#YES NICE!!!! NOICE

[cretenu]

⋆.˚ PICKUP LINES ˚.⋆

content: kuroo tries to rizz you up with awful pickup lines. kuroo x fem reader

warnings: none

notes: it seems like we r all on board with the loser kuroo agenda based on that one post i made LMAO so here u go <3

soundtrack: from the start - laufey

tetsuro kuroo is a loser. yet, you couldn't help but fall for him.

his tall build, charismatic personality, even the pickup lines. oh, the pickup lines. they're horrible, and they're the only way kuroo knows how to flirt. you were sitting on the sidelines of a practice match between karasuno and nekoma during the summer training camp. as a manager, being sent hot glances and heart eyes by the players was not foreign to you. however, you would have to be blind not to noice how this bed-headed try hard had been glancing at you throughout the week. everyone noticed, especially his teammates.

"kuroo, what is up with you?" kenma asked. he was the first one to see that kuroo looked like a deer in the headlights. "hm? nothing, why?" he answered. kenma sighed. "really? you keep looking at karasuno's manager over there" he said rather loudly. kuroo ignored him as he got into position for the next play. "serve it up, fukunaga!" kuroo said loudly, giving kenma a hard stare.

nekoma ended up winning the practice match. as karasuno headed for their penalty lap, you sat by yourself briefly before noticing how kuroo was now talking to his equally spiky-haired friend-- and they were looking at you.

"just do it bro!" bokuto said. "she'll fall for you, trust me!" bokuto couldnt be casual if he tried. he talked with his whole body as his voice echoed throughout the gym. "keep it down!" kuroo said, giving his friend a firm nudge. "you really think so?" he whispered, glancing at you. "absolutely my dude." bokuto said confidently. "if not, i'll uh.." he looked around the gym, considering his options. "oh! ill run a lap around the gym in my underwear!" he exclaimed. "and i don't wanna do that, so go get yourself a lady, kuroo!" he patted (slapped) kuroo's back twice.

as you watched the interaction play out, there was no doubt that they were talking about you. and now, kuroo was striding in your direction.

you panicked. hard. it was something about his lanky build, his confident demeanor. he looked so incredibly awkward, too. as he approached you, you tried to defer your eyes to the match happening on the court over. he cleared his throat, making you jump. kuroo was now towering over you. "hey." he swallowed before taking a deep breath.

"are you made of uranium and iodine? because all i can see is you and i together."

you stared up and him and blinked in disbelief. no way that of all things came out of someone who carried himself with such confidence. before you could laugh at his awful pickup line, he offered you his hand to shake it. "tetsuro kuroo" he said. "i uhm. couldnt help but notice you throughout the week. what's someone like you doing as a manager, huh?" you couldn't help but laugh. he was a nervous wreck. he held his composure pretty well, but you saw right through him.

you shook his hand. "nice to meet you, im y/n. and yes, ive seen you staring at me this whole week, tetsuro kuroo." you teased. kuroo sighed and looked back at bokuto, who was, of course, looking in his direction. "listen. my friend over there told me that if i made a fool of myself, he would run around the gym naked." your eyes widened at his remark. "so, for the sake of everyones eyes, will you go out with me?"

you finally looked into his eyes and smiled before remarking, "of course. for the sake of everyone's eyes." he smiled, feeling affection for your sly remarks. as karasuno came inside from their penalty lap, kuroo departed from you, sending you a wink before joining the rest of his team.

kuroo is a loser, but god its so perfect. he swoons about you to his friends, just loud enough so you can hear without him knowing. he acts suave around you, even when he's melting inside. and no matter how long you've been dating, he will always use those awful pickup lines. and every time he does, you fall for him a little more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[russo-woso]

hi, do you write for Niamh Charles? if so, maybe one where reader makes her debut for England and scores the winning goal but then ends up injured pretty badly in the game and Niamh realizes her feelings for her?

Yes, I do write for Niamh! I love Niamh, except for the fact she plays for Chelsea, but anyways, here is I really really like you.

I really really like you | Niamh Charles

Warning slight injury, and just Niamh being protective.

Over the past two weeks, the only thing you could think about was England camp.

You had received your first England call up from Sarina for the matches against The Netherlands and Scotland.

You knew it was bound to come at some point. You had been playing exceptionally well for Manchester City and England’s U23.

At just age 22, you were Manchester City’s first choice as CAM.

You were excited to be playing with the seniors, the feeling of being at a sold out Wembley, but also to see a certain defender.

Niamh Charles.

You had barely spoken to Niamh. You shared a few sentences, if you could even call it that, when playing against Chelsea.

You weren’t going to deny it, you couldn’t deny it because it was so obvious, you had a huge crush on Niamh.

From the way her hair falls when she takes it out in matches, to the way how her hand feels in yours when you shake hands.

You didn’t know why you liked Niamh, I mean, she’d never like you back. Would she?

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You travelled down to St George’s Park with the city girls.

It was a relatively easy drive down. There was no traffic, but as soon as you got there, you wish there had of been.

Your heart was racing.

Thoughts went rushing through your mind. What if you didn’t play good? What if Sarina made a mistake inviting you into the squad? What if you embarrass yourself in front of Niamh?

“Y/N, you coming?” Esme asked you as she started to walk inside, quickly stopping to look back at you.

“Yeah.” You replied, hesitancy in your voice.

“Y/N/N, you’ll do fine. I know it’s a big change and thoughts are running through your mind right now. But you belong here.” Esme told you, quickly hugging you before walking inside.

You followed her in, dragging your suitcase behind you.

You enter the lobby first, finding out who your roommate was.

You were roommates with her.

You grabbed your keycard, making your way up to the second floor, before lightly tapping it on your door.

It granted you access, and you walked inside hesitantly.

“Hi, it’s Y/N, isn’t it? I’m Niamh.” Niamh welcomed you into the room. You couldn’t help but notice how voice stuttered a few times when she spoke.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to properly meet you. I feel like we’re always in such a rush after matches that I’ve never really met you.” You joked and Niamh agreed with a small laugh.

It was already late by the time you had gotten there so you were already tired and ready to get to sleep.

“Everyone’s going down to the relaxation room just now if you want to come.” Niamh asked, playing with the hairs on the back of her neck.

“I would but it’s been a long journey down here and I’m tired so I might just head to bed.” You explained, also stuttering some of your words due to being so nervous.

“Are you sure?” She questioned, just double checking, and you replied with a smile and a nod. “Okay, well, sleep well.”

With that, she left the room, the door clicking shut.

The only thing that replayed on your mind was the conversation, the way how your voice stuttered as you spoke to her.

She had to know that you liked her now, with the stuttering, the sweat that was starting to build up on your forehead.

After sitting in a silence whilst you thought back of your previous conversation, a small beeping in noice was heard from the door and it opened.

Niamh walked inside and you gave her a confused look.

“I couldn’t leave you here alone. Not when it’s your first night.” Niamh explained and you shook your head at her explanation, guilt washing all over your body.

“Niamh, no, seriously I’m fine. You go downstairs if you want to.” You told her

“Everyone down there’s boring. And anyway, we’ll be stuck with them for the next week so one night not seeing them will do me good.” She justified and settled herself on her bed. “I thought we could find a film to watch.”

And that’s exactly what you did. You both agreed on a movie and spoke the entire night.

The tiredness you felt completely went away as you spoke to Niamh.

You spoke, you laughed, you told stories.

It was safe to say that you didn’t just like Niamh anymore, you were utterly in love with her.

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The rest of the week sped by, with training taking up the mornings and then spending the afternoon with your new friends.

Over the week, You quickly befriended Alessia Russo and Ella Toone. The duo quickly becoming a trio.

You got along with them well and you spent most of your afternoons with them.

The week had sped by so quickly, that you were all currently on your way to Wembley.

On the way, Sarina announced the lineup.

Sarina didn’t read out your name but assured you that would definitely be subbed on later on in the game.

Niamh, who was sat next to you on the coach, cheered for you, and rested her head on your shoulder.

“I’m so happy for you. Your first England debut.” Niamh said, looking up at you.

“Thanks, Niamhy.”

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The team had down amazing to come back.

At half time, they were down 2-0, but with two goals in two minutes, they were now equal with the Netherlands.

In the 68’, Sarina told you and Alessia to take off your bibs.

You stood with her as she told you tactics she had picked up.

Whilst waiting for the ball to go out of play, Alessia stood next to you.

It was so cold that you were basically cuddled up to one another.

She congratulated you on my debut, patting you on my back as the announcement was made.

It was announced you’d be subbed off for Georgia.

She ran off the pitch high fiving you, before you ran on.

The game continued and there was still no goals come the 90’.

You had been playing incredibly, proving to everyone why Sarina had called you up.

In the first minute of injury time, Lauren James crossed the ball into the box and you were in a perfect position to run onto it.

Without taking a touch, you nutmegged the Dutch keeper and the ball ended up being in the back of the net.

Your teammates surrounded you, enveloping you in a hug.

Once everyone pulled away, Niamh pulled you in again.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N/N.” She whispered in your ear.

“Thank you, Niamhy.” You said, using the nickname you’d given her.

You noticed her cheeks flush a light red and with the confidence you felt, you pressed your lips onto the red pigment before running back to your position.

Two minutes later, you had another chance in the penalty box.

Lucy played a long ball into the box and you jumped to header it.

The next thing you knew, something connected with your head but it wasn’t the ball.

The Dutch keeper had jumped up to punch the ball away but instead, had punched you.

