#PRETTY WOMAN I CANT MAKE EYE CONTACT

[tootiecakes234]

Going to the Hero Awards with Katsuki for the first time:

You and Mina had been doing prep ALL DAY. The hair, the makeup, final dress fittings, you name it. It was kinda nice, like a self pampering that was being funded by the best boyfriend of all time. Katsuki had given you his card and told the both of you to go nuts. He had to work the day of so he’d be getting home just in time to get ready and leave.

Mina had helped you pick out the cutest dress you’d even seen and it was orange to match Katsuki’s hero theme. Your other accessories being black with slight hints of green here and there.

You’re not gonna lie, you were VERY nervous. This was a big award for him. He’d ended up being number six at the last one and this was the year he breaks into the top 5.

Kats has been acting like it’s not a big deal but you’ve been able to feel how anxious he’s really been. So tonight you were gonna focus on holding yourself together and being there for him in whatever way he needed.

You were touching up your makeup just a little when you heard the front door open. He’s running behind.

“Fuck, I know I’m late. I gotta hop in the shower and FUCK! I never picked up my clothes from the-“, he was pacing around the room like a madman.

“Hey, hey.” And you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady him for a minute. “I have your clothes, they’re hanging up in the closet above your shoes. I have your hair stuff laid out on the counter and you might wanna get a quick shave in too.” You say as you run your hands along his stubble.

And he takes a deep breath. And then another.

“Thanks, I got sidetracked at work and time got away from me.”

“ ‘s fine. You’ve got time. Go ahead and hop in the shower and let me know if your need anything, yeah?”

He leans down a places a soft kiss to your forehead and then heads for the bathroom.

Yeah, this was gonna be a long night.

When Katsuki comes out of the bathroom he’s gotta towel wrapped around his waist and he’s looking a lot more himself.

You were sitting down putting on your shoes, but you stop and look up because you noticed he’s not moving anymore.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“You look…… incredible” and the way you start blushing is insane. You cant even make eye contact with him. His compliments are usually never that straightforward. It shocked you a bit.

“Thanks” you whisper softly. And then outta the corner of your eye you see him striding toward you.

“Kats-“ but your lips are covered by his and you just know he’s gonna be covered in your lipstick.

When he pulls back he has a full grin on his face.

“Damn, I feel a lot better now. Gonna have the hottest woman on my arm and I’m gonna finally be in the top 5. Was worried about nothin.”

The smile that shines in your eyes is worth a million dollars.

“You’re not gonna have any of that if you don’t finish getting dressed so we can leave.” And you start pushing him away. “Go. Hurry up”

“Yeah yeah, ‘m goin” he mumbles as he walks away.

“And wipe the lipstick off your face” you shout behind him.

You guys manage to make it just before the doors close for the event and you’re sat at a table with Eijirou and Mina.

They go through the whole spiel of course before they start announcing the Hero’s in their order.

This year Pinky was number 18 which was 6 whole spots higher than last year and Red Riot broke into the top 10 sitting at number 8. You cheered so loud for your friends, but you didn’t fail to notice that Kats hand had slipped into yours and was holding on pretty tight.

He kept a straight face but he was beyond wrecked on the inside. You look over at him and give the the most encouraging smile you can muster.

The numbers continued to be listed off they’d finally gotten into the top 5. He hadn’t heard his name at 5 or 4.

“Coming in as the number 3 Hero in Japan, Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. “

He’d broken into the top 3!! You looked over at him and his face was as stoic as ever. Ever the cool man on the outside. This man leaned over, placed a quick kiss to your lips and then walked onto the stage to accept his prize.

“Ugh, yea I worked hard for this. It’s well deserved. Thanks to my agency and the best girl a guy could ask for…. Next year I’ll be number 1.” And then He just walks off.

Everyone else had given these heartfelt speeches but his was of course sweet simple and to the point.

Katsuki has grown up, doesn’t mean he’s changed all that much.

Number 1 ends up being Izuku for the second year in a row. When he walks past Katsuki they hug and congratulate each other. You were happy to see how far their relationship had come.

After the awards are given out, they had back to their seats and you guys have dinner. After, Everyone goes around congratulating and thanking. Most of them kissing ass really, but you digress. You’re in the middle of talking to some agent you really have no interest in talking to when you feel a warm arm wrap around your waist.

“I’m taking her now.”, you hear him say as he starts dragging you off.

“Hey, that was really rude.”

“Too damn bad. I’m number 3 hero, I do what I want” he says and you can hear the smirk on his face.

“Where are you taking me, Mr. Bigshot” ?

“Home. We came, we saw, we conquered. Now I get to have my real prize all to myself.

“And what would that be?” You ask as coyly as you can muster.

“Obviously you dummy. Wanna see how good that dress looks bunched around your waist” he whispers against your ear.

That has you walking with a pep in your step to get out to your car and home.

This had turned out to be a lot better than you’d expected it to.

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@dreamcastgirl99

[mariasont]

Training Day - A.H

a/n: you all wanted more bimbo!assistant!reader and i'm a woman of the people so here we are

on a real note i love her and she is my queen

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you don't understand why hotch is giving you training lessons, but apparently he thinks you need it

warnings: talking about men following her in public YUCK, hotch trying to train reader, reader not knowing what's going on, cuties being cute

wc: 0.8k

"I still don't really know why we're doing this."

You were grumbling more than was characteristic for you, with every part of your body, your arms, your legs, and even your ass, suffering from a dull ache--sadly, not the result of any enjoyable pastime. After being knocked over more times than you cared to count, Hotch extended his hand toward you. You gladly took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

Your fingers deftly pulled at your pink tracksuit top over the sliver of abdomen that that had been revealed in your less-than-graceful take down. Hotch had pointed out the impracticality of your outfit when you showed up, but you stood firm on the principle that if early training sessions were expected of you, then your attire would be non-negotiable.

"Because I want to be confident in your abilities to defend yourself." His arms folded over his chest as his gaze bore into you, challenging you to contradict him.

"I'm just here to look pretty and answer your phones, crime-fighting isn't in my job description. That's your thing, Mr."

You shuffled back to your original position anyway, hands coming up to shield your face as you mentally sorted through the steps, or at least tried to, struggling to recall the correct foot placement.

"Shoulder width apart."

It's like he could read your mind. You were not entirely convinced that he couldn't.

"Crime-fighting doesn't have to be your thing," Hotch stated, narrowing the gap between you, his hands firmly correcting your stance. You sometimes found an excuse to stand just so, hoping he would step in to manhandle you into place. "But being part of the BAU, even peripherally, means you're not immune to risks. I need to know you can handle yourself... for my piece of mind."

"Sir, is this like, your super-secret way of showing you care?"

Your lips twisted into a half-smile as his hands clasped your waist a little tighter than necessary: a warning that said you were playing with fire. His fingers then moved to direct yours, positioning them closer to your face, his knuckles lightly grazing across your cheek in the process.

"Eyes on me, stay focused."

"My eyes are always on you, sir," you say, your head canting to one side. 

He released a controlled breath, giving you a level look that signaling you were pushing it. Nevertheless, you flashed him a beaming smile and initiated the move he had been drilling into you. The tip of your elbow made contact with the soft of his stomach.

He issued a muted groan as he intercepted your arm, preventing it from digging further, and in a fluid motion he spun you around, pinning your backside to his front.

"That was perfect, right?" you squealed, your fist shooting up in victory.

The sudden jump caused his hands to shift from your arm, finding a new perch on your hips to steady your... enthusiastic bounce.

You whirled in his grasp, the proximity sending a faint hum through his chest. Clearing his throat, he managed. "Yes, uh, that was it."

Clutching his shirt, the fabric crumpled beneath your purple-tipped fingers, you giggled. "Just imagine someone trying to follow me to my car now. They wouldn't know what hit 'em!"

"Is that a common occurrence?" The lines of his face gathered into that customary look of concern, that characteristic frown of his making an appearance.

He gently disentangled your hands from his shirt, not letting go, but rather laying his atop of yours.

"Well, sometimes, but I usually just call Morgan, put him on speaker, and he starts talking about the FBI stuff," you explained, giving a light shrug that nudged the zipper of your jacket down just a smidge. "They take off after that."

He clenched his eyes shut, pausing momentarily before reopening it. One hand let go of yours to adjust the zipper back to its proper position.

"That makes my stomach hurt." And it did. "Don't hesitate to call me when that happens. I'll come get you."

Your smile stretched ear to ear, potent enough to make him feel lightheaded. "You know, with all these trainings, who needs to call for help?"

"How about we compromise, and you still call me, regardless?"

You pout your lips, shiny with clear gloss rather than your usual pink. "That sounds less like a compromise and more like a you thing, ya know?"

Hotch's laughter rumbled from his chest, a warm, breathy sound, as he let go of your hands, which he realized he had been holding far longer than appropriate, and guided you to the door.

"You don't appreciate the added precautions I'm willing to take for your safety?"

Dragging your sneaker on the floor, you plucked your bag from the wall as Hotch closed the door behind you. "Gee, when you say it like that..."

