream scenario, you might be slightly embarrassed but you assert yourself and say, “Yes. I want this.”

This was fucking perfect. He was going to give you everything you wanted. He starts to touch you, gloved hand and non, pushing you back down onto the bed, starting to grope and feel you, he moves fast but you wouldn’t dare breathe a word of complaint, you were enjoying all of it.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” You were sure he would make good on that claim. “You want that hmm? Want to get destroyed by me?” Another timid nod and he palms himself through his pants, “Fuck that’s hot.”

He is on the bed, one leg between yours as his hands work, sliding up your sides, leaning in closer still, you always get so hot with him like this, almost pressed to you but the intent in his touch and eyes makes it so much worse this time around.

“Don’t expect any fucking rose petals or candlelight. Whores like you don’t deserve such nice treatment.” He says it just right, in that perfect and teasing tone of his and you love when he talks like that.

Desire is too much and so you make the move and you instigate the first kiss. Tug on his sweater, pull him to you and you moan into it when your lips meet his.

He returns it. Messy and with tongue almost immediately, it’s filthy and just perfect, exactly how you pictured he would kiss you and it makes you clench around nothing.

He palms your tits and your heart races at the feeling of the glove, how dangerous it is, the metal is cool and when he moves like this, allowing you to purposefully feel the edges of those blames you squirm, breathe harder, fear and arousal filling you in almost equal measure. You don’t shy away, want it so fucking much, don’t even care if he hurts you in the process at this point, you want it however he is going to give it.

You are so caught up in all of it and you have no idea what to focus on, how his mouth is moving on yours, the taste of him, the weight of his body and fuck, just him.

He is complimenting your body at this point in between kissing you, he’s telling you that, “You are so soft, so pliable-”

His gloved hand grips harder, blades almost bite into your flesh and you inhale harshly, nose wrinkling from the threat of the pain and he says, with a chuckle, “-so easy to hurt.”

You get off on that a little more than you should again. He takes notice of that too. To be fair, the way you grind against his thigh isn’t subtle. “Oh you like that shit, slut?”

His glove moves, the sound of those blades knocking together, metal on metal and it is near your face, you bite your bottom lip.

“You get off on this?” A small look to his weapon and you nod shakily, you did, you liked it so fucking much.

Blades hook into the fabric and he starts to work on cutting what little clothing you wore to bed that night. Ripping your tank top and sodden panties from your body, tossing them aside and it truly strikes you in that moment how weak you are for him.

He has caught glimpses previously but this was the first time getting to see you totally on display and he had to admit he loves what he sees. Gloved hand is holding himself up, hand placed next to your head and his non-gloved hand came down and pawed greedily at your newly exposed skin.

“Look at you-” a tug on your nipple that had you arching up into him, “-what a body on you. It’s like you're built to be a good little whore.”

His hand trails down further, he isn’t being that careful, definitely just taking what he wants at this moment rather than being concerned with what you want and that is probably too enjoyable. “You just need some direction. Don’t worry, I can show you.”

You couldn’t hold back the moan that left you at that thought, him teaching you just what to do. His hand was right between your legs by this point, fingers trace over you, spreading the ample wetness he finds there and it makes your breath catch. No one other than you had ever touched you here or fuck, ever done any of this to you but this in particular felt momentous, it looks like he is going to finger you and you hold back the urge to start shaking already.

“Shit, you are soaked, toots.” The look on his face, that sick and twisted smile, he was getting off on this more than you were, if how hard he felt against your thigh was any indication. “Barely touched you and my fingers are coated.”

You try to glance down and see and he tsk’s, “Here, let me show you.”

His hand comes up and his fingers smear your slick on one cheek and it makes your face scrunch a little, turning away and he laughs.

He is spreading the remainder, over your lips and passing over until it is on your other cheek, it feels warm and wet and you can smell yourself. You open your mouth to begin to protest but his hand is back below your waist and two fingers ran up, a quick swirl on your clit that makes you let out this sound akin to a whimper before those same fingers dive inside of you for the first time and any complaints are quickly forced from your head before the words can form.

He starts to move, beginning to finger you, slipping back and forth, in and out, palm grinding into you and the friction to your clitoris makes your eyes squeeze shut. He curls his fingers once, twice and three times and finds what he is looking for with an almost practiced ease and the gasp that you let out makes him laugh again, the sound of it rings out and causes another flush of heat to tear through you along with an even louder moan than before.

“What a pathetic sight, barely done a damn thing and you are losin’ your damn mind.” You are reacting so much with the simplest moves, he isn’t even going that hard and you are squirming so much below him on the bed sheets.

