#and i’m 100% gonna get in deep shit for this

[angelsafa]

The only post you need to stop doubting.

Hi my loves,

Wdym you are not able to manifest that thing because some thoughts are popping into your head, and are making you doubt, and there's a voice that says that you are not able to do it???

Okay. Let's take a deep breath and relax.

You’ve been feeling like maybe your doubts are blocking your manifestations? Maybe you overthink a lot? Or you feel scared sometimes? Or you’re like "omg do I have to believe everything all the time or else it won't happen 😭😭"??

I got you my angel. I came here to save you hehe

First of all: NO. Your doubts aren’t ruining anything. The only way they “delay” something is if you start BELIEVING them. Like if you go “ugh I feel doubt... that means I won’t manifest” then obviously you're giving power to that version of reality. You’re choosing it. But that doesn’t mean the doubt is the problem — it’s your decision to let it be more important than what you want, yk?

The doubt itself? Harmless. Like a mosquito. Annoying but whatever. Just don’t feed it. That’s it.

You’re not supposed to feel perfect 24/7. You’re not a robot. You’re still pure consciousness, yes, but in a human experience. You get to have thoughts and still manifest instantly. You get to have doubt and still shift. You get to have fear and STILL BE THE MF CREATOR.

You think infinite consciousness is gonna get blocked by a lil anxious thought? Pfft. Be fr.

Now listen to me: You don’t need to believe in the void. You don’t need to believe in yourself. You don’t need to feel like you’re floating in a magical cloud. You just need to decide.

“I have this. It’s done.” That’s it. You decide, and the 3d shifts. Period.

And you already KNOW the 4d is the real reality, right? Sooo... you already shifted. The 3d just has to catch up. That’s literally all.

"B-but S-afa I-im scared the d-doubt is p-pushing i-it away..." My sweet angel. Let me say this lovingly: stfu. (not because I’m mean, but because I love you and you need to snap out of it). You’re too powerful to keep acting like a lost little sheep my sweet angel. YOU’RE A LION BABE. YOU ARE THE DESIGNER OF YOUR REALITY. WAKE UP.

The fear isn’t doing shit. You thinking “the fear is ruining it” is the only thing getting in the way.

Now. About the void, 4D, all that stuff...

Let’s simplify:

4D = your inner world. Your imagination. Your decisions. That’s what’s real. That’s what manifests.

3D = the mirror. The echo. The leftover energy (stop reacting to it. It’s not even real).

The void = your natural state. Pure being. No thoughts. No ego. Just the real YOU. When you’re not playing the “I’m this little human with trauma and fears” game.

Shifting = literally just choosing a different version of you and living from that. That’s it.

(Tbh I don't really belive in those terms because we are simply everything and anything all in one. But I use them so you my sweetcheeks understand it)

And no, you don’t need 100% belief. You don’t need perfect thoughts. You just need to say “I’m in the void because I said so.” And that’s it. DONE.

You think the void is a special club that only chosen ones can enter? My love, YOU ARE the void. You’re it already. You’ve just been pretending you’re not. Or maybe you forgot. Idk.

So... stop pretending, and remember who you truly are.

Be like: “lol okay yeah I feel scared and got doutbts rn but that doesn’t mean shit. I still get what I want. It’s already mine.”

You’re not affirming for fun. You’re not persisting for the aesthetic. And certainly you are not faking anything. You’re doing it because YOU ARE THE CREATOR and the 3D literally has to obey you.

You wanna manifest in the void? Go in. Say “I’m there.” That’s enough. There’s no waiting. There’s no test. It’s yours.

You wanna manifest in the 4D while still thinking random negative thoughts? Cool. Do it. Because YOU are the one deciding what’s real and what isn’t. And those couple of shitty thoughts won't do anything to the manifestation sweetie.

So now tell me, are you gonna keep crying over a thought that says "but what if it doesn’t work?" OR are you gonna laugh and say "anywayyy it’s already done so shut up?"

Your choice.

Now go be delulu, go script like crazy, go feel it, go DECIDE. Go live in the 4D like your life depends on it (bc spoiler: it kinda does). The 3D is just the old news. Boring. Let it catch up. (Or well, tbh it doesn't even need to because manifestation is instant lol).

You’re the void. You’re the imagination. You’re the power. You're everything.

So go and act like it!!

And I better see you out there ACTUALLY manifesting and not procrastinating!! Stop with reading the same information, that is just written with different words in blogs. You already know all you need.

Oh and I better read your success stories soon, you hear me my sweet angels?? Because you literally got this. Like you are the designer of your reality do you realize that??!!

Anyways, remember who you are, and you got this my loves!

Lots lots lots of love,

Safa

[r473n]

BLEACH SMUTFEST

DAY 3: DRABBLE CHALLENGE

Omg that was HARD! I cannot write short stuff but keeping it below 100 words was tough 🥲

I managed, although I had to delete 3/4 of what I wrote initially.

Below the cut 4 drabbles, 3 Kenmayu and one Mayuri x afab reader

NSFW so NO MINORS please

Kenmayu 1

Promp: "What? Right now?"

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Zaraki had him bent over his desk, hammering his dick inside him.

“Shit!” Mayuri exclaimed, taking out his soul phone. “I have to take this.”

“What? Right now?”

“Akon, what is it?”

“Then... I’m going to make you cum.” Zaraki whispered in his ear.

“What? Right now?” Mayuri couldn’t help but squeal.

Smirking, Zaraki sped up, hitting that perfect spot that drove him insane and tugging harshly on his hair. Mayuri’s speech becoming a mix of stuttered half words and hums as he came all over his cock.

“Captain... you ok?” Akon asked with worry.

“I'm... I'm fine...” he panted.

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Kenmayu 2

Promp: "Wow! I didn’t know you could bend that way!"

"Wow! I didn’t know you could bend that way, Kurotsuchi...”

“I need to be flexible to get to all the tricky spots when I do my paint.”

“Looks like your joints are about to pop.”

“Tch! I'm not made of china, Zaraki.”

“It’s giving me some ideas...”

“I didn’t know a brute like you could form those...”

“I could fold you in two, your calves by your ears and fuck you real deep.”

“Interesting...”

“Shoot my load so far up your ass, you can taste it.”

“Ugh, way to ruin the mood!”

“Oi, wait! Don’t leave me with this hardon!”

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Kenmayu 3

Promp: "keep that skirt on while I fuck you.”

“I hate you.” Mayuri grumbled, red in the face, re-entering their room dressed in a maid’s uniform. He tried to pull the stupidly short skirt down to cover his shame.

“That’s what you get for betting you could make me cum in less than five minutes.” Zaraki wheezed, his laughing fit finally receding.

“How long do I have to wear this?”

“Dunno. All I know is that you’re gonna keep that skirt on while I fuck you.”

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Mayuri x reader

Prompts: "Is that all you’ve got?" "That’s disappointing." “What a messy little hole.” “You can give me one more, can’t you?” "do it for science."

“Is that all you’ve got? That’s disappointing...”

Mayuri’s voice sounds muted by the deafening blood pressure in your ears and the buzzing of his fuck machine.

“What a messy little hole.” He comments grinning perversely, watching the monstrous dildo stretch you to your limits “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

You babble something incoherent, the overstimulation threatening to drive you insane.

He lines himself with your asshole. “Come on... do it for science.” You scream as he breaches you with one forceful thrust.

Beg as much as you wish. Mayuri’s experiments don’t end until he’s satisfied.

[dreamersneverlose]

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[kashverse]

Imagine someone making mama reader cry and minisukuna is just roasting who man her cry’s ass, while sukuna is trying to hold back from murder

i didn't wanna make the mamakuna's reading this cry, so have a bit of banter instead. i hope this is what you were requesting for!

rule number 1 in a sukuna family barbecue is to kiss the cook—aka mamakuna, aka you.

rule number 1.2? only babykuna and sukuna can kiss the chef. no exceptions.

but the most important rule—the one etched in stone, the one more sacred than sukuna’s secret steak rub recipe—is rule number 2:

never. insult. the cook.

so when yuki, choso’s plus one, decides to run her mouth at the absolute wrong time, saying, “not gonna lie, this chicken is kinda dry,” there is an immediate, deafening silence. choso, sitting next to her, freezes mid-bite, eyes darting around like he’s witnessing a live execution. nanami takes a slow sip of his beer, very wisely deciding he wants no part in whatever is about to happen. gojo, ever the shit-stirrer, grins and leans in. “oh-ho-ho, you done fucked up.” meanwhile, you? you just blink.

"oh?"

it’s just one word, but it’s enough to send chills down the spines of everyone within earshot. sukuna, who had been manning the grill (read: standing around looking important while you did all the real work), slowly sets down the tongs.

his jaw twitches. his veins pop. he looks two seconds away from committing murder.

