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cinnajun · 1 year

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: zb1 when they get jealous

a/n: this is my istj waiting room activity

notes: yujin is not included due to his age, jiwoong’s is set in the real world (aka he’s an idol), did not proofread

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jiwoong

i don’t think jiwoong gets jealous often

it’s just not his first thought when it comes to certain things LOL

but, depending on the situation, he absolutely will get jealous, but not in the way most people do

many people digest jealousy/envy as a big emotion but i don’t think it’s very big for jiwoong

and he knows that his jealousy isn’t something you should have to deal with but he doesn’t want to deal with it either so he’ll do his best to get rid of the issue without you knowing, which means making up creative ways to squash the situation

they all incorporate wherever you are

so let’s say you’re at the mall, you’re waiting for him to get out of a store, and a guy walks up to you and starts chatting you up

jiwoong will walk up to you and smile at whatever guy is flirting with you, acting completely fine

and then he’ll dip down and whisper something into your ear, and it’s usually something super unserious

“there’s a 50% sale at the ice cream shop and you get a fun cup for free”

you’re gone, he’s happy, and whatever guy was chatting you up is completely out of the picture

things are different when it comes to his members though

he always knew you liked kids and was well aware that you often volunteered to help out with kids, and he knew that you tutored high school students throughout university

nevertheless, jiwoong never thought han yujin would be his worst enemy

JIWOONG IS NORMALLY the most patient person you know—he can sit with you in a shop for an hour, watching you debate over two different mugs to buy without voicing one complaint. However, for some reason, watching you cook Yujin’s lunch is the worst thing he’s ever had to experience.

You had insisted on it after finding out he was planning on going to school after how long they’d been promoting, saying that it would be hard for him to go to school without anyone to cook him lunch. Jiwoong insisted that Hanbin probably would’ve, but you brushed him off, saying it wouldn’t take you long.

An hour and a half later, he was still sitting there, watching you cut watermelon into flowers. It was nearly 8 o’clock, and the movie you were going to was due to start at 8:45—meaning you had to leave soon.

“Are you almost done?” he asked, putting his down on the counter. You scoffed, putting the lid onto the last section of Yujin’s lunch box.

“What’s up with you?” you asked, beginning to wrap it up. “You’ve asked three times in the last hour.”

“I’m jealous that you’re spending more time fussing over Yujin’s lunch than hanging out with your boyfriend, whom you haven’t seen in a long time.”

“You’re jealous over Yujin?” you asked, exasperated, turning around and putting your hands on your hips. “He’s your kid too! You should help out! What father is jealous of their own child?”

zhang hao

there are 2 men in zb1 that don’t get jealous literally ever and hao is one of them

literally how could he be jealous when he’s zhang hao

most of the time, actually, you’re the one getting jealous (which makes sense, because he’s zhang hao)

and he always mocks you for it, which you hate

he’ll say something like “aw, do you think they’re going to steal me away from you?” and you have to resist the urge to punch him in the stomach

so when he actually gets jealous it is sooooo much fun for you

you milk it to no end. it is an opportunity you CANNOT waste

most of the time, it happens at his fancy violinist events, where you meet other people who are just as talented and impressive as him (and sometimes, they’re pretty attractive, too)

when he’s jealous, he sticks to your side and gets a little bit mean, especially towards whoever he’s jealous of

gets super touchy too

has a hand around your waist and drags you around with him just to make sure everyone gets the big picture

one day, he notices you and hanbin have been hanging out a lot all of a sudden, and it makes him really, really jealous

mostly because he can’t do his little flaunt routine, because he’s flaunted you to him enough

and then you realize he’s jealous that you and hanbin have been spending a lot of time together planning his birthday party

so obviously you capitalize on it immediately

it backfires on you

HAO WASN’T TRYING to be dramatic, but when he swung the door to Hanbin’s apartment open, having dug the spare key out from under the mat, he couldn’t help but march in like a soldier going to war.

You and Hanbin were sitting at his dining table, both of your laptops open. You had a cup of tea on the table, too, in a mug Hao knew he’d gifted Hanbin for his birthday a couple of years back.

“You let him make you tea?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air like he was in some sort of drama. Both you and Hanbin stared at him in a mix of shock and confusion, wondering what in the world had caused him to barge in like that. Sure, you were beginning to pick up the fact that he was jealous of your business meetings with his best friend, but you weren’t exactly aware of how far you’d let it progress.

“Well, I made the tea—”

“You know where he keeps his tea?” he cut you off, staring at you while tapping his foot on the ground. “I am sick of this. How am I being left out by my partner and my best friend? What did I do to deserve this?”

“I think you’re getting the wrong idea,” Hanbin said, slowly closing his laptop. “We aren’t hanging out, per se, so we aren’t exactly leaving you out.”

“Then why have you spent hours upon hours together over the past week?”

You placed a hand over your mouth, trying to stop from laughing. “Hao, please be serious. What’s next week?”

His cheeks turned bright red, and you wished you could’ve got his big outburst on video.

hanbin

i am a believer that hanbin get sooo jealous (have you seen him glare at people's interaction with hao LOL)

he’s like the nicest guy on earth so there has to be one negative emotion that he feels

and it’s quite literally only over his loved ones, nothing else

will get jealous if people spend too much time with hao

will get even more jealous if people steal your attention away from him

he doesn’t even get jealous over things he should be getting jealous over, it’s things he hallucinates

“that guy stared at you a little too weirdly…”

“he was just our waiter?”

“still he was too friendly…i got bad vibes”

when hanbin gets jealous, though, it’s not very serious and never causes a problem between you two

he might hold your hand a little tighter or not be very fond of leaving you alone, but otherwise it’s not an issue

there are instances where his jealousy can get serious, and most of the time it’s pretty warranted (and this is when hanbin leans towards protective)

you’ll be watching one of his performances among a bunch of his peers and someone will get a little too touchy with you

and dancers are very hot so he might get a little insecure too

he will stomp over to you, sweaty and tired, and drag you away without saying a word to whoever was chatting you up

other than that his jealousy is kind of cute

hanbin doesn’t view any of the boys as enemies but sometimes matthew can be super cute

and while he considers matthew one of his best friends sometimes he forgets that matthew is just like that and isn’t trying to woo you

matthew, however, is well versed in the art that is hanbinism and is immune to it

YOU KNOW HANBIN like the back of your hand. He’s sweet, pretty, and enjoys being around the people he loves. And, you know for a fact Matthew is one of the people he loves. Nevertheless, when he skips up to you two with a white rose he picked, Taerae in tow, you can practically see a vein pop out of Hanbin’s head.

“Look at how pretty this is!” he smiled, and you nodded, agreeing with him. “Taerae and I found a bush of them, and I figured I’d pick one to give to you.”

You hear Hanbin scoff, and, feeling panic rush up your throat, you turn to him with horror flowing through you. The look in his eyes is dangerous, and a sort of shallow smile appears on his face—you don’t like it one bit. You turn back to Matthew, who seems completely unphased, and instead keeps talking.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to Hanbin. He stares at it, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

“I thought you were giving it to [First]?”

“Huh? That would be weird,” Matthew replies, tilting his head. You hear Taerae begin to laugh, likely at Hanbin, and you have to hold back a little chuckle as well. “Wouldn’t you be the one to give a rose to them? Anyway, here you go.”

Hanbin, dumbfounded, takes the rose from Matthew’s hand, and he and Taerae disappear off into the distance.

matthew

matthew is #2 of men in zb1 who don’t get jealous often

literally doesn’t have the brain capacity for it

he’s like a universal friend, and universal friends don’t get jealous of anybody, nor do they distrust their significant others

a more appropriate word to use would be uncomfortable

at least that’s what matthew says when he gets jealous LOL

he genuinely doesn’t think he feels jealous because he doesn’t have any worry that whoever is talking to you is going to “steal” you away from him, but he certainly doesn’t appreciate anybody hardcore flirting with you

he can handle a “you’re so pretty” or an “i love your outfit” but if someone is persisting and he can tell you’re uncomfortable (both factors have to be present, or he’ll just let you handle it yourself) he will do his best to shut it down

but in the matthew way

so he walks over to you with a big smile on his face and starts talking to you like he normally would

“hey, babe, i lost you for a second”

whoever’s talking to you literally can’t keep going because of how nice matthew is

“oh, who’s this? it’s nice to meet you! i’m [first]’s boyfriend, matthew”

they’re gone within 2 minutes and matthew is feeling successful

he’ll probably give you a kiss on the cheek afterwards just to hammer home his point

he will, however, admit that he gets jealous of the other members lol

it’s mostly because he considers them his friends, though, so the idea that you’d be into one of them is scary to him

as a result, he gets a little wary when he stumbles upon you chatting with jiwoong at a party

BEFORE MATTHEW LEFT to go get a drink, you were sitting on the couch, playing a game on your phone. He planned to tell you that you could leave after he finished the drink, but when he returned, Jiwoong was sitting across from you, speaking with you.