He presses his palm harder and you buck up into his open hand, grinding yourself onto it in hopes of getting even more stimulation. “Fucks sake like a bitch in heat humping my hand.”

It’s true. You were just so desperate to get off already and you’d barely gotten started with him. In classic fashion for him he wasn’t shutting up, “You should see the puddle your makin’. Totally messing up your sheets.”

It sure felt that way to you, could feel the slick pooling under your ass but you don’t focus on that for very long, he is hitting that sweet spot so well, how was he picking up on it so quickly. He leaned in, tongue licked a messy stripe up your throat and you shifted under him, he hummed at tasting the salt of your sweat, before breathing into your ear, “I can see in that fucked up mind of yours-” Oh shit that’s right, he can.

“-can practically feel everything you can with how your brain is screaming when I do something like this-” And a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, a good grind of his palm and a bite on the side of your throat had you crying out his name, body jerking underneath him.

You are losing your mind at how good it feels and how easily he is making you break apart in his hands. It is so much different from your own touch, so much more intense, in a few mere minutes you feel the edge approaching, moans increasing in pitch, almost gasping for air as you feebling attempted to warn him of your impending orgasm, as if he wasn’t well aware of it already from how hard your walls were clamping down on his fingers. All you could convey was one word, while your moans were loud the word left you in a whisper, “Cl-close-”

And just like that he pulls away. His fingers slide out and he sits up on his knees between your legs, you look up at him, pouting and almost unable to suppress the whine you want to let out, your hands raise and fall back to the sheets, in a move of frustration, a silent tantrum at the loss of your orgasm. He slips his fingers into mouth and groans at the taste as he sucks them clean and when they leave his mouth he curses and even compliments how “-delicious you taste.”

You are taken aback, you can still barely grasp this is happening and hardly over the loss of your orgasm but he moves you so fast, legs pushed up and he is between them impossibly quick, those same legs thrown over his shoulders. Surprised yelp leaves you and then his mouth is on you.

That first lick leaves you arching, a loud moan, nearly begging already, “Freddy!”

He licks and tastes, sloppy and hungry, he really dives in, he moans against you and the vibrations against your clit make your hips buck with a loud groan. The pleasure is different than when his fingers were working you over, somehow even more intense, it’s like you are totally alive with sensation, somehow feel more awake than you ever had even though you are asleep and dreaming.

The feeling is unlike anything previously experienced, something so startlingly intimate about it. Him tasting you, drinking you up and eating you whole. Tongue sliding over your clit and circling it before pulling it into his mouth with a hard suck that had your thighs tensing around his head. “God! Fu-fuck, Freddyyy-”

He is being so messy with it and you are a mess yourself. Panting, wiggling, he sucks on your clit again and his fingers are back into the mix, working in and out of you at the same time. You are unable to stop the small sounds that are ripped from your throat with every solid move of his fingers and steady lick of his tongue and suck on that most sensitive part of you. And still, even with his mouth hard at work he still finds the time and makes the effort to pause at points to taunt you further, “Listen to you! And you complain that I never shut up.”

His mouth back on you and fingers never slowing even when he comments meaning that you can’t even spit out a witty retort, as if you were mentally capable of thinking up one, instead moaning loudly over and over. “Such a sweet cunt, could eat it all night.”

You almost wished he would when it feels this good. Funny thing about being involved with him is that it almost seals your fate. If there is an afterlife you certainly weren’t going to end up in whatever good version of it there was, not by committing such sin with him. Honestly laughable that the closest taste to heaven you will ever get is given to you by a literal demon.

“You’re shaking so much.” You were getting close again and he could surely tell. He pulls back, fingers leave you once more and you do sob this time, “NO! Pl-please I was al-most there!”

He laughs, it isn’t mean, more fond, his hands are on your thighs, dragging along, tips of those blades almost break the skin and you squirm again. “Shh, shh, I know, I know hon, but you’re gonna get what you want real soon. You feel and seem real ready to me.”

Your eyes finally open again and when did he lose his clothes?

He climbs over you, his body is over yours, hands roaming again, knives so close to cutting you but not enough pressure for that, the sensation just teases more than anything. He isn’t really being rough, just firm, sure of himself as he always is. This is really fucking happening, you are about to give yourself to him, bare fingers on his non-gloved hand are pressed to your mouth, “Open up.”

You comply and taste yourself, with a moan and he smirks at that, removing himself from your mouth, “Good job.”

His hips move and he is so hard and he is pressed to you, so close but so far. His gloved hand brushes over your forehead as he purrs out, “I’ll be real gentle.”