When you walked down the hall you seemed to be perfectly in step.

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[bestlilithian]

The lilithian experience (lilith dominant chart)

Personal experiences w having heavy lilith influence

- Older people being creepy subtly or overtly, but usually subtly with certain looks or touches or comments, especially strangers in public or distant family friends

- Being told Im scary or intimidating, or that I look mean (a girl once told me she thought I wouldnt want to hang out w her and her friends because I looked 'too pretty and kinda mean') [this is esp w lilith/asc harsh aspects]

- Lilith square asc culture is walking into a room a little pissed or in a hurry and everyone shutting up (also works for mars/pluto)

- Now Ive never heard anyone else talking about this but as a lilithian woman Ive always been disgusted by the idea of having sex with a man because in our culture a woman who has sex w a man is seen as having been dominated and degraded by him ("I fucked her" "I hit that" "I scored") also the act itself is very power struggle-ish like no *I* want to bend over a man and make him suck *my* dick

- Ive also noticed a lot of lilithian women are lesbians (including me <3) , might deal w lots of comphet tho

- Being hyperaware of people looking at you (even if youre dressed extremely modestly or without makeup)

- Lilith/moon aspects 🤝 your mom making inappropriate comments about you and your body

- Lilith/sun aspects 🤝 your father insulting you or making weird comments (more subtle w soft aspects so you might brush it off but its still not okay girl)

- People thinking youre flirting with them or others (esp men) but youre just hot and talking, and you cant help that ppl have strong reactions to anything you say really

- Loving eye contact <3 (w the right people)

- Lilith square saturn culture is not being afraid to stand up to authority <3 and having to quite often because they have a pick on you and try to tear you down

- also w lilith square/opposite saturn grown ass adults will have beef w you when youre a kid, esp those w authority over you like teachers, coaches etc

- Lilith/asc harsh aspects and overthinking whether a fit is too revealing or not (because you dont want to get harassed and looked at again) (but then youll grt harassed even if you go out in a priests suit so 🤩)

- People (esp men) trying to use you for sex

- Always being the one guys want to be friends w benefits with while theyre crushing on another girl

- "I dont like what you do to me" - most men Ive interacted with for a while

- A guy told me he liked me for who I am but he couldnt stand "the effect I have on him"

- lilith in 4th house culture is attracting men w mommy issues and being looked at by guys in relationships

- lilith/mercury and needing to know all your friends bdsm test results

- People liking when youre mean 2 them

- People who hate you often want to have sex w you

- Ive had so many guys in my class literally have to gather up courage to talk 2 me, even for basic things like asking me to help w something, they approach me looking all tense and worked up like Ill slice their head off for asking me to help them with their math lmao

- A classmate (and friend, apparently) of my friend once didnt want to come out and meet me when I went to my friends school to give her something because she thought Id beat her up (for context I found out she said some nasty things to my friend and was not happy about it)

- Being told by ppl (esp men) that I remind them of characters who are villains

- People esp girls not liking me for no reason or being rude

- Guys in relationships being extremely cold and rude to me or even shittalking me to their gfs (you can guess why)

- People trying to 'put you in your place'

- Recognizing other lilithians immediately

- Being insecure about your private parts, your body in general and your appearance

- Sex obsession since a young age

- Sexual harassment unfortunately

[aliaology]

IN BETWEEN

summary: just two people in love

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: just love 🤍

no one would ever be able to come between you and quinn hughes. that was not a regular ‘statement,’ it was a fact. you and quinn hughes were hopelessly in love with one another since you were freshmen.

freshmen year was when you and quinn met. you met him in your algebra class. he was seated in front of you and you couldn’t see a single thing due to him being there.

you tapped his shoulder softly. his body turned to look at you, confusion plastered across his face. embarrassed, you spoke,

“can you lean down slightly? i can’t see the board too well..”

quinns confusion turned to a soft smile. he nodded and leaned down slightly. you pushed the bridge of your glasses up further on your nose and began to write your notes down.

after that day, he would lean down the entire class so you could see. it became a thing he liked to do for you.

a week later, he turned to you.

“can i steal your notes? im behind in this class and i cant fail or im out of hockey for the season.” he asked desperately.

that was the first thing you learned about him. you nodded and handed him your notebook. he smiled and turned around, copying your notes into his notebook.

you started to hand your notes to him everyday, because you took notice that he barely paid attention anyways.

it didn’t take long for you both to become friends. he began to see who you were, you began to see who he was. you weren’t the pretty popular girl for nothing. you were kindhearted, you cared. you tried.

he wasn’t the hockey jock who hated everyone. no, he may not have been a people-person, but he was kind as well. he meant well no matter what.

plus, you loved his family. his brothers quickly became yours. his parents, quickly became your second set. his family became yours, and yours became his.

he loved your mom, she was the sweetest woman ever. he loved your other mom, shes where you got the smarts from. and he loved your ten year old brother.

you two adapted to one another, quickly becoming each others constant. you circled around him, he circled around you. no one could come between you two.

“oh please, he doesn’t answer me that fast.” you’d tell your girl friends.

your friend, priya, rolled her eyes. “yes he does! he barely lets it ring.” she told.

“call him, right now.” she instructed.

you felt flustered, but did what you were told nonetheless. you shakily held your phone in your hand, clicking on his contact and pressing call.

priya was right, because not even two seconds later did he answer. “hello?”

priya gave you a look. your eyes widened and immediately you put the phone up to your ear.

“hey, quinny, uhm— what time does practice end?”

it wasn’t until junior year that people could see how in love you two were. the way quinn would look at you with such a longing gaze. the way he would light up when your name was mentioned, even if it was technically about someone else. the thought of you made him joyful.

then there was the way you looked at him. how you stared at him a little bit too much longer than you should’ve. the way you would get excited hearing the word ‘hockey’ because you thought of him.

you two were inseparable. and finally, you two began to date in the middle of junior year. years of longing for dates, late night talks, kisses, were finally over, because you got them whenever you wanted.

your relationship with quinn was one for the books. he’d laugh at your eyes, your smile, at the glasses on your face, but not because he thought you looked weird or funny, but because he finally had you.

you loved listening to him at night, getting the side of him no one else does. you listen to him call you things that make your stomach erupt into butterflies. beautiful, gorgeous, funny, smart. hes never seen anything or anyone like you.

in the relationship, you were the bold one.

“im new at this..” he admitted, embarrassed.

you were his first real relationship. he was scared to mess up. he was scared you would run off, or find someone better.

but you’d hold his face with both of your hands and place a kiss onto his lips, reassuring him that he was all you wanted.

sparks would fly when you kissed.

you both lasted to present time. you were still so helplessly in love with him just like you were in highschool.

just like you thought, he was always there, until he wasn’t because he was on a roadie. you hated his roadies, having him leave.

you hate when hes away, scared something will happen while hes at a game. you were already scared shitless when you watched jack fall into the boards and sit out a few games. who knows how you’d feel if quinn were to get hurt.

he hates when you cry. you cry every night before he leaves for a roadie, scared. he holds you tight, whispers sweet nothings into your ear. he was also, so in love with you still.

but you still got what you wanted. more everything in between. you got the love you deserved, and so did he.

tags (perm): @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @outrunangelss , @um-mads , @bqbylon , @whoreforthehughesbrothers , @p3nislawd , @queenmendes !

[archangeldyke-all]

HIIII. I’m gonna like try one last time to make a request cause I understand you said there’s something up with your inbox and idk if like tumblr keeps eating mine but anyways—

How about sevika with a reader who’s fucking hilarious/super nice and makes her laugh but when it comes to actually being alone with sevika they are horrible at eye contact and are like supppperrr shy and embarrassed.

Especially like during their first time together (✂️✂️), THE GIRL CANT EVEN SPEAK.

I wonder if sevika would be patient- or if she would be the one to say she’s inlove first.

Idk but it’s up to you to answer this so ofc as alwayyyssss I hope you have annnn amazing day!

tumblr always manages to delete the cutest fucking suggestions thank u for sending this in again omg

men and minors dni

you're the life of the fucking party. no matter you go, you manage to make a friend. you've always got people laughing, you've always got a funny story to tell, and you can keep a conversation with a brink fucking wall. sevika thinks you're fucking amazing, the funniest person she's ever met.

she also thinks you hate her.

when you're alone with sevika, you're completely silent.

she thinks you've got something against her, and she's desperate to make it up to you somehow.

which leads to her being extraordinarily nice to you. which only leads to you being more awkward and standoffish around her.

you can't fucking help it. she's the most attractive woman you've ever met, you just can't help how tongue tied and shy you get around her.

it takes you guys a long fucking time to figure it out.

six months-- six months of sevika being incessantly nice to you, and you basically being silent to her-- and sevika finally gets fed up.

"look-- i don't know what i did to you-- but can you please just fucking tell me so i can figure out a way to make it up to you?" she asks one night at the bar. ran just left-- leaving you and sevika to sit in the typical awkward silence that follows the two of you around.

you blink at her. "what are you talking about?" you ask. she groans.