The smile on your face was genuine, and you seemed overjoyed that you weren’t bored anymore. And, subconsciously, Matthew took it as you being happy that Jiwoong was talking to you, and not because you were glad you wouldn’t have to drag Matthew away from his friends anymore (which was the truth).

He sat back down next to you, sitting on the edge of the seat and putting his cup down on the coffee table. You smiled at him, and Jiwoong said his hellos, to which Matthew replied less than enthusiastically.

“We were just chatting about the new art exhibit that opened up at the museum. You know, the one we went to last week?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he said, taking a long sip of the drink. You raised an eyebrow, finally picking up that Matthew was feeling a bit jealous. “You planning on going again, or something?”

“Nope,” Jiwoong cut in, leaning back in his chair. “Actually, [First] was just talking about how much she enjoyed going with you, as you seemed to like it a lot. She said your eyes were sparkling the entire time.”

Matthew shut up quick after that, and you didn’t mention it ever again.

taerae

taerae’s jealousy is silent

you won’t know he’s jealous until well after the event has occurred

he might bring it up in passing weeks later and you’re absolutely dumbfounded

mostly because you had no clue

“you were jealous?”

“yeah, he kept staring at your lips and was getting super touchy with you. how would i not be jealous?”

you think about the interaction for hours afterward, you skim through all the memories, and you cannot figure out where he conveyed he was jealous

he’s so good at masking any negative emotion that when you manage to notice his jealousy it’s almost a little bit scary

you’ll be talking with someone, it doesn’t matter who, and you’ll look over at him for a second and notice this weird look in his eyes

and then you’ll be hyperaware of how everything he says has this sharp edge to it

little jabs that neither you or whoever you’re talking to would be able to pick up unless they were actively looking for hostility

lowkey it’s kind of attractive LOL

taerae’s usually the picture of “kind” so seeing him go into a lockdown mode is a bit fun for you, even if it’s barely noticeable

after the event that made him jealous he’s super touchy with you which is also fun for you

because taerae gives gooood hugs and is comfortable to lay on

so, long story short, if he’s ever jealous of the boys you don’t know until afterward

sometimes even weeks after the fact

and obviously when you were fawning over zhang hao after his violin recital, which taerae had taken you to, you weren’t exactly aware of the way he was staring at hao

WHEN TAERAE GRABS your hand about a minute into your drive, lacing all of your fingers together and pulling your hand onto his lap, your jaw drops. You turn to look at him with shock on your face, trying to find the words to say. “No way,” you gasped, putting your other hand over your mouth.

He looks over at you for a brief second, confused as to why you’re suddenly making such a big deal that he was holding your hand. “What? I don’t understand.”

“You were jealous? Of Hao?” you exclaimed, letting your hand drop from your mouth. “Why? I mean, he did well, did he not? Was I too complimentary? Do I need to reel it back next time?”

“What? No, you were just being nice. Where did you get the idea I was jealous?”

“You say that, but in a month and a half, you’re going to be like, ‘You know what made me super jealous?’ and then you’re going to drop three bombs on me,” you replied. “And this is going to be included. So, just say it now, so we can get it over with.”

Taerae blinked a couple of times, tightening his grip on your hand. “Okay, maybe I was a little jealous—”

You wrenched your hand away from his, clapping excitedly. “Oh, I’m a genius! I have a degree in Taeraeology now, seriously.”

“What in the world is Taeraeology?”

ricky

when ricky gets jealous it’s like not a competition

he just shuts the situation down

i mean he’s so tall and so gorgeous that anybody who tries anything with you is immediately so intimidated the moment he does anything, he barely even has to talk

he literally has a neck tattoo like that’s terrifying

as a result he does not have the time to get seriously jealous because anyone who’s flirting with you is sprinting away the moment they lay eyes on him approaching you

most of the time people don’t even try anything anyway because they see you with him before you’re separated

for the few that are willing to stand up to ricky, it’s pretty funny for you to watch

“[first], who’s this?” and you watch the competitor cartoon-gulp right in front of you

they maybe last about 15 seconds before they bid you goodbye out of pure intimidation like good for you ricky

if it’s one of the days where he looks incredibly cute and soft (you know what i’m talking about) things tend to go south because ricky is awkward and his strong suit is rbf

at which point you end up having to be the one to be like “okay, me and my boyfriend are going to head out now!” LOL

among the jebis the only one ricky is going to get jealous of is gyuvin and that’s because they’re the same age and very close

he knows gyuvin will never make a move on you but that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous when gyuvin is taking up too much of your attention

and he’ll straight up tell him to fuck off too LOL

riyangis i get you

GYUVIN LOOKS LIKE he’s about to burst into laughter as Ricky stands next to you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He never takes Ricky’s jealousy seriously, which you understand why, given the fact that they’re best friends, and he has absolutely no interest in you whatsoever.

“You should go home now,” Ricky insists, motioning towards the front door. “I think we’ve hung out for long enough today.”

It was partially your fault for introducing a topic Ricky wasn’t versed in, but Gyuvin was the only other person you knew had watched the show you were watching, and you were itching to talk about it with somebody who understood. But, you’d pushed it too far, and he’d gotten a bit upset that you were focusing on Gyuvin when he had barged into your date.

“Aw, but [First] is my friend, too.”

“And, if we were both drowning, she’d choose me over you. What’s your point?”

Gyuvin burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as he wobbled towards the door. You held back your laughter as best you could, nearly losing it as Gyuvin struggled to put on the pair of bright yellow Crocs he decided to wear when he walked over. He opened the door and slammed it shut, yet you could still hear him laughing outside.

Then, you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You laughed so hard that you also had to hold your stomach, and Ricky marched away from you, ignoring the halfassed apologies that fell from your lips.

gyuvin

gyuvin isn’t usually a jealous guy but he can get jealous, as opposed to hao and matthew who virtually never get jealous

when he gets jealous though it’s somewhat upsetting

it usually means something happened that wounded his pride or made him feel insecure, which you don’t enjoy obviously

so 99.9% of the time, if gyuvin is jealous, it’s because one of the members did something to/with you that he wasn’t super okay with

it’s never anything minute, like one of them liking an instagram post or something stupid, rather something happening under his nose

he loves and respects them a lot so the idea that they did something with his s/o without him knowing makes him super duper unhappy

and then he’ll start to think that there’s something they have that he didn’t, so he gets a bit insecure, too

but he absolutely will convince himself it’s not a big deal so then he’s just in an extra bad mood for the rest of the day

you usually have to squeeze whatever’s wrong out of him and, when you manage to, you feel really bad

because usually whatever happened to upset him was something you thought you’d addressed with him and/or thought he knew about

like ricky, he gets most jealous over things that happen between you and ricky

because you’re all close in age and gyuvin and ricky spend all of their time together, you’re obviously friends with him too

and, in ricky’s seasonal instagram wrap up post, he notices a selfie of you two in what he thinks was a hangout you had together without him knowing based on the background

it ruins his day so fast :( but you make sure to patch up the misunderstanding

GYUVIN HATES THE WAY HE FEELS as he gears up to speak, twiddling his thumbs while you sit across from him at the table, a frown painting your face. He doesn’t like it when you look sad, and he doesn’t like feeling this way or addressing that he feels it. So, when the time comes where he has to talk about it, it eats him up from the inside out.

“Did you hang out with Ricky? Without me?”

You immediately furrow your eyebrows, as if you’re confused. “Not that I know of? I barely even text Ricky outside of the group chat the three of us have. Where’d you get that idea?”

Embarrassed, Gyuvin decides to pull up the post, turning his phone to face you. You take it from his hands, bringing it closer to your face so that you can get a better look at it. Then, recognition floods your features, and your frown turns into a smile. “That was when we roadtripped to the beach. Not pictured here are you and Taerae, who were getting us coffee.”