You fell to the floor limply as blood made it way from your nose.

You groaned in pain and your hand went flying to your nose and you head.

Alessia was the first one to you, crouching down and stroking your hair to comfort you.

Everything was blurry, you couldn’t think straight but all you could think of was Niamh.

All you wanted was Niamh.

Instead of going straight to you, Niamh marched over to the keeper, Daphne van Domselaar, and pushed her straight to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done to her! You fucking bitch!” Niamh shouted at Daphne.

You winced at the sudden shouting, the pain searing through your head.

“Niamh, I want Niamh.” You managed to get out to Alessia.

As the medics got to you, Alessia left to get Niamh for you.

Within seconds, Niamh was crouched down next to you.

She gently picked up your head, getting approval from the medics, and laid it in her lap.

You reached out for her hand, which she squeezed lightly.

“Y/N/N, you’re so brave. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” She said, tears running down her cheeks as she stroked your hair.

Your teammates gathered round, awing at you and Niamh.

They were certain that by tomorrow morning, you and Niamh would be a couple.

The medics put you onto the stretcher and lifted you upwards.

You watched as Niamh was taken aside by the ref and was given a red card.

Niamh accepted the red card. One, she thought Daphne deserved what she got, even if it wasn’t her fault, and two, she got to be with you whilst you were treated.

She ran to catch up with you and the medics, taking your hand in hers and walked towards the tunnel.

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“Why did you do it?” You asked Niamh once the medics had gone.

They had confirmed that you had a broken nose and a concussion.

“Do what?” Niamh asked back, giving you a sympathetic look as she looked at the stained blood on your face.

“Punch Van Domselaar. Get a red card. She didn’t do it on purpose.” You said and Niamh looked down at the floor. “Niamhy.”

“Please don’t call me that.” Niamh whispered, barely being able to hear herself, let alone you.

“Why?” Confusion took over your face, not knowing why she didn’t want you to call her that.

“Because it kills me to hear you say it when I know you don’t like me. It kills me thinking back to tonight when you were on the floor. It kills me to think about our late night conversation when I know that after camp, everything will go back to normal.” Niamh revealed and once more, tears fell from her eyes.

“Niamh, what makes you think I don’t like you back?” You asked, as her head jerked upwards, revealing her blue eyes, full of hope. “I’ve liked you since I played against you for the first time. The amount of times I’ve Instagram stalked you just so I can see your smile. It’s killed me knowing this past week that we’ve grown closer and closer but I’ll never be able to call you mine.”

“You like me back?”

“Of course I do Niamhy. Who wouldn’t? You are the most kindest, most beautiful, loving person I’ve ever met, with a hint of protectiveness…” you joked, referring to the events early tonight. “…Who wouldn’t like you back? Definitely not me. I really really like you, Niamh. I have done for a while.”

“I really really like you too.” She said, a huge smile appearing on her face as she inched closer to your face.

You could practically feel her breath on your lips as she stopped her movements.

You took the final step in connecting your lips.

It was so gentle, both of you too scared to move, trying not to overwhelm one another. And the fact you’ve got a broken nose.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Niamhy.”

[waltat04-kevinknight]

Jaune walked through the halls of the Vacuo hospital building with flowers in his hand and stopped at a door, the number 115. He knocked on the door and was met by the one person he had hoped not to run into first, Mr.Pelondina.

"What do you want, Jaune?" Pietro asked, gripping the handles of his wheelchair with suppressed anger.

"I wanted to check on Penny, see how she's holding u-" Jaune began to explain before he was cut off.

"Did you think of that before or after you chose to stab her huh?!" Peitro yelled before coughing and looking up at Jaune.

"Mr.Pelondina you have to understand tha-" Jaune tried to speak only to be cut off again.

"No, YOU need to understand that I don't want you around MY DAUGHTER anymore!" Peitro said, pressing the call button as a nurse came over.

"Yes? How can I help?" She asked.

"I want him gone and to not be allowed to see my daughter" Peitro said as the Nurse nodded and turned to Jaune and led him from the room.

"I'm sorry, sir, but her father has expressed not wanting you here. Please leave and have a nice day." The nurse says as Jaune nods and leaves with his head down in defeat.

Back at the camp area, Jaune comes back, setting the flowers down, before sitting in front of the campfire and curling up into a ball and placing his head on his knees and tried to fight the tears that were forming until he felt a hand on his shoulder as he looked up and saw Qrow.

"Hey ki- well I guess kid doesn't want anymore considering what you've been through in the ever after, come on let's talk a walk" Qrow says helping Jaune off his feet as the two walked through Vacuo seeing how everyone was doing.

While they walked, Jaune told Qrow about what happened at the hospital and in the crossroads.

"That's alot to take in, I'm surprised you haven't gone insane." Qrow says before speaking once again. "I know you want to see her but maybe give him and Penny some space. Winter told me that she saw a stab wound that matched your sword and put two and two together but what threw us both off was the fact the wound was healed" Qrow says.

"I figured out that I could use my Semblance on objects and use them as a connection, so when I stabbed Penny I had used my Semblance and had it course through me sword and into the stab wound. I never wanted to kill Penny, I had already lost Pyrrha to Cinder and I wasn't about to lose Penny too Qrow" Jaune says looking at Qrow.

"I understand, come on Willow is helping Klien cook up some shrimp gumbo and it hits the spot. I'm sure you'll feel better after it" Qrow says as Willow runs over and plants a kiss on Qrow's cheek.

"Hello my dark knight, hello Jaune" Willow says with a smile.

"Hello love, I hope you don't kind if I invited Jaune to dinner" Qrow says as Willow shook her head.

"Of course not. He looks like he could use some friendly company," Willow says, leading Qrow and Jaune to the massive cookout where everyone was including Peitro and Penny, who was being wheeled around by Winter.

Winter noices Jaune and walks over while wheeling Penny over with her.

"Greetings Jaune, how have you been" Winter asked.

"I've...I could be better" He says not making eye contact before he felt Penny's hand intertwine with his.

"Salutations boyfriend Jaune" Penny says with a smile and tears in her eyes as she let his hand go and opened her arms for a hug as Jaune teared up and dropped to his knees and hugged Penny not letting her.

While Penny brushed his blonde hair with her hand and began to softy sing a calming tune to make Jaune calm down.

"I want to see you smile, Jaune, not cry," Penny says as all of his ffiened surround him and join in the hug.

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x reader

Part 1

part 2

part 3

Lloyd POV:

I walked into the monastery and found the others in the living room watching tv.

“Where have you been?” Kai asked lazily and I shrugged.

“Hanging out with a friend,” I said and they all looked at me.

“You have other friends?” Jay asked and I frowned a bit offended.

“Yes, yes I do.” I said, it was true, I did have a few other friends from school outside of my family, but I don’t think they’d see Y/n as someone who falls under the term of ‘friend’.

“With who?” Cole asked, trying to make sure an argument wouldn’t start. I sighed and turned my back to them, putting my stuff on the table. “Y/n,” I mumbled.

“Who!?” Kai shot up, I’m pretty sure he heard me, but just was not really wanting to hear it. “Y/n,” I repeated louder this time and turned to him. “Something wrong?” I asked challengingly.

“Oh come on, Lloyd! She’s a thief, she’s a bad influence!” He said and the others just laughed. “You’re just mad that we got beat into a race by a group of teens,” Nya accused and Kai scowled at her.

“Oh please, I could beat them any day! They just caught me of guard!” He said and turned to me. “What did you do with her? Steal some lunch or something?” He asked sceptically.

I shook my head a bit annoyed. “No! We just hung out, and she was really nice and funny!” I told them. “And yes we grabbed lunch, and she payed, for all of it, leaving a tip and everything!”

“It is pretty weird behaviour to steal from a store, but being generous like that at the same time.” Zane said.

“Honestly, I think she just does it for the kicks.” I said and they all looked at me. “The kicks? She wants to get kicked?” Zane raised a brow.

“What? No- it’s like, they do it for the thrill, for fun. But like at places like Harvey’s who don’t suffer from much loss,” I explained.

“I thought she was just poor or something,” Jay said and I shook my head. “Believe me, she is not, I walked her home, and I’m telling you, she is rich rich.”

“Ohh, got yourself a rich date?” Nya winked. “You think she’s into girls?” She joked, making the others laugh and Jay let out an offended noice.

“I still don’t trust her,” Kai said and I groaned. “Kai! You’re the one that got me her number in the first place!”

“I didn’t know she was a thief!” He argued. I just sighed and remained silent, not wanting to get into an argument.

Your POV:

I hummed to myself, sitting on a building in the middle of the city, watching it slowly die down. I loved to watch Ninjago city at night, there was darkness but lights everywhere, mostly at Borg tower of course.

I looked at the time, almost two in the morning. I had school the next day, yeah, definitely sleeping trough maths.

I had an oversized hoody on -which I may or may not have stolen from James- and hid inside it. It was cold out. I had my earbuds in and my phone rested in my pockets.

Maybe I should go back, I did not feel like getting a cold or anything, if there’s something I hate, it’s a stuffed nose.

I looked up to watch the stars, instead, all I saw where clouds and a big raindrop landed on my forehead, followed by tons of others.

Definitely my sign to go.

I looked down from where I sat. I could jump this, easy. Pushing myself of the roof, I felt the wind travel trough my hair before I landed on my feet.

I tried walking fast as it started raining harder and harder.

To invested into getting home before everything was soaked -spoiler alert, it already was- I didn’t notice the puddle of water mixed with mud and stepped right in, slipping and falling backwards with a yelp.