"oh for fuck's sake! you never fucking talk to me! i've seen you hold conversations with toddlers longer than you hold conversations with me! i don't get it! what did i do to you that makes you so fucking quiet around me?" she asks. you blink again, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"y-you haven't done anything--"

"--oh bullshit--"

"--except be very attractive." you finish. sevika freezes, your sentence catching up to her. you bite your lip. "you're... incredibly hot. it... kinda makes my brain... mush." you finish.

sevika blinks at you in shock for about five seconds, before a cocky smirk ticks up at the corner of her mouth. "is that so?" she asks, sitting back in her seat and eyeing you in an entirely new light. you gulp.

"shut up." you mutter. sevika chuckles.

"oh... this is fucking amazing." she says, grinning at you.

the first time you guys fuck, you keep trying to hide your face behind your hands. sevika fucking loves it, laughing down at you and smacking your hands away as she grinds her cunt against yours.

"show me that pretty fuckin' face, baby." she says. you whimper.

"s-sev." you whisper. she chuckles.

"fuck happened to you, huh? where'd all those words go? y' were talking up a storm earlier to silco-- makin' fun of me all night long-- what happened?" she asks.

you just whine. she laughs evilly, then ducks down to press her lips against yours.

she never stops teasing you about your uncharacteristic shyness around her. ever.

even when you're trying to tell her you love her.

"w-would you stop looking at me like that?" you ask. sevika smirks. she's got you on her lap, her hands on your waist. you had told her you wanted to tell her something important, and she had sat the two of you on the couch like this, as if her thumbs drawing circles on your hips wouldn't distract you at all.

"keep going... 'we've been dating for a few months now'...?" she prompts, starting where you had left of before she started smirking at you like that.

"w-we've been dating for a while and i-i wanted to tell you that..." you trail off again, your eyes locked on where her tongue is licking across the top row of her teeth as she grins.

"that?" she asks. you sigh shakily, and sevika chuckles.

"you're a fucking asshole." you mumble. she bursts into laughter and darts forward to kiss your lips.

"ouch, babe." she says. you roll your eyes at her. "you shoulda told me that before we spent so much time together-- woulda saved you a whole lotta trouble."

"fuck off." you grunt. she pinches you hip and you huff.

"c'mon, tell me." she says. "i'll stop." she promises, miming zipping her lips shut. you roll your eyes at her and look away.

"i love you." you mumble.

sevika's quiet for a moment, and you gulp. then, her finger is under your chin, guiding you to look back at her.

she's grinning, and your anxiety melts away.

"i love you too." she says.

your stomach does a somersault, and you lean forward to bury your face against her shoulder. "oh fuck." you mumble. she chuckles, her hand coming up to rub your back.

"you're so fucking cute it kills me a bit." she says. you huff against her.

"i hate what you do to me." you groan.

"oh yeah? because last night you seemed to like it quite a--"

"shut up sevika!" you cry. she just laughs.

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[ryuluvr]

i cant get ashe off my mind but whats new.

listening to … body party -ciara !

you can’t tell me she’s not extremely possessive. if anyone even attempts to glance in your direction she’s wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you as close to her as humanly possible. or she will stand directly behind you, both hands gripped on your sides as she plants kisses to your shoulder, neck or cheek, maintaining eye contact with the person staring no matter what. she loves to make them so uncomfy or jealous they avert their gaze, encouraging them to go find another woman because hers isn’t available. she will happily fight anyone who approaches you, both verbally and physically.

she insists on paying for everything at all times. she cant be told and wont let you even reach for your purse. you’re her princess and she will forever treat you like it. food, nails, dates, lingerie — its entirely on her. she can afford to replace the clothes she rips off of you anyways so why would you mind?

she always takes you to the most luxurious restaurants and boutiques, saying “consider it a treat, doll” every time you protest. she knows you love the princesses treatment really.

she lovesss physical touch so her hands are on you constantly. she practically gets drunk off the feeling of you close to her. and shes big on reminding you how stunning you are and how much she adores every inch of you, whispering sweet nothings in your ears at the most random times of the day.

“you look so divine, sugar. all for me?”

she won’t go back to her own place without you putting on a little fashion show for her, twirling around in the pretty dresses and short skirts she bought you earlier that day. you know better than to skip the lingerie, trying it on and being greeted with that stupid grin you know all too well. she lets you know how beautiful she finds you in more ways than just her words.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

You guys just don’t understand

You can’t even begin to grasp the amount of pranks Danny could pull on super heros (is that one words? Superheros?)

Added a read more because I hate long posts

Danny as a ghost is so powerful. Like our boy can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! Do you even grasp how much more unique he is than the others guys??

Jokes aside just imagine if you will. Danny could leave batburger cups next to Batman all the time (he comes back later to toss em out of Big ol B doesn’t)

Like hell we talk about Danny just showing up basically stalking the heros but ok hear me out. He didn’t mean to figure out Batmans identity ok but he was in the right place at the right time and over heard some stuff. Now he follows Bruce Wayne around instead. Always spitting out if a batburger cup. Maybe Bruce makes eye contact with him and one time Danny just leans his drink out to as one does to offer a sip xD the man is horrified.

For the ?Robins? The other bats maybe he leaves gifts of sorts. Stuff they would like made from his ice or something. He can understand becoming a hero young and most (if not all) of them did that. He plays favourites with the younger Heros for sure. But hes still making them have there “God?? Is that you” moments like everyone else.

Hell he could follow Superman around and always make his cape flow against the wind and the Hero wouldn’t know wtf is going on. Maybe Superman hears a very slight snickering maybe but the prank is harmless enough so why worry too much. I mean it’s probably bad someone can do this without getting detected till they give themselves away by laughing but nothing harmful yet. (Yet would emphasise Batman)

I don’t know anything about GreenArrow but I assume he uses a bow and arrow so I could imagine Danny grabbing his arrows and making them fly in crazy wild paths before hitting their mark.

Idk honestly how he would fuck with GreenLatern besides like using his ghost powers to try and one up his ring. Like Lantern makes a shield? Danny makes a better one next to it or in front of it. Tbh it’s actually helping Danny get better at his powers so he does this a lot rip Hal (I did not know he was played by Ryan Reynolds maybe ill watch the newer movie)

He refuses to mess with Wonder Woman because the Phandom has told me she is his fav thus he refuses to prank her. He respects her too much and is a huge enough fan that hes too nervous to even approach. Thus she thinks she is this pranksters least favourite since she is never bothered.

Aqua-man (thx for the correction siri) is pretty fun to prank because Danny can follow the man underwater. Idk anything about science of it but imagine Danny like making a space he can talk in with his ice powers (making a bubble of sorts) to make spooky noises at ?Arthur? (R we seriously going with Arthur in this one?) like I assume without actual fish related powers, or with them I havent seen any thing aquaman, you can’t talk underwater. But also if Danny figures out his real name hes 100% gonna be playing the Hey Arthur theme at this man all the time.

He just lowkey overshadows cyborg. Not in a controlling way but just along for the ride kinda way. He was gonna make remarks about his tech but ended up being stunned by how good it is. “Fam I aint gonna lie. I came here to follow you around and make comments like a streamer but your tech is crazy cool. I mean you could have saved a little room with a more compact cooling unit but I mean this is probably some of the best stuff I have seen outside my family!” Or something idk. Maybe he goes full on antman in coldwar

As for the Flash thats pretty simple. He doesn’t let the Flash run from him. I don’t think Danny could keep up with the Flash at all. Like man cants have everyones powers (can’t he tho) but he just hangs on and pretends to have followed. I mean hes invisible the whole time so not like anyone can see lmao though if (idk who the flash is? So ill use Barry cause thats why google say) if Barry goes too fast he might get Danny to give up the game cause boy is on the side vomiting. Barry is pretty smug about probably being the first to throw the prankster for a loop but Danny is just on the side like “how can you go that fast and not be sick dude”

Like tbh I was gonna just make a list of pranks he pulls on Batman but yall seem to enjoy the Justice League so here go off I guess.

Honestly I had to charge my phone so I forget a lot of the post rip this kne

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ happy birthday, Shu.

somethin a lil soft and sweet for my og lover. Happiest birthday to Hanma Shuji <33 it feels nice to write again, esp with him! This is pure fluff, so enjoy.

tw. Mentions of drugs, blood, disgustingly soft fluff

“Why the fuck you up at 4 am?” He asks, working his way around you and spitting a wad of blood into the sink.

“Why you are you out till 4am?” You shot back, worry swirling in your vision at the sight of his bloodied mouth. When you attempt to reach for him he of course shrugs you off.

“Mind your business—“

“Mind your mouth Hanma Shuji and, Sit. Down.”

He grumbles, but he sits anyway, brows pulled together as you wedge yourself between his legs. It’s only when you’re cupping his jaw, face close to his and blotting at his lip that he notices.

“Ya got flour on your face.”

“I’m surprised your first guess wasn’t coke.”

“It was, but then I remembered my pretty girl would never.”

That earned him an eye roll, and you pressing the bandage over his split skin much harsher than he’d prefer.

“What a sweet talker.”

“You love me.”