Gyuvin snatches the phone back, feeling even more embarrassed. He zooms in on the background parts, ignoring you and Ricky, quickly realizing that the filter Ricky put on the picture made the water look much bluer than it actually had been, leading him to believe you’d gone on your own separate beach trip. Feeling the blood rush to his cheeks, Gyuvin smiled crookedly.

“My bad.”

gunwook

i actually struggled with this

on one hand i don’t think gunwook would get jealous easily

he’s a very reasonable boyfriend and has quite literally never wronged you

on the other hand i do think he would get jealous somewhat frequently

in the same way as taerae, it’s very quiet jealousy, but you will literally never know with him

he won’t ever bring it up after it happens and will just. move on

he also might get a little snarky with whoever approached you afterwards, but never when you’re around, so you are none the wiser

if you find out gunwook got jealous, you are finding out from other people, which you think is absolutely insane

one day you’ll be like cordially chatting with gyuvin and he’ll bring up this one time gunwook got super mega jealous over one of your guy friends and how it haunted him for months and you’re like ??? what

gyuvin is like you DIDN’T know? and then you learn about every single time gunwook has gotten jealous and then told him + yujin + ricky about it

apparently it was so obvious to the boys that hanbin literally asked him about it

you’re flabbergasted

so then you approach gunwook like “wtf is this?” and he’s like

“oh yeah”

what do you mean OH YEAH?

you’re actually so shocked

gunwook isn’t the type to get jealous of the boys though like that just straight up won’t happen

doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, how much time you spend with them, etc

he knows they’d never pull something with you ever so you could literally go on a remote vacation to the amazon rainforest with NO cell service with like hanbin and he wouldn’t give a shit

TAERAE WAS BUSY, which meant you’d dragged Hanbin along with you to go shopping for Christmas presents for the boys. You’d been dating Gunwook long enough that you felt like it was a good way to show gratitude for them, and Hanbin agreed to take you to the mall to get the gifts.

Of course, you couldn’t take Gunwook, because you were planning on buying a good chunk of his gift, too, which meant you hadn’t told him where you were going. So, when he called, you were somewhat apprehensive to pick up.

Hanbin, on the other hand, looked terrified.

“Can I come over? I’m bored,” he asked, and you held back the urge to laugh as you stared at Hanbin, who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“I’m Christmas-present shopping with Hanbin, actually. Sorry.”

Hanbin’s jaw dropped, likely at the fact that you just came right out with it, but you weren’t worried in the slightest. “Oh, okay. That’s cool. Have fun. Tell Hanbin I said hello.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

He hung up, and Hanbin’s jaw dropped farther. “He just…doesn’t care? Like at all?”

You gave him an inquisitive look, as if you didn’t understand what he was implying. “Is he supposed to?"

thank you for reading !

tags: @happysmileybee

#cinna.zb1 #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 scenarios #zb1 reactions #zb1 fluff #zb1 angst #zb1 headcanons #jiwoong x reader #zhang hao x reader #hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x reader #seok matthew x reader #taerae x reader #ricky x reader #gyuvin x reader #gunwook x reader #req

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astaroth1357 · 1 year

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The Weirdest Things MC has Seen the Brothers Doing

Lucifer: Sleeping, but like. In the most insanely uncomfortable positions just he just passed out wherever he was sitting/standing. They've found him asleep draped over furniture, upright against a bookcase, and even in the middle of the floor like a deadman. Guy needs naps.

Mammon: Literally anything he does with his money. It's pretty unhealthy, honestly. He has a whole shrine made of counterfeit Grimm that he has stashed away for good luck and he recites love songs while he cleans Goldie.

Levi: Whatever it is, I promise you that involves slutty cosplay, compromising position, and probably a camera somewhere. There is a reason that door is locked.

Satan: Anything he does whenever he's trying to be more "cat-like." Look me in the eye and tell me that he hasn't licked milk from a bowl at least once. You can catch him drinking from glasses this way too if he gets too distracted.

Asmo: He strikes me as the kind of person who does really fringe, psudeo New-Age body maintenance rituals like wrapping his entire face in seaweed or rubbing his whole body with crystals. Whether or not it works, it'll look really weird to walk into.

Beel: Beel just... randomly licking or taking a bite out of everyday objects to see what they taste like. If something has an appetizing color, he'll eat flowers AND the vase they came in without anyone there to stop him. MC has seen him ripping chunks out of a couch.

Belphie: Words just pour out of Bephie's mouth when he's asleep sometimes. Most of the time it's gibberish, but like a monkey with a typewriter occasionally he'll just spit out the entirety of Hamlet in his sleep for no reason.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost

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spermeboy · 1 month

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pairings: chris pratt x male reader

request: Chris Pratt meets the reader, who was an avid fan on GotG as a teenager (IT WAS 10 YEARS AGO. WHAT?), and is now working on a movie of simialr concept in the same studio compound that Chris is working on. Reader is just fucking fanboying, all cute and shit and exclaiming how much he loves Chris’s work. Chris, having been pent up all day and unable to do anything due to being stuck on set (which, if you’re comfortable, leaves him sweaty and musky), decides to invite the reader for a “drink.” Reader genuinely thinks it’s a drink. When a hotel door shuts closed, a handsome DILF kisses him, and he’s told to turn around so said DILF can eat (his ass), he can’t help but oblige. Plap plap plap ensues (I’m jumping off a bridge for this last part)

warnings: SMUT !, anal sex, age gap, cum drinking, musk and sweat, ass eating, implied cheating, accidental cum.

MDNI + FDNI !

When Chris walked over to you in between scenes, your heart had literally skipped multiple beats. "Hey, I'm Chris," he puts out his veiny hand for you to shake. You bite your lip and take it. "I know who you are, and I'm a HUGE fan," you blurt out and begin rambling about how you love every single one of his movies.

Chris' smirk grows bigger and bigger as he watches how you ramble on about how much you love him and his work, not thinking before you speak until you say, "You always help me get off-" Your eyes widen at what you've blurted out.

Chris' face turns from shock to horny in almost an instant. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "Meet me at the motel at 6, I'm in room 28, I have special drinks there." He slowly walks away while wiggling his eyebrows at you. You confused face turns into an innocent smile, when you realise he just wants to get to know you over drinks, "he is so kind." you mumble out.

After Chris' long sweaty work day, he arrives back at his motel for the night. All he has to do now is to wait for that sweet ass he's been craving from afar.

You arrive at the sleezy motel, knocking on your celebrity crushes/co-workers door. Chris opens the door, and a pugent yet seductive scent corrupts your nose, causing you to instantly feel horny.

Chris gently takes your arm and pulls you inside his run-down motel room. He wastes no time pushing his lips against yours, completely taking you by surprise, yet you're not complaining.

He pulls away from the kiss with a smirk, enjoying the way you taste, "turn around for me, baby." You obliged, wanting him to do whatever he wants to you. He rips your trousers and underwear off and spreads your cheeks to reveal your tight pink hole.

A smirk grows on his face, and he watches it pulsate for him. He wastes not time and dives right in, lapping up your hole coating it in his saliva. He tongue continues pushing against your pulsating hole until it manages to get its way in.

He has quite a long tongue, so it's enough to get in there pretty deep, causing you to moan against the door. "F-Fuck! Chris!" You groan out your body, shuddering at the feeling of his tongue against your hole.

Chris' cock has been so untouched by his wife that he hasn't released in weeks, months it feels like. "I am going to fuck this virgin boy-pussy" he mumbles while lapping up your hole. He stands up and pushes your body further against the door, pulling out his rock hard cock and rubbing it against your hole.

"Look at how it pulsates, practically begging for me" he coos in your ear before thrusting his cock inside you without warning, you whimper against the door.

Chris doesn't hold back either. He needs this, the way your hole is already tightening and milking his cock. He pulls you away from the door and throws you onto the bed, causing it to bounce.

"I've never needed someone as much as I need you right now." He moans out as he strips his top off to reveal his hairy chest and rippling abs. He crawls on on top of you, pushing your face into his sweaty armpit.

"Breathe it in, baby, don't waste the smell." he moans out in shock as you begin lapping up the taste of his sweaty pits. You moan against his armpits licking and swallowing the scent.