I expected to hit the ground, but I didn’t. Someone had caught me and then steadied me to my feet.

“Look at that, seems like we meet again.” I turned around and found myself staring at the green ninja, flabbergasted and flustered by his quick appearance, I couldn’t help but blush.

“Where you following me?” I suddenly realised and he laughed. “I saw a potential thief, don’t blame me,” he joked and I gave him a look. “Kidding, I saw you and then you fell, you’re lucky I’m quick.” He winked and I rolled my eyes.

“My hero,” I said sarcastically. “What are you doing out here anyway? It’s night and it’s raining cats and dogs.” He asked sceptically and I shrugged.

“Didn’t check the weather before leaving home,” I admitted and he shook his head. “You need to try staying out of trouble, sweetheart,” he said and I swallowed thickly at the nickname.

I was about to answer but sneezed in stead. “Bless you,” he said before giving me a cocky look. “Well, I suppose you’re already blessed when you look like that,” he said and I was about to retort but shut my mouth, just unnabe to form words.

“Look, this is all fun and stuff, but I need to head home, I’m tired and probably going to catch a cold,” I said and he nodded before thinking for a moment.

“My bike isn’t far from here, want a ride?” He asked and I hesitated. “I don’t want to be a bother, you probably have stuff to do.” I said and he let out a low chuckle.

“No worries princess, not much to do tonight, except for saving pretty girls from falling over.” He winked and I sighed. “Fine, but straight to my house, no funny business, greenie,” I pointed at him and he smirked.

“Whatever you say, ma’am,” he said and I shook my head in disbelief.

My mouth fell open slightly at the sight of his bike. It was beautiful- sure, I’ve seen it on tv, or in the news paper a few times, but in real life it was way cooler.

“Here,” he handed me his helmet and I pulled my hands back. “What- but there’s only one helmet,” I protested. “Just take the helmet, I’ll be fine.” He assured.

“Are you sure, I mean I can-” He cut me off with an exasperated sigh. “Y/n!” He said sternly.

Seeing there was probably no point in arguing I just took it. He then got onto the vehicle and helped me climb on aswel.

“Where to?” He asked and I told him my street name. “Ohh, rich girl,” he said jokingly. “Better hold on tight,” he said and it took me a second to built up the confidence to wrap my arms around his waist.

He sped off, and honestly it was amazing. James had a bike, and I take passenger rides all the time, but this, this was different, it was incredibly fast and The Green Ninja managed to make his way trough the streets without any issues.

He went slower at my street and a few houses down I told him to stop. It had stopped raining when I got off and took of the helmet.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile and he took the helmet back from me. “Not a problem,” he winked once again. “You live here?” He looked behind me at the house with slight confusion, I didn’t really get why.

“Uh, no, a few houses down, but I snuck out, and your vehicle is rather loud, my mother will personally murder me,” I said and he laughed a bit.

“Oh, you’re a rebel aren’t you?” He teased and I just breathed out a laugh. “Aren’t you funny,” I said sarcastically.

He was about to say something but stopped, I heard vague talking of someone and realised he must be wearing an earpiece or something.

“Yes- alright, alright I get it, I’m going,” he said a bit irritated. “It’s not to much of a deal, not like there was much going on anyway.” He said.

He looked back at me and smiled. “That’s my sign to go. You should head inside and take a shower,” he said and I nodded.

“See you, princess,” he said before speeding off again.

I proceeded to sneak into our backyard, this way I could get into the kitchen and sneak upstairs.

I peeked trough the window. It was dark, no one was inside. I snuck trough the window I left open for myself and then upstairs where I took of my clothes and hung them to dry.

After taking a quick shower and laid in bed. The next day was going to be hell.

I was completely and utterly right, I got detention for sleeping in maths class, which got my friends laughing it me during lunch, I bought a coffee in the school cafeteria and I forgot that I was holding it so it went cold, and look at that, Miss Malcam was sick so we had a substitute… no one likes that substitute, she’s horrible and always has it out for me specifically.

Oh, not to forget, I was sneezing, causing and wheezing, the whole enchilada. My nose was stuffed and I felt like I couldn’t breath, I basically looked like shit.

And of course, it can always become even worse.

As I was looking for my next class -I forgot, alright, don’t blame me, blame the constantly changing schedule- I bumped into someone and fell.

I was caught, though my phone wasn’t as lucky. “Oh, I am so sorry!” I said and then bend to pick up my phone, then looking at the person in front of me.

“Falling for me, are we?” I locked eyes with Lloyd and I swear to god, I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.

I. Looked. Terrible.

“Lloyd!” I said surprised and embarrassed. “I uh, I thought you said you graduated last year.” I stuttered nervously.

“I did yes, but Kai teaches the self defence class here and he can’t make it so sent me instead,” he explained and I just nodded absently.

“I see,” I sniffed, making it feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my scull.

“Are you alright? You look sick,” I said concerned and I shrugged. “I’m fine, I was out in the rain yesterday, just a cold.” I waved it of and inspected my phone for damage, but it was fine.

I glanced at the time and scowled. “I’m sorry, Lloyd, but I really need to get to my class,” I said and he smiled slightly.

“It’s fine, I’ll catch you later?” He gave me a crooked grin that made my knees weak. “Yes, I’ll see you!” I waved before quickly walking off.

I want to die of embarrassment.

I sat next to Amelia in Science and she grinned at me. “You still look like shit,” she said and I glared at her. “Your face did gain some colour though, something happen?” She wiggled her eyebrows and I sighed.

I told her the story and all she could do was laugh at me. “Honestly N/n, you’re the most badass, fearless person I know, and there you are, nervous because of some boy,” she said and I hit her shoulder, making her laugh even harder.

When the lesson was over, we met with Luna and made our way to our very last class of the day.

“Where’s Flora?” Amelia asked Luna who had been in the same lesson as her. “She’s gone to some of her other ‘friends’. Said she’d meet us there.” Luna said and I sighed.

“Give it a break, Lu, I know you don’t like them, but we tolerate them for Flors, alright?” I gave her a look and she sighed.

“Yeah, I know, but I can’t handle Flora not being able to see how fake they are with her,” Luna sighed as we turned a corner.

“We have a while, want to head into the restroom and freshen up a bit?” Amelia changed the topic, looking at me especially. “Obviously,” I said and they laughed.

In the bathroom I took my hair out of the way to messy bun it was in, which took a while as the damned elastic got stuck in the hair I did not brush that morning.

I barely had time to get ready that morning, I just put on my clothes and threw my make up and jewellery in my bag to put on at school… I never did.

Millie brushed my hair for me while I put on some mascara and eyeliner, not being much of a ‘full face make up’ person.

Not only because I didn’t have the time, but also because I did not know how to do it -I swear those girls on TikTok are literal magic- and I didn’t take the time to learn.

“See, that’s better… still quite sick though,” Luna commented. It was true, I had puffy eyes and sniffed every now and then. My voice was a bit hoarse and I looked exhausted, but it was way better then before.

“Alright, what do we have?” We looked at Amelia who always was the one that knew where we had to go.

“We have self defence class,” she said and Luna and I shared a look. “Self defence class?” I asked sceptically.

“Yeah, school decided that with the crime going on, not only first years needed self defence class but all the others do too.” She sighed a bit annoyed.

“Meh, it’s fine, not like self defence is that hard.” I waved it off as we excited the bathroom.

“Well, we aren’t all being trained since we where little- which reminds me, can’t you just illusion yourself some make-up?” Amelia interrupted herself.

“I could, yes, but I’m not risking it faltering in front of other people, I’d be the talk of the school and I’d rather not,” I said with a small chuckle.

As we entered the small gym in the school, we searched for Flora.

When I saw her, my fists balled and I quickly stormed over, followed by the other two.

“Hey!” I called out and the boy with his arm around a rather uncomfortable Flora’s waist looked up. “Leave her alone,” I said with venom in my voice.

He smirked at me. “What? Jealous?” He asked and winked, making me narrow my eyes. “Be for real, she is clearly uncomfortable and has a boyfriend, leave her alone or I will knock your teeth out.” I threatened with a harsh glare.

He took his arm off her and took a few paces towards me. “What is your problem?” He hissed and I rolled my eyes.

“My problem is you being a fucking asshole, leave her alone and I might just let you off with a warning.” I said and he huffed a laugh.

“What are you going to do? Throw your nail clippers at me?” He asked and a few others laughed as we now had some on lookers.

“N/n, it’s fine, really” Flora started but I cut her off. “No, don’t even start that, love, I’ll handle this arse for you,” I said and turned back to the guy.

“If you are so cool and strong like you want people to think, then I’ll see you outside after school if you are man enough to fight me,” I challenged and I heard Luna sigh behind me.

“Aand, there she goes, oh we’re going to have to explain to Jamie,” she sighed and I gave her a quick glare.

“You fight me? You’re a girl, I’ll have you down in seconds, if you challenge me I am not afraid to hit you, what will you do when I have you begging for forgiveness on the ground?” he said and I narrowed my eyes.

“If you are going to act like that, I can arrange to pull your bones from your body now instead of later, in fact-” but I was interrupted by someone standing between us.

“Hey, Hey, let’s not do that in this class,” I looked at Lloyd who had intervened. I completely forgot he said he was teaching self defence for Kai.

“This lesson is about to start, why don’t you both sit down?” He suggested and with last glared at each other, we turned away.