“I do.” You simply say. And it always catches him off guard. Makes his heart stutter mid beat and his pulse slow because why on earth would someone so perfect, beautiful, brilliant, ever love someone like him?

“The flour is cause of the cake I tried to make you, but burnt cause I got worried when you stopped answering my texts.”

“Cake?” He always has selective hearing. Especially when he thinks you’re going to scold him, and not in the hot way.

“Yes dummy, a cake.” What he wasn’t expecting was for you to take a seat on one of his thighs, thankfully the one that wasnt battered up. Your hands cradle his face as if it’s the most delicate piece of China, thumbs smoothing over his defined cheek bones. It all has him loosening, muscles liquifying, cheeks starting to become a bit pudgy as he leans further into your palms. It has you giggling.

“Did you seriously forget, Shu?” You ask him honestly, and when you see the confusion swimming in his usually sharp eyes you giggle harder, laugh even as you squish his cheeks together so his lips pucker.

“Quit laughing at me, woman.” His voice is murmured, and you cut them off with a smack of your lips against his. You ignore the left over taste of metallic in favour of savouring his sweet, sweet pout.

“Happy birthday, my love..” your voice is gentle, whispered against his lips. He blinks, once, twice. Words slowly processing in his head as your fingers run through the mop of golden and black curls on the top of his head, pushing it back to give a sweet kiss to his forehead.

“Its my fuckin birthday?”

You’re laughing again, and this time he’s laughing too. His arms find their way around you and pull you in closer, while your palms smooth over his shoulders blades, laughter filling the small space between your lips.

His forehead bumps yours gently when silence starts to rise, those thick lashes that make you swoon batting gently as the two of you make eye contact.

“Cant believe ya remembered.”

“Can’t believe you didn’t, dumb dumb.”

“Watch your mouth— I love you.” He simply blurts, and your heart follows suit like his, its flips and tricks behind your ribcage.

“I love you too, more than anything.”

“More than the cake I made you burn?”

“Well, it was funfetti..”

“The cake with the sprinkles?”

You nod.

His face dives into the crook of your neck and he groans so dramatically. You leave two pats on his back, before your nails scrap gently through his scalp.

“I love that fuckin cake…”

“There’s always tomorrow.” You reassure him with a soft laugh. And suddenly you’re being lifted, sin and punishment holding each one of your cheeks and hauling you up. You wrap your legs around him on instinct, laughter rising at the feeling of his butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Let’s make another, together. Tomorrow, yea?” He asks as he sucks on the junction between your neck and shoulder. You can’t count how many times you’ve told him to stop leaving hickies in such obvious places but you can’t seem to tell him to stop right now.

Especially on his birthday.

“Tomorrow.”

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[slut-4sasuke]

Unexpected Journey (Short)

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Summary: Sasuke is always gone for missions and you decide to go on your own journey

Warning: SMUT!! (semi)public sex, f reader, fingering, light dom!sasuke

Word Count: 1K

A//N: Anything under 1.5K will be considered a short. (for me) I understand it’s not really the shortest, but I do write pretty lengthy. I do hope you still enjoy💗

Sasuke was always gone for such long periods of time, you had to figure something out. It wasn't easy being alone for a week or so. You never went far, just to small villages here or there.

Today you found yourself at a dumpling shop. You walk in, pushing the curtains aside and noticing it was merely vacant, but extremely cleanly. Only one man at the bar. You take a seat next to him. His head turned and he smiled, “such a beautiful woman, what are you doing all by your lonesome?” You noticed he was pretty handsome looking.

Every once and awhile you like to have some fun, but never too much.

You hear footsteps creeping into the shop and there stood a cloaked figure. They sat themselves down at a table and flagged a waitress down.

“I was just looking to grab a bite to eat” you smirk and look him up and down, “and a drink.” You bat your eyes and place a hand on his shoulder. He taps the counter and the bartender sets down another glass, next to his. He pours a generous amount of sake and hands the cup to you. You put the cup to your lips and his hand slides on to your thigh. You almost cough, but cover it with a chuckle. You look at the man behind the bar, “order of dumplings, please, surprise me.” He smiles and nods. You throw a pleasing smile back at him.

Setting your cup down, you stand and excuse yourself. You walk over to the bathroom. As you turn the corner you are pushed against the hallway wall leading to the bathroom. The hooded figure was before you. The head of the body leaned closer, letting the light above hit their face. You gasp and laugh nervously, “Sasuke! I thought you were gonna be gone for at least two more days?” You look around trying to avoid contact. His hand grabs your jaw, positioning your face to align with his, “that doesn’t matter. This is what you do when I leave you alone for a little?” His eyes burned into your eyes as he rarely blinked. You whimper out your words, “I'm sorry, babe. I just get so bored being all alone.” You know his weakness and you press your chest against his, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. He rolls his head and holds a moan back by biting his lip.

He groans and looks at you, “you haven’t been behaving.” You bite your lip and grab a handful of his hair, “a girl cant get some free drinks?” He growls, “he has nothing to give you. Only I can give you what you need.” You smile and back the both of you up into the bathroom stall. Sasuke follows your lead and places his hands on your ass. He lifts you up and onto the countertop. Your legs wrap around him and your hips slide forward pressing your pelvis against his. Both of you groan as his bulge firmly pressed against your pussy. You grind your hips, “it’s been so long baby, I wanna feel you inside of me. I’ve been craving you, no one else makes me feel the way you do.” Your mouths connect and his tongue forces itself inside causing the both of you to create a heated makeout session.

His hands explore your body slowly and follow your hips movements as they continue to grind on him. Your panties soak with your wetness and dampen Sasuke’s pants. He uses one hand to slide over your clit and pull your panties to the side, “you have a want. I have a need.” His index finger slides into your core, dripping of neediness for more of him. He uses his thumb to rub your clit as he slides his middle finger in with his index. He pumps his fingers slowly and you moan in his mouth. He smiles satisfied. He pulls from your lips and a string of mixed saliva pulls from the two of you and creates a small droplet on your lip.

Sasuke smirks as his other hand leaves your hip and runs over his bulging cock. He lowers his pants and his cock slaps out onto his abdomen. You bite your lip, “Sasuke, please…” you whimper out. His cock twitches, aching for attention. Sasuke moves his hand to slowly stroke his length. Your hands rest beside you on the counter and you bend your legs, placing your feet up there as well. “(Y/N)… fuck.” He moans out watching you. You moan while watching Sasuke please you and himself. At the tip of his cock, clear liquid leaks and runs down almost half his length.

With no words Sasuke pulls his fingers out of your pussy and runs them over his cock, coating it. His hand reaches the base of his pelvis and he forces his cock into your pussy. Your walls adjust to his size quickly as he thrusts into you quickly. Your hands grab his shoulders and you rest your head in his neck as you try not to moan. His skin smacked into yours filling the air and covering the moans. You bunch his cloak up and gently bite his neck. You roll your hips as you feel yourself reaching climax. Sasuke groans and his hands go to your back, digging his nails into you and pulling you closer. With your chest on his, he lowers his face and his lips attach to your breast. He sucks and bites leaving a mark. You close your eyes, pressing your hips closely to his, and bite his neck harshly as you cum. You take a deep breath as your cum coats over Sasuke’s cock and all over him. He chuckles and thrusts a few more times before his cock twitches inside of you. He releases his cum and puts his hand under your chin. He looks in your eyes and smirks. His hand drops as his body collapses on yours, you hold his body close to yours as he breathes heavily. You smile and run your fingers in his hair.

He looks up at you and smiles, “eat your dumplings.” He fixes himself, “I’m going back. Behave at the bar.” Sasuke leaves the bathroom with his cloak back up. You fix yourself before sitting back at the bar.

[bestofmultiverse]

Mastermind ; Milly Alcock x fem!Reader.

A/N: admittedly i didn't reread it in any point so it probably contains many mistakes- also english is not my native language so beware. Ps i gave R a piercing but its honestly not a big deal. Ps2: Idk if I'm gonna give it a part 2 or not so just go with it and let me know if u do want.

Warning: this shitty thirst trap contains (probably bad) smut, so please if you're a minor or generally if its not your gem, take a step back

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"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"I didn't order this" she said kindly to the woman before looking back at her friends, who seemed as clueless as she.

Well, Emily's friends to be exact.

They were celebrating the younger girl birthday and Milly was just one out of a whole lot of people who (rightfully) cherished the girl's presence in their lives.

"It was sent to you specifically by another table" the waitress clarified and milly raised an eyebrow.

(These things happen only in movies, are they not?)

The waitress pointed to a table not too far from theirs, at a pretty looking girl.

Effortless Charming, she seemed.

The girl was engaged in a conversation with her drinking buddies, the two guys seemed to be arguing about something Milly couldn't make, as the pretty girl rolled her eyes fondly at them and took a sip out of her drink.

Painted lips curving an entertained smile as one of the boys put his hand around her shoulder.

"Are you sure its her?" Milly asked the waitress and the woman nodded before turning away.

Milly glanced back at the girl, just so she could catch her gaze.