"who made the food, yuki?" he asks, voice dangerously calm. yuki, still blissfully unaware of the shitstorm she’s just walked into, shrugs. "i dunno, the caterer?"

sukuna exhales through his nose, like he’s actively trying to keep his soul from leaving his body.

"your caterer is literally sitting right there," choso hisses under his breath, eyes darting to you. yuki, now finally putting two and two together, has the audacity to look sheepish. "oh. uhh…"

but before she can say anything else—

"DODOHEAD!!"

everyone turns to look at babykuna, who is fuming, tiny fists clenched, eyes ablaze with unwavering rage. "how dare you," she huffs, looking as offended as if yuki had personally spit on a framed picture of you.

"i—it’s not that deep—"

“SHAME ON YOU, POOPIEHEAD!!” babykuna stomps her foot, dramatically clutching her heart like she’s a widow in a soap opera. "mama’s food is the best in the whole world!"

"i didn't mean—"

"take it back!" babykuna demands. yuki blinks, caught between disbelief and fear.

"uh…?"

"TAKE. IT. BACK."

babykuna’s arm lifts. her grip tightens around the precious stuffed labubu in her hand. and before anyone can stop her—

"oh, hell no," sukuna mutters, finally snapping.

"you listen here, you ungrateful shit—"

"okay!" choso interjects, physically holding his brother back before this barbecue turns into a crime scene. 

"yuki," he hisses, “apologize before you get us both killed.” yuki, now 100% convinced she is not leaving this barbecue alive, raises her hands.

"okay, okay! i’m sorry!"

"say it like you mean it!" babykuna shouts, labubu still armed and ready.

"i mean it!!"

yuki, now sweating bullets, looks at you.

"your food is great. i love it. i’m sorry."

babykuna narrows her suspicious little eyes.

"hmph."

after ten long seconds of dramatic silence, she finally lowers labubu.

"...i forgive you."

yuki exhales in relief.

"but don’t do it again, dodohead!"

sukuna grumbles under his breath, still looking like he wants to throw hands. but then you, grinning, lean over and kiss his cheek. "down, boy," you tease. "i don’t need you getting blood on my good plates."

he grunts. “whatever.” but he still sends a glare yuki’s way.

“next time, i will let babykuna throw the labubu.”

[salvagemarch]

Natural High

joel miller x reader

662 words

part 2

summary: you’re the most insatiable, sex hungry woman joel miller has ever met. he decides if anyone’s gonna give you your fix, it should be him.

warnings: basically just porn with a rice grain of plot, fast paced, not proof read, manhandling, reader may seem kind of pushy but i promise joel is 100% into it, joel is old but unspecified age gap, unprotected piv, creampie

a/n: i’m sorry if this is bad. i needed to write something after that episode and i whipped this up in 10 minutes. this is really just therapy for me.

You’ve never been a one and done type of person.

You always got seconds of dinner, always bought three of your favorite face washes in case they sold out, always pet dogs you saw at the park a dozen times before walking away…

Made your creaky-boned boyfriend fuck you a hundred times before you fell asleep.

Your skin feels clammy and Joel pants heavily from his spot beside you in the unmade, sweat soaked bed.

“No more, honey. I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

You tried to sympathize with him, you really did, but the insistent throbbing and arousal coming from between your legs overpowered any pity you might have felt.

“Jooooel,” you whine out, “I want you over and over and over again. It’s not my fault, it’s hers!” You pointed an accusatory finger down south to your voracious vagina.

Joel sighed heavily and threw his forearm over his tired eyes. “If I give this to ya, will you let me sleep?”

You beamed at him and nodded.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your calves and held you by the backs of your knees by his forearms, his grip on you stronger than steel.

“You want it so damn bad? Take it.”

A whine is pulled from you as Joel folds your right leg to your chest and moves the same hand holding you down to grip the base of his cock, guiding it towards your heat. You whimper contentedly, letting him slide home into your body, your pussy giving him a satisfied squeeze.

“You’re too horny for your own damn good, girl. You’re lucky my dick is still attached to my body,” Joel scolded you while simultaneously pushing his hips forward, urging his cock deeper and deeper inside. You moaned away happily as the curls sitting at his pubis rubbed against your clit, forcing even more arousal from you until it leaked onto the sheets below.

“You like that, don’t you? Like tiring me out? Yeah, you fuckin’ like it…” He trailed off, pushing both of your thighs onto your chest, thrusting into you as fast as his overworked body could. Your eyes rolled shut when your legs began trembling, your hole clenching around his dick and leaking out arousal to accommodate him.

Your body never seemed to get used to Joel’s length, impressive as it was, and you yourself never got tired of it. The tip always nudged against that perfect spot, his wide dick filling every single inch of you. Joel groaned deeply and moved his hands down to your hips, bouncing you on his lap so you could work yourself on his cock. The new angle let you grind onto him, and you could feel another orgasm building rapidly in the base of your stomach.

“J-Joel,” you warn, “‘M gonna cum again, I-,” you whimper out loudly, feeling one big hand slide up your torso to cup your breast, kneading the plush skin and rolling your nipple between his fingers. His other hand snakes down to rub quick circles on your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.

You’re done for.

You rake your nails down his upper arms as your climax runs through you, making your back tingle and your legs lock up. A high pitched, strained moan is torn from somewhere deep in your chest as he continues fucking you through it, using your body to get off.

“There we go, baby, feels so good don’t it? Feels so good to- fuck, shit-,” he buried his sweaty face into your neck, groaning and biting at your skin while forcing his cock as deep as it could go. You whine weakly as you feel his cum filling you up, leaking out of you along with your own juices. He panted heavily in your ear before his body relaxed and dead weighted like a blanket on top of you.

“Joel?” You whisper.

“Hm?”

“…Can we go again?”

[webbluvrsugar]

as much as i LOVE subby soft ethan i have to remind myself that that man is a deranged psycho killer and he would 100% be rough during sex at times. maybe he’s tense about the plan to get rid of sam and tara, maybe he’s angry at his dad, who knows! hair pulling, spanking, deep thrusts, you name it 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

a/n: I TOTALLY GET YOU!! Especially because I’m a fan of dominant men myself!! When he offended Tara I was like: :o

Ethan’s usually pretty calm, but when he’s angry… poor pussy will need help after it.

You don’t know what happened exactly for him to be this angry, you just know he mentioned something about a stupid comment chad made — which was a lame excuse because really, he just failed on blowing Sam’s brains off and the first thing that came up to his mind when he got clean of all the blood was you — but you didn’t question it, you never do, that’s why likes you, you believe everything he says, and he’s normally gentle and sweet during sex, but today especially, he’s just not feeling it.

He’s got your ass up and your face down and slammed into the sheets, completely muffling your face and voice because right now, wether you like it or not, your just a toy, something to get his stress off, and you can tell he really needs to blow off that steam by the way he’s gripping your hair, grunting and ramming into you intensely, rambling about something you can’t hear because you’re too focused drooling on the sheets, rolling your eyes back.

“And — And he’s so annoying, he always thinks everyone loves him, that he’s the best,” he mutters, one hand going down to caress your ass before he delivers a spank on it. “Well he’s not.” He groans, pushes you into the bed as he thrusts deep.

“Shit, you’re tight.” He notes, a smirk on your face that you can’t see but can hear, your hands gripping onto the headboard.

“You like this.” He rams into you harder, the slapping sound of skin and your continuous moans are the only things that can be heard in the room asides from his voice.

“Didn’t know you’re a little slut too.” Too? You have no idea who he’s talking about, but you don’t care, you just squirm away as you feel yourself closer and closer, he pulls you back by your hips, angrier.

“No — no, you’re gonna stay right there.” It’s a command, followed by grunt that escapes the back of his throat. “And be the little perfect bitch you are.”

You should be offended by his words, but it only gets you wetter as he pulls you up and flush against his chest to get you closer to him — how considerate — , your eyes shoot open, your back arches and moan his name.

“Just.” Thrust “Like.” Thrust. “That.”

taglist: @babygorewhore

[houseofaegon]

SKINNY DIPPING pt. 3 ✩ Wally Clark

Pairings: Wally Clark x Fem!reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. very slow burn. semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, heavy sexual tension, explicit dirty talk, praising, degradation, skinny dipping in a public pool, possesiveness/jealousy, light choking, rough gripping & mandhandling, overstimulation, wally being a cocky little shit and very possessive, kinda dom!wally, risk of getting caught, begging, breeding kink. wally whimpering???? (god have mercy)

Summary: For what feels like an eternity, Y/n and Wally have been nothing more than just friends. but that changes one reckless night when they decide to cross skinny dipping off their "100 things to do before crossing over" bucket list. Teasing and meaningless flirting turn heated, and the tension that has been simmering between them finally snaps. Under the moonlit water, boundaries blur, and their friendship is completely wrecked, in the best possible way.