“Y/n! Seriously?” Luna asked in disbelief. “What? I can handle him,” I waved her off and she groaned.

“Yes, I know, I’m not concerned about that, I am concerned about the fact that James is going to be so mad, plus, you’re parents are going to ground you for like- forever, again!” She said and I waved her off.

“It’s fine, as long as Flora is alright,” I looked at the girl who nodded. “I am, but you really didn’t have to do that.” She said and I shook my head.

“Nonsense, you’re one of us now, and in our group we protect each other.” I said and she gave me a teary smile.

That whole lesson, I normally would have glared holes into that guys -who I know is Jacob Brown- head, but instead, I was watching Lloyd catch us up on basic self defence, demonstrating a few things and explaining like a professional.

I heard giggling and looked behind me to see Amelia and Flora make hearts with their fingers making me scoff and stick out my tongue.

[persephone411]

The Cellist (Jw x reader)

My second one shot, this time also with actual smut (although I am not sure if it’s good.I’ve never written smut before). Yes, I play cello so I had to write this.

Summary: An attractive stranger approaches you after a concert.

Masterlist

After you played the last note and lowered your bow, the room erupted in applause. You smiled and then stood up from your chair and bowed down with the rest of your string quartet.

“what a lovely performance” Winston, the head of the hotel where you just performed stepped on the stage. It was your first gig at the prestigious continental Hotel and you couldn’t help but curiously look around the audience. Most people wore suits and stood with drinks in the room.

“Thank you for playing. It’s always nice to have these little concerts” the hotel manager explained and you and your fellow musicians smiled politely.

“Now, for the rest of the evening, feel free to Check out our bar or Lounge area. We will then discuss details for further performances.” Another round of applause, then Winston left the stage and the crowd started to dissolve. Quicky you packed your cello in its suitcase, then you went back to your room to store it. In the hotel room bathroom you quicky refreshed your make up, then you went back downstairs to the bar and lounge area, feeling confident in your elegant black dress and heels. At the bar you sat down and ordered a martini. As you looked around the room you could see Josh, one of the violists talk to Winston, probably about further performances and Lissy, who played the viola in your quartet flirt with a blonde short haired woman. You smiled and took a sip of your drink.

“Shostakovich wasn’t it?”

A voice said suddenly. You turned around and found yourself next to an attractive Dark haired stranger. Longish dark hair, a perfectly trimmed beard and. Black turtleneck under a black blazer.

Completely taken aback by his attractiveness you blinked.

“Excuse me?”

The man chuckled, it was a deep, soft noice which sent shivers down your spine.

“The last piece you played. It was Shostakovich wasn’t it?”

Now you smiled

,,yes, very good, someone knows their composers” you smiled up at the stranger who was now sipping on a glass of Whiskey.

“I listened often to him when I was younger, brings back memories, John wick is my name by the way”

“(Y/N), Nice to meet you Mr. wick”

Your gazes met and you imediatly knew how this night would end, or at least how you wanted it to end. In his or your hotel room, with him buried deep inside you. Only the thought of it made you squirm and sent shivers down your spine. You took a sip of your drink to calm yourself down.

As you returned your gaze to John, he was staring down at you, even though he was standing while you were sitting on a bar stool.

“If you were want to I could show you my cello” you whispered to break the tension.

“Yes” he murmured hoarsely. The he cleared his throat and finished his drink. You followed suit and only shortly after you were on the way to your room. On the way you explained a bit about your musical background and your instrument but as soon as you entered the hotel room everything music related was forgotten. The moment the door behind you closed his lips were on yours and his strong arms were wrapped around your waist. You answered his kiss fiercely and John groaned while his hands wandered over your back .Quicky he got rid of his blazer and your Shoes and tights followed quickly.

“Get on the bed” he ordered hoarsely. Completely breathless you could only nod and bit your lip as he stripped out of his turtleneck and slacks. He then got onto the bed and started kissing you feverishly, his lips wandered over your jaw and neck, causing you to shiver out of pleasure. Lightly he bit down and a gasp escaped you. Automatically you started to grind against him, feeling his erection through his briefs against your lower stomach. While his lips teased your sensitive neck, his hands started to tug impatiently on your dress, nearly ripping it off.

“Wait” you panted breathlessly and tried to find the zipper. John growled impatiently and then ripped the dress off unceremoniously. You sucked in a suprised breath and goodbumps formed on your body which was now only covered with your bra and panties. Your chest rose and fell quickly and you were practically shaking out of desire.

“I need you” your voice was breathless and John chuckled deeply. Gently but determined he pushed you further into the sheets and imediatly his body was on top of yours. You closed your eyes as his large hands roamed over your body and opened your bra. Quicky you shrug it off and a loud moan escapes you as Johns mouth found your sensitive nipple, sucking and biting gently.

“John” you whimper and arch your back. He looks up at your face and a smirk lays across his lips. As he continues, his hands wander lower on your body, lightly touching your ribs and stomach. After what feels like

an eternity, he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties.

“Lift your hips for me” he orders quietly. You obey immediately, your heart beating like crazy. He quicky pulled your panties off and then you felt his fingers at your entrance.

“So wet for me already” he groaned and started to part your folds with his index. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck

“John please” you whined . He chuckled and started to apply light pressure on your clit, which caused you to squirm and move against him. Quickly his touch became more urgent and in mere seconds he had you moaning loudly as he curled his fingers against your G-spot.

“That’s a good girl”

He growled and you arched your back.

“I’m close” your voice wasn’t more than a whimper.

“Then cum for me”

That was all it took for you to loose control. With a loud unfiltered moan you came, wrapping your arms tightly around John as the waves of your orgasm hit you. He continued to finger you lightly, but then pulled back. Visibly exhausted you tried to catch your breath. Your whole body felt heavy and you were ready to fall asleep.

“I’m not done with you little one” John warned. Then he slowly thrusted inside you. You immediately noticed his size, which was pretty much perfect. Big enough to fill you completely, but not big enough to make it painful. You hummed in pleasure and after a bit John started to thrust slowly.

“Just to make it clear, I will not be gentle. This is only the beginning ”

He whispered in your ear and lightly bit your earlobe.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less” you murmured back and teasingly clenched your walls around him, which caused him to groan. Without a warning he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. His dark eyes met yours and a nearly cruel smile laid on his lips. As he started to move his hips again, his trusts were more forceful, driving the headboard against the wall and hitting your G-spot eveytime

“More, I need more” you begged weakly.

“As you wish” he then pulled out and just as you wanted to complain, he flipped you around and pulled you on all fours. Then he thrusted into you from behind in one swift motion. A suprised scream left your throat. This time John didn’t hold back anything. Roughly he grabbed your hips and took you in the most primal way. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the hotel room and you grabbed the sheets underneath you for support.

“Yes! John” your voice was high pitched and shortly you thought about how probably every other person on the floor could hear you.

“That’s it, good girl. Scream for me” Johns hand found its way around your throat and gently grabbed it, not hurting you but instead showing you that he was in control. His body was draped over yours and you could feel his breath on your neck. His thrusts got more impatient and rougher, which you didn’t even knew was possible. The hand which was wrapped around your throat wanders lower, pinching your nipples and then finding your sensitive clit.

“John” you moaned as he started to circle it.

He only continued and the combination of this cock hitting all the right spots and his finger rubbing your clit finally send you over the edge.

With a loud moan you come, gripping the sheets and whimpering. You heard John chuckle in your ear, he wasn’t slowing down his thrusts and you were close to overstimulation.

“Please…” you whimpered as he continued to fuck your body. He held your hips up and you couldn’t really do much expect take it, your head buried in the pillows and moaning weakly.

“Take it” he growled and continued. You clenched weakly around his cock. This thrusts got quicker and he was panting, then he came too. A deep groan left his throat and you felt him rest his forehead against your back while he was twitching inside of you. After his orgasm was over he took a deep breath and slowly pulled out. As soon as he wasn’t holding your hips anymore you collapsed on the bed. Your whole body felt heavy and you knew that you would be sore tomorrow. As you felt Johns hand on your thigh you wanted to protest, you couldn’t take anymore.

“It’s ok.let me clean you” he whispered and you nodded and slowly opened your legs and allowed him to wipe the rests of his cum away with a wet towel. After tat you lazily rolled onto your other side, facing John.

“Hey” you said awkwardly

“Hey” he repeated your words and then opened his arms invitingly, allowing you to cuddle against his muscular chest.

“You did well” he praised you quietly.

A quiet giggle escaped you.

“I’m honestly pretty sure that everyone in this hotel heard us, I’m not sure if Winston wants me to play here again”

“Well that would be a shame, I loved hearing you play”

Johns voice was laced with amusement.

,,I could give you a private concert”

,,Hmmm. How about my place after dinner?”

,,Sounds good”

[puppybugs-abdlhole]

So the scenario that I wanna propose is " forced diaper girl programming"

So you are restrained to the bed with noice canceling headphones that play hypnosis files softly in the background while playing kids shows on a screen. Slowly the hypnosis gets louder than the show.

Meanwhile you are slowly fed formula with lots of fiber, laxatives and diuretics making it harder and harder to hold yourself from filling your nice big fluffy diaper.

Eventually you will use your diaper and with the hypnosis you will eventually grow to love the feeling of no control over your mind or your bodily function.

Hope this hits the spot and makes you at least a little less bored :)

5 - Hell Yes!

Omg, you definitely hit a fantasy of mine!! I just want someone to corrupt me like this!! Thank you!! Hell yes!