Y/e/c spark in excitement.

The girl sent her a small smile and raised her drink, holding it as a 'cheers' kind of gesture.

Milly smiled back before doing the same.

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After half an hour or so, Milly noticed the two guys who shared the table with the beautiful stranger getting up to dance floor, seemed to taking their chances with various different women.

The woman stayed at the table, her eyes glued to her phone, and Milly decided to adress her- and giving Emily and her friends a break.

Emily gave her a an encouraging hand squeeze as she got up before turning back to one of her friends, a girl Milly couldn't name for her life.

"Interesting choice of a drink, you had"

The actress said as she took the unoccupied sit next to the stranger.

The same sit the guy who put his hand on her sat in earlier- which was closer then she probably should've.

But it was a crowded place, full with drunk people and the girl was hot, and milly was a bit tipsy , and maybe a bit horny as well (cant blame a woman for her needs)

"Is that so? I honestly gambled on it. Good to know it worked"

"Didn't say it did" Milly taunted.

The girl's smiled at her knowingly,

"Yet, you're here, aren't you?"

(Yes, i am- milly thought)

"You seem confident enough so imagine my surprise that you only a drink and nothing else. You could've approached me. I do not bite"

"Unfortunately" the strange smirked and milly smirked back.

"I see no reason to bother a person without knowing where I'm standing in the situation."

She admitted "not a coward, but a calculated woman"

"Always the mastermind, I presume?"

"Barely" she chuckled before signaling the waitress.

"So, now that you have my attention. What's next?"

Milly hold up the stranger drink and took a small sip, containing eye contact.

The stranger smirk grew.

"Another drink, if you'd like"

The waitress approached.

"Naturally" milly smirked back before turning to the waitress who had a knowing glint in her eyes.

(Milly wondered if the waitress could see how close milly was to pull the overly confident and attractive woman to the restroom)

The night continues on,

The two flirted a lot and touched each other in ways that could pass as innocent, yet both knew were not,

In one moment milly's hand brushed the girl's hand,

In another the stranger's hand found a home on the actress thigh.

Milly bit her lip, and the girl's gaze linger on it a bit to long to consider innocent.

Milly brushed a piece of hair behind the girl's ear and made her blush slightly.

(It wasn't the alcohol, she knew)

"We should dance" the girl said at some point and and pulled milly to the dance floor.

Milly's eyes catch Emily's from across the room and winked at her. Her friend's laughed at her antics.

Saying milly was stunned will be an understatement,

The girl knew how to move, and made her whole body tinge in anticipation. Her lips linger not far from milly's own as she swayed close to her. Their bodies inches apart.

It was the last straw for the actress, and after a few minutes of this, she decided she might burst at any second.

Especially when she felt the girl's back on her front.

She put her hands on the stranger's waist and titled her face slightly to meet her hungry gaze.

"We're leaving now" she stated and the girl sent her a knowing smile

"Is that a commend, your grace?"

(A mastermind you are)

Milly smirked and pulled her further into herself. Her lips close to the stranger ear. "It is, a commend"

{this is a bit smutty so idk how well thats gonna go}

30 minutes later milly found herself in the girl's flat. Their lips connected and clothed half undone.

Milly's lips on the stranger's collarbone, taking in the flavor of her as the girl shuddered breath quickened.

"The bed-" the girl started to say and milly pulled her further into the room, the girl's legs hitting the bed and she fell on the mattress.

The blonde took no time before pulling her own top off.

Her smirk growing as the girl on the bed pulled her own dress off and showed a perfect skin and no bra.

A few tattoos scattered across the girl's body and a small silver piercing attached to her eight nipple. Her hardened nipple

It was delightful sight and the blonde had to stop herself from attacking the girl's nipple piercing with her tongue, instead she captured the painted lips in her own before pulling herself over the girl- who was now lying on the mattress, panting and turned on.

"Take it off" the girl said and went to pull over milly's Calvin klein's bra.

"Ask nicely" she said and attacked the girl's pulse spot.

The stranger whimpered so delightfully and milly felt her body reacts to it.

"So confident from the outside, but aren't you a good little brat"

The girl whimpered again.

"Please Milly"

Milly's lips trailed down the girl's chest, before stoping on her perky, pierced tits, her hot mouth finding the cold metal piercing, and her tongue delightfully playing with it.

Her left hand finding the girl's other nipple, giving her it well deserved attention and devotion.

She felt the girl's shuddering under her and decided it was time to move further down. But nit before taking her bra off. Exposing her own tits.

The girl's eyes scanned them so fiercely, one might think it was a form of art.

(It kinda was)

Milly's lips trailed to the girl's stomach, kissing every inch of it before pulling herself further down to the girl's thighs.

Milly learned with time how Soft butterfly kisses in the right spots can get a woman into a frantic state, and ph how diving sight it was.

"Please milly" the stranger begged as milly's teeth grazed her soaked panties.

"Please what" the blonde said and pulled herself up, to look at the woman beneath her.

Her blue eyes demanding.

"You know what" the girl said irritated before pulling the blonde into a bruising kiss.

"Don't be a brat" milly said as she pushed the girl's back to the mattress and dominantly cupped her face in her right hand.

"Fuck, please fuck me milly"

No further admission was necessary and milly found herself pulling herself back down, so her teeth could grazed the ruined fabric again.

Moment later with swift motion of her hand it was gone and the girl was bare in front of her, her pussy wet and the numb of nerves pulsing with anticipation.

One look at it and the girl's frantic gaze was enough for milly to know that she cant make anymore teasing, not for now, so she did what the girl was begging her to do from the moment she pulled her into her apartment- or even earlier when she sent her the drink- she attached her lips to the pulse point and flickered her experienced tongue,

The girl was a mess, no more cleaver remarks or confident words, just mumbling and whimpering of milly's name - that sounded oddly like a prayer.

It was so hot milly had to stop herself from pushing her own hand into her own pants, instead she pushed a finger into the girl's wet core, that seemed to take it as it was nothing, stretching and accepting it as if Milly's finger was a part of it anatomy.

a few seconds later another finger was in and the girl's breath became frantic.

"Milly, faster, please"

And she did went faster, her tongue turning and swirling the bud as if it was a candy in her mouth, her taste buds enjoying the taste as well, and her fingers working so fast - as if they were in a race- and winning.

"Cum for me baby"

And that was it, the walls were tightened and her body rose up a few inches in the air as milly's other hand kept her grounded, momentarily later circling her stomach.

Milly's lips found themselves in the delightful task of cleaning up some of the mess she caused before she pulled herself back over the panting, sweaty girl, and gave a kiss.

Her finger's who were still coated with the girl's juices went straight into her mouth as she kept an eye connection.

The girl smirked up at her, turned on by the sight.

"You're so fucking hot" she said and milly stroke her cheek fondly.

"You're the one to be talking"

Milly kissed her nose and she giggled momentarily before pulling milly into another kiss.

"Take your pants off" the stranger commended

Milly raised an eyebrow

"Please"

[eideticmemory]

blurb about kinky spencer what do you feel about that like early seasons to late seasons what his into it ☝🏻💥

ik everyone has their ideas about spencer reid’s sexuality between ages ~18-24 and cm rly never says much about it BUT i’ve always imagined that during college/grad school and the early seasons spencer was actually very sexually confident. i don’t mean that as in he could see someone across the room and cruise them and take them home but i think he knew what he liked. he is beautiful, that’s obvious so i imagine that when he got onto a college campus and started getting validation from all these pretty girls and pretty guys that he was like “wait…..i actually kinda have sex appeal?” and that was good bc even tho he was super insecure and younger than his classmates he was still as horny as everyone else!!! im a bi spencer truther and i think his first sexual experience was with a man and i think he felt anxious about sex with women for a while. his first time she probably had to throw herself at him but his brain was just like ???? ok??? i think shes having a good time?? but?? she cant get a boner so i cant quite tell?? this is getting long i’m sorry 😭

but i think anatomy helped him a lot. it was something he could contextualize and i can see him looking up vagina diagrams or even watching porn to figure out What To Do. and as he becomes more sexually active he becomes very good at reading body language. fucking someone and thinking “ok their legs are shaking, thats good, thats a good sign. oh they’re breathing’s faster, better keep this up” but what he liked the most was just being spoken to. he liked verbal validation during sex very much, someone who would grab his hands and put them where they wanted bc he could figure out the rest from there. once he gets out of his head a little bit is when he starts becoming vocal himself. i imagine he got a lot of questions during sex like “ru ok? ru enjoying it?” bc he would just lay there and whimper quietly bc he was overthinking everything. then one time its so good that he forgets to think and he’s moaning like a whore and it finally clicks for him “oh wow it feels even better to just let it out. oh wow they like it when i let it out” i think his kink was just pleasing someone, being good and feeling good, being able to tell himself that he did good.