You pull away, "fuck me!" You moan out, begging him for more. He lines up his cock with your hole and easily slides back inside, his cock already wanting to release in your warm boy-cunt.

He accidentally shoots his load inside of you without warning, his mouth in an O-Shape as he gasps. You giggle slightly. "Is my boy-pussy that good?" You moan out as your cock stiffens from your continuous jerking, shooting your load over your stomach.

"Hey! Don't laugh cause next time, I won't quit after one accidental cum" Chris says directly towards you, licking the cum off your stomach.

taglist - @starboye @mailmango @ghostking4m

#chris pratt #chris pratt x male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #fanfic #gay #smut #male reader #chris pratt smut #chris pratt x male reader smut

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fandomxo00 · 2 days

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Cowboy like me - Logan Howlett fanfiction

Request: Could I request farmer old logan x pregnant young reader (like the photos of him picking up flowers in the field) Yn was a snooty and spoiled city girl but she fell in love with Logan during her vacation and ran away with him. With a lot of breeding kink, lactance kink and DomLogan, subreader

Note: Not into lactation kink but I love the rest!! omg i love old logan/slash hugh with a beard, getting dirty dirty thoughts grrr, smut and fluff below! farmer!logan x citygirl!reader

You sat on the outside as the sun came over the one of the further hills of grass. Your feet on the ground, slowly rocking the porch swing as you breathed in that fresh breeze. You saw Logan from afar, he was working in the barn this morning as he did every morning. Then he'd be out in the field for some of the day, but he wasn't the main owner of the land and wasn't the only employee.

Logan knew that he slowly dying, and that continuing to fight would wound up in his death. That maybe he'd have a chance of living longer if he backed away. So, he went out to find an old friend, giving him a plot of land to build a house on. The labor was hard for him but nowhere near gunshot wounds. Logan focused on the animals he was raising, learning about going out into the field. He had taken to the farmer life literally and he thinks that farming was the reason he was alive right now. He'd even traded whiskey for coffee, only having a drink on occasion. There wasn't as much out of a need for it, there was less pain that he had to numb. Though the loneliness started creeping up on him in the last year or so, thinking of meeting someone to settle down with. Even in his old age, deep down he had always wanted a family.

Then his friend went out of town, wanting to set up their house as an air b'n'b whatever the fuck that meant. That's when he met you, the first day you stayed you called about the wifi password. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was going to come over to help look for the box since his neighbor wasn't replying to his texts. When he showed up and saw a b m w he was slightly confused, before slightly irritated at the idea of this being some obnoxious city girl.

When he opened the door all the thought was, "Pretty." Feel from his lips as his cheeks heated up like he was a boy with a crush. That's what he felt like when he wanted a shiver roll up your spine as you blushed.

"Actually it's Y/n." You laughed. "Are you---?"

"Logan, yeah." He nodded, as you stepped back and invited him in. Logan's eyes widened when he saw the bags placed all over the living room. "Did you need any help with those?"

"Nah, I got it." You shrugged.

"Anyway, gotta find the wifi box." Logan hummed, as you nodded.

You had offered him some tea afterwards, he had politely accepted, intrigue by you. The two of you got to talking and wound up having dinner together. It was slow in the very beginning, though you'd talked into the late night neither one of you made a move. Though both of you grew fond of each other in the small amount of time. Logan's heart was open right now, and it seemed like you wanted to take it. He'd come over the next day with a basket of eggs, milk, bread and jam.

"Did you bake this?" You asked, inviting him inside. Logan cleared his throat as he nodded, while walking inside. "The jam-."

"That was from the local market in town." Logan confirmed as you hummed.

"This was very sweet of you."

"No problem, doll." He grinned over at you, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes lingered on his, the feeling making his heart accelerates as he spoke to you. Logan's eyes trailing to your lips, before he asked you to go on a walk with him before dinner tonight. You'd come out in a beautiful white dress, and boots. He smirked over at you, "Maybe you should change your shoes."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I have to walk around the city all the time!" You smiled over at him, as you lightly waved your hand at him.

Though 15 mintues into the walk you hit a rather muddy spot, something Logan suspecting happening. "Um, can you pick me up?"

"What now?"

"I don't wanna do this." You pouted. "My shoes are all muddy and keep sticking to the ground. And M'so upset that my favorite boots were ruined just because i wanted to impr-." You felt a flush come over your body, whether it was visible or not, you felt heat on your chest, cheeks and the tips of your ears.

"I was gonna say yes the first time, princess."

"Why don't you call me that while you carry me back to your house." You suggested, pointing over at his house that was just across the way. Closer than your house was at this point. Logan's arm wrapped around your legs and waist, making you squeal as he picked you up, giggly, while looking up into his soft hazel eyes. Your hand naturally coming up to his cheek, feeling the wirey hair of his beard beneath your fingers. Logan's arms tightened around you as he walked out of the bed, the cowboy boots he was wearing making it far easier for him. He tried not to drop you at the way you were looking at him, nearly made his knees weak.

When you got back to his house, you slipped out of your boots before following Logan inside "M cold." Logan walked over to the couch, grabbing a blanket and he thought about tossing it over to you. But instead, he walked over to you, shaking the flannel blanket out before wrapping it around your shoulders. Your bright eyes looked up at him, making his jaw clench as he kept his hands on the bed of your blanket. You licked your lips before leaning forward to kiss him, his lips met yours in a feather-like kiss. Hesitancy in both of you, from a slow blossoming friendship that was real hiding the real romantic tension between the two of you. Your hands come to the blanket, pulling it tight as you lean into Logan's chest, his hands moving up to your head, flattening his hands against your hair as his lips interlocked with yours in slow thoughtful kisses.

"You do this to impress all the girls?" You asked, as he chuckled against your lips.

"Whatta mean?" He husked, looking down into your eyes as playful grin spread across your face.

"The whole basket, going on a walk, charming the pants off of girls."

"Haven't done this in a long while, doll. To be frank, I'm trying to settle down, live out the rest of my life in peace and-then you walk into my life all sweet eyes and strong-willed." His hands move to hold up the blanket around your hips as you let go to put your hands on his chest. You felt the hard muscle under your hands, your eyes gleaming up at him with want and adoration.

"You asking me to settle down with you?" You laughed.

"No, but I'm saying I want something serious."

"Well I could look forward to that." You grinned, your hands trailing over his strong stomach.

"How about." Logan started, starting to back you up until you hit the table with an 'oompf'. "You sit and be a good girl."

"W-what?" You blushed.

"Can I taste your sweet little pussy?" Logan hummed, dipping his head into your neck as his deep voice tumbled through you.

"Y-yeah." You murmured, as he pushed you back on the table, the blanket falling around your body as his hands came the hem of your pants. Logan tugged them down swiftly, along with your panties, before spreading your legs out. He got down on his knees as his hands came to your ass. Pulling your cunt to his face so he could dive his mouth into you. "Fuck." You gasped, your hand coming to his hair to balance yourself, the feeling of his rough beard rubbing against your inner folds made you slicker.

"Taste so fucking good." Logan grunted, spitting on your sex, his thumb coming up to rub at your clit. His lips found your inner thighs, his salt and pepper beard creating a little rash against your skin as he sucked marks into your skin. His fingers dipping into your entrance, your slick coding his fingers as he slowly pulled them out to see your translucent arousal covering his index and middle finger. "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock." Your walls fluttered around his fingers as your hips relaxed in his palm, his hips rutted into the air. "You like that? Like imagining me inside you? Breeding your little cunt?"

"Logan-." You moaned, arching your back as the hand resting on your hip moved to cup over your breast.

"Sound so fucking pretty." Logan groaned the vibrations rumbling through you as you started feeling an orgasm well up in your stomach. The way his finger curled inside of you, rubbing the spongy part of you made you crumble while his tongue swirled around your clit. "Good girl." He hummed, his mouth coming down to your slit, licking up your come with a slurp before pulling back. Logan's large hand splayed out on your forehead, pushing back your hair roughly as your hand came to his belt. Your hands were quick before pushing his jeans back. Logan's hands came down to his briefs to pull them down before coming to lift your shirt over your head, not giving you time to see him. But then your eyes landed on his proud erection, his cock thick, veiny and pulsating. The idea of him filling you made your thighs clench together, you bet he'd hit every little place. Your hands reaching back to unclasp your bra as you fantaized about him.