[safetycar-restart]

I feel like I request too much (lolololol) but how do you think little!lando would react to the cold ?? I just wanna see him snuggled up in bed maybe holding onto his favourite little plushie (because god forbid it gets cold) 🫠🫠. And usually he’s bratty, but when snow layers on thick outside, he can’t help but snuggle into his warm bed.

Ok firstly anon, you could never send too many asks! That is simply not an option! I absolutely love getting asks, especially if I can tell a lot of them are the same person who are just really excited about something. Anyway, let's discuss!

So usually, I think Lando is quite a loud little? He's always babbling and chatting and asking for things and whining about other things, he really just never stops making noice. He's only quiet for one of two reasons: he's sleepy or he's upset about something.

Because of this, you know that the moment he's not being loud, you need to go check up on him and see what he needs.

In winter, he will get quiet when he's cold. And his immediate response to being cold isnt to try and find a blankie or some warm clothes, but instead to attempt to merge his body with yours because you're warm and so you must help. He'll cling to you like a little monkey, whining against your neck and refusing to move.

The only way to get him to let go of you is to offer to tuck him into bed, then he's immediately jumping off you and running to bed because yes!! He LOVES being tucked in and made to be all snuggly.

Tucking him into bed is a whole procedure. First, he must choose which stuffy/s he wants to take to bed with him. It's his favourite part of the whole process! Often he'll come back with three or four stuffies, a hug smile on his face cause he's gonna get tucked in!

You open the duvet for him and let him climb in, handing him each of his stuffies so he can place them in their rightful places in the bed and then tuck him in. You also have to give him a forehead kiss.

Then you'll have a very happy little, cuddling up in bed with his stuffies and taking a nice warm nap.

[silverofthunder]

☆ sorpresa ☆

Terzo (Papa Emeritus III) x GN!Reader

summary: Terzo has a little surprise for your birthday.

content: 1.2k words, gn!reader, romance, fluff (tooth-rotting fluff), Google translated Italian (so mistakes are possible), SFW

Happy birthday to me! Yes, I have a birthday and I’m giving myself a little present. :D I wanted something extra-fluffy so here we go!

It was a late night and you were feeling a bit hungry so you had decided to go get something to eat from the Ministry’s kitchen. You held your phone’s flashlight up so you could see where to go, the sound of your steps echoing in the empty hallways. The kitchen wasn’t that far away but you stopped for a moment on the way, looking through the large windows and admiring the way the moon light illuminated the yard.

When your stomach rumbled, you continued your way to the kitchen, turning right from the next corner. You slowed down your pace as you saw the light shining faintly from the small gap under the door and heard some noices coming from behind it.

It was odd – usually no one was in the kitchen so late – and you felt your heart rate rise as you carefully pushed the door open.

A very loud shriek startled you and it was followed by a flat thump as something white – cream? – dropped onto the floor.

”Dear Satan, tesoro,” Terzo said, muttering then curses in Italian. ”What are you doing here?”

You stood there stunned, staring at Terzo and Copia. Their clothes seemed to be covered in flour and the whole kitchen was kind of a mess.

”I came to get something to eat, I’m hungry,” you answered. ”What are you doing?”

Terzo moved quickly in front of the table, clearly trying to hide something as Copia just shook his head, offering you a small smile.

”Nothing,” Terzo said, trying to keep his cool. ”There’s nothing to see here.”

Your brows quirked up and you smirked. ”Nice try. What are you baking?”

Terzo and Copia shared a brief glance and Copia shrugged.

”It’s a surprise,” Terzo said, leaning against the table.

”Oh?”

”Yes, could you…” Terzo motioned to the door but you ignored it, moving your gaze to Copia.

”Was this his idea?”

”Yes, completely.”

Terzo sent a death glare at his brother and you did you best to hold your laugh. They were so dramatic sometimes.

”Well, I can go if I get something to eat,” you agreed. Terzo still didn’t move, so Copia had to go to grab something for you. You waited as he brought one orange and a few bananas to you. You nodded in thanks and Copia eyed you apologetic.

”Sorry,” he mouthed and you sighed.

”Okay, I’ll go now,” you said, glancing Terzo while you took a few steps back towards the door.

”You look cute, tesoro,” Terzo stated, flashing you a wide smile. Smiling, you shook your head and finally turned and exited the kitchen.

You had a good hunch of what was going on but you had to wait until tomorrow to see if your hunch was a right one.

The next day you woke up to familiar voice singing ’happy birthday’ to you and you smile as you rose to a sitting position on the bed.

Terzo was carrying a rose and cake with a few burning candles on top of it. You had been right that Terzo and Copia had been baking that cake the previous night.

“Buon compleanno, amore mio,” Terzo said, sitting on a bed and placing the cake carefully on his thighs. Then he gave you the rose and with a smile you took it, bringing it close to your nose and breathing in the velvety scent of it.

”So this was the surprise,” you stated, pointing the cake.

”Yes,” Terzo said quietly. ”You had a very bad timing last night.”

You laughed a little. ”Sorry, but I was hungry.”

Smiling Terzo shook his head and lifted the cake up, carefully bringing it closer to you.

”Time to blow the candles and make a wish.”

You leaned a bit closer and blew the candles, then closing your eyes for a moment. You felt lips pressing against your forehead and you hummed happily.

”You’re beautiful,” Terzo whispered, his breath tickling your skin and your eyes fluttered open. When Terzo pulled slightly back, your gazes met and your smile grew wider. The soft look in Terzo’s eyes was something you still wasn’t used to even though you two had been together for a good while.

After all, there had been a time when Terzo was known for his moments of fun and you had thought no one could ever fully capture the man’s heart. But somehow you had done it eventually. Or you hadn’t really done anything else than just been yourself.

A light touch to your hand broke you out of your thoughts.

”Time to taste the cake,” Terzo stated. ”Hopefully it’s good.”

You eyed the cake and it at least looked delicious. Without a thought you dipped you finger into the cream and scooped it as much as you could and brought it to your lips, tasting it. Terzo chuckled eyes wide as you hummed approvingly.

”You could use a spoon,” Terzo remarked, nodding towards the nightstand beside the bed. You had no idea how the spoon had ended up there – it certainly hadn’t been there last night. And as if Terzo had read your mind, he answered the question you hadn’t voiced.

”You are quite a heavy sleeper, so it was easy to sneak in here while you slept.”

Of course.

You reached to take the spoon and didn’t waste time to sink it into the cake, taking a good piece and finally having a taste of it. It was so good.

”Good?” Terzo asked and you nodded, taking another spoonful, now offering it to him. He took it, the mix of surprise and satisfaction reaching his face as the taste hit him.

”Well, for once I succeeded to make something edible,” he joked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

”Thank Copia, he’s probably the reason you didn’t burn the whole kitchen.”

Terzo huffed, scrunching up his face as he pretended to look offended and it only made you laugh harder. You scooped the cream again with your finger and swiped it to Terzo’s nose, still laughing as he took the cake away and moved it onto the nightstand. The rose that had been in your lap, slid onto the sheets as Terzo pushed you gently down so that you were laying on your back. His other hand came to rest on your side while the other settled on your cheek as he pressed himself against you.

You could feel his breath on your face as his lips got closer to your own. You thought he would go for a kiss but right before your lips touched he moved so that he rubbed his cream-covered nose against your cheek, spreading the cream over your skin. The squeal that left you was high pitched and you tried to push Terzo away, with no avail.

He chuckled lightly, finally capturing your lips in a kiss and your hands wrapped around his middle as you melted into it, forgetting the mess on your face. The weight of Terzo felt grounding on top of you, his sweet kisses making your heart flutter in your chest, and you were sure you could burst from the happiness.

When you finally parted, your gazes met and the way Terzo’s mismatched eyes shone soft and bright didn’t leave anything unclear.

”Sei tutto per me,” Terzo whispered, his voice holding so much emotion that it made you tear up. ”Happy birthday, my love.”

You didn’t say anything as you couldn’t trust your voice so you just pulled him back into a kiss, hoping it would tell everything you had no words for.

[striderl]

Hey you're fully back welcome :D

How are you doing? :3

(I had a dream right after you left that I was lost in a mall with Polaroid and I had it written down for when you got back and I thought you'd get a kick out of that hehe)

Anyways yeah I'm not gonna bug you too much or ask you any oc questions (cuz I don't got any) I just wanted to pop in and say hi :3

Have a noice day/night! :D

Hello, @luney2mooney!

Feel free to send an ask anytime, I’ll be thrilled to read your dreams!

To be honest, my artwork routine is still not fully back to normal.

I have been working on apartment renovations and repairs with my parents for the past 3 months, which is the reason I haven’t been active during the summer. Minimum internet usage, minimum air conditioner usage, 6-10 hours of physical work per day, hand-washing clothes and huge-@$$ bedsheets because we don’t have a clothes washer. My parents can’t even stand seeing me on any electronic devices for over 10 seconds. 

And guess what? No wages for all the hard work! Not even a single penny unless we are capable to rent the apartment out! That’s life for ya when you aren’t born into a rich household — you’ll have a hard time making money that’s enough to support yourself.

Luckily, after two weeks I’ll be getting back to school so I won’t be dealing with as much physical labor. Funny, right? When everyone’s looking forward to vacation, I just want to go back to school and be a nerd. But then comes the problem with tuition, so I’ll probably open commissions in September, just to make some money so I can get a bit of pain relief from using so much of my parents’ pensions.