in the early seasons i think he enjoyed sex and the idea of being that close to someone. i think he was touch starved and craved intimacy and he seeks it less as the show goes on. his experiences at the bau (especially the anthrax case) encouraged his germaphobia and yeah he would still get horny but he struggled to find anyone whose touch didn’t gross him out. i think that was a struggle for him for a long time. then especially after maeve he was constantly chasing the touch of a woman he had never even seen or gotten to hug. it was weird to think about while grieving her but his mind and heart craved her so much through their relationship so his body did too. he thought one day he would let someone touch him. someone he loved! and then she died in front of him so that was shot to shit. he grieved sex he would never have. i would describe his kink here as “someone i love so much i’d die for it. they could have anthrax on their tongue and i’d kiss them just because its them.”

in the later seasons after cat adams and the prison arc, i think he loses a lot of his inhibitions. basically a revelation of “i don’t have the energy to ponder on what i like and who i like” bc he feels it instantly. the moment he makes eye contact with someone, he can feel it in his tummy that he would have sex with them if they wanted. and when he feels it he flirts with humor. there’s nothing he loves more than when he banters with someone cute, making them laugh and catching a sparkle in their eye. like if they can understand each other’s minds then surely they might understand each other’s bodies. in bed he’s superrr vocal but not necessarily dirty more like “do u wanna be on top? yes i want that to” “can i take your shirt off? thank you” and putting a titty in his mouth. “can i bend your legs back a little more? i just wanna get a little deeper. tell me if its uncomfortable though” a lot of “yeah yeah yeah” when he’s drowning in it and then looking down and saying “yeah? yeah? yeah?” bc at the end of the day he stills needs to know he’s doing good

[slashingdisneypasta]

Evil Queen x GenderNeutral!Reader x Maleficent || Smutshot

Plot: Hilda and Mal don’t usually get along but they don’t mind using each other to make you into a mess. // Or, they make you watch them and then clean them up with your mouth.

Warnings: Threesome themes, smut, lesbian sex/rubbing, grinding/humping, pussy licking, cum tasting, Hilda being rough, Mal being gentle, Mal refusing to say Hilda's name right, no actual mention of sex organs or cumming for the reader, etc. This was a middle-of-the-night, 'cant sleep', idea!! It is also unedited so I apologie for the unfiltered filth (:

“Well, Y/N??” Hilda’s looking at you with one perfect raised eyebrow, and you just stare dumbly back at her; unsure you’re really seeing what you think you’re seeing. She doesn’t seem to mind it though, possibly expecting it- possibly intending to make you that way. “Lay down. I’m not doing this for my own pleasure, you know.”

Mal gives Hilda and sceptical look, almost as if she wants to laugh at her. “No, certainly not,” Then her eyes roam over to you and develop a softness you rarely see. Or maybe you just don’t notice it. Maybe she looks at you like this all the time, but you only notice now as you compare the way she looks at you to the mischievous way Hilda does. “But she’s right, pet. Make sure you get a good view- this certainly will not be happening again.”

“Absolutely not… “  

“Well- “Mal looks at Hilda once again, a teasing smirk on her lips as she draws the other woman who’s always ever so irritated with her, in against her body; Experiencing skin-to-skin contact with her for the very first time. “Depending on how Y/N enjoys it actually.”

Hilda gives a drawn-out sigh, rolling her eyes upwards. She doesn’t lean away from Maleficent but she does look away from her. You can tell, by the way this woman does not back down though- that she’s invested herself in what they’re about to do. “… we’ll see… “

“Hmm~ “

Then, Hilda’s eyes return to you once again and Mal’s follow, looking amused a you stay by the door- wondering whether this is real or not. When Hilda called you to her courters you felt anxiety build up in the pit of your stomach, worried you were in trouble. You certainly didn’t expect this. You certainly didn’t expect to see her and Mal both… together, like this. Naked, kneeling on the bed together.

And asking you to lay your head down below their sexes and watch.

“What are you waiting for, my dear?” The Queen asks, watching your eyes dip down to wear their pussy’s are level with eachother, ready to touch. How Mal’s thigh sits ever so slightly between Hilda’s. “Don’t make my wait any longer.”

“Um- “Your cheeks are so hot, as you near Hilda’s large bed covered in fur rugs and silky sheets in the colours red and pink, and carefully- hesitantly- crawl up on to it. Mal’s eyes follow you carefully as you lay down on your back, close to them. If it weren’t for the heat in her eyes and way Hilda insisted, or demanded, you would be very embarrassed. Instead though you feel a torturous ache in the pit of your stomach replace your nerves. “Okay… “

“Very good. Now Hilde?... “Mal turns with a smirk to the queen, affectionately stroking her cheek with her thumb as Hilda scowls back at her.

“Hilda, you dirty green fly.”

“Of course.” Mal replies, though here it’s said like ‘whatever’. “Shall we put on a show for our dear Y/N??... or are you going to continue making that face at me, instead?”

Here Hilda pauses, a tight frown pulling at her pretty lips and creasing her fair features and for a moment she looks as if she’s about to snap again at the fairy… but just lets out a defeated sigh and you notice she looks graceful and regal- even as she leans in and presses her cunt against the other woman; The lips a breath apart. “I can accomplish both.”

“Hmmm~ Of course you can.”

As the two slowly start to rock against each other, rubbing their most private parts against each other, you feel your mouth fall slightly open at the sight. The two pairs of lower lips, stimulated and wet, grinding against eachother- making you ache to do something too. You throb at the sight just above you, so close you could lean up and kiss them if you were so brave, and Hilda notices you. Her eyes flicker down to you quickly and it spurs her on- looking forward to the part where you will put your soft tongue on her instead of having this awful fairy’s dirty cunt rubbing all over her.

She spreads her knees a little wider and moves her hips slowly against Mal’s- aiming for the most pressure in their most sensitive places. The sooner they cum and make a mess of each other, the sooner she can sit on your face.

Mal has her eyes closed, picturing you instead of the up-tight queen. It makes her far more responsive to her ministrations. And far more needy. She finds herself reaching around to Hilda’s admittedly amazing ass and dragging her taught against her as they grind. Harder, tighter, sloppier. Soon they’re humping at each other desperately, angling themselves so their cunts connect and cross perfectly with eachother, their lips melding together roughly and their clits sending jolts of pleasure every single time they make contact.

When Mal finally opens her eyes a crack, to see you trailing your fingers down towards your own area, probably searing hot and throbbing at just watching them. She smirks and drags her gaze over to Hilda. The other woman looks focused, determined, but there’s no denying that foggy look in her eyes.

She is loving the Maleficent’s pussy.

“Hm,” Mal gives a half hum/half puff at her. “Grim~… “

“Hilda... and what?” She demands, not looking away from where they connect, very focused on reaching her orgasm and cumming all over the fairy’s abused cunt. Her hands are on Mal’s hips and she helps to press them against each other.

“Look at me… “A very sharp nail makes contact with the soft skin below Hilda’s chin and guides her face upwards, to look at her. “Y/N’s looking rather adorable, aren’t they?... “

At a mention of yourself, your eyes widen like saucers as you look at to their faces. They both look back down to you and, yes- you look overwhelmed and submissive and perfect. “I knew they would.”

Those words from Hilda mean something, the Evil Queen doesn’t hand out compliments for nothing. It causes your lips fall open once again.

-Oh fuck, Hilda thinks. Fuck, fuck, fucking… god, all she wants is to put her cunt in your mouth. What do you expect she’s going to feel when you open your mouth like that??? “Mmmgh,” She groans, halfway between frustrated and pleasured, and turns away from you. She forces her lips onto her Mal’s, which are far softer and far more pleasant then she thought, and thrusts her tongue down her throat as a distraction.

You watch this with shock and lust- their mouths are barely closed so you can see where their tongues collide and you just want to be one of them. You want to do something. You need-

Letting out a frustrated sound of your own, you give in and lean upwards. Your lips find where Mal’s and Hilda’s pretty pussy’s collide and slowly graze your lips over the area in an open mouthed kiss. Just as you’re pressing your hot tongue against them, Hilda bucks her hips and you carefully move back down to the mattress just in time to see Mal hold Hilda’s hips perfectly still against hers- and cum.

Hilda comes as well, leaking her own jizz all over the place. They both let out contended sighs and god, they look like goddesses to you.

Quickly they rub themselves against each other again, spreading their juices all over eachother’s pelvic areas- creating a good amount of mess for you to clean up, then disconnect and sit down; Breathing heavily and recovering from their highs as you sit up and stretch your back.

~

Mal’s watching you as you do so, her eyes following the curve of your body until you look back at her- wondering why she’s watching you. When you raise a brow at her, she smirks. “Well?? Who are you going to clean first, love?”

“… Uh,” You look from her, to Hilda for help, and then back to Mal when Hilda proves unhelpful. “What- what do you mean?”

When you look to Hilda this time, she takes pity on you and curls one finger at you; Gesturing for you to go over to her which, obediently, you do. You come to her until she stops you, a hand on your chest, meaning you’re so close to your lips are very nearly touching. Hilda’s giving you a smirk, before she moves off the headboard of her bed and leans in towards your ear.

“You’re going to use your tongue, my dear. Clean us… with your tongue.”

When she leans back against the headboard once again she sees your eyes wide open and shocked, and loves it. Good, she thinks… now part your lips again. Please.