Author's note: this is part 3!! part 1 and 2 are linked below! thank you so much for the love!! I'm so glad you guys liked this small series. I'm so sorry I took so much to finish this oh my god. university has been killing me lately lol but here is part 3! i might make more one shots like this with wally cause I love him so much.

Word count: 2209

Song choices: lose control - teddy swims, tear you apart - she wants revenge, closer - nine inch nails, flawless - the neighbourhood, do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys, TiO - zayn, again - noah cyrus.

masterlist. part 1. part 2. part 3

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Your entire body trembled as his fingers moved harder, faster, making your entire world narrow to the feeling of his fingers against your aching core.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath coming in gasps, but you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t. Not when you were falling apart in his hands.

Not when you felt so good pressed against him.

So fucking good.

"And now, baby?" His tongue brushed over your lips, slowly. "Now you're gonna find out exactly what happens when you push me too fucking far."

The water swayed around you, rippling from the way Wally had you pinned against the smooth tile of the pool’s edge, his body pressed so tight against yours that there wasn’t a single inch of space left between you.

His breath was hot against your lips, his fingers working you in slow, devastating circles. Your body trembled against him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"You're shaking, baby." His voice was dark, thick with satisfaction, his free hand gripping your hip so tight. "And I've barely even started."

You dropped your head back against the wall, a desperate whimper falling off your lips. He was teasing you, holding you right on the edge, his fingers slipping lower, pressing, dragging, barely dipping inside of you before pulling back—just enough to make you lose your mind.

More. Please, God. More.

“Wally,” you gasped, hips bucking against his hand, a desperate pleading sound.

But he only chuckled, dark and rough, his lips ghosting over your jaw. “No, no. You don’t get to rush me. Not after everything you’ve put me through. You’re gonna take everything I give you, exactly how I fucking want.”

His fingers pushed in deep, stretching you, making you arch against him, a broken moan slipping from your lips. He swallowed it with his mouth, his kiss rough, messy, nothing but teeth and tongue and desperation.

And then—he slammed his fingers inside you.

You cried out, back arching, water splashing against the pool’s edge as his fingers curled, dragging slow, torturous strokes along your inner walls, his thumb pressing deliberate circles against your clit.

Oh my god.

“Wally,” you gasped again, this time more desperate, your entire body tightening as heat coiled low in your stomach. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

But he didn’t stop.

“Gonna what?” His voice was pure sin, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Come all over my fucking fingers? Soak my hand while you scream my name? Say it.”

A sob tore from your throat as pleasure ripped through your entire body, making you convulse, your legs trembling. Your moan was so loud he clamped a wet hand over your mouth, groaning as he felt you tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck,” he growled, his forehead pressing against yours. “That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl.”

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Before you could even catch your breath, he dragged his fingers out of you—slick, messy—lifting them to your lips.

“Open,” he ordered.

And when you obeyed, sucking his fingers deep into your mouth, his eyes darkened, his cock throbbing against your stomach. He pinned you tighter against the tile; he panted against your skin. His fingers still in your mouth, your tongue lapping at them hungrily, and fuck—he felt it. The heat, the desperation, the way you sucked his fingers deeper like you were trying to drive him insane.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured, voice wrecked with lust, his free hand dragging up your thigh, squeezing, gripping, spreading you open beneath the water. “You look so good like this. So desperate. So fucking mine.”

His fingers slipped from your mouth with a wet pop, trailing down your chin, smearing your juices and saliva across your skin. He gripped your jaw, forcing your head back against the tile, his eyes devouring you.

"You wanted to tease me?" he rasped, his voice low. "Wanted to push me until I fucking broke? Well, baby—”

His fingers trailed down your throat, over your collarbone, until he was cupping your breast, rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, making you gasp. He pinched, just enough to make you whimper, to make you need more.

"You like pushing me, don't you?" He gripped your breast tighter, his thumb flicking over the hardened bud, making you arch against him. "You like watching me lose my fucing mind over you."

"Yes," your voice a breathless mess, but you still smirked, your eyes filled with lust. Oh, you were loving this. You loved seeing him like this. Feral.

His growl was dark, dangerous, with pure need. His other hand moved lower, spreading you again under the water, his fingers teasing, pressing, torturing.

"You love this, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, making you shiver. "Love making me want you. Love knowing you drive me fucking insane."

His fingers ghosted over your soaked folds, barely touching, just enough to make your hips jerk. Your body was on fire, every nerve screaming, every part begging for more. He knew it. He could feel your body trembling in his arms. And still, he didn't give in.

He wanted to teach you a lesson.

"I could do whatever I want to you right now," he whispered, his lips dragging along your jaw. "And you'd let me. Wouldn't you, baby?"

You swallowed hard, nodding, breathless. "Yes. Fuck—yes.”

His smirk was sinful, dripping with possession. “Then say it.”

Your mind was a mess, wrecked, clouded with nothing but him. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. “There you go, baby, such a good girl.”

His fingers pressed harder against your entrance, teasing, circling—but not pushing inside. You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate, needy.

“Poor baby,” he cooed mockingly, his tone dark, so damn cruel. “So fucking desperate. You need me, don’t you?”

“Please,” you whimpered, your body trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Wally—please.”

"Please what, baby? Use your words."

"Need you inside me." Your voice was wrecked, raw with desperation.

He tsked, shaking his head. “Not good enough.” His fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance, dragging slick, lazy strokes against your soaked folds. ���You need me where?”

You groaned in frustration, your head falling back against the tile. “Inside me. Deep inside me. Please.”

"That's better," he murmured approvingly. "See how easy that was?" He slid his fingers inside you, stretching you open, slow, teasing, his thumb circling your clit in lazy, torturous strokes. “You’re fucking dripping for me. Been waiting for this, huh? For my cock to fuck you until you're begging for me to stop?”

Your entire body trembled, heat coiling low in your stomach, overwhelming, unbearable. “Yes—fuck—please.”

He pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss, before gripping your hips and flipping you, pressing your chest against the wet tile. His breath was hot against your shoulder, his cock grinding between your thighs, teasing you, taunting you.

“You wanted to play?” His voice was pure sin, dripping with dark amusement. “Now, sweetheart, you’re gonna shut the fuck up and fucking take it like the good girl that you are.” He lined himself up, his fingers digging into your hips. “And you’re gonna fucking thank me for it.”

Then, with one devastating thrust—he slammed into you.

Your entire body jerked forward, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as he filled you, stretched you, made you take every thick inch of him in one deep stroke. The water rippled violently around you, waves crashing against the pool’s edge, your bodies colliding with pure, reckless need.

“Fuck,” Wally groaned, his fingers bruising against your hips. “You feel so goddamn good. So tight, so fucking perfect.”

Your nails clawed at the tile, trying to hold yourself up as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips sending a shockwave through your body. He wasn’t holding back—wasn’t teasing anymore. This was raw. Desperate. Dominant.

His lips ghosted over your shoulder, teeth scraping your skin before he bit down, hard enough to make you whimper. “This what you wanted?”

You could barely breathe, barely think. “Yes—fuck—yes.” Every nerve was on fire, every muscle clenched tight, and all you could think was: more, more, more. You needed more.

His chuckle was low, sinful. “Such a dirty girl. Wanted my cock so bad, didn't you? All you needed to do was ask, baby.” He slammed into you again, harder this time, deeper, the force making you gasp. "But you didn't ask, did you, baby? You fucking teased me until I couldn't hold back any longer. You wanted this the entire time, you little minx. Wanted me to fuck you senselessly."

He drove into you again, deeper this time, his cock slamming against your cervix, making you cry out. The force of it made your head spin, your vision blurring at the edges. You felt him, every inch of him, inside you, stretching you, filling you, claiming you, a possessive, almost desperate grip.

“So fucking good,” he panted, his voice rough with need, his breath hot against your neck. He began to move faster, harder, his hips bucking against yours, the rhythm relentless, unforgiving.

Your head lolled forward, your hair falling over your face, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He was pushing you to the edge, driving you insane, and you were letting him, wanting him to.

“Wally,” you moaned, his name a desperate plea, a raw, untamed sound.

"You like it like this, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out, making you whimper at the sudden loss, his hands manhandling you with such ease, turning you around so that you're looking right at him, his eyes dark and possessive. "Fuck, baby. You take me so fucking well." He grabbed your thighs, lifting them a little bit more, and slammed inside you again, deeper this time, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his fingers gripping your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, dilated, filled with a raw, feral hunger that made your heart pound against your ribs. "Look at me while I fuck you, while I make you mine."

He began moving harder, each thrust deliberate and powerful, his eyes locked on yours.