Anyway, my ask box is open, but I’ll still keep the same rules:

No NSFW and blank shipping is allowed on my turf, I’m trying to keep my mind healthy even when it comes to sexual content. And the fact that people are obsessed with forcing characters into ships disgusted me

No Skibidi-unrelated OCs unless you are asking for a commission (future planning)

I don’t use AI except when I need peer review on wording, not for entertainment or other purposes. Stop asking about it

Keep your ask precise, just a few more words can’t hurt. I don’t have telepathy so reframe yourself from forcing me to read your cave-man-speech

My ask box, my choice. If I don’t want to answer your questions, I won’t answer it. It’s not my absolute responsibility to answer everyone’s ask. But as long as nobody trespasses my rules, I will answer it with pleasure

Yes, I might be targeting people here because I’m tired of people spamming my ask box with random stuff I can’t even understand, and I’m tired of keeping up my “nice guy” profile. I find it EXTREMELY necessary to defend myself because people are *inadvertently* stepping on my boundary, not once, not twice, but MULTIPLE TIMES! Is it so damn hard to just learn to do better?

… Excuse me, I just wanted to vent. Take care of yourself as well.

[harryssattelitestomper]

Watermelon Sugar 🍉

my masterlist

A/N: Here it is; the second part of the Fine Line series! I'm still learning how to write and learning as I go so rly appreciate you reading my series :)

warnings: cursing, VERY poorly written smut (I tried😭)

word count: 926

in which, Harry thinks you taste so sweet he decided to put it in a song. 🎶To prove I'm right, I put it in a so-o-ong🎶 ,sorry

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As you were taking the watermelon out of the fridge, you yelled out to Harry who was making his way to the garage. "Baby, d'you want some watermelon?".

"Yes please". He yelled back as he got inside the car

'It had been very cloudy in Los Angeles recently so when they woke up today and saw the sunrays peaking through, they decided to make the most of it. Therefore Harry had just brought all of their stuff to the car to bring with them to the beach; sunnies, waterbottles and their books. All while Y/N was in the kitchen making them a snack to bring along as well.'

As she had cut and put the watermelon and strawberries on a container, she made her way to the car to join Harry.

"It's so fucking hot today", you commented as you connected your phone to the cars aux

"Yeah, feels nice after it being so gloomy"

Then, you were on your way to your private beach.

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After a while of laying in the sun, Harry being the restless person he is decided he had enough and went for a quick swim in the water.

As he was swimming you became bored. Already having finished your book and without your gossip-buddy, you decided to do the one thing you loved to do: tease your boyfriend.

You began by slowly untying your bikini top making it slowly fall down to the floor beside you.

Harry noticing you moving he glanced in your direction, his eyes doubling in size as he saw what you were up to.

"Holy shit", he whispered quietly to himself as he got out from the water and made his way towards you.

By the time he reached you, you had already taken off your bikini bottoms and were acting like you didn't notice him.

"What do you think you're doing?", he asked as his hungry eyes were scanning your very naked body.

You shrugged. "Didn't want any tan lines."

Harry made himself at home on top of you. "Oh really? No other reason?" Grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, he put his forearms on either side of your head.

"Nope." You smirked at him, finally taking your sunnies off and properly looking at the god of a man on top of you,

He started kissing your neck, letting out a "mmhm" letting you know that he knew exactly what you were doing. He continued to kiss down your neck making sure to also kiss you collarbones before making his way to your breasts. Sucking slightly harder on the top part of your breast and causing you to let out a small whimper. He detached himself from your boob to look at the hickey he just created before latching onto your nipple, sucking and slightly biting it just to muster up a moan from your lips.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid himself a little lower between your legs so he could rest comfortably on his stomach. As his kisses reached your lower stomach he switched to kissing your inne thighs.

You loved his kisses, loved how he always took his time with you, but you were getting impatient. "Harry please"

"What'd ya want, love?"

"Please, I need you so bad"

And that did it. Harry with his praise kink and need to please others took the bait like a fish and dove into your pussy. Flatting out his tongue, he licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit, repeating the motion a few times before moving up and sucking your clit.

The sounds you were making, the absolutely obscene fucking noices you were making had Harry rutting his hips against the sun lounger, looking for relief for his cock which was now rock-hard.

As he continued to suck on your swollen clit, he dragged his fingers to you entrance, pushing two fingers in and immediately curling them so he could reach your g-spot.

The motion made your back arch, and mouth falling open to a soundless scream. "Im gonna cum!" were the only words that could escape your mouth as the unbelievable pleasure was on the edge of taking over you.

"Cum for me love, come on baby". Were the words that had you tumbling down the edge as the pleasure finally took over.

Harry never stopped his movements, only slowing down so to prolong your release. Only when he saw you getting uncomfortable due to the overstimulation he stopped all together.

Crawling so he could be face to face with you he asked, "You okay?", while smoothing down your hair. "Yeah", you answered, still feeling like you were on cloud 9.

"You know I could eat you out everyday", Harry said eyes looking slightly glazed over.

"Oh I'm sure you could, H"

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It was a few weeks after and Harry had just came back from being at the studio for the whole day.

"Baby, wanna hear the song we finished today?"

"'Course, lovie", you said excitedly as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, waiting for Harry to get his phone so he could play it to you.

"Alright, you ready?"

"Mmhm."

As the song started to play, you couldn't help but make a face as some of the lyrics made sense and didn't at the same time.

"What the fuck is watermelon sugar?", you asked him absolutely flabbergasted at the metaphor. Instead of answering you, Harry just smirked making his way on top of you, and showing you exactly what watermelon sugar was.

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A/N: I know it's bad okay?! 😂 I'm trying so would really appreciate any feedback from you guys.

[mushpired]

New part for my banshee soap au!

I have received so much support, which I didn’t expect, like, at all, but thanks to everyone that has read and likes my silly little story. Now, with the story!

This one is quite longer, so I hope it’s good

Here’s the first part!

5 times someone thought that something was wrong with soap + 1 time they realized that’s just how soap is.

2. High pitched voice, and (fucking awesome) nice singing voice.

This was a discovery made by Gaz. While everyone in the 141 were quite close, the two young sergeants were a lot closer, they even called each other ‘bestfriend’. Now, even as friends, they each kept their secrets, and they were both okay with that.

Having said that.

There is something that Gaz started paying more attention to after the incident with the rude lieutenant.

That something was the shriek, high pitchy sound that Soap made sometimes.

It wasn’t a normal shriek, like when you get scared, but more of a warning sound, kinda?

He can’t really put his finger on it, but it’s a sound so high pitched it’s almost painful sometimes, although the intensity and the tone depend on what’s happening.

For example.

One time he and Soap were sparring together, and by now, it’s a known fact that Soap doesn’t remove his gloves, or really, any clothing. Like, sure, he’s almost always in short sleeves but that’s about it.

Anyways

The match was getting heated, as always, they liked to push each other a lot, but they both knew the limits of the other. But in a messy grab, Gaz ended up pulling Soaps glove just a bit so that his wrist was almost exposed. Nothing big right?

Wrong

An almost panicked sound escaped the mohawk owner and at the same time, a loud, high, shriek.

He of course immediately released the others hand, and moved to cover his ears, but in a second the noise was gone, leaving two panting sergeants. One on the ground looking utterly lost. And the other standing, looking ready to bolt, and with his hands clutched to his chest.

They were both silent for a second before the Scot offered his hand -gloved of course- to the one on the floor.

“Ye okay mate?” Said Soap, his eyes almost looking… nervous?

“Yeah, sorry bout grabbing your glove, I know you don’t really like that. Was an accident but still” said Gaz, one hand rubbing his neck, while the other was gripping the others arm, in a hold that was both comforting, and to stabilize himself.

“ nah mate, don’t even worry bout it, I ken ye didn’t mean it” said soap, now looking more calm

After that they both decided to call it a day, and went to the showers. However, the incident wouldn’t be forgotten by Gaz.

Next time he experienced something similar, was on a night that they had to spend at another base. The place unfamiliar and they were all restless. Ghost has gone into his room, and he hadn’t heard anything from there. The captain was making calls, and looking over paperwork. He didn’t envy him much. Lastly, Soap has gone on a walk about twenty minutes ago and hadn’t come back yet. Not exactly something to worry about, since the base was safe. But it was also surrounded by a big forest. Trees for miles, and so tall that once inside, you felt as if you were in another world.

He was merely laying around, bored out of his mind when he felt another person looking at him, and he almost shat his goddamn pants when he saw the masked face of his lieutenant.

“Jesus mate! Make some noice next time. I prefer to die of old age, not cuz you gave me a heart attack!”

“Price called me to talk about some things, here in the common room. Where’s the Johnny?” He said, gruff voice expressing nothing, but there was an undeniable softness in his eyes at the mention of the other sergeant.

“If you don’t know mate, then I’m clueless. Went for a walk and hasn’t come back” he said, low key afraid of the reaction of the Ghost

As if called by an angel, Price came into the room, signature hat on his head, and a tired look on his face

“Where’s MacTavish? I have information for all of you” he asked, his voice kind of annoyed, but in the way a father that knows his children sounds

“Just told the lieutenant, he went out, hasn’t come back, could probably call him to bring his arse back here” he offered, his phone already out and looking for the other sergeants number

And because god hates him, the moment he started ringing soap, another ringtone was heard from the window. The idiot had left his phone.

He will strangle him.