The look in your eyes at Logan in a trance before he grabbed on to your roughly. Gasping as he filled you, before fucking you to the point where you saw stars. Claiming you with his words, his mouth on your skin and his cock bruising your cervix. "Gonna fill you with my cum baby, give you my babies." You moaned out at that, the sound long and wanton making him move faster and harder against you. "Fucking keep you fucked and bred."

"Yes-Logan fuck." You chanted.

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dalekofchaos · 4 months

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Not interested in LIS:Double Exposure

Okay I saw the Double Exposure trailer and I am not playing it.

Multiple reasons.

The Deck Nine IGN article. I will not support a developer that knowingly protected a bigoted groomer and allowed a Nazi to sneak in White Supremacist signs in the game.

Max learned nothing about the first game. Nevermind there is no Chloe, Warren or anyone from Arcadia insight(we'll get to that) Max apparently formed another codependent relationship that she couldn't let go to the point where she's fucking up reality by creating yet another parallel world. Either Deck Nine is entirely unoriginal or Max didn't learn a damned thing

That is not Max. If your defense is "she grew up" I got news for you. I've looked the same for nearly a decade. I've had friends while changing their aesthetic, they look the same. you don’t look like an entirely new person when you age, the new model looks nothing like max there’s barely even resemblance. Also I know, we all change our style as we get older, but Max's style was unique and it made Max Caulfield who she is. It didn't need to change. Deck Nine just Stephified Max. Was it really that hard to give Max bangs? Not just that. No freckles, eyes and eyebrows look completely different. This is not Max Caulfield.

4. No one from Arcadia Bay returned. It's pretty obvious Deck Nine is either keeping Chloe's fate a secret, but it's also clear they are trying to skirt around the issue of the endings without pissing everyone off. Feels like a copout to whatever ending you chose to give a new cast of characters. For the fans who wanted more time to play as Max and Chloe, I feel bad for you, I especially wanted to see Chloe again. So what the fuck was this supposed to be for then?

Though another point; why the hell are we supposed to be okay with the fact that Max is using her power again to save this brand new character we have zero previous connection to? Especially if the game’s gonna try to straddle both endings to LiS 1; seems very insulting to have Max be okay with doing it for a character we have no previous attachment to, but she’s left her girlfriend to die alone, thinking nobody loved her?

Also you had the perfect chance to make a fucking game that has Max save Rachel. I know I just did a tangent about Max not learning anything, but if you were just going to have Max use her powers again, why the fuck didn't you do it to save Rachel from a fate she never deserved? Godfucking forbid you give attention to Warren, Kate or Victoria. I just wanted to see these characters get some screen time, make cameos or give us SOME hint to what they are up to after the events of the first game. But no, we can't have that. We can't be given anything of substance for Warren, Kate or Victoria. Can't learn anything about their fates in the LIS 2 Save Arcadia Bay ending, can't find out Warren or Kate survived the storm in Wavelengths via talking to Steph during the storm anniversary and we can't see them again in DE. I know it's just a teaser, but seriously why even do a new Max game if we don't even get cameos from these characters? Knowing how Deck Nine is, they are just gonna find a way to demonize Warren to paint him like Eliot, regress Victoria's character and not even give Kate the time of day to mention. Jesus fucking christ, I just wanted to see Max and Warren Go Ape, fun Max and Victoria photodates and to see Max and Kate have one fucking Tea date. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR???

5. Deck Nine are literally just swiping DontNod’s characters for the purposes of chasing that brand recognition. It's just copy pasting lighting in a bottle and milking a cow out of this franchise. BTS was remotely successful because of Chloe and Rachel's relationship. True Colors is fun at first, but realize it's just a hollow imitation of the first game. DONTNOD's story was original, fun and unique. I had problems with it but it was still THEIR story on their terms and not developed from a place of corporate cynicism asking for preorders ASAP that come bundled with a box of tissues and bobbleheads of dead teenagers. Read recent interviews from DONTNOD and you can TELL they got burned by SquareEnix over this. I hope they can channel that into something with Bloom and Rage because I’d love to see them recapture that magic again.

I had fears of what would happen if Deck Nine ever got their hands on Max. And looks like I was right to be worried.

To be clear, I think making stories with someone else’s character is great and cool and it’s literally what fanfiction is and technically, MUCH of mass media now IS “fanfiction”. The difference here is DONTNOD deliberately wanted LIS 1 canon left alone, near as I can tell. But no, Square Enix wanted a franchise and Deck Nine was more than happy to milk the cow for all it was worth and Deck Nine has shown they don't understand DONTNOD's characters

The game looks like it's repeating everything about the first game, but none of the charm that made it great. It's beat for beat the same fucking game. Dead friend, murder mystery, but without the ambiance, charm or magic that made the first game good. Deck Nine is completely unoriginal, DE is a soulless cashgrab and their hyperrealism killed the entire essence of the game and its characters.

It's quite literally a copy and paste of True Colors, but with Max.

And when we just look at this. Double Exposure is just soulless. It's style over substance and I knew. I just KNEW that if Deck Nine got their hands on Max it would be half-assed and soulless shit like this. They dared to slap Max's name on a Steph lookalike and then just do True Colors again, but more hollow.

There's something just so disappointing about the change in art style over the years. The art direction in the first game was charming and now it just feels kinda soulless. The awkward chunkyness of the models really made it stand out but now it feels way too smooth

life is strange going from one studios passion project to another’s cashgrab is one of the biggest modern tragedies in the world deck nine they could never make me like you. All the charm of the franchise from the cartoonish artstyle to the episodical releases has been completely stripped away it’s just very disappointing to see.

This meme is literally Double Exposure.

#Life Is Strange #Life Is Strange Double Exposure #Max Caulfield #Grahamfield #Marshfield #Pricefield #Chasefield #Amberprice #Chloe Price #Warren Graham #Rachel Amber #Kate Marsh #Victoria Chase

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rizsu · 1 year

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itsy bitsy crush megumi fushiguro.

sum. megumi has a very one-sided crush on you + tries to court you ( failed ). age gap + for the plot he's 18 n ur 23.

the beginning.

perhaps it's nothing but a fleeting crush at the peak age of eighteen or perhaps it's his desire to feel a romantic love. whatever it may be, he knows it isn't going away any time soon.

you're five years older than him — he knows that. he's been nursing this crush ever since he turned seventeen. the chances of meeting you were entirely slim — as slim as the chance of seeing a blue moon. it all began due to being gojo's co-worker. you were tasked with the dreadful mission of delivering a stack of documents from nanami to him. according to sources, gojo secretly dumped his duties on nanami but nothing goes past nanami's radar. when this leads to that and you being the only employee without any work at the moment, naturally the mission flowed into your palms.

to introduce worse matters, the man himself was. not. home. almost as if he sensed that nanami would've got on him, he disappeared. had you known he'd pull this stunt, you wouldn't have stood for eons knocking and waiting for a white-haired-porcelain-blue-eyed idiot.

however, there was someone home. not gojo, but a teenager, megumi fushiguro. being caught off guard by the sudden knocking, megumi glued himself to his position. a carton of milk in one hand and a bowl in another, he pondered the consequences of attending to the knocker.

one: be the gentleman he is and open the door with manners.

two: turn every light off and sneak back into his room.

three: pretend it's just the wind.

four: call gojo and notify him of the new emergency quest.

either way, none of the options would satisfy megumi. he can answer the door but he doesn't feel like talking. if he ignores it he knows the knocks won't stop. calling gojo would either send him a voicemail or make him answer twenty questions about whether or not street-food delicacies would be perfect for dinner. no one wants to do that.

opting for the first option, he sadly covers the milk and drags himself to the door.

"hell— oh," awkwardly peeking his head out, he freezes at the unexpected sight: a woman. you don't look like you're here to deliver a package nor do you look like you're here for gojo specifically. just who are you?

"oh, hi! is gojo here by chance?"

nevermind, he should've known.

"no. don't know where he is," megumi shrugged.

"ah, well, can i leave these here? these are documents he's supposed to go through," emphasising on his duties, you slightly lift your arms to redirect megumi's attention to the documents.

"oh... they look heavy, come in." opening the door wider, megumi makes way for you to walk in but holy shit.

it's not like he can't hold a conversation but he literally can't. he purposefully kept his responses short. had he prolonged his speech he'd stutter through every word. never has megumi ever seen such a beautiful woman.