Your eyes slowly move down her body to her glistening groin, and you’re all too happy to go down then and bury your face there. Immediately her fingers are in your hair, scraping painfully over your scalp as her back arches up into your wet mouth. You lick Mal’s cum off of the queen’s skin greedily, spreading your tongue flat against her and taking as much as you can- until you get to her lips. There, you slow really down and dare to tease the Queen a little bit. Even with her claws in your scalp.

You give her clit only little kitten-licks, and slurp against her mound only softly. Taking the flavour from her slowly… and torturously gently.

“Oh, my dear… “Mal chuckles, watching the scene and probably the furious look in Hilda’s eyes with utter amusement. “I wouldn’t do that to her, if I were you… she’s been waiting for your mouth quite~ a~ while~ She’s liable to do something… a little rough, for you.”

“I think they want me to, Maleficent… “ Hilda’s voice is a surprise, above you. Gone is the mischievous, sensual drawl from before… “I can do that.” Now there’s a cold, sharp edge to it. Hollow. And just as you’re about to disconnect your lips from her warm, used, perfect pussy- her fingers slide down from your scalp to the back of your neck and forces you down securely against her.

This woman uses your mouth, now, grinding against your face so all you can do is hold your mouth open for her and stick your tongue out to roll through her holds.

It goes on like this, her using your tongue like a glorified toy and you just taking it like a desperate, obedient, slutty servant, until she cums again directly into your mouth this time. You moan at the flavour, licking into her once again and taking it all as she slows down and lowers her hips back down to the bed.

When you take your mouth away from her this time, she lets you. And as you sit back up properly again she gives you quite a pleased look- returning back to her controlled state, with hooded eyes and almost a frown on her lips. Whoever knew Hilda had such a side to her?… Well, you aren’t complaining. You can still feel her on your tongue.

“I think it’s my turn now, pet~” Mal calls, catching your attention from the other side of the bed.

“Oh- “When you turn your head to her, you’re choked to see her lazily thrusting two long green fingers in and out of her hole as she watched you with Hilda. Oh my god. As if hypnotized, you crawl over to her but before you get the chance to lower yourself to her hole- she takes a finger and guides your lips to hers in a kiss, first.

Its surprisingly gentle compared to how Hilda treated you. Surprising, because you never would have thought Mal would be the softer lover between them. You contend that you shouldn’t judge them without knowing better, again, as she kisses you warmly; Sucking the flavour of Hilda’s cunt and her cum off your tongue.

When its over, and she slowly lets you go, she gives an almost encouraging smile- if it weren’t for the evil glint always in her eyes. “… there. Now you’re clean.”

“… ugh, Mal.” Hilda rolls her eyes from across the bed. The gesture is almost audible, even as Mal has your full attention. “You’re so sentimental.”

“To each their own, Hilly… “

[lifesteal-headcanons]

lifesteal smp except none of them look human but they're all incredibly human.

spepticle is just some guy who constantly falls into pits of slime and can never seem to get it off. rek just has weird body proportions. vitalasy's just a fucking furry. branzy's.. branzy. reddoons isn't sucking your soul out when he's making extremely intense eye contact with you, he's just autistic. so is jumperwho. jumperwho also just has burn scars on her face, it is not melting off, it is burnt. umm. mapicc isn't actually a demon she's just probably an otherkin. leowook also doesnt have a microwave for a head she just put it on her head once and it never came off. those last two are trans women, come fight me in a back of a tesco's if you disagree /silly /j. poafa is not an angel, he just really likes angel wings so he sewed some onto his jacket. parrot is not actually a parrot, that is just her name. she's also a trans woman, once again fight me if you disagree /silly /j. woogie is not a polar bear he just really likes fluffy things, snow, and the colour white. baconwaffles0 is not actually bacon he's just autistic and has a special interest on meat, specifically bacon. ashswagg isn't a result of malware, they're just incredibly good at lying and also made a deal with the lifesteal admin to make their lie seem more real. midmysticx isn't a guardian angel she just dresses like a grieving widow because it looks pretty and for some reason people thought she was a guardian angel. clownpierce is not god, he is literally just some guy. mrcube does not have a rubix cube for a head, it is a mask he wears so he doesn't breathe in redstone dust. pangi is not a pangolin, he has acne and eczema (and honestly probably more skin conditions) but still will wear make-up and set all of the skin conditions off. planetlord does not actually have a cloud for a head, that is simply their hair. princezam is not a yellow blob, she just has stained her skin with paint and it will not come off jesus christ girlypop that cant be cgood for your skin. roshambogames is not some sort of demon, they just started wearing demon horns and wings because they saw mapicc do it and thought it looked cool as fuck. spoke is not a smoke spirit, spoke just cannot stop lighting her clothes on fire by accident. terrain is not a snail, that is her backpack. if you disagree with trans girl spoke and terrain, i will personally fight you in not a tesco's this time, but an aldi instead /silly /j. vortexdragon is not a dragon, he is a furry. yeah jaron's sketchers do light up, yes, but that does not mean he is a monstrous being who runs in fields /ref. 4cvit is also not made of slime, he tried to save spepticle from falling into the slime pit. squiddo is not a squid pretending to be human, they're just autistic, be patient with them, she's still learning how to socialise (mecore). jepex is also not a demon, that is just how jepexx styles his hair.

every single outsider will assume they are not human. they are.

-crownwook

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[1800titz]

Teaser for chapter 6 ! (ꈍ◡ꈍ)

I was reading this part back to edit, and the whole time I was like, LOL. Isla, Isla, Isla. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“You will count, and you will thank me, and you’ll ask for another, so,” he takes a step, approximating a good position for a swing, the handle of the strap in his gloved grip. Harry clears his throat and provides an example for her to mirror, “S’gonna go, ‘One, Sir, thank you, Sir, may I have another, Sir,” he rolls his shoulders, and bobs with his head as he drones into the following number for sequential clarification, “Two, Sir, thank you, Sir,’ yada, yada. Yes?” 

It’s simple stuff. Pretty elementary shit. His instructions are crystal, and yet, somehow, Isla still manages to find a way to entangle some form of lippy something into the mix. He shouldn’t have put it past her. 

The young woman says, after a moment of lull, “What happens at three?” 

She bites into her cheek and purses her mouth. Harry can’t see her face, but he knows she’s either smiling or making a poor attempt to stifle it. The mirth is pretty short-lived. That part sort of follows the trend of his patience. A crease works its way over the dominant’s brow bone, the predecessor for an eye roll. Isla doesn’t expect it when, after a beat of silence, the strap makes contact with her backside. Instantly, she winces, her hips canting forward. 

“Cheeky,” Harry scolds, placing his free palm onto her hip to coax her back into position, “I hope you got it out of your system.” 

“You love when I’m cheeky,” she quips under her breath, sounding a bit miffed despite the strain of her voice, no doubt from the strike. 

He smacks her again. 

“Two, Sir—“

“Ah — no,” Harry shakes his head, “Skipped a number.” 

There’s a pause and then a high whine of complaint, just as he’d expected, “But that was two—“

“How d’you count?”

“What?” 

“How do you count?” the male repeats, this time enunciating each word, slow and crisp, like she won’t comprehend it otherwise, “From one to five. Count, for me.” He twists the stem of the leather paddle in his grip, gaze cast upon it, and his tone only varnishes the words as he tacks on, patronizing, “Surely you know how to do that.” 

“Of course I know how to count — what kind of—“

He folds his arms over his chest as he steps over to the side of the chair, resting his hip against it to peer down at her, “So, do it. Count. From one to five, out loud.” 

For a moment, Harry just watches her jaw set, a minute motion that gives away everything he needs to know, and he’s aware that she’s probably ogling the tilt of his head through the lace with venom. Begrudgingly, Isla complies, “One, two, three, four, five.” 

“Lovely,” the praise, in response to her half-hearted compliance, doesn’t lack its typical notes of condescension, “Little less attitude next time, but. S’one, two, three, innit?”

Isla chews into her lip.

“Not two. Doesn’t start with two. So now, we’re starting fresh,” he pushes off of the chair and winds back around her, and the dangle of the strap from his priorly crossed arms morphs menacing, “Clean slate. Start from one.”

The reinforced leather falls, and her breath hitches, but her voice is impressively even. “One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?” 

“Absolutely.”

She asks, and so he gives.  And the thing with Isla — Harry thinks, perhaps his most favorite quality about Isla in play, is that she has this nonsensical moxie, this unwavering resolution. It’s sort of admirable, but mostly just a headache — in a good sort of way. She’s like a sexy headache, which is a first among many firsts. Because Harry likes that he has to manually chip at her stubborn resolve — he likes that she doesn’t just fall in line. It’s not a very sensible decision, on her part, because it could go so much easier for her if she were to just follow the rules. 

But that’s no fun, according to her. Harry gets it. 

So when she says, “Two, Sir, thank you, Sir,” and it’s followed by a pause and then a quieter, “yada, yada,” he’s not entirely surprised. 

He digs his tongue against his cheek. “Excuse me?” 