"Tell me you're mine," he commanded, his voice rough, his grip tightening on your jaw. "Tell me you belong to me, baby. Please."

"Yours," you gasped, your body arching against his. "Only yours."

“Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. “Give it to me.”

And you did. Your body clenched around him, your muscles spasming, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over you, making you see stars, a raw, sensual ache. You cried out his name, your voice echoing in the night, your body convulsing around him.

He groaned, his own release building, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate. He slammed into you one last time, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, the feeling of him spilling inside you, hot and thick, made you whimper.

He collapsed against you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged and uneven. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, just held each other, breathing heavily, the silence broken only by the sound of the water lapping against the pool’s edge.

Then, slowly, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his gaze intense. “What did we just do?”

He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, a gentle, almost hesitant touch. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice, your breath still catching in your throat. "I… I don't know," you whispered, the words barely audible. "Are you?"

He let out a shaky breath, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "I don't know," he admitted. "I'm not... But I think I'm okay with that." He paused, his gaze searching yours, looking for any signs of guilt, regret, or even fear. "God, you feel incredible," he murmured. "I think I might be addicted to you."

"We shouldn't have done this," you whispered.

He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "Maybe not," he admitted softly, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. "But fuck, I can't regret it. I don't, baby, I promise. Not even for a fucking second."

"Wally," you whispered, your voice trembling. "What if we just ruined everything?"

He leaned closer, his forehead gently resting against yours. "Then we'll figure it out. And we'll do it together." His voice softened, yet the intensity remained, a promise buried deep in every word. "You're not losing me. No matter what happens, I won't let this break us."

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart ache and flutter all at once. Your fingers traced along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your fingertips. "Promise?"

His gaze darkened, serious and unwavering. "I promise. I promise. I promise. God, I swear," he murmured fiercely, sealing the promise with a lingering kiss. "It's you and me, baby. Always."

[urmum-lovesme]

Omg the Bunny series is so good. Poor girl though, she has to handle to much. Imagine how her birthdays would go😭

Thank you so much my sweet! Just thinking about Bunny's birthday makes me really upset for some reason, because as someone who thinks they're so important and loves to celebrate them, I feel like she'd feel completely the opposite of that when it comes to herself...

I feel like Y/N wouldn’t even expect much, you know? Like, she wouldn’t even mention it, she’d probably just work like it’s a normal day to be honest, but I do think that Sofia would wish her happy birthday and get her something small. Sofia's a good friend, she pays attention and she’s noticed how Y/N always borrows the same lip gloss. So on Y/N’s birthday, she doesn’t make a big deal out of it. She just casually slides a tiny gift bag across the counter when they’re both on shift at the club. 

“Happy birthday to the bestest friend ever.”

And Y/N would pull the bag to her surprised cause when she was younger (even now when I come to think of it) she never ever got presents- never. She's the oldest and she always had to make sure she had something small for JJ but for her, there never was anyone who did that- jj was too young and Luke, he simply did care enough. So when she peeks inside and it’s that exact lip gloss she always steals, she swallows hard. She looks up at Sofia, and Sofia just smiles, tossing an arm around her shoulders. 

“Don’t get weepy, it’s just a little something.”

I think after her shift, she'd come out to her car and JJ's standing there leaning against the bonnet and he’d be so casual about it at first like just holding his hands out like

"Yo birthday girl!"

And she'd just roll her eyes going straight into his hug and he'd be teasing her like,

“Damn, you’re getting old,”

She’d 100% shove him back playfully and give him some half-hearted comment like "gee, thanks." Then he drags her away, driving her out to their spot on the beach and they walk out onto the soft sand sitting by the water. OH and hes also gone and snabbed a six-pack (even though she’s not much of a drinker) and a tiny cake he stole from Heyward’s- well he told Pope and he didn't say no, so is it really stealing... ? And instead of some big speech, he just plops down in the sand and pulls out two forks, handing her one.

"Figured you wouldn’t wanna go home tonight- so happy birthday... ya old fart.”

Now she just shakes her head with a small laugh, feeling that lump in her throat. Because this is what she actually wanted. They'd be sitting there and start reminiscing, side by side their legs stretched out in the sand, passing the cake back and forth with their forks. At some point, JJ would lean back on his elbows, looking up at the now deep orange sky and be like, 

"Remember when we first found this place?"

And she’d laugh lightly, licking some frosting off her fork, "Yeah. We were trying to run from that old guy who caught us sneaking beers from his cooler."

"Dude, he chased us for, like- half a mile and he was literally morbidly obese. Thought we were gonna die."

JJ's comment would literally set her off and she'd be cackling, stomach cramping from how hard she's laughing. And he just have this stupid wide smile on his face cause he loves when she can just stop thinking all the time- and he loves seeing his sister just being like any other girl her age, completely carefree. She'd notice his little shift and she nudges him with her shoulder.  Then maybe JJ, in a rare moment of sincerity cause we all know hes not the emotional speech sort of guy, looks at her and goes, 

"I know we’ve been through a lot of shit but... I’m glad I had you through it."

And she swallows thickly, staring at the waves so she doesn’t have to meet his eyes cause she's worried that he'd see the thick emotion plaguing her eyes. 

"Yeah. Me too."

It’s nostalgic because as much as they’ve always had each other, they’re growing up they both know things won’t always be like this. Now, imagine JJ starts shuffling around and shoves his hand in his pocket before pulling something out and handing it over to her. It’s a small seashell pendant on a thin leather cord. Something he found on the beach, cleaned up, and turned into a necklace because it reminded him of her. It’s nothing fancy, but to her?

It’s everything.

And when he hands it to her, all casual he'd try play it off cool be like, “It’s not much, but… I just thought you should have something, you know? For once.”

And although he's trying to seem so nonchalant, his heart is thumping heavily in his chest, because what it she doesn't like it? She’d just stare at it in her hands, fingers tracing over the details, and then she starts blinking rapidly, trying to push away the sudden sting behind her eyes, and she breathes out a quiet, 

“Jay…” 

But she doesn’t even know what else to say. JJ shrugs, trying to play it off like it’s nothing. 

“It’s dumb. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to—”

But she’s already literally launching herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as she hugs him tight. And JJ freezes for a second before smiling, squeezing her just as tight and she whispers, as though once again that little girl that never got anything for her birthday,

 “Thank you- I love it”

😭

[cloversplace]

“Pony was being dramatic!” “Darry only hit him once!” “You’re telling me Darry never hit him before?” “Johnny gets hit everyday at home and doesn’t complain!”

Shush. Just, stop for a minute. I personally think that Pony’s reaction to getting slapped was justified, and it angers me a little sometimes when people chalk it down to just him being a brat. Ponyboy already thinks Darry doesn’t want him around, Darry’s constantly on Pony for every little thing, being hard on him to keep him from getting taken away. Hitting him is one thing that would get Pony taken away faster than anything else, in doing this, Darry’s accidentally sending Ponyboy a message: He doesn’t just not want him around, he wants to get rid of him as quickly as possible. 

“Oh but Darry probably hit him a lot when they were kids!” EXACTLY. When. They. Were. KIDS. Darry 100% slugged Pony a couple times bc he was being a little shit, but Darry’s stuck halfway between being a father and a brother. He’s not just Pony’s brother anymore, he’s his guardian. Pony explicitly says that no one in his family hit each other, including their parents. Pony says Darry looks exactly like their dad, in that moment, Pony can’t imagine his father hitting him. If his parents had still been alive and his father had hit him instead of Darry, Pony would’ve had the same reaction. Pony’s in shock, when someone is hurt they go into fight or flight, Pony is a track star, and also kinda scrawny. (no offense Pony) He’s gonna choose to run instead of try to fight back. Because in his mind, if Darry hit him once, who’s to say he isn’t gonna do it again?

Now onto Johnny, yes Johnny has it way, way worse at home than Pony does. But he’s also used to it, it’s sad, but true. Johnny’s used to being hit by his parents, Pony isn’t. The first hits are always the worst. We see that in Tex and The Outsiders. There’s no doubt in my mind that Johnny acted like Pony did when he was younger, when he wasn’t so used to his parents hitting him. If Darry continued to hit Pony, Pony would eventually start to act like Johnny. Learn to take it. I also don’t think that Johnny was mad/annoyed with Pony for acting like he did. Maybe Johnny was a little jealous when Pony used to complain that Darry hated him. But that was before Darry hit him, Johnny’s probably a little mad at Darry too, being honest. Darry’s supposed to be the one holding them together. The one refuge most greasers on the East side have. Johnny probably knew deep down that Darry was scared and most likely felt bad and won’t do it again. But you still don’t hit people when you’re scared. Johnny has never been hit out of fear, every time his parents beat on him it’s out of anger. You hit out of anger, you fight back out of fear. 