"i don't have a type." he once claimed but whatever type you fall under seems to be exactly what he's attracted to.

smiling at megumi's gesture, you dump the documents on the coffee table. nice house, you think. the interior's surprisingly aesthetic and clean. you'd expect gojo's dome to be a little... messy!

completing your gawking, you ready yourself to leave, "well, thanks for letting me in. i have work to do though, bye-bye!"

"wait—"

"need something?" you spin back, looking at the younger in confusion.

fuck why did i do that? freaking himself out, megumi composes his mind before apologizing, "sorry, didn't mean it."

you shape your lips into an 'o' shape, smiling at him again before leave for real this time, "stay safe, kid!"

mr. can't mind his business.

now eighteen, seeing you around became a regular routine. whether it was constantly delivering things gojo's purposefully ignoring or just seeing you around, megumi's eyes were always on you.

it's been a year and his feelings did not cease. rather, they got bolder. the tips of his ears easily coloured itself red whenever you were around. he still keeps the conversations short — actually, he keeps his replies short. megumi grew fond of hearing your voice. your voice to him is what a mother's voice is to a baby: soothing.

the attention megumi pays to you versus gojo did not go unnoticed. as much as it's funny witnessing megumi malfunction, gojo feels offended. megumi hardly listens to him but you? you don't even need to say five words. the moment he hears "megumi, can you" he's on his feet ready to move.

while gojo chose to not pester megumi with any questions, the urge is eating him inside-out. ever since megumi suddenly showed interest once your name was mentioned, gojo's curiosity has been more difficult to tame than taming an angry utahime.

it's decided. gojo will ask.

rounding the corner, he tip-toes into megumi's room to his bed, removing his headphones to ask, "do you like my co-worker?"

megumi freezes. was it obvious? are you dating gojo? is he in trouble? do you already have a partner? did something happen? a thousand questions yet no answer.

slowly placing his phone face down, megumi asks, "why?"

"i asked you first, fushiguro."

"and i'm asking you."

"okay but do you like her?"

"why?"

gojo pinches his nose's bridge taking in a deep sigh. dealing with megumi has never been easy. there's only one way to beat the demon-from-toji at his own game and it's lying: "well i was gonna ask her to come over for dinner."

megumi sits up, looking up at gojo with peak interest, "when? what time?"

UREKA! gojo cheers in his mind. megumi's reaction was all that he needed to confirm his thoughts.

"too bad. i was lying but we're having chinese for dinner."

"we..?"

"me and you alone you fucking love-sick kid," gojo shakes his head.

not having any of it, megumi throws a pillow or two at gojo. "get out."

gojo walks out victorious. he can't believe his son isn't a loser like the one before him ( toji ). he won't interfere; this shall be left in your hands to realize and deal with.

cliché elevator moment.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. he should've taken the stairs. the one moment he decides to be lazy, he's stuck in an elevator with you. for whatever reason may it be, you seem very talkative today. megumi stuck himself into an awkward corner. it's a safe distance away from you. every time you step closer, he shuffles away. megumi cannot and probably will not indulge himself into physical contact with you. so it looks like it'll be a happy social distancing!

"so what're you doing at the mall alone? shouldn't you be with gojo?" you question him after finishing your monologue about your day.

"i'm an adult now," clarifying — more like reminding you — megumi folds his arms and leans to the side, "but i came for some new clothes."

"ohhhh, what'd you buy?"

megumi points to the pile of bags near his feet, "couple of hoodies and shirts."

you stretch your eyebrows up, giving him a thumbs-up for whatever reason.

as the elevator dings, you ruffle megumi's hair before exiting, "see ya later, megs!"

"megs..?" whispering, he furrows his eyebrows. covering his lower face with a palm, he's in deep thought. the way you easily make him flustered shouldn't be. pondering and deciphering the reasons, it's only until the elevator closes to ascend again is when megumi realizes he missed his get-off. this really cannot be real.

business is business!

like every other night, you came over for dinner. it was originally going to be a dinner with gojo, nanami, utahime and you but... let's just say gojo is unfortunately gojo to two persons in that list.

gojo, for one, did not cook. he never cooks and neither are you going to so he found himself running around buying takeouts. to make his matters worse, delivery isn't available due to the coming storm. in the lonely rain, gojo needs to fight and dominate to get those takeouts. which leaves the best situation in-hand for megumi! alone with his crush? now is the time to confess, convince, and convulse.

"are you cold? i can give you a blanket," megumi asks, totally not offering his own blanket.

"yes please i'd love that. i'm shivering." you take up the offer, watching megumi disappear and reappear with a fluffy royal blue blanket. you wrap the fabric around you, thanking megumi and noting the scent of a familiar cologne.

content with your comfort and his very successful flirting skills, megumi's now left with one thing: confessing. trust, he would not have done this anytime soon but it itches him every night. if he doesn't tell someone he'll go insane.

"hey, can i say something?"

you stop trying to sniff out the cologne's brand, looking up at megumi as you nod, "mhm!"

fiddling with his fingers, he takes in a deep breath before dropping the bomb, "i like you."

one, two, three, five blinks later you process his words. now that he said it, it didn't take long for you to piece the puzzles and realize why he always looked feverish whenever you two were together. he was most likely blushing all the time. not knowing whether to say "thank you" or "aww cute" or maybe even "that's definitely a sentence" you open your mouth before closing again. you must think rationally. one wrong word and you'd crush his little world.

"well, i'm not sure what to say but megs, aren't i a little too old for you..?"

"i'm an adult."

"you're eighteen."

"old enough," megumi shrugged.

now you realize why gojo always complained about battling megumi. he's too good at answering back. cosying yourself into the blanket, you deliver a statement to him, "give me one good reason why i should accept you."

fist in the air, megumi raises his index finger, "one, i don't know" raising his middle finger, he continues, "two, please?"

you sigh, "megumi..."

"look, if not now then can you date me when i'm twenty?" he offered.

oh my god, you think. he's serious about this and unfortunately you're hardly ever serious. you really don't want to burst his bubble. "this is crazy."

tilting his head, megumi waits for your answer.

you straighten your posture, getting ready to spit out a solution, "okay, how about—"

"what's with this deadly atmosphere?" gojo questions, standing still with two hands occupied. holding a confused expression, he raises his eyebrows at megumi standing ominously yet looking as if he's begging for something. you, on the other hand, look as if you're getting ready to slumber. what even happened while i was gone?? gojo thinks.

megumi sighs, dragging a palm over his face. if there's another thing about gojo it's that he finds himself coming at the wrong time when he's never needed. just as you were about to speak he barges in. talk about rude.

"hi gojo," you wave at him before looking back at megumi. poor him. "megumi, i'll tell you later," you whispered to him.

isnt he just so pretty

#. ae-generated: jujutsu kaisen #megumi my nicklebutt porcupine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fluff #jjk fluff

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seafoamreadings · 8 months

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week of february 4th, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: if you've been hoping to boost your reputation, public image, career status, or social networking situation, this week is the week for it. you have mars action, 10th house action, and aquarian `11th house action all on your side. update your CV or whatever you need to do!

taurus: aquarian vibes tend to not be ones that come to you most naturally, but uranus in your sign for years has likely made you a little more comfortable with such genius/eccentric humanitarianism. this week is hyper-aquarian, so really lean into that developing side of yourself.

gemini: your ruling planet mercury flits into aquarius and promptly conjoins pluto. you'll need to get used to this occurring about once a year now for the next decade; it is odin-like psychopompic vibe. the huginn and muninn side of mercury and the ferryman. you now live in the liminal spaces in between here and the underworld.

cancerians: overall it's a great time to be a crab-sign! possible caveat: be careful with your money, taxes, investments, and any other shared resources. this is the shift in focus due to pluto changing sign. meanwhile, this week and actually for the next couple months, capricorn hosts ceres. this is a comfortable vibe for you in partnership, as long as your needs are well met.

leo: it's like everyone just hangs out in your 7th house now, as mercury makes its ingress into aquarius. this does affect your relationships in ways you haven't likely seen in ages. talk things out rather than rehearsing madeup scenarios in your head.