“For fucks sake, one of you two, go look for him, I don’t want to lose more time” said Price, with a sigh and a mutter about not getting paid enough

Without even looking at him, Gaz could tell that the lieutenant wouldn’t go. The task of looking for a man that moves so fast and slippery clearly was not something he wanted to do. So, with a sigh of himself, Gaz went out, grumbling, and muttering curses under his breath at the Scot.

He moved quickly, looking around the base, anywhere the man could be. Demolitions range, shooting range, the gym, the showers, the kitchen, hell, even the fucking medical. He was in none of those places.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the forest.

He cursed out loud this time

He had a feeling that the man had gone there, so he just started going inside the forest, telling himself that if he didn’t find him in the next 30 meters, he could find his way back alone, and earned a lecture from the Captain for disappearing.

He was just considering turning back when he heard it.

A voice that sounded so beautiful, melodious, that Gaz thought he had lost his mind. It wasn’t a soft voice, it was undeniably one of a man. Gruff and rough, with scratchy parts that only made it sound better. But along with that, he heard the same shrilly tone he had heard once before. A high pitched voice, that sounded at the same time as the other, as if it belonged to the same person. It wasn’t painful, but it made him feel uneasy in a way. When he followed the voice(s?) he couldn’t believe what he saw.

It was fucking John MacTavish, with a greenie that he had ‘adopted’ when they got to that base. The other cadet was a young man, no older than 20, that had recently lost his mission partner and friend on a botched mission. John had seen the sunken face and immediately befriended the young man. His friendly nature and sunny personality making it easier for him to help the poor boy who had been subjected to a painful experience way too early. The boy had started looking better, and followed Soap around, kinda like a little brother. Soap making it his mission to help the boy get better. Even if Soap himself was a bit messed up from the years serving.

When he got closer, he saw Soap, sitting against a tree. His legs criss crossed, and the young soldier’s head resting on his thigh. Tear tracks dried up on his cheeks, and eyes closed in peaceful slumber. The sergeants hand running across his head, and his voice serving as a lullaby. Soaps eyes were closed, and what surprised him the most, he also had tear tracks on his face.

The moment he got close enough to see the two, he knew Soap knew he was there, voice quieter and he could no longer hear the second voice, had he imagined it? He got within the personal space of the one being used as a pillow and relayed the information

“Soap, Price wants us now. Said he had some information” he said it in a whisper, noticing how the other’s hand covered the youngest one’s ear.

“Kay, give me just a sec, ye ken how to get back to base?” He replied eyes still closed

“Yeah, was just a straight line, but still, if we don’t go now the captain will have both out arses”

With a sigh, the blue eyed man slowly moved the boy on his lap, whispering softly in his ear, and with a still sleepy face, the young soldier got to his feet with the help of Soap, greeted Gaz, and as if this was just a dream, kept leaning on Soap without being ashamed at another having seen him post-crying. It was as if he wasn’t aware of him at all.

Gaz tried not to think too much about it as the exited the forest and let the soldier go back to his room. They got to the common room that now only the 141 used, since it was late as hell, with Soap in tow, who by now didn’t seem to have anything off about him

“Got our cleaning product, we can start now, Captain”

With that, Price started talking. And even if he tried to focus, his eyes kept wandering to the other sergeant. And he wasn’t the only one, since a particular masked individual also looked at him, with questions in his eyes, and clearly trying to figure something out.

He tried to focus on the rest of this unofficial meeting

The other time he heard something like this, and the time that had been basically engraved in his brain, was a few weeks later at that same base. They had been staying there for a long time while their official base was facing some reforms. He didn’t particularly mind, honestly, at least the view was pretty

Anyways, the same young boy that had been with Soap for a lot of their time here ( only when Ghost wasn’t near, which was weird, but it happened sometimes) had been assigned on a mission. Orders to leave the next day for a quick assignment. Something about looking for some papers and information about a drug ring. Nothing particularly hard or dangerous.

Or one would think

The night they left, Soap had been jittery, a bit quiet, and swallowed drily a lot of times. This ent on for days, only getting worse. Not even Ghosts company had been of any help, Gaz would go as far to say it made it even worse than it already was. When dinner time was over that day, Soap ran back to his room as if his ass was on fire, leaving a dumbstruck lieutenant behind, looking like a particularly murderous lost puppy

Gaz tried not to worry too much. As men in the military, they all had their bad days, and promised to himself to check on his friend by tomorrow morning, when the young soldier would also be back, if everything went well. He was probably nervous for his friend since it was his first mission after the death of his partner.

When Gaz went to bed, he only thought of sleeping through the night, and checking on his friend tomorrow

What Gaz didn’t expect was a scream, so loud, and so fucking high that he woke up blindly reaching for a weapon.

His ears felt like they were bleeding and the noise felt as if it was coming from everywhere. He soon heard shouts and curses coming from the nearby rooms, thumps could also be heard, some soldier definitely jumping out of bed, and he wouldn’t blame any of them if they pissed their pants.

He tried to exit his room without falling on his face from the sheer amount of pain that scream was causing him.

When he got out, gun in one hand, he looked around and saw multiple men also looking for the source, while trying uselessly to quiet the sound with their hands

He even saw price and Ghost looking around, the masked man was difficult to read since, well, he had a mask, but he was also covering his ears with his hands. No one could decipher where the source of the scream was, when suddenly, it stopped

The hall was quiet before some soldier started speaking to each other. All spooked as hell. Price ordered Ghost to go look around, along some other soldiers who looked the best after the rough wake up. Some looked ready to throw up, some had thrown up, and other were standing with the help of their friends and bunkmates

Slowly, people went back to their rooms and only the Captain and him were left standing there.

“Where’s Soap?” Said price, eyes tired and looking weirdly naked without his hat

“Sir?” Said Gaz, still shaken

“Soap, where is him, he didn’t come out of his room”

“Ah, he must have not gotten out from his bed” said Gaz, not really thinking since he was still kind of disoriented

“Go check on him, make sure he didn’t pass out on the floor or drown in vomit, i have to talk to the other superiors on base”

“Yes sir” he replied, making his way to his friends room

He knocked and when he received no answer, he opened and slowly entered, even in the darkness, he could see clearly an image that broke his heart

Soap was on the corner of the bed, back against the wall, and crying so hard he was surprised he was even breathing from how hard he was heaving. His eyes were unfocused, and he jerked his head up when he made his presence known

“Hey mate, just checking on ya, you solid?” Said Gaz, trying not to spook the other anymore. He assumed the scream had scared the other and sent him down a panic attack or something similar “can I get closer? I won’t hurt you mate, it’s just me”

When he received a nod, he knew that at least the other was lucid, and got closer, and in a second, he had a sobbing sergeant on his lap, and a coldness seeped through his sleep hoodie

He was clueless about what was happening

“Hey, hey, whats wrong, you need anything, are you ok” he bombarde his friend with questions, and the only answer he received were muttering and a tightening of the arms that here hugging him, as if afraid to let go

“Hes dead, he’s dead, he ain’t coming back, h-he is de-dead, oh god, why” those words sent chills down his spine, and he immediately tried to ask for more information from his friend, who was know curled in his lap, his head on Gaz’s chest

“Ey, ey, cmon, what are you talking about? Let me help, I’m here for you” he was starting to get desperate. First the rough wake up, the his friend crying inconsolably, and now this weird sentences. But even if he insisted, Soap stayed quiet for the rest of the night, and at one point, Gaz gave up on trying to figure out what had happened.

He did his best to guide both of them to lay down, a hard task since the other was unresponsive. At last, he managed to lay them both down, his friend still clinging to him, and shaking.

He messaged price

-from: Gaz

-to: Price

Captain, I found Soap, he is unresponsive but it looks like he had a panic attack, he won’t let go of me, I think he needs to have a day off, he has been off all week

-from: Price

-to: Gaz

Sergeant, thanks for telling me, don’t worry, tell him he can rest tomorrow, I’ll handle it, and you stay with him, I’ll assign both of your work for others, but you will still have paperwork when you come back, tell MacTavish that

After receiving that message, he squeezed his friend tighter and relayed the message form price to Soap, when he got no reaction, he decided he would sleep here (not like he had a choice) and try to help soap in the morning

Sleep quickly claimed him, and his arms never left his friend

The next day, he was told that the young soldier that Soap had taken a liking to, had died on the night before

From then on, he decided that something was definitely up with John MacTavish

And that was it! It wasn’t too fast, since I have a lot of classes and all that, but I enjoyed writing this, Im in the verge of falling asleep, so I’ll probably check everything when I wake up, if there are any mistakes please tell me, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

I’m probably in the minority here but I’m so easily satisfied by this show. Whenever I see critical posts of the show (that offer valid takes, not talking about straight up hate posts) I’m just sort of like “huh ok I didn’t think of that. moving on.”

generally I’m pretty positive about whatever I watch unless it’s total trash and no care put into it. maybe a flaw of mine but idc. I had a great time with season 2 and maybe there are a few things I might have liked if they were different but I can’t bring myself to dwell on those things for more than like 30 seconds because I had so much fun with everything else.

I will say that the worst part of the season is definitely Izzy but I care so little about him that it did not affect my enjoyment of the story whatsoever.

I see stede and ed kiss and I’m like hmm yes absolutely genius writing right here

Hey, there is absolutely nothing wrong with just pure satisfaction from the show (and any show really). I love analysing stuff, but I'm the same way, I see Stede and Ed kiss and the part of my brain that triggers dopamine is just like "NOICE". I literally have spent the last several months doing my best to do ANYTHING ELSE (you know like.. job, family, whatever) but think about them kissing, or generally them just being them. I would say I'm very easily satisfied with this show too just by the vast majority of stuff I can get out of it depending on my mood-- and I think that's what so great about it. You can have fun with it whether you wanna dig deep or just bask in the awesomeness of it all.