So no, Pony didn’t deserve to be slapped. He wasn’t asking for it. They lost their parents less than a year ago. Darry is 20 years old for fuck’s sake! I bet some of you reading this right now are either older than that or only a year or two younger. 20 is arguably still a kid, and 20 should not be the age to take on two jobs, maintaining a house, and taking care of two teenagers, plus 4 other teens and oh, I don’t know, almost everyone in eastern Tulsa? That’s too much to ask of anyone. Even if Pony was being a little shit (which he usually is, but in the argument that night I would say Darry kind of instigated it more, at least in the book/movie) that still doesn’t mean he deserved the hit, or shove, in the movie’s case. 

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, I really needed to just put that out there. I’m seeing so many people ratting on Pony for the way he acted, especially comparing him to the way Johnny is treated at home. Which isn’t fair in my opinion. Thank u for listening! 💜

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[steddieas-shegoes]

not while i’m on my knees

for @corrodedcoffinfest popup event prompt ‘lust’

rated e | 666 words | cw: sexual content, semi-public sex | tags: established relationship, famous corroded coffin, love confessions, blow job, hand job, interrupted sex

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Eddie bites back a moan as Steve’s tongue does something magical around his dick. They’re in the bathroom of the dressing room for the opening show of Corroded Coffin’s tour and the guys aren’t even 15 feet away. They’ll hear any noise louder than a whisper.

Eddie’s never quiet when Steve’s mouth is on him. Or when his cock is inside him. Or when his hands are-

“Jesus!” Eddie exclaims as Steve manages to take him all the way, the head of his cock hitting the back of his throat. “Shit, Stevie.”

Steve pulls off and holds a finger to his lips. A reminder, but one that won’t be enough if Steve keeps pushing him to his limits.

He knows how hot Eddie thinks it is when the guys are nearby, could hear anything.

They could hear him begging Steve for more. They could hear Steve whimpering into his own hand. They could hear the wet sounds of spit making the glide of hands easier.

Steve continues even though Eddie doesn’t reassure him that he can be quiet. Steve knows he can’t. He’s just teasing him.

“Couldn’t wait to get your mouth on me, huh?” He gasps out as Steve sucks on the tip and takes him back down his throat.

He looks up at Eddie and raises a brow. He’s such a bitch. Eddie loves him with his entire heart.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re a desperate slut,” Eddie leans his head back against the wall. “‘S why I love you.”

Steve pulls off of him and glares. “This is not gonna be the first time you say that to me.”

“Hm?” Eddie looks back down at Steve’s bright red cheeks and watery eyes. “Say what?”

Steve stands up and pushes Eddie’s entire body further into the wall. He’s grinning, that feral look that he gets when he’s hungry for Eddie.

“If you love me, then you say it when I’m not on my knees. You look me in my eyes and hold me and show me that you do.”

Oh shit. Okay.

“I do love you,” he says again, looking in Steve’s eyes and wrapping his arms around him. “I was gonna say it normal, I swear.”

“Did my mouth feel too good? Got you acting dumb?” Steve teases, but there’s fondness heavy in his voice. It settles deep in Eddie’s chest, curls around his heart and leaves him warm and content.

He nods.

He loves when Steve bites. He loves being seen and known in a way that no one else quite understands. He’d never make it through this tour without Steve there to remind him he’s just a guy in love with his boyfriend and no amount of fame will ever change that.

“Will you fuck me?” Eddie asks, whines. They don’t have time; Eddie’s supposed to be on stage in less than ten minutes. He’s not even prepped. He doesn’t even think they have lube in here.

Steve smirks. “You want it to hurt, baby?”

Eddie doesn’t not want it to hurt. He’s willing to sacrifice if it means having Steve inside him before he performs.

Someone bangs on the door.

“If I have to listen to Steve fuck you, you owe me $100,” Frankie yells through the door.

“$50 for me!” Gareth yells.

“Why less?” Frankie asks.

“Because Steve sounds hot when he comes.”

Steve laughs. “You won’t hear me fuck him!” He yells through the door.

Eddie groans. “You couldn’t let me have this?” He lets his head fall back against the wall again.

The moment is gone even though he’s still hard as a rock and could probably come the moment Steve touches him.

Steve’s hard too, he sees when he looks back down at his own leaking cock. They could get off together.

“Please,” Eddie pouts.

Steve smiles, less mean now, more endeared. His hand wraps around both of them.

“Say it again,” Steve whispers, just for them.

“I love you,” Eddie says just for him.

[evilwizard]

I do want to say, my views on AI “art” have changed somewhat. It was wrong of me to claim that it’s not wrong to use it in shitposts… there definitely is some degree of something problematic there.

Personally I feel like it’s one of those problems that’s best solved via lawmaking��specifically, AI generations shouldn’t be copywrite-able, and AI companies should be fined for art theft and “plagiarism”… even though it’s not directly plagiarism in the current legal sense. We definitely need ethical philosophers and lawmakers to spend some time defining exactly what is going on here.

But for civilians, using AI art is bad in the same nebulous sense that buying clothes from H&M or ordering stuff on Amazon is bad… it’s a very spread out, far away kind of badness, which makes it hard to quantify. And there’s no denying that in certain contexts, when applied in certain ways (with actual editing and artistic skill), AI can be a really interesting tool for artists and writers. Which again runs into the copywrite-ability thing. How much distance must be placed between the artist and the AI-generated inspiration in order to allow the artist to say “this work is fully mine?”

I can’t claim to know the answers to these issues. But I will say two things:

Ignoring AI shit isn’t going to make it go away. Our tumblr philosophy is wildly unpopular in the real world and most other places on the internet, and those who do start using AI are unfortunately gonna have a big leg up on those who don’t, especially as it gets better and better at avoiding human detection.

Treating AI as a fundamental, ontological evil is going to prevent us from having these deep conversations which are necessary for us—as a part of society—to figure out the ways to censure AI that are actually helpful to artists. We need strong unions making permanent deals now, we need laws in place that regulate AI use and the replacement of humans, and we need to get this technology out of the hands of huge megacorporations who want nothing more than to profit off our suffering.

I’ve seen the research. I knew AI was going to big years ago, and right now I know that it’s just going to get bigger. Nearly every job is in danger. We need to interact with this issue—sooner rather than later—or we risk losing all of our futures. And unfortunately, just as with many other things under capitalism, for the time being I think we have to allow some concessions. The issue is not 100% black or white. Certainly a dark, stormy grey of some sort.

But please don’t attack middle-aged cat-owners playing around with AI filters. Start a dialogue about the spectrum of morality present in every use of AI—from the good (recognizing cancer cells years in advance, finding awesome new metamaterials) to the bad (megacorporations replacing workers and stealing from artists) to the kinda ambiguous (shitposts, app filter that makes your dog look like a 16th century British royal for some reason).

And if you disagree with me, please don’t be hateful about it. I fully recognize that my current views might be wrong. I’m not a paragon of moral philosophy or anything. I’m just doing my best to live my life in a way that improves the world instead of detracting from it. That’s all any of us can do, in my opinion.

[natsuslover]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾. eren bf headcanons

notes— i was rereading the 7 mins frat boy eren fanfic so YK i had to write some headcanons for my fav (i miss him like a mf every single day oh my shaylaaa). also the way ive never written for aot before is insane bc i love it sm

ft. eren yeager (jaeger?)

warnings: mild cursing idk, just wholesome fluff very sfw

first of all bro thinks he’s all nonchalant and mysterious or wtv but he’s such a softie (for u teehee)

like he’ll act like he doesn’t gaf but absolutely has ur coffee order memorized after one date

yk “just in case”

the kind of guy to be like “whatever” and then have a whole spotify playlist for u

doesn’t say “i love you” but def says shit like “don’t do anything dumb while i’m not here” and expects u to decipher it

and then gets pissed off when u don’t like tf

love language is PHYSICAL TOUCHHH

cannot stress this enough hb LOVES being physically close to u

bc he’s obv not that great at expressing his affection through words (emotionally immature dumbass)

constant back of the neck kisses when ur talking to other ppl

or hugs from behind

like “yeah this one’s mine”

always always casually has his hand somewhere on u

on ur thigh when ur sitting or ur lower back when ur walking through a crowd

also he sleeps like a cat on top of u omfg

like cuddling into the crook of ur neck and everything

and he refuses to get off bro does not care if u can’t breathe lmao

but if u somehow manage to detach him from ur body he makes sure his leg is touching urs at least

literally can’t fall asleep otherwise

he pretends he doesn’t get jealous but he’s actually just in denial

“i’m not jealous, i just think that dudes a clown”

def reposts and says random cryptic shit on instagram stories w a black screen

like “loyalty isn’t hard if u actually care”

thinks he eats it up every time too like he’s 100% thinking “oh yeah my girl gonna love this one” 💀

will pick u up from class with zero notice if he senses even a whisper of competition

can’t text for shit bc man just ISN’T the greatest communicator yk

u either get no reply for 17 hours and then a whole ass essay about his day

or a little “wya” at 2 am with no context and no punctuation (maybe a red heart too if he’s feeling cute)

screenshots every single meme he gets that he thinks u would like but doesn’t send them until like 2 weeks later when he’s feeling soft

like the way he’s normal one week and then a complete utter soft lover boy the next you’d think he’s ovulating

weirdly sentimental but pretends he’s just a chill guy

keeps ur hair tie on his wrist like it’s a war trophy

in fact he might have multiple just in case u ever need one

his lockscreen is fs gonna be some shitty ass picture of u that he refuses to change

like prob some blurry pic of u flipping him off or sum and he thinks it’s adorable

found an old hoodie of yours once and wore it for a week straight bc it smelled like u

and he pretended he didn’t notice

he’s SUCH a hothead it’s insane

will without a doubt square up for u in a parking lot if someone makes u even the slightest bit uncomfy

terrible at arguments bc he ends up getting flustered every time and says dumb shit like “well maybe i do care ok stfu!”