virgo: this week is astrologically busy so your entire chart likely teems with activity but something to consider especially is that both of your ruling planets (ceres and mercury) ingress into new signs this week. ceres heads for capricorn, so nurture your funloving side and don't get too bogged down in productivity or responsibility. mercury moves into aquarius, conjoining pluto at the beginning of the week, so you can effectively overhaul your daily routines or any diet plan or similar situation you have going on. make sure it works FOR you and you're not just dragging yourself along!

libra: while pluto into aquarius may not have necessarily been your idea of a fun time, now that other planets pile into that sign and there is a new moon there, you can really milk the fun parts of that house. no use sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, do something, anything, that lights you up a little bit. or a lot!

scorpio: you can set new moon intentions this week around your home, family of origin, or ancestral lineage for really good results. meanwhile capricorn and your 3rd house are busy so if you have letters to write, texts to send, or ads to post, this is the time to do it and if not, a journal can be really useful!

sagittarius: money and trade are a focus for you this week. there may be some challenges in this regard, but nothing you can't overcome with some effort. if you have writing or communication projects to work on, the new moon gives them a little shove in a good direction.

capricorn: people act like money is always a major focus for your sign and truly it can be. this week it goes double though due to capricorn+aquarius influences. building anything, literally or metaphorically, is also auspicious at this time.

aquarius: for some of you the vibe increases your life force and for others it can feel draining. it depends a lot on how you're handling pluto. getting used to it yet? mercury's arrival may help - some astrologers (but not all) consider it exalted in your sign. you also get a new moon this week, so you can do intentions and manifestations around your vital energy.

pisces: so much activity in your twelfth house can be emotionally stressful especially being that you are such a sensitive soul. try not to take any hardships that might occur personally, and whatever opportunities you have to be a miracle in someone else's life, take it.

#weekly horoscopes #weekly horoscope #horoscopes #horoscope #astrology #signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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kinkandkreep · 1 year

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T or A: Tokyo Revengers Edition

Ft. 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚, 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒊

So, tits or ass? Which is more appealing to our bois? Well, read on to find out! 🙂

(This should go without saying, but the boys are all their appropriate canonical ages here.)

Mikey: Tits 1000%

Mikey looooves tits.

The softness, the bounce, the weight in his hand and on his tongue…

He's obsessed

But! You'd never guess it

He's surprisingly adept at hiding his fixation, mostly on account of his responsibilities as a gang leader

They keep him preoccupied, mostly mentally, leaving him little time to focus on such distracting things

The fact that he can’t devote more of his time to focusing on tits though, does not diminish his love for them in the slightest

He’s actually been caught staring more than once, and each time Draken is there to metaphorically (and sometimes literally) smack him upside the head

When it comes to sex, since one of his favorite positions is reverse cowgirl, he usually likes to sit in his office chair and have you ride him, his hands gripping onto your tits and more than likely massaging them as he presses desperate kisses to any part of your exposed neck and back that he can reach

To be honest though, regardless of what position you’re in, he’ll probably have either his hand(s) or mouth on your tit(s)

Mikey also has a thing for cleavage

Actually, it may be more so a thing for teasing but 🤷🏾‍♀️

It takes quite literally all of his seemingly indomitable willpower to not let his eyes wander if/when you lean down and any boobage is visible

He looks like that one sweating meme

To go along with his appreciation for breasts, Mikey may or may not also have a lactation kink

WAIT WAIT BEFORE YOU SCROLL AWAY 😭

This is tied directly into his breeding kink

Ok now I know some a y’all for real finna scroll away and I’ma just let you this time ‘round cus I know 😂

The thought of your breasts swollen and filled with delicious milk drives Mikey up the wall and I will be hearing no arguments

This of course corresponds with his desire to see you round and full with his children

Oh my goodness wait dis tew much 🫣

ANyway, issa tit outta ten for Mikey MOVING ON

Draken: Is ‘bout equal, but with a slight edge towards ass

Draken has almost equal appreciation for ass and tits

But even just the visual of smacking or grabbing a handful of your asscheek just…does somethin’ for ole’ Kenny kins

Like it makes him feel a certain type of way that I can’t even really put into proper words

Just know it’s somewhere along the lines of possessive and proud

Like, you ain’t even gotta have the hugest ass around for Draken to love feelin’ you up

He’s appreciative of whatever you’ve got, and he never makes you feel any lesser for or ashamed of the ass you do or don’t have

Such a gentleman 😭

Funnily enough though, most of Draken’s favorite positions involve you facing each other, so he rarely fixates on actually seeing your ass, and instead he prioritizes the feeling

(This is because Draken is a very tactile person. Emphasis on visual stimuli comes secondarily to him.)

Going along with his appreciation for ass, Draken, perhaps naturally, has a thing for thighs

Related to this is his love for lifting you up and carrying you around

He likes to pick you up, hands grasping the fat of your thighs, your legs wrapped securely around his midsection as he carries you to and fro

And you might think “girl what, Draken can’t be bothered to tote somebody around he’s already had to do that enough with Mikey”

And to that I say UM excuse you?? Is you and Mikey the same person???

No?? Didn’t think so 🙃

Draken will even tell you he doesn’t mind carrying you and that he ENJOYS it

Hmph 😤

Let's move on to the next boy I done inadvertently got myself heated 😂

Shuji Hanma a.k.a “Zombie”: A shameless ass man

As previously stated by me, Shuji Hanma is an ass man

And honestly there’s really not much else to be said about it

He likes to grab your ass, smack your ass, bite your ass

He’s even into anal if I’m jus’ keepin’ it trill wit y’all 👀

Bro Hanma a fuckin’ freak 😂

There’s no special reasoning behind why Hanma likes ass (specifically yours) so much, he just figures he likes what he likes and that’s it

Which probably sounds super underwhelming for y’all I’m sorry 😭

But honest to goodness that’s all that comes to mind for Hanma

(BRO when I was typin’ this up I accidentally typed Handma instead of Hanma and given his hand kink that’s what I’m calling him from now on 😂)

Alrighty, on to our final boi

Baji: Another one who’s opinion of both is about equal, but this time the edge is toward tits

Ok, this is slightly unrelated but have y’all seen Baji’s canines?

I’m personally a big fan of Baji’s face and his teeth are very prominent fixtures…in it (??)

ANYway

Baji likes to drink from your tits too, even if you don’t produce any milk

He especially likes to nibble on your nipples

Mostly 'cus he thinks it's funny to see you squirm

He's another who likes to feel up your chest when he's given the opportunity, and he's also one who doesn't care how big your assets are

He's frankly just glad you have 'em 😂

He also has a neck…kink?

If that's how you say it 🙃

He likes your neck ok?

Marking it ('cus he definitely loves to mark you up), scenting it, running his tongue along your carotid and pulse points

Hol' up Baji might be a bit of a freaky deak too 👀

But anyway yeah, das about all for him

Welp, hope that was informative and I hope y'all enjoyed! Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments or share wit me in my ask box. 👋🏾

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #draken #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #shuji hanma #hanma shuji #baji #baji keisuke #keisuke baji

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Old man Terry slipping lactation pills in beloved's drinks and food and relishing in the way her body changes and her breasts become heavier, fuller, sore, bigger. I think he would do it as a means to control beloved and to obviously drink from it daily, believing it has benefits or something. When she lactates for the first time and is so confused, he feigns concern and gives her pills that he makes her believe it's for her health but it's to keep her producing milk. His good little calf.

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Of course it has benefits; mother's milk is the fountain of youth. Didn't you hear?

If Cleopatra could bathe in it, Terry Silver can drink it.

If it's good for a newborn, it's even better for an aging, power hungry Billionaire hellbent on quite literally latching unto and sucking dry whatever controlled and highly vetted source of health, longevity and strength he can like a vampire, and what a more fitting place for it to stem from than his very own beloved? Milk. It does a body good. A famous commercial from the 80's and 90's might come to Terry's mind as the idea occurs to him and of course the maintenance of a physique like his well into his sixth decade being alive doesn't come cheap (cheap, and not in the material sense, because Terry's more than willing to dish out cash) in fact, utilizing basic logic, it would be more and more complicated with each passing year; constant training, dedication, therapy, steam baths, devotion to the sport, very specific dietary choices. Yesterday, it was vegan screws and salads, but he so happens to find beloved's milk infinitely more appetizing, inviting and decadent to the degree he can and would induce their lactation through specific pills. Crushed in meals, crushed in beverages, crushed in a fine wine as they toast together over an intimate, romantic fine dinner for two. How very unassuming --- but he's here with an agenda. Terry Silver not only seeks rejuvenation because youth is the only thing money cant buy according to his own words, but he wants to consume in the general sense of the word. Consume beloved until they flow through his bloodstream, his organism, infused with his very bones; the things he breaks stone slabs with with such ease. The things he fights with. When he's in the midst of combat, it's like beloved's right there, alive and infused inside of his knuckles. You are what you eat, after all.