Isla chimes, a bit louder, and this time with no break, “Two, Sir, thank you, Sir, yada, yada.” 

In response to his obnoxious sigh, the submissive bursts into a self-satisfied string of snickers. And then those snickers morph into a gasp of helpless pain as Harry places his arm over the small of her back, holds onto a love handle to keep her in place, and gives her three hard ones in succession. 

“Yada, yada,” he scoffs. 

“That’s how you told me to count!” Isla complains, shrill and (characteristically) incorrigible, “That’s how you counted two!”

“Your smart mouth is going to keep you here all night,” Harry advises. 

“You know what, that’s fine. Thank you, actually. It’s a very smart mouth, just like the rest of me is smart—“

She twists when another blow lands, a soft, resentful sort of “mmph” plucked from her vocal cords. She follows that up with a steely, exaggerated, “Ow.” Like he’s supposed to feel bad about it or something. 

“Ow? Good,” Harry tells her, instead, “Seems that’s gonna be your favorite word for the night. If you were smart, you’d start counting proper.” 

He waits a moment, and then smacks her with it again. 

Isla screws her eyes shut behind onyx mesh and netting, her voice riding the edge of strained, “Seven—“

Never has she heard him sound more incredulous. 

“How in the world did you get from two to seven?” 

[bartxnhood]

dating natasha romanoff headcanons omg <33 i would love to see you write for her

thank you for requesting ! nat has always been a hard character for me to crack but i hope you enjoy this !

i also hope to write more for nat in the future. i love my wife.

•dating natasha is kinda funny, especially in the beginning.

•after meeting you for the first time, (assuming you work for stark or an assistant of some kind) she doesn’t know why she suddenly feels so attracted to you.

•you have always noticed natasha, how could you not?? she’s the black widow, one of the most famous avengers.

•maybe your gaze lingered on her for a bit longer than you wanted, she definitely noticed. she began to look at you too.

•natasha cant put a finger on what she feels inside whenever she makes contact with you. it only happened when you were around, her stomach had butterflies and she felt like she had to be the best version of herself. until of course, someone told her what that was.

•”you like them” wanda grins, natasha whips her head around staring at the other red head with wide eyes. “what? haha..no..” she denies but wanda doesn’t believe her. “you do, i see the way you look at them, and i see the way they look at you. i say go for it”

•natasha thinks about wanda’s words, she thinks about them for a couple days before actually making a move. ‘curse you wanda for being so right’ she thinks walking to you one day.

• “hi, y/n right? i’m natasha..i’m sure you know that of course…but uh..” the girl trails off as she tries talking to you. you stand there with a small grin of your face watching her stumble over her words.

•“i was just uh wondering…if it’s okay with your of course…maybe you wanna go out some time?”

•and obviously, you said yes.

•dating natasha was wonderful, after she finally got out of her phase of being so nervous around you and started to feel more herself, you couldn’t get her to leave you alone. not that you minded.

•she’s definitely a subtle clingy girlfriend, she’s always reaching out to hold your hand. or while the two of you are walking somewhere she keeps her hand on the small of your back.

•she hates when she goes on missions, leaving you all alone even though you tell her you’ll be fine and that she needs to save the world. she still feels bad leaving you.

•when she returns and you hear she’s in medbay getting a few stitches, you’re there in a heartbeat. “nat?” you enter her room, her face is cut up pretty badly, along with some bruises scattered on her arms. “hi, baby”

•when you manage to get her home, you get her situated in bed making sure she’s comfortable. as you’re about to leave, she grabs your hand. “stay, please”

•dating natasha includes you showing her all of your favorite movies, well more so forcing her since she doesn’t have the attention span to watch it. (she’s actually too busy staring at you. god this woman is so in love with you.)

•but when you manage to actually get her to watch them, she loves them just as much as you do. maybe even more.

•you also have simple baking dates on days she’s off, you’ll find recipes and want to try them (even though they don’t come out perfect, she’d never tell you that. even if you know)

•it always ends up messy because natasha just can’t keep her hands to herself so you’ll usually end up with flower on your face and in your hair.

•she loves to surprise you with the cutest gifts, even if it’s flowers or stuffed animals. she just can’t stop. she sees everything and they all just remind her of you. (this girl is literally so in love with you it’s so cute.)

•even though she just gave you flowers two days ago, and a stuffed animal last week you still accept. your growing collection makes you feel so loved.

•even though the other avengers begin to hate seeing the two of you together all of the time and all they hear from natasha is how she just loved you so much. they suck it up, because they know natasha has never felt like this before so of course they let it slide. because in the end they just want their friend to be happy.

•anniversaries are magnificent dating natasha, because even after all these years, she still goes out of her way to make them feel so special. natasha has so much love for you, she wants the world to know how much you mean to her.

•nice dinner dates are always a must for your anniversary. she makes it a weeks event. everyday she’s always surprising you with something. from flowers, expensive jewelry and clothes, to something as simple as a single rose.

•on the day of your actual anniversary she takes you to dinner at one of the most renown restaurants in new york. afterwards, she takes you shopping for a couple hours.

•as the two of you return home, you enter laughing as you two continued a conversation but when you look around seeing rose petals leading to the living room and candles lit the way. “nat?” you turn to look at her but she just grins.

•she leads you to the living room, your hand in hers before she kneels to her knee, pulling out a box from her jacket revealing the ring.

“look, i know there'll be tough times. i know that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. but i also know that if i don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because i know; in my heart, you're the only one for me. y/n l/n will you marry me?”

•you say yes of course, and you begin your life with the one and only natasha.

[leclerced]

I CANT TAKE LANDO ANGST SO HERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING.

Bunny ends up ending things with Oscar and max because since Lando left she just feels like a piece of her is missing and she feels like it’s unfair to them that she can’t love them how they deserve.

So flash forward a few years, let’s say bunny is on a trip by herself just to get some alone time and let’s say it’s Spain. She’s eating her lunch when she hears a very familiar and unique laugh and as she looks up hey eyes find Lando walking in with Carlos.

He’s tan and his smile is bright and as their eyes meet Lando stop dead in his tracks and bunny’s hand that was hold her fork stills. They hold eye contact for a while until Carlos coughs with a smirk and goes to say hello to her.

Somehow some way they end up at bunnies table and end up sharing one to many bottles of wine and as Carlos calls it a night bunny and Lando end up staying till close where he walks her to her hotel and she invites him up(blamed it on the wine) but they don’t sleep together or anything, just cuddle and talk.

canonically she is the sun and he is the moon, they’re a matching set. they’ll never break up, lando will never leave and she will only have one extra bf if anything. could be max or oscar i haven’t decided who. oscar makes more sense.

but i like this a lot i can def see it happening and i think lando would find out and blame himself for that too, thinking maybe if he hadn’t had left all those years or months ago maybe the four of them could have found a way to work things out.

i love them talking like, all night and the conversations stay honest as they sober up, the courage from the alcohol goes away but they’re just as comfortable with each other as they always have been. i think bunny tells him after leaving max and oscar she only dated one guy before giving up when it failed, but that was like a year or two before. lando doesn’t know it she still feels the same way about him as he does her, even after all these years. once they’ve both updated each other on the last few years of their lives, i think she would suddenly tell him she wishes they weren’t even having this conversation and he asks what she means, trying not to sound heartbroken, and she tells him she wishes he never left, that he had lived every day of it with her so they wouldn’t have to play catch up. she’d tell him she lost her best friend more than anything that day and she’d do anything to have him back. then they would kind of talk about him leaving, and her leaving max and oscar, the only things they hadn’t really talked about in the hours since they cuddled up in her hotel room. i don’t think they’d just like say they’re still in love and get back together, i think there would still be a lot left unsaid but they would at least communicate and figure out if it’s even a good idea to like move forward as friends or anything more, if that’s something they both want. they’re both worried the other person has moved on or is too hurt to have the other back in their life and they’re both too scared to tell the other how they feel right off the bat.

after they agree to try being friends first, it’s like the beginning where they just hang out and don’t do anything for months, just enjoy each other’s company bc they’ve missed it. just for drama, one day goes to tell lando she’s not over him and she doesn’t want to just be friends, but sees a woman getting out of a car in his driveway and drives past his place. lo n behold carlos was there too and it was just his girlfriend getting her lipgloss out of the cup holder, but bunny thinks lando moved on and resigns herself to the rank of friend if that’s all she can get. then when they’re having their weekly hang out, he asks her if she’ll go on a date and she mentions the shiny red car and pretty woman climbing out of it, and lando’s immediately like, “you mean the one with the sainz license plate? that’s his new girlfriend. did you happen to notice she kinda looks like you? i thought that was funny.” and it’s like everything clicks together in that one moment, she gets all excited and is like yes lets go on a date Right now!!! and they’re in their pajamas but she doesn’t care she wants to be with him!! so they go to a cute diner in their pjs and lando pulls up a list of first date questions to ask each other and they play stupid games like that until the staff starts cleaning up for closing and lando tips an absurd amount to apologize for losing track of time but time doesn’t exist when they’re together, it’s just them.