Gay pirates? Check.

Hot leads? Check.

Diverse Cast and Characters? Check

Always something new and exciting to be analysed down to the second? Check.

Ability to turn it on and smile at every fucking scene just because it's gorgeous or mah boys are kissing? Check

Inspires people to create awesome art and smutty fics? Check

Real fucking relationship problems between queer people that end up happy? Check.

Sometimes I turn it on and just watch the Ed and Stede kissing scenes because it makes me smile. I don't need to think about anything, I can just look at their little goofy ass grins, and their pure love and just fucking live in it for a while.

I have to say too-- I LOVE that you generally have positive experiences with what you watch. I tend to find the good things in just about anything (unless its like crazy offensive somehow) and it's nice to just enjoy stuff, ya know?

ALSO SIDE NOTE: I appreciate you reaching out and chatting! I love reading your recommended fics and posts just fyi <3 DM me sometime if you ever wanna chat!

Speaking of the two babygirls kissing... I'll just be sitting here staring at them for a bit.

[tokillamockingbird427]

“Rorke, the boys are in the kitchen again.”

Elias muttered, not making any effort to move off of his boyfriend. Gabriel groaned, trapped with Elias’s arm across his bare chest as the two lazed in the sunlight filtering onto the massive bed.

“Your kids.” Gabriel replied lazily, an arm wrapped around Elias’s shoulder with his palm spread out on his mid-back. There were clattering noises from down the hall, and the faint yelp of an alarmed David and an answering cackle from Logan echoed about the place. Elias sighed, eyes not opening as he muttered an answer.

“Mhm. Sounds nice, Gabe.”

“Don’t pull the name out.” Gabriel lamented, tilting his head away from the man laying on his chest. “I’ll start calling you captain.”

Elias snorted, reaching down and pulling the thin sheets higher. “Sure you will.”

-⚕️ (woe, old man yaoi be upon ye) (don’t worry they’re wearing underwear)

"They're in the kitchen again." he says, like they can do anything about it. Respectively, Logan and Hesh are unstoppable force and immovable object. It's like trying to rewrite the laws of physics.

Cozy vibes. Noice.

(Woe, old man yaoi upon me. Them two better put some socks on, it's not gay if you got socks on. Lmfao.)

[classicanalyzer]

Rings of Power Season 2 - Eldest Thoughts

"We have tended this forest since before the mountains rose up and divided it. When the only sound here was the light upon the moss... And the breathing of the leaves. Yes. We know peace." Winterbloom.

"I think, um...Rorimas never found the Sûzat. And after a while...we just kept wanderin'. We don't have a home." Nori Brandyfoot

Tom Bombadil is such a noice ray of sunshine in such a dark season. He provides a wise whimsical charm and even his hut is an oasis in the desert. He also acts as a good guide for the Stranger and encourages him to face the two evils.

The Barrow Wights (they apparently appeared earlier than in the books) was pretty creepy and definitely a case of that big budget haha. It's also noice to see an Asian Elf (Rian) in the Middle-Earth universe.

The community spirit in the Southland people is wholesome to see after the division in S1. It was also nice to see the aqueduct fixed. We're slowly building this colony up to become the future Gondor. Also props to Arondir for catching onto Estrid for her brand. Idildur has a strong sense of trust and seeing someone abuse that is hard to see. I'm still not sure if Estrid is still playing a long game or if she genuinely reformed by the end of the episode.

Poppy and Merimac seem to be a wholesome romance in the works...and Nori is the third wheel lmao. Sadoc or rather Rorimas coming from the Stoors branch of the Harfoots is such a nice development and further explains the Wandering song since it's supposed to lead him back to his original home. Seeing Nori realize that Sadoc never found the homeland for both the Stoors and Harfoots was heartbreaking. It really sets the stone for the Shire being the ideal home for them all. Also, I love how the song Concerning Stoors is a reference to Concerning Hobbits.

Snaggleroot and Winterbloom grieving over the death of the forests is another instance of Adar's and Sauron's darkness spreading over Middle-Earth. I also like the parallels between their grief to Arondir's grief.

I love to see Arondir and Theo (The Lord of Pelargir) reconcile once again and now they accepted their roles in the upcoming conflict. I hope they reunite.

Elrond sees Galadriel for what she does. She does it for the Rings but she also does it to destroy Sauron. At what point will she lose her soul and become just as bad as Sauron? We also got a pretty badass entrance for Adar.

ALSO OLD TOM BOMBADIL SONG IN THE END CREDITS HAD ME OBSESSED EVER SINCE THE S2 OST CAME OUT.

[thekaykery]

[3:49 PM]

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 310

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, backwards cowgirl, dirty talk, spanking, creampie

There's nothing you love more than being full.

Full of cock, to be accurate.

Eagerly, with precision, you snap your hips, your ass smacking against Taehyung's thighs, your own aching from effort. Your arms shake from the pleasure, ears and face hot, but God forbid you stop now, not when you're so close to your end.

You peek over your shoulder at Taehyung, whose expression is twisted with bliss. Brows, furrowed, tongue through his lips, eyes closed in bliss. A throaty groan escapes him when you clench around him, and his noice encourages you to go faster. In response, Taehyung hisses, his hand landing on your ass with a clap.

"Fuck!" you whine, biting your lip, your body tingling with anticipation. "G-Gonna cum, ah!"

Behind you, Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah? Gonna make my cock all nice and creamy?"

"Y-Yes!" Mewling, your pace grows sloppy. He notices and stops you, only to drive his hips up into you with urgency. "T-Tae! D-Don't stop, don't fucking stop, oh my god!"

Taehyung simply grunts. Your eyes roll, his tip spearing that special spot inside you again and again, sending a bolt of complete euphoria every time. With a few more thrusts, you fall apart. Shrieking, you double over, trembling as Taehyung fucks you through your orgasm.

A few moments later, you feel him spill his load inside you, and you contentedly hum, a dreamy smile on your lips.

"Feel good?" Taehyung coos, petting your red ass-cheeks, digging his fingers into them and squeezing them. "You gripped me like a she-devil. Surprised I didn't combust straight away."

You tiredly giggle. "Yeah. Thank you."

"Oh, thank you. Now turn around so I can kiss you."

With his assistance, you twist around and embrace him. Taehyung locks his lips with yours, his hands palming your ass still.

"I love you," he rasps.

"I love you," you whisper.

© thekaykery 2023

[loyaltykask]

Chapter 14

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

THE POOR MONKEY IS MOSSY! HE WAS SO DIRTY ONLY HIS EYES WHERE SEEN NO MONKEY. Also love the attitude, even under a rock he like: YOU'RE LATE

Man really said "I aint got shit to say to an NPC, get my that Main Character Protag over here"

Feel like he saying this with quotation marks like "disobedience" and "rebellion" Like it was just a prank bro

Just something about Wukong saying he wants to come makes me happy. For once Sanzang's trusting nature is a good thing in this case He trusts the 1000-year-old ex-warlord monkey

Fate is sealed

He is not a cruel monster, he way more than that

HE NAKEY BOY!

Also didn't want to hurt them damn, how loud can this guy get after 7 miles?! ALL HORSES SHALL BOW TO HIM

HE GIVS HIM A NICKNAME LIKE THAT. Says he looks like a little Dhuta and everything!!!

Sanzang: Oh no another tiger! Wukong: Noice, time to get my drip that will be integrated with my character design for the rest of the time

Even smashing someone's head in is put into poetry Deadass "His brain flew to the ground like peach petals and his bones look like white jade" LIKE BRUH I DIDN'T NEED THAT IMAGINE IN MY MIND

This could just be me but I feel the poetry here is to emphasize how Wukong and Sanzang are seen as a new founding pact, a team that is meant to be together highlighted by how the beasts around them gather together for safety as well

Man I love this poetry

Fucking rude. Sanzang being so handsome he knocks on sense into this old fart.

Love that Wukong can take a joke since he sees this guy as his great-great-great-great-great grandson. He is just a lovable guy.

Wukong just picking this poor guy up: Oh good they bought us provisions Sanzang: Wukong they want to rob us Wukong: The dead can't rob

Do love how Sanzangis worried about Wukong, like his first mission and he is scared his little monkey man is going to get hurt

I wanna know who the guy feeling desire was thinking

You would think after the 40th try they would slow down

The greatest lessons to be taught You can't go around killing people who get in your way Is it effective? Yes.

Is it nice? No.

Also love how one of Sanzang's point is that they could get in trouble with the law and how he does not want to get arrested because of Wukong's antics

Very interesting they bring up Wukong's desire to be a true immortal in this circumstance. It is only true discipline and self-control will Wukong be able to achieve what he has always wanted. Also, love that it goes further into detail about how Wukong has to be the one to make this choice, he has to be the one to humble himself and realize he still has more to learn rather than thinking 'Might is Right' and that it's his way or the highway. I mean I don't blame him as he is experienced and old but at the same point he has to see that even though he has his flaws he has to admit to being wrong sometimes in order to learn from those mistakes and grow as a person.

:-(

Wukong: Ow that hurts..... do it again, lets test

Well that would have ended the story VERY quickly

I just love the idea that Wukong was 100% ready about to throw hands and Tripi had to remind him "She taught it to me bruh she would do the same to you" Wukong had to pause like "......shit"