And of course, being Californian upper crust, he'd hear and see things.

He'd hear and see things for decades --- no doubt having participated too.

Celebrities eating their baby's placenta, Gwyneth Paltrow's beauty regimen that includes bee stings, Sandra Bullock's Hemorrhoid Eye Cream, Cate Blanchett's Foreskin Facials and Demi Moore's Leech Therapy. Hollywood's right next door. It would make Terry Silver's propensity for the strange and unusual almost seem commonplace; him drinking beloved's breast milk? Just another Wednesday in The Valley.

But, he cares. Of course he cares with every fiber of his being and his big, black heart. He tracks every change, every reaction, every sore and every bit of swelling surrounding beloved's body, perfectionist, control freak that he is. Their every complaint. Every bit of fluctuating transformation. Every bit of pain. Hell, he'd even bring in (a bribed off) doctor or ten to regularly check on beloved and quell any fears they might have by assuring them this is totally normal. It happens when someone's young and fertile; it is simply their concern he isn't truly surprised by because everything is going according to his plan and if he feigns anything, it's mostly innocence. But, Terry's far from innocent. This is him desiring to be one with beloved in every sense, consuming them, dominating them, wishing to take whatever he can from their youth and in equal measure, no doubt in mind it's a fetish too because the exchange simply turns him on. He is a dirty old man and he deliberately plays into it and just how very dirty and debauched he can be and that all by itself serves as a gleeful kink precisely because it's total filth. Total filth that totally amuses him. Perhaps even more so that he can expertly get beloved to actually allow him to drink from their breasts of their own volition to alleviate their pressure and pain they're feeling and have them thank him no less once it actually helps, perhaps utilizing a few well-learned massage moves of his as a gateway to everything that comes later. Oh, Terry the kindhearted saint, truly! What's best, beloved consented to everything of their own free will. Well, with some conditioning, white lies (in Terry's opinion) and slightly omitted details involved in the process, of course.

But, the ends justify the means.

Sooner or later, he'll sell the story to them in its entirety and have them agree to it regardless.

His good, perfect little calf indeed.

Not entirely out of the question he wont bottle samples and save them up behind a locked glass veneer in a specially refrigerated portion of his private wine cellar only he can drink from.

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Too Late part 3

Here is part 3 of Too Late a fic that was inspired by this board done by the brilliant @darkficsyouneveraskedfor, please check out her page if you don't already know her and @thezombieprostitute also a brilliant writer that you look in too in case you don't already know her either.

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Mr. Beckwourth was a kind soul. You came across him one early morning on your way to the university, six months into your escape, unconscious by the sidewalk. You didn’t know how long he had been there, but he did have a wicked gush on his forehead. Luckily for you and him, the milk lad was passing by on his way to deliveries when he spotted the two of you and recognised the old man instantly. Telling you to wait with him, the young man sprinted in a direction and came back with the man's neighbours, a foreign middle-aged couple. After telling them where you worked and asking them to send any news, you collected yourself and made your way to work.

You received news about him a week later. The poor man was robbed; yes, he was fine; no, he didn't see who did it. After some visits and friendly banter, you became friends and had a standing agreement that every Saturday morning, you would go out to the docks with Mr. Beckwourth to get his supply of fish and then help him sell it in the market.

You were busily accepting an order of salmon and herring when your stomach lurched. Surely you were mistaken.

Ever since you ran away from your previous life, you have lived in fear of a tall figure with broad shoulders finding you and dragging you back to those horrid people you called family. They would kill you if you ever went back home before you came of age, after what became of Darling Anne.

There was no way that a man like Sherlock Holmes would come to the market to buy his food. Unless he was in one of his cases, why would it bring him here? You had no clue; you just hoped that whatever it was didn't bring him to this point.

Oh, yes, you had followed the news discreetly (no point in letting those around you know you were literate.), but diligently. You knew all about him and his service to the crown and its citizens. Best not to test fate. I’ve come too far. Your thought was desperate as you dove below the stall and rubbed some fish guts on your cheek and head. I’ll have to spend some money in one of the washhouses with warm water then. Mrs. Acker will have a fit if I show up soiled again. You rose again with a cheery smile, despite your fear about whether you may or may not have been seen.

You were hyper-aware of yourself leaving the market. Once, twice, three times you could have sworn you were being followed, but when you stopped in front of a shop or pretended to turn in the wrong street, with a piece of paper in your hand to make it believable, you had either come across a vagrant or no one at all. It took you longer than normal to get to the washhouse, but it was worth the coin and your time. You didn't afford yourself many luxuries, but good ointments and oils for your skin, courtesy of the two nurses, who were just old school mates and the young governess who took care of some lonely boys on the other side of London at night, and a weekly wash—a habit picked up by your mother and father's stay in their respective corners of the east—were a must. It was, in part, also why you decided to help Mr. Beckwourth. Not only did you like the old man, it also gave you a reason to visit the washhouses once a week. The ones with warm and hot water were cheaper than the tepid tub that Mrs. Acker managed. Having one last look around, you quickly dogged into the washhouse.

It was closer to evening when you finally made it to the house. Exsusted, not only from the week of labour you had but from walking up and down the streets of London just in case your follower from last night or that nuisance Sherlock Holmes had seen you or at least suspected it was you and tried to follow you back to your residence.

Thanking Mrs. Acker for allowing you to take your supper in your room, you made your way up to what once had been a small attic workshop with a partial glass roof but was now a small room. You didn't mind it. The glass part of the roof had a hatch you could open in the summer, keeping the room cool. After all, who would climb to the roof to steal steel from a humble boarding house? And since the fireplace chimney ran through your room, it kept the winter chill out, despite part of the roof being made of glass. You liked the roof like this. It saved you on candles and gas for the lantern; it provided you with lots of natural light for you to read when you were in your room. And you always did love the sound of the rain.

All in all, it was a quiet place with its share of whimsy. You had fallen in love with it the moment you saw it. Yes, it was a hassle to go down a flight of stairs every time you needed to go to the washroom, but since it was on the smaller side and was in the attic, it did come in cheaper than the other rooms, which suited you nicely. After eating, you settled down for some well-earned rest.

You didn't know that on the other side of London, in an apartment on Baker Street, a tall man with wide shoulders and dark blue eyes seethed in anger.

It had been by sheer coincidence that he found you at the market. Watson had to do some hours at the hospital, and Mary, being heavily pregnant, asked him to help her with her errands at the market. He stood silent as you helped an older man behind the fishmonger's stand. You couldn't help but notice your still-smooth hands. They had thickened with what he deduced was years of hard work, but they were still fine with smooth skin. On the subject of your skin, that too was fine, smooth, and quite clean. It didn't have any of the telltale muck common among the more impoverished folk. He didn't see how you could afford the cost of regular baths in a boarding house, so it could only be through the use of the washhouses that you could keep so clean. It still didn't explain the softness of your skin and healthy glow. Sherlock only had time to quickly turn around before you raised your eyes in his direction. He was going to take advantage of his luck. It seemed that he would move his plans forward by a whole day and a half. Making sure that Mary was alright and excusing himself, he made his way to the first beggar he found near the steps of the market.

He was going to put his homeless network to good use. He would know where you lived by nightfall.

Nightfall provided him with nothing. Despite no less than fifteen of his best in the Homeless Network having followed you discreetly, you still managed to give them the slip, more or less where he had followed you last night. He grabbed the skull on the fire mantle and threw it angrily at the wall. He then shot the wall for good measure.

That sent Mr. Hudson into hysteria, threatening him about calling the Yard. No doubt Watson would have some choice words come Monday morning if previous fits of rage had taught him anything. He growled and threw more things at the wall opposite him.

Pussycat was in for a right spanking when he finally got his hands on her.

Pussycat was in for a whole lot more when he got his hands on her. A lot more.

Sherlock smiled in the darkness, clutching his violin bow in his hands.

#obsessed!sherlock #dark!sherlock holmes #reader insert #smart!reader

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