Something about him saying that just hits you right in the chest. The mocking and teasing fashion of it but that undercurrent of warmth, your legs tense around his hips, anticipating it, slight nerves but yes, ready, so damn ready and craving this, it, him.

You just about melt under him and he slides in. You’ve never had something so big inside yourself. It stretches you in such a deliciously satisfying fashion.

It is almost overwhelming, you cling to him, something close to a sob tearing out of your throat. He is oddly comforting, in his own way, “Awe, it’s alright princess. I’ve got you.”

It isn’t painful, but it is a little uncomfortable, but it’s a good kind of ache, one you actually find yourself craving more of. He allows you a moment with him fully inside, pressed to you he speaks low in your ear, glove squeezes your shoulder as he tells you, “You’re all mine now.”

Fuck yes you were.

He moves slowly at first but not that softly, the moves are deliberate. “You weren’t lying, no way anyone else has had you, so fucking tight.”

You continue to cling to him and he fucks you, he groans at the feeling and the little sounds you are making, how you breathe his name and clench around him.

“Shit, you feel so good.” He groans out, moving back a bit so he isn’t almost covering you, your hands stay on his arms, not wanting him too far from you. His eyes are down, taking in the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your slick hole, “You take me so well.”

Pride alongside the pleasure swelling within you as another moan bubbles out of your throat. “How you holding up, doll?”

You are moaning and panting and so into it, a frantic nod, no thoughts, no words, just as vocal an expression of pleasure that you can manage.

He leans down, his mouth catches yours and you return it so fast, hands on the back of his neck, just as hungry as he was when he was between your legs earlier.

More kissing, more filth passed from him to you in between his mouth moving on yours, “Don’t hold it back, lemme hear you-” he picks up the pace.

The pleasure is intense now, all aching and uncomfortability has been long since forgotten, it feels good, damn good. You sound almost unintelligible, something close to his name and the word “Yes!” is leaving you.

He pulls back just enough to get his hand between your bodies, he touches you, it is sloppy but it doesn’t matter, it is just what you need as he rubs your aching clit. Practically clawing at him, and he can feel you getting close, “C’mon, cum for Freddy.”

You’d more than earned it.

The pleasure rises, building, you couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to and finally, blissfully, you cum for the first time stuffed full of him. You cum and cum hard at that and he mercifully fucks you through it and he praises you, or at least you think he does, you can’t really focus on the words.

It is that kind of orgasm that takes over everything. Thought, moving, making sound, all impossible, far too caught up in the sheer feeling of it. It seems to drag on and on and you are struggling to breathe evenly by the time you finally regain some mental clarity and feeling in your limbs. It doesn’t last for long because even though you just came he isn’t slowing down.

He moves now, pulling you with him. He is flat on his back, you are above him, his hands on your hips he helps guide you, making you ride him, you go along with it, no time to think or question it, too involved in what is happening to not give in. He is watching the way you move, how every rough thrust up causes you to twitch and struggle to find something to hold onto until finally settling on his hands, more moans and gasps, struggling to find the strength to do what he wants.

Then he asks you such an important question, “Want me to cum inside?”

Something you’d never considered but holy hell yes you did, you wanted that so much.

You beg for it. “Ye-yes! Please Freddy? I-I really want it, need you, fill me up-”

He pulls himself closer to you, sitting up, his chest almost to yours as you are still in his lap, rocking up into you harder, his eyes staring into yours as he challenges you, “Earn it then bitch.”

Oh he is on.

You ride him, arms loose around his shoulders as you move your hips and try to find a good rhythm. Grinding down and moaning out his name again, purposefully clenching down on him and it has his head tipping back a bit with a groan, “Shit yeah, like that.”

You are emboldened, fight back a smile as you find the energy to really drive it home, slamming down harder. So hard to believe you are doing this still in this moment, feeling this good, this confident, positively alight with pleasure, you knew asking him for this was the right call. Who cares what it says about you or the morality of it when it feels like this?

Soon, he is telling you to, “-get ready.” and that he’s gonna, “-fuckin’ cum in you.”

You beg for it again, your lips almost on his, “Please, please, please-” and finally he does.

He holds himself deep inside, arms tight around you, blades on his glove digging into your back hard enough that this time they do draw blood and you revel in the feeling of the hot and slick liquid down your back. His hips rocking just a little as he fills you and you moan from the warmth settling low inside. You sit in his lap, still full of him for a few minutes, shared breathing slowly calming down.

Kisses are pressed along your neck and shoulders and collarbone and everywhere. Surprisingly affectionate once again as he tells you, “So good for your first time. I can’t wait to mold you into my perfect little fuck toy.”

Honestly?

Neither could you.