but softens immediately if u cry bc he doesn’t know how to handle it and feels guilty asf

“okok im sorry come here don’t cry ur gonna make me panic”

a fantastic hugger tho

he’s ur ride or die period

literally will go to the ends of the earth for u and u don’t even have to ask

would fight a god for u no hesitation

will eradicate 80% of humanity for u even

doesn’t trust easily but once ur in ur his person for life

says stuff like “ur all i’ve got so please don’t leave” when he’s feeling especially vulnerable

mostly during those deep 3 am talks or post breakdown cuddles

he loves u fully

struggles expressing it in words but the actions explain themselves

once ur his ur really HIS bros never leaving u alone

[lunajay33]

The Lion & Lamb Part.4

•💸🍻🪦•

Summary: You’re a shy girl that’s lived in Charming your whole life, when you’re having a fight with an abusive relationship the biker gang shows up and helps, but a certain guy with danger written all over him catches your eye

Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader

Warning: Typical violence, eventual smut, slow burn

Part.3

•Masterlist•

It’s been a week since Happy and I took that step, for him probably not big deal I mean he could get croweater pussy when ever he wants but for me it was special because no man’s made me feel the way he makes me feel

Not just amazing in bed but also makes me feel more confident and beautiful, not like how Michael made me feel, stupid and weak

I pull into the lot wearing a white cotton dress that came to my mid thigh, i don’t know how these parties usually go or what to wear so i stuck with something simple and cute

I walk into the clubhouse and I’m sucker punched by what I see, bikers drunk as can be doing everything under the sun with the crow eaters, one in the corner openly riding a guy, I look away praying someone will distract me from like basically orgy

I walk to the bar my face 100% as red as a tomato, seeing Chibs, Juice and Happy sipping on beers

They look at me eyes looking from head to toe

“Not the right outfit right? Is it awful?”

“Chica you look beautiful” happy days picking me up without problem and sitting me on his lap

“Really? I don’t think it really fits in”

“Nah darlin ye look like a flower Happys a lucky man” Chibs says as I lay my head on Happys shoulder

“How’d you wind up with this psycho brute when you’re so…….sweet and kind” juice asks making happy groan

“He’s not so bad, I find him charming in his own way” I run a hand over his chest as he squeezes my waist

I glance back over at the porno going on and look back down, the guys following what I looked at

“Aye not something ye see everyday, especially a lil lass like ye”

“Just not…..just makes me a bit uncomfortable is all, the only man ass I wanna see in my ol man’s” I smile tapping his cheek making him smirk as he plays with the tooth pick in his mouth

“You let her smack your ass or something Hap?” Juice laughs

“Shut your mouth boy” he grumbles

A song played over the stereo and it was my favorite, I hop off his lap and take his hand

“Dance with me?”

“No”

“Ugh fine I’ll find someone else” I turn taking juice and dragging him to the open floor where some others were dancing, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he stiff and sweating bullets

“Y/n you’re really trying to get me killed, he’s gonna skin me alive”

“Oh stop being such a baby and help me make him jealous” I grab his hands and place them in my hips before putting mine back around his shoulders

Starting to sway my hips juice relaxed getting more into the music

“Is he looking?” I ask as juice glances behind my shoulder

“Oh he’s definitely gonna kill me he’s also checking out your ass” I perk up at that

“Really! What should I do now?”

“Girl I don’t know all I’m worried about is how happy will pummel me, you know he likes to torture” my heart clenches for a moment, I know he’s a little crazy but torture?

“Shit you didn’t know?” I shake my head dropping my hands and backing up

“I need some air” I turn quickly leaving the building to rest on the bench outside, taking some deep breaths the door opens behind me and its Happy, his eyebrows knit together and he looks angry as he sits next to me

“You’re scared of me now girl?” His voice deep but I can hear the hint of worry

“No Hap, nothing you do could make me scared of you I just want you to be open with me, I wanna know everything about you” I say brushing my hand across his

“You know I’m not one with words”

“I know but in your own time….when you’re ready I wanna know all that makes up Happy Lowman, the Tacoma Killer” I smirk as I stand taking his hand and leading him back inside to the party

Sitting back on his lap at the bar I reach over the top and get him a beer, popping the top off and handing it to him

“Shit girl, you’re driving me insane”

•

I take him back to my place that night after he’s gotta a little too tipsy, he slumps down on my bed and I take off his boots and jeans, he tries to help me take off his kutte and shirt and I tuck him in bed as he groans for me to join him

How was this man so dangerous and scary but yet I’m here as he’s at my mercy splayed out on my bed begging for me to cuddle him

I quickly clean up and change into a white silk nightie scooting in close to him resting my head on his chest and his warm arms wrap around me instantly

“You looked beautiful tonight girl” he said tiredly and I could help but smile

“And you looked very handsome”

“Handsome? Dont think anyone other than my mom has called me that” when he would talk about her it always made my heart swell he was defiantly as mommas boy at heart

“Well she’s right…..when you’re ready I’d like to meet her” I say looking up at him

“I gotta drop off some meds tomorrow, you’re coming” he says straight forward

“Okay” I sigh happily as we both fall asleep

•

I kept changing my outfit not feeling like anything I wore would be good enough for Happys mother

“Girl what’s with the mess?” He groans as he walks into the room looking at the whirlwind of clothes thrown everywhere

“I don’t know what to wear, I wanna make a good first impression Hap”

He digs through the clothes and pulls out a black pair of jeans and a plain white hoodie

“Happy I’ll look like you, I need something pretty I don’t want her thinking I’m sloppy”

“Trust me you’ll be fine just put it on lil girl” I sigh but give in, changing quickly I give my self one last look over and head out to Happys bike

We pull up to his mothers home and it’s a small house but it looks homey

I get off and hand him the helmet

“Oh god happy in nervous, shit I should’ve brought something” he stands looking down at me with a hint of amusement at my torture

“Like what?”

“I don’t know food or flowers maybe” he takes my hand and drags me into the house, not even a knock just throwing me right into it

“Ma I got your meds” he calls out the rumble in his raspy voice calming my nerves a bit

“I’m in here mijo” a sweet voice calls from the other room, he squeezed my hand and we walk in where she’s sat on a big comfy chair with a tv on across the room to some soap show

She looked sweet she’s definitely where happy got his dark eyes, he walks up to her kissing her on the check then sitting motioning me over

“You brought me a guest and it’s not one of those rowdy boys you hand with” she pokes at him

“This is Y/n, she wanted to meet you”

“Hi maam it’s nice to meet you, you’ve raised an amazing man” I say shaking her hand making happy laugh

“Well isn’t she lovely, have you finally brought home a girlfriend or are you just a friend sweetheart?” I look at happy rather hearing him answer

“She’s my girlfriend, or ol lady” he says as we sit on the couch

“He usually just calls me girl” I joke with her making her laugh

“That’s Happy, he sure is handsome though isn’t he” she adds reminding me of what happy said last night

“He is, most handsome man I’ve ever seen” she beams as she looks next to me at happy as he wraps his arm around my shoulders

“You’ve got yourself a good one mijo” he doesn’t say anything just looks at me with a small smile and pulls me close and we spend a few hours just being there with her

•

She walked us to the door even though Happy told her to stay sitting but she seemed to be as head strong as he was

“It was nice to meet you, if you ever need anything while Happy is gone I’m more than happy to help” she took my hand and squeezed with the warmest smile

“My happy is lucky to have you, now make me some grandbabies yeah?” Stunned I’m frozen there until happy takes my shoulders and pulls me back

“Okay Ma we’ve gotta go, call me if you need me” he kisses her on the cheek and she smiles so brightly even if she is sick

“I love you mijo”

“Love you too” he said quietly before we got on his bike and left seeing her wave as we went

We pull up to the teller morrow lot and I hop off like I’m on cloud nine

“Your mother is lovely, you’re so cute with her”

“Don’t go telling the others that, ruin my reputation” he says scrunching his eyebrows but when he kisses my cheek I know he only joking

We walk into the club and I see A few guys sat around then Juice comes up to us

“Hey y/n a guy came by said he was looking for you, told me to give you this” my heart clenches and my face pales, I take the box laying it on the counter and the guys surround just as intrigued

I read the note out loud

“You’re a filthy whore, you’ll have what’s coming for you” it was him, Michael had found me again, with shaky hands I open the box and it’s a dead rat, I feel I tightness in my chest, as the anxiety takes hold of my stomach, my breathing laboured I run back outside and throw up all over the ground

I feel happy run a hand over my back and up to hold my hair, the guys following behind us as I weep and panic on the ground

“Happy I can’t do this again, what if he gets me next time, he’s gonna kill me” he takes my face in his hands and stares dead at me with those intimidating eyes I so deeply love, as they take their hold on me and calm me down

“He won’t touch you”

“You can’t keep your eye on me 24/7”

“If I can’t I’ll have someone on you always until we find that bastard” he says wiping my tears

“I’m sorry Happy, I’m so sorry I’m putting you guys through this”

“Ain’t yer fault lassy” Chibs says chiming in

“You’re Haps girl now, which means you’re family, and this guy is threatening our family, he’ll be dealt with” Jax added and I could feel myself relax a notch

“Come on it’s been a long day” happy picks me up bridal style with no problem and brings me to our room in the dorms

Sitting me on the bed he changes me into one of his white shirts and makes sure to take off my bra because I hate that thing, he strips down to his boxers and crawls in next to me immediately pulling me close to his chest holding me in his arms

“It’ll be okay girl” he soothes

“I feel safe with you Happy, he’s never made me feel like that”

He doesn’t say anything just squeezes me tighter and I fall asleep in his arms

•

Happys Pov

This girl the moment I met her I knew she was mine, never was one for settling down until I saw her outside that bar, absolutely beautiful and now I have her in my arms scared out of her mind only feeling safe with me

As her old man I’m going to make her safe and I’m gonna rip that bastard, who made her feel like shit, to shreds

Shit I love her but I don’t even know how to tell her that

•

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[gotta-spew-words-somewhere]

Countdown: 7

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Summary: the one where things go rapidly downhill

TW’s: blood, injury, nightmares, angst, broody inner turmoil, a sharp turn from a great time

A/N: You can pry my italics out of my cold dead hands

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Reader POV

You awake in panic, hair and clothes sticking to your body as you greedily gulp down air— the night silent except for your fear.

That had been different— not your usual bitter flavour of night terror, but something new. Something awful. The ghost pains of flame licking your skin, of ash in your back still linger, and you swallow down the burn in your chest that threatens to overcome you.

Water. You need water.

The journey downstairs to your kitchenette is short, but lingering terror still clings to your skin— it’s only a few steps, but the dagger you use as comfort finds itself strapped to your thigh anyway.

And you’re so, so glad of that when you hear the bell of your definitely, 100% locked door break the silence.

It’s Azriel. You fucking know it’s Azriel. It’s never been anyone else.

But the footsteps are heavy and shuffled, and your dagger is tight in your grip.

“It’s me,” he calls, voice flat and exhausted and tinged with pain, and you’re rushing to the store front with speed long-since accessed.

“Shit. Shit. What are you doing here?” Your dagger has fallen, resting inches from his knee where he fucking kneels, head bowed and one wing extended—- one wing pierced with ash and shining with fresh blood. Panic begins to crawl up your throat again.

“Thought I’d drop in, say hi.” You could fucking smack him— now is not the time for jokes, but you drop to your knees, hands fluttering but not-quite-touching the wound.

“You know I’m not a fucking healer, right? You need to call Madja. Or the High Lord. He’s like, daemati right? If I yell in my head he’ll hear? Is that how it works?” Words will not stop rushing out, your eyes glued to the thin rivers of blood that aren’t slowing, aren’t clotting or stopping.

Large, scarred palms grab yours and finally still them, drawing your attention back to his face. And he’s fucking smiling.

“I’m fine. I just need the arrow out and then I’ll heal up straight away. Stop, just—- calm down.”

“Calm down?” You hiss with a venom that you hope is entirely unlike you, eyes wide and searching— is he fucking mad?

“I’m fine. I swear it. Just help me get it out and you’ll see.” The level of his voice, the firm grip of his hands seems to work, seems to calm the thumping beneath your ribs. You take one, two, three deep breaths, and offer a shallow nod.

“Okay, tell me what to do.”

———————

Azriel POV

It fucking hurts, but your hands are steady as you cleave the head from the arrow with that same dagger you had charged into the room with. But the pain is bearable here, when he has the excuse of injury to freely watch your face as you work, the way your brow puckers and your tongue peaks out in concentration.

Pretty.

He doesn’t even acknowledge the shadow, so used to this chant they’ve made specially for you.

“I’m gonna pull it now, okay?” The waver in your voice tugs at his heart, and the guilt of placing this on you washes over him once again.

He’s right— he is fine. An injury not worth waking Madja, but too difficult to tend to himself. He had considered waking Cassian or Rhys, but…

If he’s truly honest, the only Fae he wants touching his wings is you.

The gentle brush of your palm across the membrane forces a shudder through him, and your apologetic smile tells him you don’t understand, don’t know the effect of having someone like you touch him there can have.

And then you free the ash. He groans, jaw tightening and eyes shut as you fuss and apologise despite doing everything right.

“Oh mother, are you okay? I’m so sorry— shall I start mind-screaming? Will he hear me?”

Azriel opens his eyes just in time to see you scrunch yours shut, concentration leaking across your features, and he quells the urge to kiss it away.

Why am I getting yelled at by a shopkeeper about you bleeding on her floor at 4am?

Fuck. He didn’t think for a moment you’d actually reach him.

“Stop it,” he hisses quickly, although his eyes dance with quiet laughter. “I’m fine and you just woke up the High Lord.”

Your face pales and eyes open wide, blinking with a sort of abject horror that nearly breaks his composure. “Oh shit.”

Az?

Stay where you are, I’m coming.

No—- Don’t. No need. I’m fine, just ran into an overdramatic, uh, friend. Everything’s fine.

Friend?

He raises his shields up before the prodding curiosity of his brother’s talons can weasel out anything he isn’t feeling ready to give.

“Do you need to go? Or— mother, is he coming here?” Your expression is still stricken, a mix between panic and bewilderment, and Azriel has to stifle a laugh.

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine.” True to his word, the gash in his wing was already scabbing, likely fresh and shiny within a couple of hours.

Your eyes lock with his, and finally, you let out a hysterical laugh, tension bleeding from your stature until you’re almost a rag doll on your bloodstained floor.

And he knows that just for a few moments, Azriel has managed to creep behind that supernaturally unflappable facade— the female who had threatened to kick him out of her shop, who never bat an eyelid at his sudden appearance or affectionate shadows— finally, he can see the cracks of the unshakable front that serves you so well.

Without thought, he gathers your still laughing form and pulls you onto his lap. You squeak and twist, eyes glued to the rapidly shrinking gash on his wings, but settle against him, and hand tangling on his shirt.

“If you ever burst into my shop bleeding and crack a fucking joke again, I’ll give you a matching wound myself.” He believes you, and doesn’t fight the urge to kiss your teasing scowl away.

You do, however— pulling back with narrowed eyes and a gentle swat at his chest. “No funny business, you literally have a hole in you.”

But he’s not listening, not now— he’s caught the scent of something on your skin. Without explanation, he leans forward and presses his nose to the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deep even as you try and wiggle away.

The giddy mood vanishes in an instant.

“What’s happened?” Fear. Bone deep, all consuming fear clings to your skin, hiding beneath the scent of his blood and your more recent worry.

“Did you hit your head? You showed up at my door with a hole in your wing.” Confusion with a hint of defensive colours your expression, and the burning in Azriels chest beats out the pain of his wing.

“Not that. You were scared— that’s why you had that dagger again. What’s going on?” Without conscious direction, every shadow in the building swarms, pooling and seething a hunting for whatever could cause such a reaction from you.

They find nothing but the scent of fear, strongest in your bedroom that still holds the remnant scent of his presence.

“It’s nothing, Az.” You’re still on his lap, but your tone holds that same note of finality it did that first night— a boundary, one that seems to fester and grow in the space between your bodies.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, you were scared,” a creeping feeling of something dark and unpleasant is beginning to settle at his shoulders.

“I— it’s not—- I don’t want to talk about this with you.” Those cracks in your facade have sealed up so quickly, it’s like they were never even there.

“Why? I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“I am safe. Just ‘cus we slept together doesn’t mean you get access to every little fucking aspect of my life.” The closeness of your bodies feels wrong after words like that, and you sense it too, scurrying from his lap and rising to your feet. There’s nothing but quiet anger in your expression now, eyes hard and unyielding.

And the thing is, you’re right.

He knows next to nothing about you. And you know even less about him. You may have welcomed him into your home— and your bed— but there has been nothing beyond that.

Your family are an unknown. Your past and beliefs a mystery. All it had taken for him to trust you with his wings had been two cups of tea and a fuck.

He’s a fucking idiot.

Of course this is too good to be true. How could a male like him even dare hope to find the sort of peace you offer— the secrets go both ways, and that slippery feeling of disgust trickles down his spine.

He may not know you, but you don’t know him. And if you did—- if that boundary is ever crossed or shattered, what would you think of him then? Knowing that a the little trickle of blood on his wing isn’t a drop in the Sidra compared to that he’s spilled.

A long, slow breath and he rises, but keeps that careful distance between you.

“You’re right. I need to go, anyway.” Your expression softens just a touch, but you don’t move, don’t try to argue. “Thank you for the help.”

And just like that first night, he’s out the door before your eyes can drag him back in.

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A/N: Taglist, Baybee!

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[kireilien]

Also, what’s the point of being an anon if I’m not leaving some ideas in your inbox? hehe🙂‍↕️💕

This morning while I was having breakfast, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much it turns me on just imagining Maki doing such ordinary things. Imagine this—you walk into the bathroom without hesitation and shame while your boyfriend is showering, taking the chance to admire how THAT THING it's just there OMG. Or one morning, while he’s making breakfast for both of you, you catch a glimpse of his big bulge, but he looks completely unbothered, as if he’s already used to it AGGGH OMG THIS SOUNDS SO DUMB I’M SORRY BUT I CAN’T I just had to share my thoughts

💕 anon i’m gonna eat ur brains out. and only 3 tags? whew im becoming vanilla can u guys fill my asks w 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 things after the 20 i need to write 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; teasing dom!maki, teasing sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, dirty talk, dry humping, use of “babe,” “gooner” HELP

i can not blame you 💕 anon, if maki was my bf and he was practically slanging a huge cock 24/7 i’d stare at it 24/7 too??????

you can hear maki showering and as one does, you walk in, grabbing some lotion, all while staring at him. “can i… help you?” maki laughs as he rinses off the soap bubbles off of his body, revealing his cock to you. you curl lips in, “no just… stay there,” you mumble as you absentmindedly lotion your hands while staring at maki’s cock. you weren’t being sly, maki could 100% tell you were staring at him. “y/n. i see you staring at my dick.” he scoffs as he proceeds to step out the shower, droplets of warm water cascading down his body.

if you could eat him whole, you would’ve. 

right then and there. 

“‘kay and?” you exhale, “you’re so hot.” maki chuckles at your words, “thanks, babe.” he takes a towel and daps his body to dry himself off. you shift your weight to sit on top of the sink counter as maki stands in front of the sink. he cups your face, staring at your features, “you’re gonna get me hard if you keep staring at me like that.” he sighs as he pulls you off the counter, pushes you out the door, and locks it. he thought you’d gone away, but he hears the doorknob twisting.

“maki, let me in.”

other times when he’s making breakfast, his gray loose sweats are hanging low with his white tank top hugging his body just right. you come closer to him, “looks yummy.” he laughs, “yeah? go sit over by the table, it’s almost done.” it’s your turn to laugh, “i wasn’t talking about the food.” maki rolls his eyes, “it’s literally 7 am, can you stop being the mayor of goonertown?” you ignore his jokes before grasping his arm, caressing his exposed, strong arms. once maki scrapes your eggs to your plate and puts away the pan, he grabs your arm that was on his, swinging you to be against his bulge, nearly bent over the counter. 

“whenever you stare at me– it’s im-fucking-possible to not be hard. the way you look at me– shit– just wanna press up in you and fuck you against the nearest surface.” maki rubs his cock on the round of your ass, moaning at the friction. you grind back on his cock, surprisingly shocked that your persistent staring got him all worked up. “really? what’s stopping you?” you tease. 

it was almost like a switch. 

maki presses his palms into your hips, causing you to be parallel to the cold counter. “what’s stopping me? oh i don’t know… maybe if someone wasn’t just so pretty but a fucking gooner, maybe i’d give them the fucking they need. bending you over this counter, fucking your aching pussy, my fat tip kissing at your cervix. oh, i’d give everything to you, babe. but i can’t, can i? how could i give this fat cock of mine to someone who absentmindedly just staring at my cock? couldn’t ever think of giving my cock to a goddamn gooner.” maki grunts into your ear as he grinds himself further into your cunt, palms deep into your hips.

“m–maki please,” you plead, grinding against his cock. you were wetting your pajama shorts as maki bulge grew bigger in his sweats. both of your pants are so loose, if maki pulled his cock out just a bit, he’d slip into your aching pussy so fast. but maki tsked before pushing himself off. he picks up your plates and sets them down on the table, “let’s eat, shall we?” you pout at the loss of pleasure, “what?” maki clenches his jaw, “gotta fill up for some energy before i fuck that stupid pussy of yours raw.” your eyes widen at his words. 

safe to say you ate that breakfast as fast as you could. 

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[speakergame]

Progress Update - 3/4/24

Hello and happy March!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 😅 Well, I finally have some good news for you this time: I have some actual news!

I'm happy to be able to announce at last that an update is on its way! I’ve still got some assets to make and code cleanup and testing to finish, but I should finally have something to show you soon.

I’ll put a cut at the end of this and go into more detail about the what and why of what I’ve been working on during this long and unintended hiatus, but the tl;dr is that I hope to have an update out by the end of the month, and that said update will break any saves made in Chapter 4. Unfortunate, but unavoidable, since Chapter 4 had to be recoded from the beginning 😞

I just want to thank all of you once again for sticking with me through my extended silence! Especially to my patrons who’ve put up with me putting everything on pause month after month while I dealt with my real life shit, and to everyone who’s sent me kind and supportive messages to let me know Speaker hasn’t been forgotten. It really means a lot to me.

Okay, enough of that sappy shit! I’m gonna get back to work finishing this up 😁 I’ll put out another update later this month once I have a more definite release date.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you’re having a fantastic 2024 so far, and that the rest of the week treats you kindly. See y’all soon! 💙💙💙

(For those who want a more detailed breakdown on what’s been happening and what to expect, hit the readmore)

I won’t go into the personal life stuff I’ve been dealing with this past year that has slowed down my work, but as far as the actual game goes: 

To put it simply, I just wasn’t happy with it. Some of it could be because of how many times I had to reread the same section while I was coding the scenes that would’ve taken place after the last update, but no matter how much I edited or rearranged it, I didn’t like how that scene turned out. There was something… formulaic that had been happening with the way I always laid out scenes, and a bit of stagnation in the story, character, and relationship development that bothered me.

So I rewrote it. And when I still didn’t like it, I rewrote it again. And I still didn’t like it. I thought about scrapping the whole thing on more than one occasion as I struggled to get out of the corner I’d written myself into.

Inspiration finally struck at the beginning of this year, thanks in part to another interactive novel I follow, and I really like the direction I’ve taken it now. 

Instead of the RO split scenes happening where the last one left off, Speaker, Seer, and Gavin are gonna have a chat about Things™ to move the next story arc forward. Then Speaker will get some downtime, by themself at first and then in an extended scene split with the RO of their choosing. 

All the Big Plot Things that were going to happen in Chapter 4 will be moved to Chapter 5 instead, and 4 will be a bit more of a filler episode. A deep breath before the plunge, as it were.

This split won’t just be a quick conversation/reaction from the RO, but a full on different direction for the rest of the chapter based on who you choose. Most of them will involve leaving the house; all of them will involve actual one-on-one time (or one-on-two time, as the case may be) away from the others. And though romance isn’t required, all of them will have the potential to really move the romance forward if you so choose. One or two might even have a lock-in choice (maybe. I’m not 100 percent on that, so don’t hold me to it) 

These scenes won’t be in the next update, because they’re all very complex, but the update will definitely have the Seer chat and at least some of the by-yourself stuff. The update after will have the rest of the alone time stuff (including the clothes/body CC you’ve all been waiting for), and then the one after will start the RO scenes. I think.

I may actually split the RO scenes into separate updates, and let my darlings over at Patreon vote for the order they’re released. That way I can focus on one at a time instead of trying to split my attention six ways at once.

Okay, that’s enough rambling for me today. Time to get back to work! Still got a lot to get done before this is ready, but it’s so close now.